Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 342 - 342 341 The Aged Body 15th Update

342: Chapter 341: The Aged Body (15th Update) 342: Chapter 341: The Aged Body (15th Update) Hellish black flags stifled the void, how could mere mortals escape a barrier set by Cultivators?

Not only Yang Shanshan’s family of three was fleeing, but many Martial Artists throughout the city were also trying to escape with their families.

However, all that awaited them was the ruthless slaughter of Demonic Cultivators!

“Little lady, where do you plan to go?”

A Demonic Cultivator, accompanied by several others, blocked their path and looked at Yang Shanshan mockingly, his voice chilling to the bone.

Such a scene whitened Yang Shanshan’s face with fear.

She fully sensed the power of the Cultivator before her.

Yet, in her arms was Sisi, and behind her was her mother-in-law.

No matter what, she would not allow her closest family to be harmed.

Whoosh!

A sword’s light screamed through the air, a desperate and fierce strike from Yang Shanshan, but her Cultivation was only at the Qi Refining Realm.

To the Cultivator before her, her attack was nothing but child’s play.

Bang!

A palm split the air.

Yang Shanshan’s chest showcased five bloody claw marks, and she spurted blood continually, flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

“Mother!”

“Shanshan!”

An elder and a child cried out in grief.

Sisi rushed to her mother’s side, shaking Yang Shanshan’s body vigorously, her childish wails filling the air.

“Hmph, mere ants.

Take them to the central square, waiting for the three masters to prepare the Blood Sacrifice Technique.”

The Demonic Cultivator snorted coldly, and a dozen Qi Refining level Cultivators quickly grabbed the family of three like chicks and, amidst Sisi’s childish cries, led them to the central square of Qingtian Town.

The same scene unfolded elsewhere in the town, with scores of mortals herded to the central square.

Three Demonic Cultivators sat cross-legged in the void above, indifferently overseeing the mortals below, their eyes flickering with a bloodthirsty and furious intent.

…

Disturbed by the earth-shattering shouts of conflict outside, Ye Xuan awoke from his sleep in the three-story private school.

Bang!

The door exploded, and several Qi Refining level Cultivators burst in.

Upon seeing Ye Xuan’s aged appearance on the bed, one Cultivator frowned and said, “Such a useless old man, his vitality has long been depleted.

Killing him directly would serve as little purpose in the Blood Sacrifice.”

The blade left its sheath, descending in a killing blow.

Ye Xuan’s eyes were unfocused, his brows deeply furrowed, yet his face did not reveal any hint of panic, as if the Cultivator before him posed no fear at all.

Whoosh!

The corpse decapitated, the blade’s light swept across, and suddenly a robust figure appeared in front of Ye Xuan.

The Cultivator transformed into a headless corpse, falling into a pool of blood.

“Hiss!”

This scene made the remaining Cultivators gasp in shock.

But before they could react, Li Han’er, with a fierce expression, swung her steel blade furiously, and within moments, she had slain several Cultivators of merely the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

“Uncle Ye, the Demonic Cultivation Sect plans to massacre Qingtian Town.

You and Han’er must leave this place immediately.”

After Li Han’er finished speaking, without waiting for Ye Xuan’s reaction, she promptly carried him on her back, leaped out of the window with her steel blade in hand, and fled desperately towards the outskirts of the town.

Boom!

Before Li Han’er had escaped a hundred meters, a terrifying palm strike descended upon them, sending his body flying and causing Ye Xuan’s aged body to roll on the snowy ground, drawing lines several meters long.

“Uncle Ye!”

Li Han’er’s mouth overflowed with blood, her voice was intensely sorrowful as she disregarded her own injuries and, like a crazed tiger, lunged towards the direction where Ye Xuan was.

In the snowy field.

Ye Xuan’s face was pale, with no apparent wounds on his body, but his breath was extremely weak, which brought substantial mist to Li Han’er’s tiger-like eyes.

“Uncle Ye, don’t die, please don’t die,” Li Han’er supported Ye Xuan’s body, her voice choked to the extreme, and tears ran down her cheeks.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the tear-stained face of Li Han’er before him, his eyes filled with confusion, and his heart deeply touched.

“Han’er, Uncle Ye is okay, don’t cry.”

“Ha!”

“It seems you are the Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator from Qingtian Town, too weak unfortunately.

But, your vigorous blood is perfect for the Blood Sacrifice Technique.”

A mocking laugh echoed as a young man dressed in a brocade robe sauntered over, looking towards Ye Xuan and Li Han’er with disdain.

“I will kill you!”

Li Han’er grasped the knife in her hand, the blade’s light whistling out.

Regrettably, he was merely at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, no match for the Golden Core cultivator before him.

Bang!

Li Han’er’s body flew back, several ribs broken.

The brocade-robed young man sneered incessantly, grabbed him in his hand without even glancing at Ye Xuan, the dying old man, and headed towards the central plaza of Qingtian Town with Li Han’er.

Clearly, Ye Xuan’s elderly body with dispersed vital essence inside was of no use to them.

Even dealing with such ants personally felt beneath the dignity of this Golden Core Stage cultivator.

At this moment!

Ye Xuan struggled to rise from the snow, his eyes clouded as he shakily pursued the brocade-robed young man, looking as if he might fall down into the snow at any moment, to disappear from this world.

Being held by the brocade-robed young man, a large amount of fresh blood spilled from Li Han’er’s mouth.

He looked back at the staggering figure of Ye Xuan and cried out agonizingly into the void.

“Uncle Ye, go, quickly go, don’t come for Han’er, you must live on well.”

The cold wind howled, frost engulfing Heaven and Earth, the brocade-robed young man carrying Li Han’er had already disappeared from sight, leaving only Ye Xuan trembling in the freezing wind!

Ye Xuan dazedly watched the direction where the brocade-robed young man disappeared, faintly hearing the cries of Li Han’er, his emotions undergoing indescribable changes.

Clouded eyes, an elderly body, a life close to its end, Ye Xuan forgot who he was, but he did not forget he was Ye Fan, Li Han’er’s uncle; and he could never forget the accumulated memories of the last seventy years.

“Han’er cannot die, Uncle Ye is coming to save you.”

Elderly and hoarse, breath as thin as a thread, Ye Xuan struggled forward in the snowy field, only to fall again after a short distance.

Desolate and helpless, old and alone, his aged body close to its end, was not enough to sustain him in the freezing snowy weather.

His arms trembled, supporting him from the snow.

The cold ice split the old hands of Ye Xuan, yet he still strongly rose from the snow, breaking off a tree branch to serve as a cane, walking alone in the storm.

The cold wind howled, Heaven and Earth mourning together, Ye Xuan’s steps were slow, yet he persisted forward, but in the drifting snowy world, his figure appeared desolate and helpless, evoking immense sorrow from anyone who saw.