Alert! The Dragon Lord has emerged from seclusion!

The Gate of the Nine Netherworlds is a passage connecting to the Netherworld Ghost Realm. Once fully opened, the surrounding area of ​​a hundred miles will be transformed into a ghost realm, causing widespread suffering and death!

"Madman!" Lin Chen gritted his teeth, wanting to rush forward to stop him, but he was also at his limit and could barely stand up straight.

The old ghost of the underworld laughed wildly: "Die together! Even if I perish, I will take you all with me!"

The gaps in the Gate of the Nine Netherworlds were widening, and chilling ghostly energy poured down like a waterfall, instantly withering the vegetation and freezing the ground with black ice.

At this moment of despair—

A clear, cold voice, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, drifted from the distant horizon:

"You old ghost of the underworld, you dare to touch my fiancé?"

Before the words had even faded, an icy blue sword light tore through the sky, like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, and slashed fiercely at the crack of the Gate of the Netherworld!

Click!

The gap was severed by a single sword strike, and the pouring ghostly energy abruptly ceased.

Immediately afterwards, seven figures descended from the sky and landed in front of the ruins of the Chu residence.

The leader was dressed in white, with an unparalleled beauty, holding an ice-blue longsword. He was surrounded by a chilling aura, yet remained dignified and composed.

It was Su Qingxue!

Behind her were Qin Yurou, the rest of the Ice Guards brought by Ling Feng, and... three elderly men with profound auras, dressed in the attire of the Xiaoyao Valley!

"Qingxue..." Lin Chen stared blankly at the figure.

Su Qingxue glanced back at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "Take care of your injuries. Leave this to me."

She turned around and pointed her sword at the Netherworld Old Ghost.

The three elders of Xiaoyao Valley stepped forward simultaneously, releasing their Nascent Soul stage aura without reservation.

The old man on the left, with white hair and a youthful face, stroked his beard and sneered: "You brat from the Netherworld Sect, you haven't improved at all in a hundred years."

The middle-aged man on the right, carrying a long sword, had eyes as sharp as swords: "Those who harm living beings and steal souls deserve to be punished."

The kind-faced old woman in the middle sighed, "Why bother? By cutting off your own chance of survival and opening the gates of the netherworld, you won't even have a chance to reincarnate."

The old ghost of the underworld looked at the three elders, and despair finally appeared in his eyes.

"The Three Elders of Xiaoyao... True Man Xuanbing, Sword Master Qingyang, Granny Cihang..." He laughed bitterly, "Good, good indeed, Xiaoyao Valley, for the sake of a Nine Yang Burning Heaven Body, they even sent out the three of you old monsters..."

"If that's the case..."

A final flash of madness appeared in his eyes, and his body suddenly swelled up!

"Then let's die together!"

He's going to self-destruct his Nascent Soul!

"Stubborn to the end." Master Xuanbing shook his head and raised his withered hand.

A flash of icy blue light streaked across the sky, instantly freezing the swollen body of the Netherworld Old Ghost and forcibly halting its self-destruction.

The Azure Sun Sword Master pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

A streak of cyan sword light flashed past, and the head of the Netherworld Old Ghost flew high into the air, the madness in his eyes freezing into eternal terror.

Granny Cihang raised her hand and captured the frozen Nascent Soul black hole in her hand, then cast several sealing talismans.

"This thing is too evil. It needs to be taken back to the valley and refined with pure yang fire for forty-nine days to be completely purified."

With the help of three Nascent Soul cultivators, the crisis that nearly destroyed the Chu residence was resolved in the blink of an eye.

Su Qingxue quickly walked to Lin Chen's side, squatted down, and her icy blue eyes were full of worry: "How are you?"

Lin Chen looked at her and suddenly smiled: "You came just in time."

After saying that, everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

After burning his essence twice, his meridians were severely damaged, and the backlash from the Nine Yang Technique erupted in full force—his body finally reached its limit.

"Lin Chen!" Su Qingxue's expression changed, and she hurriedly supported him, channeling her profound Yin energy into him.

Shen Qingqiu struggled to crawl over and took out the last Nine-Turn Life-Extending Pill from his robes: "Quick, give it to him..."

Qin Yurou also ran over, the Yin-Yang jade pendant in her hand emitting a warm light that enveloped Lin Chen.

Ye Qingcheng stood up, supporting herself with her sword, and tried to come over, but her legs gave way and she was supported by an ice guard.

Chu Ling'er, supported by Uncle Fu, watched this scene weakly.

The three elders of Xiaoyao came over and checked Lin Chen's condition; their expressions all became serious.

"The backlash from the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Body has fully erupted, resulting in a loss of 90% of his essence and blood, and severed meridians..." Master Xuanbing shook his head, "It's already a miracle that he's still alive."

"Bringing them back to the valley might offer a glimmer of hope," said the Azure Sun Sword Master in a deep voice.

Granny Cihang looked at Su Qingxue: "Xiaoxue, you are his fiancée and also possess the Xuan Yin Body. Along the way, you will need to continuously use your Xuan Yin True Qi to harmonize him and keep him alive."

Su Qingxue nodded without hesitation: "I will."

She looked at the other three women, her gaze complex, but ultimately firm: "Come on, all of you. We need your strength to save him."

Shen Qingqiu nodded: "As a doctor, it is my duty."

Ye Qingcheng gritted her teeth: "He saved me, I don't owe him any favors."

Qin Yurou gripped the jade pendant tightly: "He gave me my life."

Chu Ling'er was weak but resolute: "The engagement... I haven't thought about it yet. But he saved me, he saved the Chu family, I can't just watch him like this..."

Four women, four different personalities, yet they all made the same choice at this moment.

Master Xuanbing stroked his beard: "In that case, there is no time to lose. Let's set off back to the valley immediately."

He looked at the ruins of the Chu residence and the various forces beginning to gather in the distance—the battle just now had been too loud, alarming all the major and minor forces in Luo City…

The flying boats of Xiaoyao Valley pierced through the clouds and mist.

The hidden runes engraved on the hull flowed, completely concealing the massive vessel and its presence, blending it into the vast white clouds.

In the innermost quiet room of the cabin, Lin Chen lay on a bed of ancient cold jade, his face ashen and his breath so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

The coldness of the jade bed clashed with the remaining violent yang energy within his body, emitting a faint "sizzling" sound and rising wisps of white mist.

Su Qingxue sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her palms lightly pressed above Lin Chen's chest.

The pure Yin energy flowed into his body like a gentle spring, barely maintaining the fragile Yin-Yang balance and protecting the last vestige of life in his heart meridian.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her face was somewhat pale, but her eyes were focused as a rock, without wavering in the slightest.

Shen Qingqiu was busy at the medicine table next to him.

She quickly selected and processed the spiritual materials from her personal medicine kit and those provided by Xiaoyao Valley.

The sound of the jade pestle pounding medicine was light yet rapid, mixed with the subtle sounds of grass leaves being torn and juice being squeezed.

She needed to prepare a medicinal solution that could temporarily stabilize Lin Chen's injuries and pave the way for subsequent treatment.

Ye Qingcheng and Chu Ling'er leaned against the wall on the cushions, each adjusting their breathing.

Ye Qingcheng's white hair had turned black again, but the vibrant energy between her brows had dimmed considerably. Her Frosty Yin essence had been greatly damaged, and she was now struggling to even maintain her senses.

Chu Ling'er was even weaker, her ten fingers wrapped in gauze, her face paler than paper, and she leaned against the wall, drowsy.

Qin Yurou sat on a low stool by the bed, the yin-yang jade pendant in her hand continuously emitting a warm and harmonious aura, enveloping Lin Chen's entire body.