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"Your Highness!" Wu Cheng and Yang Huai were shocked. They quickly put away their weapons and took a few steps forward to help him up.
Yuwen Ke waved them away and staggered forward alone.
The excruciating pain churning through my body—does this mean time is almost up?
Qingyan, I will not allow you to leave me, never, even if it means clipping your wings.
soon...
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"Are you really going to do this?" Zhenhe looked at Yuwen Ke, her brows furrowed.
Yuwen Ke pursed his lips, his face was pale, and he kept his left hand over his chest, ignoring Zhenhe's question.
"I must remind you that the monster residing in your body is extremely powerful. If you intend to use your imperial blood as a catalyst to seal it, you will pay a heavy price." Zhenhe's expression was very solemn.
"Do I have any other choice?" Yuwen Ke sneered.
Zhenhe immediately replied, "Of course, I've said it several times..."
"Drink the talisman water, so he can never return to my body?" Yuwen Ke interrupted, waving his hand in extreme frustration. "Impossible. If that's the case, he'll definitely take her away immediately. If he wants to take her away, can you stop him?"
His intense gaze fell on Zhenhe's face, his tone icy cold, "Can you do it? Be the number one Celestial Master in the world?"
A faint blush appeared on Zhenhe's icy face, which had remained unchanged for a thousand years. She admitted, "No. Although this demon's demonic power is damaged, he still has extremely high cultivation. If he were to leave his body, Zhenhe would definitely not be a match for him."
"What else is there to say?" Yuwen Ke was about to say something when a rumble of thunder rolled across the sky, a sudden gust of wind blew open the tent curtains, and the candlelight immediately went out, plunging everything into darkness.
Chapter 276: Heavenly Tribulation
Qingyan, who was pacing anxiously in the tent, was startled by a sudden rumble of thunder overhead, which extinguished the candlelight. She screamed in terror.
Jin San rushed in, "Boss, what's wrong?"
A flash of lightning illuminated Qingyan's terrified face.
"Boss, are you afraid of lightning?" Jin San hesitated, then suddenly remembered that his boss was also a woman.
"What are you afraid of!" Qingyan blurted out in her anxiety, frantically asking, "What time is it now?"
Time? Jin San paused, then realized what he meant and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, right. Chief, when we went to spy on Zhenhe's camp at night, wasn't it almost dawn? We went during the darkest part of the night before sunrise. Come to think of it, so much time has passed, it should be broad daylight by now, so why does it seem like it's getting darker and darker? It's like, like it's already deep into the night again. How strange!"
He murmured as he lifted the tent flap, staring in horror at the dark, oppressive sky overhead that seemed to press down on him.
It was late autumn; the weather shouldn't have been so stormy, like a midsummer thunderstorm. Even in midsummer, there should at least be a faint glimmer of light on the horizon. But today, the sky looked like a ferocious monster, sucking away all the light from the heavens and earth. Only streaks of lightning, like the monster's fangs and claws, occasionally and fiercely tore through the darkness.
Jin San also sensed something ominous. He turned around and saw that Qing Yan had gone mad. She was sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, her expression one of utter horror, her face pale and translucent.
"Chief?!" He was shocked and rushed over to support her. He felt that Qingyan was as cold as ice and her whole body was trembling slightly. She had always been playful and clever, and she would laugh even about the most serious matters. This was the first time she had shown such a state in front of him. Jin San couldn't help but panic, "Chief, Chief, what's wrong with you?"
"Heavenly tribulation...it's a heavenly tribulation..." Qingyan's lips moved, her voice instantly becoming hoarse and almost inaudible, "It's actually a heavenly tribulation..."
Heavenly Tribulation? What's that?
Kim Jong-un was bewildered.
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On the plain, Zhenhe tilted her head slightly, looking at the most terrifying changes in the world with awe. Even though she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but change color.
On the ground to one side, Yuwen Ke could no longer suppress the excruciating pain churning within his body, and his entire body curled up in a ball. The grass on the ground had long been destroyed by his chaotic energy, leaving not a single blade of grass, and the dusty ground was covered with clumps of blood oozing from his mouth and nose.
Chapter 277: Luxury
Zhenhe picked up a talisman, looked at Yuwen Ke on the ground, his hand trembling slightly. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but throw the talisman away. He quickly walked to Yuwen Ke's side, squatted down, grabbed Yuwen Ke by the collar, and roared angrily, "Yuwen, look at yourself now! What do you look like? Is it worth it? As the crown prince of a country, you've wandered for over ten years, risking your life on the edge of a knife, diligently learning your skills, determined to revitalize the nation. You've finally reached this point, the court is gradually stabilizing, everything is gradually under your control, and Tianxing is becoming the strongest nation, poised to dominate the world. For so many years, you've had lofty ambitions, for so many years you've been fearless of death, all for what? Now, just for that girl, you've disregarded everything? You don't even care about your life?"
"Besides, that girl doesn't care about you at all. No matter how much you do for her, she will only blame and hate you. She will never fall in love with you. You're just throwing your charm at a blind man. It's pathetic and laughable!" He became angrier as he spoke, using extremely sharp and vicious words.
My friendship with Yuwen began in childhood. Two young children, with the same intelligence, the same resilient nature, and the same extraordinary background—one a crown prince, the other a survivor of a massacred family of celestial masters—were both fleeing, being hunted, equally disheveled and on the verge of death, their bright eyes meeting in a dilapidated temple. In a fleeting moment of eye contact and shock, a strange and tragic spirit of shared hatred for the enemy arose within them. Without words, they understood each other, joined forces to overcome numerous obstacles, and finally survived their desperate situation.
More than a decade has passed since then, a period of life and death that feels like half a lifetime of vicissitudes. How many true friends can one have in a lifetime? Especially for people like them, so deep and somber, so inherently suspicious, trust is such a luxury, and friendship even more so!
He would never allow the person he cared about to take such a risk for a dangerous girl of unknown origin and with a treacherous mind!
He angrily shoved Yuwen to the ground, grabbed a talisman from the ground, and tried to destroy it.
"He..." Yuwen Ke's voice was hoarse and weak, yet it carried such deep sorrow, "For people like us, you know how precious love is, don't you?"
Zhenhe didn't want to listen, but the voice stubbornly penetrated his ears. His body trembled, his hands gradually stiffened, and he had no strength left.
Yuwen Ke gasped for breath after uttering those words, and it took him a long time to speak again, "He, help me, keep her..." He couldn't bear any possibility of her leaving. Born in danger, raised in crisis, his life half-shadowed, his personality deep and complex, he would keep the one he loved dearly at all costs, even if it meant... death...
Chapter 278: Peerless Demonic Shadow
The winds and clouds shifted, and turbulent currents surged between heaven and earth. Bolts of lightning, like raging monsters, brutally tore everything apart. The atmosphere churned and churned, and thunder rumbled, like the heavy footsteps of a monstrous beast.
All the unusual signs are converging on one point.
The world was shrouded in darkness, except for the field outside Gushan City, which was illuminated as brightly as day by the incessant lightning, revealing every detail.
In the lightning flash, a figure dressed in black and wearing a black hat moved frantically, running back and forth, performing a strange ancient ritual. Another person sat cross-legged on the ground, face resolute, eyes tightly closed, clothes covered in talismans. He swayed precariously in the gale, tossed and battered like a small boat, seemingly about to shatter at any moment.
Thunder and lightning swirled in the air, growing ever more concentrated, like the snarling of a monster, scrutinizing and waiting for its prey to show signs of fatigue, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
Zhenhe was drenched in sweat, his face was as white as paper, and there was blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Every demon must undergo a heavenly tribulation. This is their Celestial Master family's trump card for subduing extremely powerful demons. However, to trigger the heavenly tribulation prematurely, one must pay an equal price. In their family, many predecessors perished because they could not withstand the backlash from prematurely triggering the heavenly tribulation.