"Ugh aargh—"
That was no act…
As soul force surged ceaselessly from within her, her entire body shook violently. Her stunningly beautiful face twisted in agony as she screamed, enduring pain beyond endurance.
Even her aura had become abnormally weak.
Her very life was in danger.
"Master, Yun'er is young and ignorant. The greater responsibility truly lies with me—I, as her mother, failed to discipline her properly."
"But Yun'er is my daughter after all. No matter how wrong she is, she is still my flesh and blood. If you must punish someone, punish this disciple. I am willing to bear Yun'er's punishment in her place."
"Master, I beg you—please spare Yun'er's life."
Grandmother Yuanshen's face was streaked with tears. Seeing Song Yun in this state, her heart ached terribly.
Yet even so, she did not resist the Wolong Martial Sect Master. She did not even rise to her feet, remaining kneeling on the ground.
She merely pleaded, shouldering all the blame upon herself.
It was clear that her respect for the Wolong Martial Sect Master came from the depths of her heart.
"Seeing as you have not forgotten me as your Master, I will not kill her today. But whether she can survive depends on her own fortune."
The Wolong Martial Sect Master's words carried a deeper meaning.
Originally, Grandmother Yuanshen and Fairy Daohai had planned to strip
Their purpose was not merely to ensure the soul force stripping went smoothly, but also to minimize the harm to Zi Ling as much as possible.
But now, the Wolong Martial Sect Master had taken direct action, forcibly stripping Song Yun's soul force.
This was devastating to Song Yun's body.
Even if the Wolong Martial Sect Master did not intend to kill her, if Song Yun could not endure it, she would not escape death.
At last, the soul force within Song Yun ceased to pour out, and her floating body descended to the ground.
After Song Yun landed, her previously trembling body went still. Blood foamed constantly from her mouth, and her body had gone rigid—she looked like a corpse.
Looking at Song Yun like this, Grandmother Yuanshen's face was filled with anguish, but she still knelt before the Wolong Martial Sect Master, not daring to move.
"Go treat her wounds."
The Wolong Martial Sect Master spoke.
"Thank you, Master."
At her words, Grandmother Yuanshen and Fairy Daohai finally dared to rise and go treat Song Yun's wounds. But before standing, they first bowed to the Wolong Martial Sect Master.
As for
Fortunately, Grandmother Yuanshen had not truly intended to kill earlier. Holy Light White Brow's injuries only appeared severe—in truth, there was no danger to his life.
Compared to Song Yun, Holy Light White Brow's injuries were practically negligible. With just some medicinal pills and brief treatment, Holy Light White Brow could recover most of his strength.
But Song Yun's condition was far worse.
Song Yun's breathing was faint. Despite Grandmother Yuanshen and Fairy Daohai working together to treat her, there was no improvement at all—her condition only grew worse.
It seemed she truly would not survive.
"Yun'er, you must hold on. You must hold on."
Seeing Song Yun like this, not only was Grandmother Yuanshen weeping uncontrollably, but even Fairy Daohai was crying. They both felt just how dire Song Yun's situation was.
Looking at Song Yun like this, Chu Feng's feelings were complicated.
Song Yun's actions had made him angry.
But Song Yun and he did share a history. Recalling the past, Chu Feng could not help but feel compassion.
Yet Chu Feng knew that in Song Yun's current state, there was nothing he could do.
"Have her take this."
As the Wolong Martial Sect Master spoke, she tossed a jade bottle toward Grandmother Yuanshen.
Grandmother Yuanshen not only caught it hurriedly but immediately opened the jade bottle. With a gentle shake, dozens of white medicinal pills poured out.
The pills were crystalline and translucent, wreathed in a layer of white vapor—clearly no ordinary substance.