Su Ji seemed unwilling to answer the question directly. "Isn't a Blood Coagulation Pill enough to shut your mouth?"
So it was a Blood Coagulation Pill after all...
His memories drifted back to when they first met.
He had actually kept it...
Everything felt like it happened just yesterday.
The pill dissolved in his mouth.
A faint, pitiful stream of warmth slid down his throat.
Better than nothing.
At least the near-death chill eased just a little, and that weightless feeling of falling into darkness receded ever so slightly.
"Alright, don't talk. Save your strength."
Su Ji didn't expect much from this lowest-grade pill.
He reached out and gently lifted Su Jiu from the ground.
His movements were light, careful.
"Su Jiu, listen to me."
He pressed her close to his chest, wrapped her in his tattered outer robe—now barely more than strips of cloth—and tightened his arms.
He took a deep breath and tried to stand.
"Hiss—"
The moment his knees took his weight, a piercing pain shot straight up his leg bones to his skull.
His body swayed violently twice.
Gritting his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead, Su Ji steadied himself by jamming the Fallen Dragon Spear into the ground.
He looked down at the person in his arms.
Su Jiu had her eyes closed. Her breathing was weak but steady.
"Don't fall asleep."
Su Ji shifted her in his arms, deliberately brushing his stubbly chin against her forehead.
"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep."
"If you sleep, who's going to guide me?"
"You know I have no sense of direction. What if I run the wrong way and end up back at Emperor Court Mountain? Then we'll be walking right into their trap—two for the price of one."
Su Jiu didn't open her eyes, but her eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if annoyed by his stubble or mocking his lame excuse.
Su Ji didn't mind. Muttering these nonsensical ramblings, he started walking.
Every step on the gravel felt like stepping on knife edges, agonizing.
But he didn't stop.
He couldn't stop.
The commotion here had been too loud, the smell of blood too strong. Soon, cultivators from the depths of the wasteland, drawn by the scent, would swarm in like vultures.
He had to leave.
Even if he had to crawl, he would get out.
"Let's go."
Su Ji tightened his hold on Su Jiu, feeling her faint heartbeat. His once-dazed eyes gradually turned fierce.
He hadn't realized it was almost dusk.
He looked toward the horizon.
That was the north.
"Senior brother... the sun is setting... that's west..."
Without changing his expression, Su Ji adjusted his direction.
Then north it was. Head to the Chaotic Star Sea.
He had no idea what kind of place that was, but since it was called "chaotic," it was probably lawless. Lawless was good. Lawless meant a chance to survive.
"Little sister, let's go."
Su Ji murmured softly, his voice so light that it was quickly swallowed by the howling wind.
He wasn't sure if he was saying it to Su Jiu or to himself.
The dying rays of the sun bathed the ruins in a bleak blood-red hue.
His shadow stretched long and crooked across the ground.
The wind rose again.
Lifting dust and sand, it slowly covered the trail of bloodstained footprints heading north.
...
"Cough, cough..."
The scenery blurred past.
From charred ruins to desolate desert.
Darkness gradually fell.
The nights in the wasteland were bitterly cold.
Su Ji felt Su Jiu shiver in his arms.
He quickly stopped, looking for shelter from the wind, but as far as he could see, there was nothing but rocks and sand.
"Dammit..."
He cursed under his breath and held Su Jiu even tighter, even channeling the last traces of his pitiful spiritual energy to warm her.
This energy was barely enough to make a difference in his current state, but he didn't hesitate for a moment.
"Senior brother..."
A faint whisper came from his arms.
Su Ji stiffened and looked down. "What's wrong? Are you in pain? Are you cold?"
Su Jiu struggled to open her eyes, looking at him by the pale moonlight.
"Your... your heartbeat... it's so fast..."
Su Ji froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "Fast is fine. It means I'm still alive."
"Rest now. We'll be out of the wasteland soon."
Su Ji said this casually, but the real reason for his racing heart was far less simple.
Su Jiu, from her angle, couldn't see...
But in the faint moonlight, he could.
Across the desolate desert, countless crooked shadows had emerged.
They appeared from all directions on the horizon, like ghosts rising from the ground, converging on him.
Their numbers kept growing.
Dozens, hundreds... maybe more.
Su Ji didn't have the energy to count.
They made no sound, only approached silently, their greedy, burning gazes like solid thorns boring into him.
No, more precisely, into the Fallen Dragon Spear he was using as a crutch.
They were mine slaves.
Those mine slaves whose wills had been crushed and value drained, now wandering like the living dead.
Better to deal with a king than to be pestered by small fry.
Su Ji had narrowly escaped death to kill Zhao Teng, only to find himself cornered by these "ants" he had never deigned to notice.
Su Ji took a deep breath, forcing back the dizziness from blood loss that made everything darken.
He held Su Jiu, now unconscious again after her brief words, with one arm. With his other hand, he tried to pull the Fallen Dragon Spear from the ground where he had planted it for support, hoping to swing it with a flourish to intimidate these reckless fools.
He wanted to show them that a dying tiger still commanded respect.
But the spear felt far heavier than he remembered.
The power that had once torn mountains through it now felt like a rebellious child, ignoring his call.
"Hum..."
The Fallen Dragon Spear trembled faintly, then fell still.
Su Ji's arm went weak. The fierce weapon slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground, kicking up a small puff of dust.
Now...
He couldn't even hold his own spear.
The air seemed to freeze.
Those mine slaves, who had been watching from a distance with lingering fear, saw this. The last shred of caution in their eyes vanished completely.
Replaced by naked, unrestrained madness and greed.
"He's... done for!"
"That spear! That spear! It's definitely a treasure!"
"Kill him! Take it!"
"He must have relied on that weapon..."
"How else could a Golden Core cultivator take over the mine?"
"Yes! I felt pure dragon's aura from it!"
A newborn dragon, already divine upon birth—if it wielded a true dragon divine weapon, that wouldn't be surprising... The Zhao family couldn't stop a true dragon!
Someone in the crowd screamed out hysterically.
It was like a spark igniting the fuse of a powder keg.
Boom!
In that instant, all the mine slaves became like sharks drawn to blood, charging wildly toward Su Ji from every direction!
Their numb and twisted faces were now carved with a single emotion—greed.
Su Ji's eyes flickered for a moment.
He couldn't help but let out a bitter, sarcastic laugh.
These people dared not resist the Zhao family...
Yet they dared to set their sights on him, the one who had just slaughtered the Zhaos?
Why?
Because he hadn't shown enough cruelty?
Good men are easy to bully?
Su Ji instinctively wanted to step back, to shield Su Jiu.
But his legs felt as heavy as lead, his movements unbearably slow.
Just as the nearest mine slave reached out with a withered, claw-like hand about to grab his sleeve—
Pft! Pft! Pft!
A series of muffled sounds of flesh bursting rang out abruptly.
The few mine slaves charging in front didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies swelled like inflated balloons and then exploded, scattering crimson mist everywhere!
A rain of hot, bloody droplets splattered over Su Ji's head and face.
Then.
A towering, mountain-like figure stood before him without warning, blocking all further attacks.
"Damn it."
A gruff, familiar voice rang out, tinged with irritation.
"Good thing I played it smart."
"I figured the overseers were all dead, but you bastards were still hanging around like headless flies, refusing to scram."
"So this was your game—waiting here to scoop up the leftovers and play the vulture, huh?"
Under the moonlight, the figure slowly turned around.
Muscular arms, a body like an iron pagoda, and a fierce face that practically screamed, "I'm not someone you mess with."
It was Zhang Kui.
He grinned, revealing a row of teeth that gleamed starkly white in the moonlight.
"Good thing I played it smart."
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
