Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

But this was not the time to ask questions. She made a hand seal, and a soft, sea-blue light wave emanated from her palms.

It transformed into a semi-transparent protective shield, enveloping Mu Tianmiao and the wounded woman beside him.

Then she saw an incredible scene.

Mu Tianmiao's ravaged body, almost beyond human form, is reviving at a visible speed!

The exposed white bone on the arm began to regrow veins, and bright red muscle fibers climbed and spread along the bone like vines.

Finally, the skin—a fresh, subtly glowing layer of skin covered all the wounds.

In no time, the man, who was covered in bones and barely breathing, transformed back into a complete human form.

Guan Jiu'er's pupils contracted slightly.

She had never seen such a speed of physical recovery. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation from any pills or spells; it was purely the body's own self-repair.

What kind of constitution does this kid have?

The Third Prince, wrapped in Mu Tianmiao's outer robe, knelt within the light barrier, watching him transform from a skeleton back into a human form before his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

She wanted to hug him, but seeing his newly formed skin still slightly shiny, she was afraid it would break if she touched it. So she could only clench her fists and place them on her knees, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Beyond the flower bud, Lin Yanluo's anger completely exploded!

She shoved the Sky Hammer directly into the flower bud, made a hand seal with one hand, and let out a sharp shout!

"long!"

The Sky Hammer swelled dramatically, its shaft forcefully bursting apart the remaining petals and flesh of the flower demon from the inside!

The sky was filled with bits of flesh and blood, exploding like fireworks, and the flower demon let out a scream that was sharp to the extreme!

Without pausing, Lin Yanluo pulled out the giant hammer, leaped into the air, and swung her arms in a wide arc, the hammer drawing a dark golden arc in her hands!

The terrifying killing intent spread like a tangible force, causing even the Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Imperial Court and Master Huiming of Nanshan Temple, who were rushing over from afar, to change their expressions!

"Formless and selfless!"

The hammer slams down!

The earth's veins shook violently under the hammer blow, and a bottomless crack spread out from the point of impact, penetrating the entire underground space!

The flower demon's enormous body was smashed in two, and the remaining blood pills exploded under this blow!

The wriggling vines and petal fragments turned to dust in the impact of the dark golden spiritual energy!

The flower fairy's screams came from her shattered body, her voice filled with unbelievable madness.

"Why won't you let me live! No..."

Chapter Sixty-Three: You Still Aren't Dead

In the distance, Master Huiming hurriedly arrived, stepping onto a golden lotus platform.

He immediately saw Yuantong sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a bunch of spirit fruits in his arms, his cheeks bulging.

There was also a rogue cultivator lying next to him, who had been knocked unconscious by him and fed half a fruit.

That's nothing like what a Buddhist disciple would do... how could it be so foolish...

Cough cough... I almost broke the rules...

Master Huiming's lips twitched slightly. He said nothing, only silently chanting a Buddhist prayer, deciding to pretend he didn't know him for the time being...

So embarrassing...

The old prince of the Imperial Court immediately spotted the two figures inside Guan Jiu'er's protective barrier.

He rushed over in a flash, and when he saw what was happening inside the light barrier, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for who knows how long, finally felt half relieved.

Her Highness was wearing a men's robe that clearly didn't belong to her, and was kneeling on the ground holding an unconscious man.

The man's wounds were healing at a visible speed, and although his breathing was weak, it was steady... He wasn't dying, nor was he on his deathbed...

Wait... not dying... but enjoying life?

Holy crap? He's still alive after all that? That's incredible!

"Ah Yue! Are you alright?!"

The old prince's voice was trembling. He squatted down, wanting to help her up, but dared not touch her.

The Third Prince raised his head, his face streaked with tears, his voice urgent and hoarse.

"I'm fine! Give me the Jade Dragon Pill right now! Hurry!"

The old prince was stunned for a moment.

The Jade Dragon Pill is a life-saving sacred medicine of the Imperial Court. In the past twenty years, only three pills have been produced in the entire court. It is a precious treasure used to save the lives of the royal family's direct descendants in the most critical moments.

But seeing his prince's anxious expression, as if he was about to cry again, he said nothing and simply took out a pure white jade box from his storage ring and handed it over.

Who told him to spoil the child...?

The Third Prince took the jade box, pried open Mu Tianmiao's mouth, and stuffed the jade-colored pill, which emitted a faint dragon's might, into it.

The Jade Dragon Pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a powerful life force exploded from his body.

His already astonishing physical recovery speed more than doubled.

A moment later, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Guan Jiu'er breathed a sigh of relief.

If this kid really dies here, she'll never have the face to go back to the Immortal Shadow Sect and see her master again.

She removed the protective light shield, handed Mu Tianmiao and the Third Prince over to Master Huiming, and then turned around and drew the jet-black longsword from her waist.

The sword gleamed with a cold, sharp light that was completely different from Lin Yanluo's Sky Hammer.

Although the flower fairy was smashed in two by Lin Yanluo's hammer, the remaining flesh and blood still wriggled unwillingly, trying to reassemble.

Guan Jiu'er leaped into the air and stood shoulder to shoulder with Lin Yanluo. With a flick of her longsword, a sky full of azure sword energy poured down once again.

Each sword strike precisely pierced the fragments of flesh attempting to reassemble, leaving the flower fairy no chance for even the last struggle.

Master Huiming settled Mu Tianmiao and the Third Prince in a relatively safe corner, and then placed a Buddhist seal between Mu Tianmiao's eyebrows as a blessing.

The pale golden light of Buddha seeped into his sea of ​​consciousness, protecting his soul from the erosion of residual evil energy.

After doing all this, the old monk raised his head and looked at the battlefield in front of him, which was stained dark red by the remains of the flower demon. His aged voice carried a rare anger.

"Star pollution... How could something like this appear underground in a Golden Core Realm?"

"Who did this that almost killed so many people?"

Guan Jiu'er's hand trembled almost imperceptibly as she swung her sword.

The sword tip deviated by half an inch, almost letting a clump of flesh that was trying to escape get away, but fortunately Lin Yanluo reacted quickly and struck with her hammer.

Her mask covered most of her face, obscuring her expression, but the attack with the longsword in her hand was even more ferocious than before, as if she wanted to take something along with her.

Slay the flower demons!

Finally... the flower fairy was completely annihilated under the combined attacks of the two...

Yun Qingyao lay on the cold ground, every part of her body aching.

The backlash from the Violent Spirit Pill shattered her meridians, leaving her limbs feeling as heavy as lead.

He dug several bloody scratches into the ground with his fingertips, but he didn't even have the strength to prop himself up.

But she gritted her teeth and crawled inch by inch toward the familiar figure not far away.

She saw him open his eyes, and she saw that the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch. She had to go over there; she absolutely had to go over there.

Suddenly, a warm force surged into her brow, as if something was awakening within her.

A point of golden light shone between her brows, outlining an extremely faint and delicate divine pattern, appearing and disappearing, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Emperor's Mark!

All attributes increased by 10%, and health and recovery speed also increased by 10%.

This one-tenth may not seem like much, but to her, who was now completely exhausted, it was like a rope thrown down from the edge of a cliff.

She took a deep breath and, supporting herself with the Azure Frost Sword, stood up shakily.

Not far away, Mu Tianmiao was leaning against a pile of rubble, the system interface unfolding before her eyes.

Participated in the kill of the Soul-Stealing Demon Flower; mission complete.

The Lord of the Eight Desolations, the destiny has been distributed.

The Primordial Divine Iron has been automatically added to the deepest part of the secret realm.

He looked at the completed logo, a weak but triumphant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Damn, that really hurt...

This must be what you call excruciating, bone-deep pain... I should have known better than to push myself... It hurts like hell...

The Third Prince knelt beside him and caught a glimpse of the strange smile on his lips, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

To still laugh in this state, what is this, a final burst of energy before death?

Yun Qingyao staggered to the corner where Master Huiming was, and saw the Third Prince holding Mu Tianmiao and crying.

A thin layer of mist instantly welled up in those peach blossom eyes.

It wasn't a feeling of being wronged, but rather a bittersweet feeling that she couldn't quite describe, like someone had gently pinched her heart.

She stepped forward and reached out to push the Third Prince's shoulder, her voice hoarse but filled with an unyielding stubbornness.

"You...you mustn't...you mustn't hug him."

The Third Prince raised his head through teary eyes, instinctively wanting to retort!

Huh? Who do you think you are to him?

But as she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered the scene of Mu Tianmiao and this woman exchanging glances in the underground palace.

Her words stuck in her throat, and she just couldn't bring herself to say them.

After a two-second silence, Yun Qingyao pushed her away from Mu Tianmiao, buried her face in his chest, her shoulders trembling slightly, and began to sob softly.

Master Huiming stood aside and watched as Mu Tianmiao's life gradually stabilized from the brink of death.

Then it recovered to its peak condition at a speed that defied all logic.

The old monk had lived for nearly a thousand years and had seen countless strange people and events. At this moment, he couldn't help but slightly open his mouth, which remained open for a long time.

Just moments ago, it looked like it was about to die, but in a short while, its spiritual energy fluctuations became so stable.

He looked down at the Buddhist blessing he had just bestowed upon Mu Tianmiao.

I'm starting to wonder if my Buddhist practice has suddenly become more advanced...

Chapter Sixty-Four: Guan Jiu'er, was it you who did this?!

Mu Tianmiao actually still had half a Jade Dragon Pill in her mouth.

He woke up the moment the Third Prince put it in his mouth, but he didn't swallow it all.

The Jade Dragon Pill was too potent. His body had already recovered most of its strength by going through the process of dying and being reborn, so taking another whole pill would be a complete waste.

He propped himself up and sat up, turning to look at Yun Qingyao who was resting against his chest, and gently lifted her chin with his hand.

Yun Qingyao's eyes were red from crying. Before she could react to what he was going to do, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

A warm touch enveloped her, and Yun Qingyao's eyes widened, her mind going completely blank.

But he fed her half of the Jade Dragon Pill.

She tasted the slightly bitter taste of the elixir and his captivating aura; her body reacted before her mind.

She closed her eyes, clutched his shirt tightly with both hands, greedily took everything from his lips and swallowed the half-pill.

The Third Prince discovered nothing.

She was bending down to adjust the outer robe she was wearing, Mu Tianmiao's robe. She rolled up the cuffs several times before revealing her hands, and tied the hem of the robe in a knot to prevent it from dragging on the ground.

When she looked up, she saw Yun Qingyao sitting up from Mu Tianmiao's arms, her lips and face flushed.