Chapter 1296 - Clash (2/2)

“Don’t worry. I’m not unreasonable like that.” Zhang Ruochen smiled.

Huang Yanchen turned to leave.

“Yanchen,” Zhang Ruochen called.

Then he walked over and caressed her snow-white cheek with a hand. He pressed a light kiss onto her lips.

Huang Yanchen blushed and actually grew nervous. She stopped breathing and her long lashes trembled. The two stared at each other, eyes filled with emotion.

A moment later, their lips separated.

“You should be careful too,” Zhang Ruochen reminded. “Battle has erupted everywhere in Kunlun’s Field. Nowhere is safe.”

After Huang Yanchen left, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo also entered Xianji Mountain.

This wasn’t only one mountain. Instead, Xianji Mountain was a cl.u.s.ter of rolling mountains and forests. It took up a very large expanse. Even Saints would have difficulty going deep into it.

The sounds of battle were scattered in different directions. Clearly, the four Immortal Vampire tribes and Martial Saint Canglan and the Twelve White Feather Saints had separated into different battlefields.

Or, one party was executing a siege.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t want to get involved in their battle. With his white robes, he looked like a weak scholar and hurried along the road.

Qing Mo followed behind him without any of a Saint’s presence. She was no different from a little servant.

Hearing the battles, she seemed anxious. Her eyes kept darting around and her lips quivered. Finally, she couldn’t help it anymore. “Lord, Martial Saint Canglan and the Twelve White Feather Saints aren’t the Immortal Vampires’ match. Shouldn’t we help them?”

“I don’t have anything to do with them. Why should I take such a large risk to help them?” Zhang Ruochen asked in return without looking back.

Martial Saint Canglan and the Twelve White Feather Saints were Chi Yao’s guards, but Zhang Ruochen didn’t transfer his hatred of Chi Yao onto them. It was just like how he didn’t hate the Saint Lady, one of the Nine Heavenly Maidens, and instead saw her as a close friend.

He didn’t want to fight because he was heavily injured. He couldn’t even protect himself, so he obviously couldn’t help others and get into more trouble.

“Now, the most important task is to find Gu Songzi and repair my meridians.”

Qing Mo wanted to persuade Zhang Ruochen. “But a human Saintess will definitely be humiliated at the hands of the Immortal Vampires,” she continued. “Especially Martial Saint Canglan, one of the Nine Heavenly Maidens. If she’s captured, this will affect the entire human army’s morale. If Zhilin Pa.s.s is breached, the Immortal Vampires will conquer Red River Mansion. How many more humans will die? How many more will become the food of the Immortal Vampires?

“Lord, you’ve always cared for humanity. You’re not as cold as you seem. Can you really stand seeing the Immortal Vampires humiliate the humans?”

Zhang Ruochen stopped walking and turned. He stared into Qing Mo’s eyes. Qing Mo hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to meet Zhang Ruochen’s gaze.

“Who taught you to say that? Yanchen?”

Zhang Ruochen didn’t think that Qing Mo was wise enough to say those words. Not only was she able to a.n.a.lyze everything, she’d also given him the lofty t.i.tle of caring for humanity.

Qing Mo didn’t reply.

Kaboom.

Up ahead, strong Holy Qi swept through the entire mountain. A black sickle flew over Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo’s heads. Then came a woman’s pained cry.

Drops of saintly blood rained down.

With a thud, a female Saint in white armor fell into the forest not far from Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo. All the trees there toppled, turning into decaying dirt.

That female Saint was badly injured. She clutched her stomach where there was a long b.l.o.o.d.y gash. What weapon had hurt her?

Evil black Qi flowed out of her injury, shrouding her slender frame. Her pallor was sickly pale and her expression was pained.

Whoos.h.!.+

Another Saintess in white flew down, flapping her wings. She held a saintly sword. Hurriedly helping the Saintess up, she said, “Yuansu, I’ll help you leave.”

“You want to leave?” A cold laugh rang out.

Then a Blood Saint with a menacing face charged out of the white fog. He held a sickle stained with blood and had a pair of blood wings. He blocked the two Saintess’ exit path.

Another bald Blood Saint also ran out. Eyes filled with l.u.s.t, he sneered and said, “I heard that you 72 Saintesses all live in Ziwei Palace. You’re the closest officials to the Empress. Usually, you’re all high and mighty. Even the county and region lords have to be polite with you. I wonder what those humans who view you as G.o.ddesses will think if I capture one of you and turn you into a s.e.x slave. Ha.”

Three more Blood Saints hurried over.

Five Blood Saints in total surrounded the two Saintesses. They all laughed as if already declaring their fate.