Junior Disciple

Chapter Nineteen

Xie Wuhán glanced at the figure in midair, his gaze deepened, and he decisively raised his hand to forcibly break the binding of the magical artifact on him.

Yu Qingwei, who was in the midst of battle, sensed something and paused slightly, turning to see a figure sitting cross-legged within the barrier. The red cord on his waist remained perfectly intact.

Relieved, he thought to himself that he had overlooked something. Xie Wuhán had only recently built his foundation and still needed to stabilize his cultivation. In this place rich with spiritual energy, it was best to absorb as much as possible to fill his dantian, especially since there was no immediate danger.

He refocused his attention on the white dragon.

Xie Wuhán's soft heart ultimately prevailed. In that brief moment, he had considered what might happen if the young man couldn't withstand the backlash. Forcibly breaking the binding would harm both of them. He didn't care about himself, but if Yu Qingwei got injured due to being distracted during the fight, he couldn't bear the thought.

For reasons unknown, the mere idea of the young man being hurt because of him made Xie Wuhán feel an ache in his chest.

Pressing his lips together, he left a puppet substitute he had taken from a rogue cultivator in his place and headed into the depths of the plum forest.

...

After what felt like an endless battle, the primordial spirit, who had just knocked several opponents away with a strike, decided to end the fight quickly. Returning to his human form, he pointed a finger at Xuan Min.

This man had inflicted the most damage and fought the hardest against him earlier.

As for the others, his gaze swept over Yu Qingwei and the rest.

The white dragon narrowed his pale eyes. Best to leave none of them alive.

Just as he was about to unleash his final blow, his pupils suddenly contracted. Yu Qingwei, who had been concentrating on breaking through his barrier, raised his hand and unleashed the Zhan Yun sword. The weapon's fierce momentum surged forward. In the next moment, the sound of flesh being sliced rang out.

Zhan Yun slashed across the opponent's face, snapping the primordial spirit back to reality. He clutched his hand to his face, revealing a deep cut.

It wasn't that Yu Qingwei deliberately aimed to ruin the opponent's appearance out of malice; it was simply because the white dragon's scales were incredibly hard, rendering him invulnerable to weapons. The only weak spots were his underbelly and face.

But as he had transformed into his human form, the fine white scales covering his body left no gaps, making his face the only viable target.

He exchanged a glance with Xuan Min, prepared to charge forward and turn the tide of the battle.

Unexpectedly, the opponent ignored Yu Qingwei entirely, turning into a streak of light and rushing toward the depths of the plum forest.

"After him," Xuan Min ordered immediately.

Yu Qingwei nodded, though the others hesitated.

It was clear they weren't a match for the white dragon. If the dragon hadn't suddenly lost focus and fled just now, they wouldn't have stood a chance.

The group exchanged uncertain looks, reluctant to risk their lives for a chance at fortune.

"Forget it," someone sighed. "I'll just stay outside and scavenge for leftovers."

"Do you think those two will even make it out alive?" someone frowned skeptically. The white dragon's power was at least equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator's, far beyond their ability to handle.