I'm only one year old, what the hell is the counterattack system?

Chapter 125: The Unenlightened Wood (Subscription Request)

The cave is small and cramped.

Chen Yuan held Ling Yinrong against the side of the mountain wall, spreading his sword intent to investigate the situation outside.

"Two shamans and twelve barbarian warriors."

Ling Yinrong hooked one hand on his shoulder and covered her chest with the other hand. She struggled and said, "Put me down."

She knew that her injuries had not yet healed, and she also knew that Chen Yuan alone could not deal with the barbarians outside the cave.

But she didn't want to be a burden even more.

"do not move!"

Chen Yuan growled with a serious expression.

"you……"

Without waiting for Ling Yinrong to finish speaking, Chen Yuan tore his gown into strips and tied her tightly in his arms.

"Sister, I'm offended."

Ling Yinrong looked at Chen Yuan's resolute profile, her eyes slightly shifted away in an unnatural manner.

Therefore, she saw the scars all over his naked chest.

The scars were hideous, with jagged, torn edges.

The colors vary in depth, some are dark and some are dark, and it is obvious that they were not left at the same time.

Ling Yinrong was shocked. She knew that these scars were not left by warriors, but by demons.

Is this the inheritance of the ultimate sword?
Perhaps only such a dehumanizing inheritance could have made him endure such hardships at such a young age.

A moment of silence.

Ling Yinrong pursed her lips and said, "You can't possibly defeat the barbarians outside like this."

"Senior Sister Ling, believe me!"

Chen Yuan glanced down and forced a smile.

After saying that, he dragged Ling Yinrong with one hand and held the Wanjun Knife with the other, and rushed out of the cave.

He lowered his body very low, using his strong chest to protect the petite Ling Yinrong.

"Be careful." Ling Yinrong reminded in a low voice.

Under the tied coat, she silently held Chen Yuan's waist with both hands, trying not to hinder his knife-drawing.

At this moment, outside the cave entrance, two barbarians were standing on both sides, one on the left and one on the right, holding huge scimitars in their hands and raising them high.

The other two men wore bronze animal masks on their faces and had naked upper bodies with bloody marks engraved on them, extending from their necks downwards, forming a strange pattern.

Three feet behind them, several barbarian warriors drew their bows and arrows, but they released their arrows the moment they saw Chen Yuan.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The arrow came through the air.

As Chen Yuan ran, he leaned sideways against the mountain wall to avoid the arrow, and then slid out after landing.

"die!"

The two barbarians outside the cave swung their swords, but were blocked by Chen Yuan who stood up and stabbed with his back.

With the help of this huge force, he rolled forward.

Just then.

The two Nanman shamans wearing bronze animal masks attacked him from the left and right.

After activating the blood marks on their bodies, the two shamans' fists were as fast as the wind.

It appeared in front of Chen Yuan in an instant.

"Absolute Sword - Horizontal Slash!"

The cold and decisive sword intent swept forward to meet the powerful fists of the two shamans.

However, Chen Yuan knew that his sword intent was not yet perfect and he was no match for them, so after one strike of the sword, he turned over and retreated quickly.

A sharp blade flashed.

The Wanjun sword weighing a hundred pounds was swung lightly in his hand, and it passed through the two barbarian swordsmen behind him quickly, seemingly slowly.

Chen Yuan ran past them without stopping.

At this time, the barbarian archers in the distance shot several more arrows to block his escape.

At this time, a shaman also chased after him, and a blood mark burst out, connecting the power of heaven and earth.

A shadow of even larger size emerged from him.

——That was not the image of a barbarian, but the shadow of a wolf-like demon, howling towards the sky.

"Guo!"

Barbarian Sa's eyes widened into circles, a dull roar came from under the mask, and then he punched out.

Then a wolf head with a bloody mouth opened emerged from his fist and roared towards Chen Yuan.

"careful!"

Ling Yinrong saw this scene through Chen Yuan's armpit. She didn't care about the injuries on her body and forced out a spiritual cyclone.

Golden light gathered in her hands, and through her coat, her fingers were like swords, stabbing out a sword intent.

The Supreme Demon Subduing and Perfect Sword Intent!

"Hmm." Blood oozed from the corner of Ling Yinrong's mouth.

The brilliant sword energy in her hand was sharp yet somewhat fragile, merely blocking the shaman's fist for a moment.

Then he was torn and devoured by the wolf head, which continued to attack the two.

Chen Yuan frowned, and slashed out with a knife with his backhand, but he did not dare to tangle with the shaman behind him.

With the help of the collision between the knife and the fist, he rushed forward again holding Ling Yinrong.

However, another shaman had anticipated this, "Wei people, you can't escape!"

Unlike the previous shaman, a black mountain bird emerged from the blood mark on his body.

The outstretched wings of the mountain bird seemed to have become his wings.

With two gentle waves, the shaman caught up to Chen Yuan and slapped him with one hand.

"The ghost lingers!"

Chen Yuan glanced at Ling Yinrong with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and a hint of coldness flashed across his face.

Based on his instinctive judgment formed from years of fighting demons, he knew that if he didn't deal with the shaman in front of him, he and Ling Yinrong would never be able to escape.

Chen Yuan became furious and faced with the incoming palm strike. He did not dodge but turned sideways to meet it.

Ling Yinrong was stunned when she saw this, and she already understood his plan.

Without waiting for a reminder to be careful, she forced herself to activate the Supreme Demon Subduing Technique once again.

He stretched out his hand to block Chen Yuan's back, and his golden true energy was able to block the shaman's palm that carried the power of heaven and earth.

Ling Yinrong spurted out a stream of blood, his internal injuries became more serious, and his face was pale and bloodless.

Chen Yuan, who noticed this, looked even colder, and all his true energy was concentrated on the Wanjun Sword without reservation.

Then he used his body to block the remaining force of the palm strike, and when he turned around, he swung up the Wanjun Sword.

Absolute sword, ruthless!

The shaman's eyes changed slightly, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Huh!"

The mountain bird behind his head, which was a condensation of the power of heaven and earth and the bloodstains on his body, poked down with its sharp beak to try to block the knife.

However, this knife seemed to be an ice knife breaking through the air from the ice purgatory.

The sharp and cold sword energy, carrying the deathly intent to annihilate all living things, silently penetrated the shadows of birds on the peaks.

Kill it with one slash!

At the same time, Ling Yinrong extended two fingers with her other hand, and golden sword energy cut through the sky along the broken bird's beak.

In the blink of an eye, the shaman became silent and stood still without moving.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan endured the severe pain in his back, hugged Ling Yinrong and ran away with big strides.

The shaman and other barbarian warriors behind him were chasing closely, with arrows and spears whizzing past.

Wait until everything calms down.

Outside the cave, a figure quietly appeared.

Lu Zhao looked at the direction Chen Yuan escaped, his eyes slightly gloomy.

"What exactly happened inside the 'Qianlong'?"

"Why did the chief ask me to reveal the location of my master to the barbarians?"

"The previous order clearly told me to assist him wholeheartedly..."

After thinking for a while, Lu Zhao still couldn't figure it out.

Then he took a look at the three barbarian corpses on the ground and followed the footprints left by the barbarians.

Soon night fell and the drizzle from the sky turned into heavy rain.

Not only did it make the forest full of giant trees dark, it also destroyed all the smell and traces.

The barbarians who were chasing Chen Yuan kept roaring, but they could only find a place to stay.

Even with their familiarity with the southern barbarian areas and the help of snakes, insects and wild beasts, it would be difficult for them to chase others on a rainy night.

What's more, the forest at night is when the demons are most active, and from time to time the low roars of the demons will shake the forest.

In such an environment, even these experienced barbarians did not dare to go too deep into the forest.

The shaman wearing a bronze animal-head mask had a gloomy look in his eyes. He gave a few instructions to the barbarian warriors around him in barbarian language, then found a tree to rest.

Then four barbarian warriors were dispersed in four directions to stand guard.

Another barbarian warrior returned the same way, with a murderous look on his rough face.

"Wei people, all deserve to die!"

Lu Zhao quietly bypassed them and continued to chase Chen Yuan and others using the unique secret method inherited from Wuliang Mountain.

However, he did not try to hide his traces, and left some true energy between his actions.

As a "potential dragon", his childhood experiences told him that some things should either not be done at all or be done to the extreme.

Indecision will only cost them their lives.

Lu Zhao understood that at this moment he was like an invisible knife, hiding its edge and lurking beside Chen Yuan.

It may seem harmless, but it can be life-threatening at any time!

……

In the pouring rain, vines crisscrossed the forest, and the muddy ground was full of thorns and holes of various sizes.

Chen Yuan was holding Ling Yinrong with his upper body naked. His long hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his face in a mess. Only his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Ling Yinrong in his arms was barely breathing, lying on him with a pale face. The blood at the corner of her mouth was washed away by the rain, staining the coat wrapped around her body dark red.

Chen Yuan ran away quickly while scanning the surrounding trees, his face becoming more and more grim. He knew that Ling Yinrong was in a bad condition. If she continued like this, she might die here from her injuries before the barbarians could attack her.

The worst thing is that now both of them have used up all the elixirs they have, and he can only rely on his previous experience in the Demon Sealing Valley to look for healing herbs here.

"cold……"

At this time, Ling Yinrong closed her eyes, said only a few words, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Chen Yuan paused, then quickly came to a huge tree, swung the Wanjun Sword a few times, and carved out a place for himself in the trunk.

After settling in, he lit a bonfire to keep the two of them warm.

However, he was troubled when he saw the wet coat wrapped around Ling Yinrong.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yuan gritted his teeth.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Ling."

After saying that, he didn't care whether Ling Yinrong heard it or not, and tore off all her clothes and hung them in front of the campfire.

Then Chen Yuan silently cursed in his heart again, and just as he was about to continue, the corner of his eye was stained with white.

He was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes and relied on his memory to wipe the rain off Ling Yinrong's body with a piece of dried cloth.

After doing all this, Chen Yuan let out a long sigh, then sat in front of the campfire with his back to her.

In fact, his condition was also not good at the moment.

Previously, he was hit on the back by the shaman. Although Ling Yinrong blocked it for a moment, he was still seriously injured, and the true energy in his body was constantly eroded by a dark evil.

However, his long experience made him dare not relax at all.

Especially now they are not out of danger yet, and those southern barbarians are tracking them.

He dared not let his guard down.

Even though he couldn't use his true energy easily, the area within twenty feet around him was covered by his sword intent.

Recalling the incident when he was chased into the cave by the barbarians, Chen Yuan's face became slightly gloomy.

He wasn't sure if those people used special tracking methods or if someone leaked his whereabouts.

If it's the former, that's fine, if it's the latter...

There was a hint of murderous intent in Chen Yuan's eyes, but after a long time, he regained his composure.

"Lu Zhao, I hope it's not him..."

When Chen Yuan saw that the clothes were dry, he took them off and covered Ling Yinrong with them, then checked her injuries.

The situation is very bad.

The flesh and bones of Ling Yinrong's palm were almost shattered, and the true energy in her body was exhausted, causing her original injuries to worsen further.

If this continues, I'm afraid she...

Chen Yuan looked at Ling Yinrong with her eyes closed, his heart sank, and murderous intent in his eyes rose again.

Those barbarians deserve to die!

This time, his expression became even uglier.

In a trance, a strange yet familiar voice appeared in his mind.

It made him feel as if he had returned to the endless darkness of the past.

This is a dark and empty space without any sound or light, cold and damp.

Here, he is alone.

Loneliness, silence, despair, darkness...

It was as if all the negativity in the world was constantly eroding his will.

Then a small figure appeared in the darkness. It was the young Chen Yuan.

The figure looked at Chen Yuan with a smile and asked, "Everyone deserves to die, right?"

Chen Yuan looked at him and growled, "No!"

Little Chen Yuan grinned and continued to ask, "Grandpa pushed you into the abyss and harmed you. Should he die?"

"Yan Hai tortured you with all means, should he die?"

"Your father never asked you whether you should die or not?"

"Your mother left you to fend for yourself. Should she die?!"

Chen Yuan's eyes changed, flickering, alternating between clarity and indifference.

“No, they should…they should…”

Just as he was struggling, another figure walked out of the darkness. It was the young Chen Yi in brocade clothes.

His eyes were calm and gentle, with a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then a childish voice came out from his mouth, with a hint of joy in it, singing happily:

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are……"

As the song began, Chen Yuan paused, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded, and he regained clarity again.

And the cold child's voice in his mind shouted: "I'm waiting for the day when you despair, hahahaha..."

The laughter gradually faded away, but it was like a huge hammer hitting his heart.

"That day will never come!"

Chen Yuan looked at Ling Yinrong who was still in a coma, and slowly loosened his clenched fists.

He stared at Ling Yinrong for a long time, and even when he raised his hand to comb her long hair, he did not come back to his senses.

"Click."

At this time, a noise came from not far away.

Chen Yuan woke up instantly, holding the Wanjun Knife, and looked outside the tree hole with a vigilant look.

Lu Zhao walked out of the darkness, "Master, it's me."

He was dressed in black, looking disheveled, with rain dripping from the ends of his hair and the corners of his clothes.

A hint of suspicion flashed across Chen Yuan's eyes, and then he put away his Wanjun Knife and asked calmly, "Did you see those barbarians when you came here?"

"I see. They are resting fifteen miles away."

After Lu Zhao looked at the two of them, he said apologetically, "My Lord, I was not able to return in time and frightened you."

After saying this, he took out a few things from his arms and continued without waiting for Chen Yuan to ask:
"I found some healing herbs and some food."

Chen Yuan looked at the thing in his hand, reached out to take it, and after carefully examining it, he said:
"Stand guard outside."

"Yes, my lord!"

Lu Zhao didn't do anything unnecessary. He disappeared in the heavy rain and stood two meters away.

Chen Yuan's sword intent had been covering the surroundings. When he noticed his movements, his mind couldn't help but relax a little.

It shouldn't be him.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan fiddled with the herbs in his hand and ate them mixed with food.

Only after confirming that there was no problem did he carefully feed the remaining herbs to Ling Yinrong.

The herbs were very common and of low quality, but they were enough to alleviate their injuries.

Soon, Ling Yinrong slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked around blankly for a moment. Then, as memories emerged in her mind, she looked at Chen Yuan, who was looking concerned, and asked in a weak voice:
"Are we out of trouble for now?"

Chen Yuan nodded repeatedly, and then briefly recounted what happened between the two of them afterwards.

Ling Yinrong smiled, and some color returned to her pale face, and she struggled to get up.

Chen Yuan came over to help her up, and gently reminded her: "Your injuries are too serious, you should rest well and don't move around."

After he finished speaking, he found that Ling Yinrong did not respond, but just stared blankly at the whiteness in front of her.

Chen Yuan took a glance, turned around hurriedly, and explained with an unnatural expression:

"First, you were badly injured and your body was soaked. I, I had no choice but to take your place..."

Ling Yinrong listened to his flustered voice, silently pulled up her coat to cover herself more tightly, and her face couldn't help but become a little redder.

"I know."

"We have to make decisions in an emergency. We are all children of the underworld. I, I don't have so many fussies."

"Yes, really?"

Chen Yuan was secretly suspicious, but he also felt relieved.

During this short period of time, his emotions changed so much that he had many strange and distracting thoughts in his mind.

That feeling was more tiring than chopping with the Wanjun Sword five thousand times.

Sure enough, my second brother was right. Only when he becomes a man of his own standing can we consider getting engaged.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of "saving the people of the world."

Ling Yinrong saw the bloody handprint on his back, the blush on her face gradually faded, and she pondered:

"What are your plans next?"

"What's next?" Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Get rid of the Nanman Cult's pursuit as soon as possible."

Ling Yinrong shook her head slightly and said, "Those barbarians are much more familiar with the mountain environment than we are. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get rid of them."

Chen Yuan was naturally aware of this. He turned his back to her and looked at the heavy rain outside the tree hole.

"I plan to continue to go deeper into the southern barbarian land."

"Go deeper?" Ling Yinrong was stunned.

"Yes, go deeper!"

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "It's far enough away from the tribe where the barbarians live. They won't be familiar with it either."

"But there are many demons deeper down?"

"Don't be afraid. I once trained in a valley full of demons, so I know a little about their habits."

Chen Yuan half turned to look at her and said firmly: "As long as we are careful to avoid some big monsters, the danger will not be great."

"At least it's better than being hunted down by the Southern Barbarians now."

Seeing that he was determined, Ling Yinrong thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"Since I'm on this pirate ship of yours, I have no choice but to follow you to the end."

After she said it, she regretted it - the words were ambiguous.

But Chen Yuan seemed to be encouraged and patted his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, I won't let you get hurt again!"

Ling Yinrong was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then she curled her lips and thought that she was overthinking it.

Chen Yuan...

He is obviously still a blockhead!
(End of this chapter)