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Chapter 169 Are You Lucky? Charge in the Desert!

Chapter 169: Chapter 169 Are You Lucky? Charge in the Desert!

Liang Hui held a bead that resembled a ruby.

He used the Flowing Light Bell to perceive its qualities, and only after confirming there were no issues did he channel his mana into it to leave a mark.

As he took control of the Extreme Yang Pearl, the look he gave the woman also carried a hint of satisfaction.

In the hand, the bead was absolutely top-notch in the True Realization realm, far surpassing the Cangqing Cauldron.

"Very good."

"As long as you’re satisfied, a single Extreme Yang Pearl is nothing compared to the favor this time. If there is a future occasion, I will certainly repay you generously," she said.

Sincerity filled Qing Yi’s eyes.

She slowly raised her hand to cover her face, and in the next moment, the blood-stained veil had been replaced by a clean one.

"Do you have a method for the Primordial Spirit mark inside my body? Otherwise, we will always be unable to escape pursuit," she asked.

"In that case, it might be better for me to leave alone."

The youth was silent as he put away the magic artifact in his hand.

A moment later, he slowly spoke: "You should consider yourself lucky. Some time ago, I obtained a ruin artifact capable of erasing such marks at a site."

"This ruin artifact can only be used once, but its effect should be very strong. It might eliminate the marks on the Primordial Spirit and the divine veins."

"As for leaving, if the ruin artifact fails to erase the mark on the Primordial Spirit, you may go on your own. I won’t stop you."

Liang Hui raised his hand, and a piece of white jade appeared in it, transculent and clear, with a streak of golden light swirling within.

Reaching forward with his palm, the white jade touched Qing Yi’s forehead.

"Where?"

"The heart."

Crack!

With a slight exertion of force, the white jade shattered, and a streak of golden light entered the woman’s body.

Liang Hui manipulated the golden light, as well as the Eternal Radiance hidden within, heading towards the heart.

Qing Yi looked surprised, as the extremely stubborn mark at her heart, like heavy snow under the morning sun, dissolved into nothingness in an instant.

Yet, that streak of golden light seemed familiar, as if she had felt a similar essence somewhere before.

"What are you thinking about, Qing Yi?"

The youth’s low voice interrupted the woman’s reverie.

Looking up, she saw a face, almost smiling but not quite, very close to hers.

"I just sensed a familiar essence."

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Are you trying to get close to me? Too bad, I already have someone I can walk side by side with," he said.

"Let’s go. I don’t believe they’ll be able to find us this time."

Liang Hui took out a Mystic Altar from his bosom, a trophy he had obtained while fighting with the Qingqi Sect.

Unfortunately, only two were left, and having confirmed the Mystic Altar had no traps, he intended to use it to escape the Imperial Court of Chu Nation’s sight.

Bang!

The Mystic Altar instantly shattered, and a pitch-black fissure appeared before the two.

Liang Hui packed up his chariot and stepped into the fissure with Qing Yi.

When they reappeared, the scene before their eyes had changed completely; the dense jungle and mountain ranges were gone.

What lay before their eyes now was the vast desert and swirling yellow sand.

The fierce sun hung in the Vault of Heaven, radiating endless heat and light.

’The desert?’

The youth looked at the scene before him, bringing to mind that great desert on the border between Zhou Nation and Chu Nation.

But the desert in front of him lacked a bit of the deadly aura and added a few touches of scorching heat.

He turned his gaze towards Qing Yi.

"The Chu Nation might be hot, but with such an expanse of desert, there are only a few places like this, one near Chuzhou."

"The border between Chuzhou and Jingzhou," she replied.

The youth was not disappointed by Qing Yi’s answer.

"Which means, if you cross Jingzhou, you can return to Zhou Nation."

"Then let’s go. I’ll protect you for a while until your injuries have recovered," he offered.

The youth picked a direction and strode forward.

"Thank you!"

Qing Yi pursed her lips and spoke softly.

He quickly followed.

...

The scorching sun blazed overhead as sand and dust filled the air.

A caravan traversed the vast desert, with camels moving leisurely across the sandy expanse.

The sound of wind chimes resonated with the caravan’s progress.

In the rearmost, and largest compartment, two figures sat facing each other.

Qing Yi’s tightly shut eyes slowly opened, and she looked at the young man cultivating in front of her, her expression complicated.

From time to time, the sound of surging waves emanated from the young man’s body, so loud that, if not for the soundproofing measures within the carriage, it could have been heard from a hundred meters away.

"So he is practicing Blood Refinement, yet he can achieve such a level."

The woman thought of the scene when the young man drove the chariot and killed the experts of the Qingqi Sect, her feelings even more complex.

"What are you thinking about?"

Liang Hui suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qing Yi.

At the same time, he took out a Sword Scripture from his bosom and started flipping through it.

"It’s nothing. It’s been five days; my wounds have healed by half. Should we speed up?"

"The caravan’s pace is too slow."

Qing Yi’s face showed helplessness—the caravan could only cover a thousand miles in a day, and who knew when they would leave Chuzhou.

"Once you’ve fully recovered, you can go wherever you like. Now, listen to me."

Liang Hui leafed through the Sword Scripture without looking up.

For him, anywhere was a place for cultivation; this peaceful situation was no better than taking Qing Yi and rushing into Jingzhou.

Hearing this, the woman opposite could only nod.

Her injuries were too severe, requiring five days to heal by half. Moreover, the resources her sect had left for her were exhausted, and she could not leave Jingzhou on her own strength.

"Stop!"

A loud shout descended from the sky.

A formidable presence spread without restraint.

The entire caravan fell into chaos, and the people stood in the desert, looking up at the sky in horror at the figure clad in Golden Armor.

"I am here; will you not show yourself?" the strong presence declared, standing alone in the vast sky above the desert.

"Senior, whom are you looking for? We don’t know!" someone knelt, afraid he would start a massacre.

"Ants! You are not worthy to speak to me!"

"Roar..."

In midair, a roar erupted, sending sound waves like thunder shaking the earth, reverberating through the desert.

At that moment, many screamed as several hundred figures within the caravan exploded, torn apart by the roaring, their blood mist rising into the air.

Such a scene was terrifying—sound waves shook the heavens, and in an instant, nearly everyone in the caravan was dead.

Even the compartments themselves, along with the camels, shattered and became wreckage and bones.

Sand and dust blew over the area, which was now pervaded only by the smell of blood; nothing else remained.

"Attack!"

Came a long howl.

Flames surged from the earth, rushing towards the sky.

The red flames turned gold, then pale, as the temperature soared.

Liang Hui’s face was stern; the strong man in the sky had appeared too quickly, leaving him little time to react.

He held the Burnlight Pot in his hand, urging its full power, no longer caring about the damage to the Magic Artifact itself.

The strong man standing in the sky, with the imposing aura he transmitted, far surpassed any energy vein Liang Hui had ever encountered.

He quickly threw the chariot and boarded it with Qing Yi.

"Mere tricks, break!"

A giant hand pressed down from the sky, instantly extinguishing the white flames and reaching for the chariot.

Liang Hui didn’t hesitate, immediately summoning the Burnlight Pot to meet the giant hand.

Burst!

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, with countless flames rising, the intense heat making the space begin to warp.

A chariot burst through the aftermath of the flames, transforming into a gold streak of light, speeding away into the distance.