Chapter 56: Water Merges, You Contain Me

  The power of the mudslide is unstoppable, surging across the platform at the source of the dragon's pulse, then leaping over a hundred feet of empty space, flowing straight into the depths of the earth. The waterfall on the dragon's pulse has been flying for years, and it's unknown how many tens of thousands of years have passed. Over time, an underground river naturally formed. At this moment, the mudslide is following the old path of the underground river, constantly moving forward.

  At last, the rumbling and shaking in the mountains gradually subsided, and finally returned to calm. The disaster caused by Yang Xiu's theft of the Yellow Emperor's dragon bone and destruction of the divine state's dragon vein seemed to have temporarily come to an end. The rock and soil stopped collapsing, and the rolling grey-black mud-rock flow that seemed to swallow everything also gradually lost its momentum and came to a stop.

  I don't know which section of the river of death this is. In the darkness, a faint blue light suddenly shines through from the mud-rock flow layer. The cold air spreads everywhere, freezing the mud-rock flow into a hard but fragile state. Faintly visible under the ice...

  Someone!?!

  “……Don’t die!” The icy, dead silence of the underground space was suddenly shattered by a furious roar. Between the rumbling echoes, a powerful fist burst forth from below, shattering the frozen earth and pointing stubbornly towards the sky. If someone had been watching, they would have been shocked to discover that this scene was no different from a volcanic eruption, except that what was erupting wasn’t scorching hot lava, but an equally intense will to survive.

  This fist belongs to Yang Zhao.

  With a loud roar of self-encouragement, he squeezed out the last bit of potential from his body and blasted through the frozen mudslide. Young Master Wang had also reached his limit. He put down his arms, panting heavily with fresh air that still carried a strong muddy smell, and his eyes were filled with joy at having narrowly escaped death. But to say that he was completely out of danger would be premature. After recovering some strength, Yang Zhao bent down to pick up the Yin-Yang Command first. Just now when he was trapped in the mudslide, it was precisely by relying on the Yin-Yang magnetic field generated by this pair of divine weapons that he managed to repel the surrounding mud and narrowly escape with his life. Otherwise, even if his martial arts skills were ten times stronger, he would have been crushed and ground into powder by the terrifying power of nature.

  Yang Zhao's rescue included not only Yang Zhao, but also a Fang Qinghui. When the mudslide came down, it coincidentally swept Jingyi and Xiao Wangye together. At that critical moment, Yang Zhao didn't have time to think about the complicated relationship between the two people who didn't know whether they were friends or foes, so he simply pulled her into the small space supported by the Yin-Yang Command. At this point, Yang Zhao bent down to pick up the divine soldier, and his gaze naturally fell on the sleeping beauty who was still unconscious again.

  After a moment of hesitation, the stubborn heart finally softened. Little King Wang sighed and muttered: "Alright, in front of Lingyun Cave, Miss Fan helped to resist those two beasts, so I owe you one. A life for a life, I'll save you from here, and from now on, we won't owe each other anything." He then walked over and carried Fan Qinghui on his back, using the yin-yang twin blades stuck in the frozen mud as ice axes to climb out of the deep pit and up onto the riverbank.

  After a series of intense battles and being trapped in the mudslide, fighting against the natural disaster, he was exhausted. He had consumed the Qilin blood and two True Yuan inner elixirs, and with the power of the Yin-Yang command, his dantian was now empty, unable to muster even half of his internal energy. Finally reaching a safe area, he was completely drained. His muscles felt like they were being pierced by thousands of red-hot needles, aching unbearably, making him want to die. In this state, he didn't have the energy to care about the fact that she was a beauty, so he didn't bother with gentle handling or other nonsense. He simply flung off the heavy burden on his back like a broken sack and sat down on the ground with a thud, sticking out his tongue and panting heavily.

  Luckily, the two banks of the underground river were both soft sandy soil, so even though it was a bit bumpy when they fell down, it wouldn't cause any harm. Otherwise, saving people would become killing people, and that would be a huge joke.

  Feng Qinghui felt dizzy from the shock, and slowly "mmm" groaned softly as she woke up from her daze. With the help of the weak light emitted by the yin-yang charm, she vaguely saw a man almost naked sitting next to her, and was suddenly startled. She subconsciously got up to move away.

  Unexpectedly, just after she had propped herself up two or three inches, she suddenly felt her limbs go soft and weak, unable to exert even half of her strength. As a result, "plop" - she fell back down again.

  Yang Zhao heard the noise and turned back to ask: "Awake? How are you feeling?"

  "This... this is..." Fang Qinghui strained to open his eyes wide, but still couldn't see anything. He trembled and said: "Are we all dead? Is this... the underworld?"

  "Pfft, stop spouting nonsense." Yang Zhao spat in disgust and said, "If you want to die, go ahead and do it yourself. I still want to live. This is just the underground river at the foot of Lingyun Mountain."

  "Just... an underground river..." Fang Qinghui sighed softly, and even she herself couldn't tell whether the sigh was one of relief or disappointment. For a moment, neither of them knew what to say, and the atmosphere was quite awkward. Fortunately, the light had always been dim enough, which saved them from a lot of trouble. Yang Zhao felt bored and stood up with difficulty, took a few steps, opened his stance, breathed in sync, and thought to himself: "As soon as I recover my strength, I'll find my own way out. Fang little sister can do whatever she wants, but I'm not going to keep her company."

  The true energy of the I Ching was stirring, and it began to flow along the familiar pathways of the meridians. Warm currents flowed through, and the muscle pain gradually subsided. Just as he was about to enter a state of complete relaxation, suddenly, without warning, his lower abdomen jumped violently. Immediately following, an intense heat and icy coldness burst forth simultaneously. In an instant, an unprecedented power surged through his body, causing Yang Zhao's body to expand outward like a balloon. His originally well-proportioned physique now resembled a round ball. The skin and muscles of his entire body could not withstand the pressure, and countless bloody wounds were torn open.

  The physical wound was nothing, but the two opposing forces of cold and heat were deadly. They burst into his meridians like two revived qilins, causing chaos and destruction. Wherever they passed, the blood vessels froze and melted, unable to withstand the force. The pain was beyond human endurance. Yang Zhao couldn't help but let out a blood-curdling scream, knowing that the two qilin inner elixirs he had swallowed were taking effect. Unfortunately, his own internal energy was depleted, making it impossible for him to control the runaway elixirs.

  If this continues, he will inevitably be blown to pieces and die. In a life-or-death situation, there is no time for hesitation. Yang Zhao slapped his palm heavily on his dantian. He would rather lose his powers and become a useless person than die now. Unexpectedly, the slap caused an extremely violent backlash in his dantian, almost shattering his arm bones as well.

  Just as one hand was shaken off, another hand pressed on immediately. Only to hear Yan Qinghui hastily saying in her ear, "Concentrate and guard the One, focus on absorbing and guiding... Ah!" The words had not yet finished when she was suddenly shaken off again by the majestic ice and fire energy like thunder. Without even considering the pain, she trembled with fear, saying: "I... my power how... how..." Her delicate body trembled, and she couldn't say anything more.

  Yang Zhao's body was like being cut by a thousand knives, but he couldn't help but smile wryly. He still hadn't forgotten what he had done before. Although at that time it was under the influence of the ferocious and evil nature contained in the Qilin blood, it could be said that he was not in control of himself. But the yin-yang seal that struck Tan Tian's dantian was indeed his own handiwork. At the time, he really hadn't thought that this one move would not only destroy the lifelong cultivation of Jingzhai's successor but also push himself into the Ghost Gate Pass.

  Wait, Yin Yang Command! That's right, there it is! A sudden flash of inspiration struck Yang Zhao's mind, and he hastily shouted with all his might: "Yin Yang... Command! Quickly take that... that pair... of divine weapons... take...!" Although the words were not finished, the meaning had already been clearly conveyed. Fang Qinghui gritted her teeth, picked up the pair of divine weapons, and with her last ounce of strength, slapped them straight at Yang Zhao's dantian.

  The divine soldier had just touched his skin, and suddenly the yin and yang double commands simultaneously burst forth in a magnificent display. Immediately following, the surging and overflowing cold and hot energies transmitted from the divine soldier, unexpectedly causing both of Fang Qing's hands to be firmly sucked onto it, unable to let go even if they wanted to. Strange and terrifying illusions instantly emerged in the minds of the two at the same time, and the ferocious beastly nature of the Ice Fire Qilin further suppressed their original rationality, making them feel so irritable and uncomfortable that they only wanted to crazily slaughter until the corpses piled up like mountains and the blood flowed like rivers before feeling relieved. The black and white energy spheres, however, immediately generated a Taiji shape from the divine soldier, enveloping both of them within it.

  The Qilin's blood contained the innate beastly nature of this desolate and strange creature, which was originally extremely difficult to control. Adding that Yang Zhao was greedy and over-ambitious, he actually swallowed both of the Qilin's true yuan inner elixirs in one go, thus inviting disaster upon himself. It is known that the ice-fire Qilin's inner elixir powers are mutually conflicting, if not for a shocking and extraordinary cultivation to suppress and dissolve them, it would be absolutely detrimental with no benefits. Yang Zhao's current state is the best example of this.

  The Yin Yang Commanders originated from the Eastern Emperor and the Western Queen Mother. The two great gods refined them with the intention of harmonizing the chaotic yin-yang energy at the beginning of heaven and earth. To collect and guide the two opposing violent forces was their specialty. Although the true yuan inner elixir power of the Ice Fire Qilin was fierce, it couldn't compare to the primordial energy of heaven and earth. At this point, the cold and hot energies were continuously circulating through the Yin Yang Twin Commands, first grinding away their sharp edges, then transforming into their own true yuan, naturally guiding and collecting them. This not only healed their internal and external injuries but also expanded their meridians and cultivated their foundation.

  The two true yuan inner elixirs of Binghuo Qilin originally had equivalent power and were evenly matched. However, Yang Zhao had drunk the blood of Qilin and was a man himself, so his physique leaned towards yang. Even with the Yin-Yang Command adjusting and harmonizing, there was always an uncoordinated feeling between him and the inner elixir of Bing Qilin. Fan Qinghui's dantian had suffered heavy damage, and her lifelong cultivation had turned into flowing water. At this time, she was empty and hollow inside, making it difficult for her to withstand the vigorous fire energy. The divine soldiers were highly sensitive and would naturally adjust once they detected any abnormalities in the energy circulation process. As the true yuan inner elixirs circulated, Fan Qinghui felt a gradual increase in cold energy and a decrease in fire energy, while Yang Zhao felt the exact opposite.

  It's unknown how much time had passed, but the black and white Taiji symbols gradually dimmed and finally dissipated slowly. The two people sitting cross-legged opened their eyes at the same time, and the true inner elixir of Binghuo Qilin had been thoroughly absorbed by them. Yang Zhao's eyes seemed to have a fierce fire burning inside, yet there was also a hint of blue intent; Fang Qinghui's autumnal water-like eyes sparkled with blue light, but deep down, they also contained red glow.

  In the world, all things are born from the harmony of yin and yang. The energy of the two inner elixirs of the Ice Fire Qilin has been balanced by the harmony of yin and yang, with 90% of the sun fire belonging to Yang Zhao, but also containing 50% of the power of the mysterious ice. Fang Qinghui's situation is no different. This coincides with the ultimate principle of the harmony of yin and yang in the world. The Ice Fire Qilin was originally a pair of companions, and after death, their spirits did not disperse, but attached themselves to the inner elixirs. Now, you have me in you, and I have you in me, like water merging with fire. In the invisible realm, a thread of fate that cannot be cut has been buried deep within the entangled hearts of these two people, like a tangled ball of yarn.

  It was just the existence of this red line that neither of them had yet to detect. Both were also perfectly fine, Yang Zhao stood up first and let out a sigh: "That was close. Luckily there's the Yin-Yang Order, otherwise today would have been the end of my life."

  "Yin Yang Command... So, the divine sword of Bai Yun's sister was also hidden in Lingyun Cave." Fang Qinghui, being familiar with Bai Yun, naturally knew some of the ins and outs. Recalling Bai Yun's behavior on Wuzhangyuan that day, she suddenly realized, "You risked coming to Shu for this pair of heavenly divine swords, didn't you?"

  "It was originally. But later I knew that my good uncle's stupid plan to harm others and not benefit himself, so I thought about coming over to make trouble for him too." Yang Zhao shrugged and continued: "I didn't expect that in the end he actually succeeded. Man plans but heaven decides."

  Feng Qinghui was silent for a while, then suddenly said coldly: "That night when Qinghui sent Mingyue away, you weren't injured at all, were you? Yang Zhao, how...how can you be so shameless?"

  Nothing much to say... En, will update at night from now on