Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 757 - 566: Xiao Qian Returns to Life, The Secrets of Ice Cold City

Chapter 757: Chapter 566: Xiao Qian Returns to Life, The Secrets of Ice Cold City

The words of the figure shrouded in a black robe were profound, and his ability to conceal himself in the void for so long without Wang Yang noticing was enough to demonstrate the terrifying level of his cultivation.

Wang Yang was unaware that in the darkness, a pair of eyes had already fixed upon him!

On his way back, Wang Yang noticed the mark left by Su Yue, and with a few flashes of his figure, he arrived in front of a rather concealed cave.

The mark disappeared at this location, and Wang Yang did not linger but stepped into the cave.

At the cave entrance, Su Yue sat cross-legged. As the sound of footsteps approached, she suddenly rose to her feet, relieved to see it was Wang Yang, and quickly stepped forward, asking, "Senior brother, how is everything?"

Wang Yang smiled and shook his head without explaining anything to Su Yue. Changing the subject, he asked, "Has Nie Xiaoqian resurrected yet?"

"Not yet."

Su Yue shook her head.

"I’ll go and see, keep watching here!"

Wang Yang frowned slightly. Based on the timing, Nie Xiaoqian should have been resurrected by now. It seemed that Ning Caichen’s Pure Yang Blood was overly depleted in the battle at the City God Temple, unable to support the completion of the magic art.

"Alright!"

Su Yue nodded, and Wang Yang touched her forehead, a smile appearing on his face, then with a flash, he moved deeper into the cave.

At that moment, Ning Caichen was sweating profusely, his face deathly pale, virtually devoid of any blood color, his five fingers shaped like a palm pressing on Nie Xiaoqian’s celestial spirit, blood flowing down from her celestial spot and pouring into Nie Xiaoqian’s body.

This was no ordinary blood, but the essence blood of Pure Yang Blood!

Essence Blood, containing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, was immensely taxing for Ning Caichen to produce even a single drop.

After all, no one could match Wang Yang, whose internal spiritual power surged like an ocean, infinite and unending.

As previously instructed by Wang Yang, Ning Caichen had applied the cremated remains over Nie Xiaoqian’s entire body and drenched them with Pure Yang Essence Blood. Using the Resurrection Art, this would aid Nie Xiaoqian in rebirth and resurrection.

But now the sole difficulty was the insufficient spiritual power within him, unable to gather enough Pure Yang Essence Blood to complete the magic art.

Upon seeing Wang Yang, Ning Caichen, as if clutching at a lifeline, could feel the vast ocean of spiritual power within him when Wang Yang stimulated his Pure Yang power.

Like the Yangtze River, endless and continuous!

"Ning Caichen dares to ask the young master for help!"

"As you wish!"

Wang Yang was already here to aid Ning Caichen, and upon hearing his words, he sat down cross-legged behind him, fingers shaped like a palm, pressing on his back, and in an instant, a massive wave of spiritual power burst forth, surging into Ning Caichen’s body!

In just the span of a breath, Ning Caichen’s complexion regained a trace of color, and with the support of Wang Yang’s spiritual power, the condensation of Pure Yang Essence Blood dramatically accelerated.

"Hmm!"

Nie Xiaoqian let out a soft murmur, still a Yin Soul Body, though the cremated remains helped maintain her Yin Soul state temporarily, resurrections required enduring immense pain.

To reshape her bloodline and regenerate her skeleton, she had to endure such pain, needing a strong will to support her.

"Xiao Qian, steady your spirit!"

Feeling Yue’s spirit fluctuating under the wash of Pure Yang Essence Blood, Ning Caichen hurriedly reminded her.

Nie Xiaoqian clenched her teeth, her body beginning to tremble as the power of the Pure Yang Essence Blood, powerful like a blazing Scorching Sun, scorched every inch of her skin and blood vessels.

But she knew she had to persevere.

"The bloodline has condensed, Cai Chen, form the seal!"

Wang Yang’s voice rang in Ning Caichen’s ear. Ning Caichen moved his palms from the celestial spot and suddenly started forming the seal gesture, fiercely combining them!

Once the Seal Gesture was complete, the Pure Yang Essence Blood within Nie Xiaoqian’s body suddenly ignited, streams of black Qi evaporating from her celestial spot, and simultaneously, her entire skeleton gradually solidified.

This black Qi was not Demonic Qi, but the deathly aura of the Yin Soul Body.

With the deathly aura eliminated, she could be resurrected.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, the deathly aura completely evaporated, and Nie Xiaoqian’s body had transformed from a Yin Soul Body into a fully solid human form.

Thump!

Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen both spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Yang stood up, first removing his outer garment to cover Nie Xiaoqian, then bit his fingertip and pressed it on Ning Caichen’s forehead.

A drop of essence blood entered him, blending into Ning Caichen’s body, a warm current spreading inside, replenishing the dwindling vitality.

"Yue’er, take out a set of your clothes from the bundle for Nie Xiaoqian to change into, and I’ll go out and get some game!"

Wang Yang told Su Yue, who was guarding the cave entrance, and then left the cave directly, Ning Caichen’s exhaustion having gone beyond the limit, and that drop of essence blood could only slowly recover, stabilizing his spirit.

To fully recover in a short time, he still needed some nourishment.

The surrounding mountains and dense forests were a very suitable environment for Demon Beasts to thrive. Wang Yang was prepared to test his luck, and if he could also pick some heaven and earth treasures along the way, that would be the best outcome.

Darting out of the cave, Wang Yang headed towards the east, but just after crossing a few patches of jungle, a clatter of horse hooves suddenly reached his ears, prompting him to abruptly stop.

With a stomp of his right foot, Wang Yang’s figure soared into the air, landing on the trunk of an ancient tree, body half-crouched, eyes gazing down.

Thump, thump, thump!

The ground trembled, and within moments, a squad of soldiers clad in black armor passed by, the troop size not large, only seven men, but very orderly, one following another.

The steeds under them were also clad in black armor, exactly like the soldiers’ armor, with a lifelike tiger head emblem carved on the upper left corner!