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“Likewise.” Ming Er smiled gently.

"Waaah..." Fuxi Doll suddenly burst into tears, wiping away her tears with her chubby little hands, and staring at the two of them with great grievance, "You are all bad people, you only bully Youyou! Waaah... Brother and sister, Youyou is being bullied, won't you come to help Youyou?"

"Hehehehe...Here I am..."

"Hehehe...Here they come..."

A burst of laughter was heard, and then a group of red-clad dolls suddenly emerged from the darkness. There were eight of them, both boys and girls, all small and round, with curved eyebrows and red lips, and smiling faces. Each one was as lovable as the lucky dolls in New Year paintings.

"well……"

This time, Ming Er and Lan Qi sighed simultaneously, exchanged a glance, and then simultaneously used a skill that they had recently mastered to an even higher level—escape! In an instant, two figures, one purple and one green, flew backward and disappeared into the deep night in the blink of an eye.

You should know that one Fuxi doll is already difficult to deal with, and now there are eight more. The two of them are not invincible heroes with copper skin and iron bones. If they really fight, they will definitely suffer a loss. What's more, Lan Qi is suffering from the cold poison at the moment, and his power is greatly reduced. If they delay for a while, Zhe Xian and Bi Yao will be devoured by the Fuxi dolls!

Therefore, the most urgent task is to save your life; escaping is the best option!

This was the first real escape for the immortal and the jade demon since they entered the world of martial arts. As they fled, they thought that one day when the lucky doll was alone, they would definitely catch a skinned dumpling and see if they could make a bowl of immortality soup so that they could become real immortals (demons).

"Oh no, they ran away! They bullied Youyou and then ran away, boohoo... hurry and catch up with them."

"Hehe... Don't run away, play with us for a bit."

"Hehe... Let's play ghost hunting."

The laughter of the Fuxi dolls echoed from behind, following closely behind, no more than ten feet away.

Ming Er and Lan Qi pushed their lightness skills to the limit, truly moving at the speed of the wind. In the blink of an eye, they had already flown several miles. They saw that the light ahead was getting dimmer and the road beneath their feet was getting steeper and steeper, with tree branches sweeping across them from time to time.

When Lan Qi nearly got hit in the eye by a branch for the third time, she spoke up, her voice filled with suspicion, "Second Young Master, is this the good path you've led us to?"

“If you’re not as skilled as them, you don’t have to follow,” the Second Young Master Ming replied.

The Ming family's lightness skill is unparalleled in the martial arts world. No matter how hard Lan Qi tried, he still lagged behind Ming Er. It was as if Ming Er was leading the way and Lan Qi was following.

"Then may I ask which way the Second Young Master is headed?" Lan Qi swept a tree branch aside with a flick of his sleeve.

Ming Er remained silent.

"Could it be that you, this fake immortal, have lost your bearings and are running around aimlessly?" Lan Qi guessed.

Ming Er remained silent.

"Damn fake immortal!" Lan Qi growled in disbelief.

"This can be considered a tactic of military strategy, 'deceiving the enemy'," the second young master argued. This Dongming Island isn't their home; who knows where it is? Since they're just fleeing, running aimlessly will make it unpredictable for the enemy—isn't that perfect?

"Young Master Ming is indeed formidable," Lan Qi sneered. "He can not only 'confuse the enemy' but also 'confuse himself'... Hiss..."

Hearing a very soft inhale, Ming Er turned around. In the shadows, Lan Qi's face stood out starkly, as white as ice. He sighed inwardly, reached out, and grasped the cold hand. He channeled his inner energy into it and said softly, "If you die here, half of what we did before will be ruined. It's not worth it."

"Hmph." Lan Qi snorted, "I knew you fake immortal had no good intentions."

“Heh…” Ming Er chuckled lightly, “Likewise.”

"Hey brothers, where are you? Come out quickly, Youyou likes you."

"Hehe...Come out quickly, let's play together."

The laughter of the Fuxi dolls behind me grew closer and closer.

"Hurry up!" The two hurriedly ran, leaving the dense tall trees behind one by one. They leaped and bounded, soaring and skimming, not knowing how long or how far they had run, only knowing that the laughter behind them never stopped. Even with their skill, they were panting heavily and exhausted.

"We need to find a way to get rid of them, otherwise if we keep running like this, we'll either be killed or exhausted to death," Lan Qi said.

"Yes..." Ming Er had just begun to speak when he suddenly lost his footing and began to sink. The two men's hands, which were clasped together, instantly tightened. At the same moment, Lan Qi reflexively reached out with his right hand and managed to grab a tree branch, stopping them from falling together. But the next "crack!" made their scalps tingle and they both broke out in a cold sweat.

The two remained motionless for a moment, only breathing a sigh of relief when they heard no more snapping sounds. Although their lives were temporarily out of danger, Lan Qi was half-hanging off the tree by Ming Er, while Ming Er was completely suspended in mid-air. Below them lay a dark, chilly expanse, perhaps some hidden valley, cave, or precipice. At this moment, Ming Er dared not tug at Lan Qi, fearing the branch would snap. Since he couldn't gain any leverage, the Second Young Master couldn't jump up. Lan Qi, gripping the branch, knew how fragile it was and dared not exert any force rashly.

The two remained frozen in place, looking at each other.

"In typical legendary stories, when faced with this situation, don't men always righteously tell women to let go?" Lan Qi looked at Ming Er's hand, which was tightly gripping hers, with a puzzled expression.

“Wrong,” the second young master rejected her. “In the stories, women always hold onto men’s hands tightly and cry out that they must never let go.”

"No," Lan Qi disagreed. "It should be that the man cut off his own hand and fell into the bottomless abyss to save the woman's life."

“No.” How could the second young master agree? “In the story, even if a woman’s bones are broken, she will not let go. Even if the man falls off a cliff after exhausting all his strength, the woman will jump to follow him.”

"Forget about the story. Tell me which one we are." Lan Qi smiled at Ming Er. If you ignored her pale face, bluish lips, and beads of sweat on her forehead, you would believe that her smile was still incomparably beautiful.

“We…” Ming Er’s hazy eyes looked up at the person above.

"Hehe... I've found the most handsome older brother!"

Before Ming Er could reply, the Fu happy dolls had already arrived.

"Haha, I've caught a handsome older brother, he's mine now."

Ming Er and Lan Qi dared not move at this moment. Unknown dangers lay below, and a powerful enemy loomed behind them; their predicament was truly unbearable. Just then, a "crack!" rang out…

In that instant, their eyes met, and their souls seemed to resonate with each other.

There's no need to choose; fate has already made its decision. Since that's how it is, what difference does it make whether you let go or not?

His body slid down.

A faint smile appeared in both of their eyes at the same time.

Is this how the banished immortal and the jade demon ended up?

But whether in a desolate wasteland or a hellish inferno, with this person by your side, whether you are together or fighting, you will no longer feel lonely and desolate.

"Hehe, Youyou's going to grab the handsome older brother first!"

A flash of white light streaked across the sky, followed by a sharp "thud!" The sound of a blade piercing flesh filled the air. A short knife pierced Lan Qi's right palm, embedding itself deeply into the mud beneath, with only the hilt protruding. It held her firmly in place. Blood gushed out, soaking her entire hand. Lan Qi's pupils contracted, but she didn't utter a sound. Veins bulged on her forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. She gritted her teeth and exerted force with her left hand, shouting, "Come on up!"

Ming Er felt his sliding body suddenly stop. He saw Lan Qi's face covered in sweat and blood trickling from the corner of his lips. He immediately knew that Lan Qi must be injured. Then, he felt a force coming from his clasped wrists. Without time to think, he used his strength to leap up, his body flying into the air. He flipped in mid-air and landed lightly.

"Hehe, Youyou has not only caught the most handsome brother, but also the fairy brother!" Laughter filled the air, and a red shadow flashed before their eyes. Nine lucky dolls had surrounded them, all looking at them with beaming smiles.

Ming Er looked at Lan Qi, his gaze involuntarily narrowing.

A knife hilt was stuck in a pool of blood, with a few pale spots peeking out from the crimson blood—the back of a hand that hadn't been completely submerged. Beside the pool of blood lay Lan Qi, slowly getting up. His face was completely bloodless, a dull, pale white, with only his pair of emerald eyes still shining like stars.

So his entire palm was pierced through...? Ming Er shifted his gaze to the Fuxi dolls laughing around them, his usually composed expression turning slightly colder.

"Oh dear, handsome brother, so you've been poisoned by Brother Qu's 'Mysterious Yin Cold Poison'. You should go back with Youyou then."

"Yes, yes, come back with us! We'll play with you!" the Fuxi dolls clapped their hands and shouted in unison.

Lan Qi stretched out his left hand and drew his short knife, and immediately another spurt of blood shot out from his right palm.

"Oh dear, you're bleeding so much, handsome brother, does it hurt?" Youyou looked at Lan Qi with a lot of heartache. "If I had known, I would have cut off your hand, brother, then it wouldn't hurt anymore, right?"

"Hehe...it wouldn't hurt as much to cut off the neck," another Fuxi doll suggested.

"Yes, yes, cutting off the neck is more fun." The Fuxi dolls echoed, moving their feet closer.

Ming Er took a step, and instantly, the Fuxi dolls felt as if something invisible was blocking their feet, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy, so they dared not move.

Lan Qi tore off a piece of her sleeve and tightly bound it to her hand. Then she slowly raised her head, looked at the Fuxi dolls in front of her, and smiled gently.

That smile was like a sudden heavy snowfall in early spring, freezing all life with a cold desolation!

"Hehe... I have never been forced into such a sorry state since I left my sect." Lan Qi stood up from the ground with a light and casual remark.

At this moment, her purple robes were tattered and stained with mud and blood, her hair disheveled and askew. Furthermore, she was suffering from a severe injury to her right palm due to the cold poison, her face was deathly pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips. She appeared extremely disheveled and vulnerable, yet her pair of emerald eyes shone with an unprecedentedly intense and dazzling demonic killing intent, radiating an overwhelming and terrifying aura. This gave her an extremely sharp and powerful presence, like a demonic sword that had been buried for millennia and suddenly burst forth, invincible and capable of destroying anything. Wherever it went, it was unstoppable; anyone who dared to touch its edge would perish!

Upon seeing Lan Qi like this, the playful Fuxi dolls felt a chill run down their spines, their smiles fading and replaced by a cold and ruthless expression.

"Second Young Master, since we met, it seems we've always been evenly matched." Lan Qi, however, appeared extremely relaxed and at ease, reaching into his robes with his left hand and pulling out two pills.

Ming Er watched her swallow the two pills, his long eyebrows furrowing slightly, but he replied, "Seventh Young Master's martial arts and wisdom are something I have always admired." It was a typical polite remark from Young Master Ming Er.

"Hehe..." Lan Qi chuckled, raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips, and turned to look at Ming Er with a smile, "Let's have another match today, whoever kills more people wins, how about it?"

Ming Erkong's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at her. Her right hand, soaked in blood, hung limply at her side, still dripping blood. Her face was shockingly pale, her lips were as red as if painted with cinnabar because of the bloodstains, and her long, loose hair cascaded down her shoulders like a black spring, with a few strands occasionally brushing against her eyebrows in the wind. Her emerald eyes shone brightly behind her hair.

In the night wind, that figure seemed so fragile, as if it could shatter at the slightest blow, yet so powerful, as if it could destroy the heavens and the earth.

Kongmeng's eyes slowly moved to the Fuxi dolls that were cute just a moment ago but are now terrifying. The second young master of the Ming family, who loved perfection and had a cleanliness disorder, sighed softly: "Blood, it's very smelly and dirty."

"Hahaha……"

On a cold winter night, on an unnamed, desolate mountain, the wicked laughter of Bi Yao echoed, mingling with the faint sigh of the banished immortal, as a merciless slaughter unfolded.

25. A Faint Pain in My Dreams (Part 1)

Many years later, Yuwen Luo, who had seen and commented on countless thrilling and wonderful duels between martial arts masters, still regretted not being able to witness the duel between the immortal Ming Huayan, the demon Lan Canyin, and the "Yunmen Jiuyou" of Dongming Island.

Because he had personally experienced the martial arts of the Nine Netherworlds, and each of them was superior to his father, Yuwen Lindong—the head of one of the six great martial arts families, a renowned master whose martial arts were among the best in the dynasty! Even the number one martial artist, Mingkong, would have been powerless to turn the tide against the combined attack of nine such masters. Yet those two—Ming Huayan and Lan Canyin—not only survived, but also…they killed all nine masters!

Just how high a level of martial arts skill would be required to achieve this? That was the question that haunted Yuwen Luo throughout his life.

Just how terrifying were Ming Huayan and Lan Canyin's true martial arts skills? This was a question that plagued the martial arts world of the imperial dynasty for generations.

Yuwen Luo regretted not being able to witness it for the rest of his life, but if he had actually been there that night, he would have lived in a nightmare for the rest of his life!

If Yun Wuyai had known the outcome, he would never have sent his most valued "Yunmen Jiuyou". But he did not know at the time, and there was no way to undo it!

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were shining, but the cold wind was like a knife.

That night, the desolate mountains and barren hills became the battlefield.

That night, eleven people fought to the death here.

Even a general who has led thousands of troops across the battlefield would say that this battlefield of eleven people is more terrifying than the battlefield of clashing swords, flying yellow sand, terrifying war drums, and mountains of corpses!

That was not just a battlefield, it was a battlefield of demons and monsters!

The Fuxi doll has transformed into the devil in hell, and the red ribbon in its hand is the snake's letter and the devil's soul-snatching blade!

Lan Qi waved her jade fan, revealing the Forgotten Flower blooming on the other shore, exquisitely beautiful, leading you to the Yellow Springs!

Ming Er was unarmed, yet every finger and every nail on his hands was sharper than any divine weapon in the world!

The ultimate martial arts of the Eastern Sea.

The Sword of No Return.

The successor of the Pear Mound.

That night, everything unfolded on that desolate mountain!