Chapter 444: Chapter 445 It’s Time to Pick Up the Leftovers
 

“We have no other choice.”

Saint Child Huo Yun nodded and said, speaking the truth, he was genuinely fearful of the ancestor from Fire Qilin Cave; it was a kind of fear born from within his bloodline.

In the few interactions he had, he couldn’t tell if it was an illusion but he always felt that his own ancestor had some designs on him. Saint Child Huo Yuan felt the same way.

However, given the current situation, it seemed that aside from seeking aid from the Fire Qilin Cave, there was no better solution.

All four Saint Children of the Fire Qilin Cave were at the frontier; he believed the ancestor would not let them be annihilated.

Having said that, Saint Child Huo Yun’s Qilin Bloodline erupted, and an ancient and mysterious aura slowly spread out as he used the power of his bloodline to communicate with the Blood Pool of the Fire Qilin Cave.

“What is it?”

“During the Fire Qilin power struggle, do you know the punishment for unauthorized communication with the clan?”

An aged voice echoed in Saint Child Huo Yun’s mind, or rather, within his Primordial Spirit.

This was a special channel of communication through the power of the bloodline, only those with the pure Qilin Bloodline could use this ability.

“Ancestor, your disciple knows his wrongs. It truly was a last resort to seek help from Fire Qilin Cave. The current situation on the frontier battlefield is chaotic. Our cultivators from the Fire Qilin Cave could be crushed at any moment on this battlefield. I beseech the ancestor to save us this once for we are all cultivators of Fire Qilin Cave!”

Saint Child Huo Yun’s eyes showed an anxious look as he quickly relayed the situation on the first battlefield.

The aged voice fell silent. After a long while, it spoke faintly, “You mean to say, the Kingdom of Women’s King, Ling Xue’er, has moved the entire Cold Moon Palace to the battlefield and is now locked in a fight to the death with Mei Changqing?”

“It’s absolutely true, Ancestor. The two of them are clashing right above your disciple this moment!”

Worriedly, Saint Child Huo Yuan quickly spoke up, glancing at the fierce fluctuations in the void. The battle unfolding was far beyond his understanding; he wasn’t even qualified to look up at it.

“I am already aware of the situation. The Vice Leader from the Eastern Sea’s Aolai Country has already gone there. The elders from Central Province’s various clans will also go. I will arrive shortly. Remember, no matter what happens, as Saint Children of the Fire Qilin Cave, you represent the face of our Fire Qilin Cave. Even in death, you must die standing!”

The aged voice spoke slowly, its tone leaving no room for doubt.

“Understood, Ancestor. Your disciples will never shame Fire Qilin Cave!”

Saint Child Huo Yun said, nodding. His heart was filled with bitterness. The ancestor had been slumbering for far too long and had no understanding of the situation at the frontier. In the frontier, Fire Qilin Cave had no face at all.

He only hoped that his own ancestor could arrive quickly to end the turmoil.

The power of the bloodline faded; the communication ended.

“Saint Child, the Vice Leader from the Eastern Sea has come, we are saved.”

Wang Ba said with a sense of relief, not taking the face mentioned by the ancestor to heart. The so-called face was only something to be concerned about when one was in a position of absolute advantage. At present, it was uncertain whether they could even survive; to worry about face under such circumstances would not be a display of pride, but stupidity.

“Elder Wang, let’s hide well and quietly wait for reinforcements,” said Saint Child Huo Yun, also letting out a sigh of relief, shifting his body deeper to conceal his presence.

The Second Leader of the Aolai Country was like a deity, and her coming must be to quell the unrest at the frontier. With her presence, the situation could be controlled.

At this moment, any trace of pride they held was completely gone; they just hoped their own elders would swiftly come to take them away.

The battle in the void also reached its conclusion.

Ultimately, it was Mei Changqing’s Immortal Spirit Qi that held an absolute advantage. A palm strike landed on Ling Xue’er’s chest, muddling her flesh and blood, while the formidable force rampaged wildly, devastating her internal organs.

“Spurt!”

Ling Xue’er coughed up blood profusely, as the Cold Moon Palace in her brow lost control and flew out again. The light around the Frost Cicada Primordial Spirit suddenly dimmed, transforming into a streak of light that disappeared into her brow.

“Why do you have such an immense amount of Immortal Spirit Qi? This is almost equivalent to a small part of what is sent out every year. It definitely cannot be something you’ve seized. You must have other channels to acquire Immortal Spirit Qi!”

Ling Xue’er was both shocked and enraged. She had assumed that her opponent, like herself, had a limited supply of Immortal Spirit Qi and that she could regain the upper hand after depleting his for a moment.

But to her utter disbelief, the Immortal Spirit Qi within Mei Changqing’s body was so vast. She was certain it could not be the Immortal Spirit Qi distributed by the Upper Realm because nearly all of it had been taken by Elder Tianwu in the previous two occasions.

Even if a small amount had leaked out, it could not possibly be the vast quantity currently displayed.

Mei Changqing held a major secret—he had another channel to procure Immortal Spirit Qi!

“Women are always so clamorous, indulging in idle thoughts. The power I possess is naturally obtained by myself. Everyone who has invaded today must have prepared for death here!”

Mei Changqing’s face twisted ferociously, and with the sweep of his Primordial Spirit Power, he shattered the delicate, boneless body, her left shoulder cracking inch by inch into a pile of dust.

Seriously injured and with her Primordial Spirit Power damaged, Ling Xue’er fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut, unable to move, her vitality reduced to an extreme low.

“Heh, wouldn’t it be nicer to stay in Southern Ming? But you insisted on stirring trouble in the borderlands. Today, I’ll slay you here and hang your head high on the gates of Holy City as a warning to the world: the borderlands cannot be tarnished!”

Mei Changqing was engulfed in a torrent of killing intent. The battle had completely depleted the Immortal Spirit Qi bestowed upon him by that mysterious entity. In the future, he would have to trade to acquire more Immortal Spirit Qi.

All of this blame rested on the madwomen from the Kingdom of Women.

“First I’ll slaughter you, and then I’ll send a few other madwomen to accompany you on the road to the Yellow Springs Bridge. You won’t be lonely on your journey!”

Mei Changqing’s voice was chilling, his hands materializing stars, fists shaking mountains and rivers.

But at that moment, a small mound not too far away suddenly shifted. A shocking blade light burst from the earth, piercing the sky, and slashed fiercely at Mei Changqing.

“Attack now, Elder Tianwu, he’s out of Immortal Spirit Qi!”

From another nearby mound, a scruffy, unkempt old man clumsily emerged from the dirt, leaping three feet high, shouting excitedly.

“Charge, it’s time to swoop in for the loot!”

“Old Song, it’s our chance to pick up the pieces!”

Recognizing the two figures who had suddenly appeared, Mei Changqing’s heart burned with fury, and he roared in anger.

“When did you two get here!”

“You two senile fools think that, just because this madwoman has exhausted me, you have a chance?”

“One crippled, unable to use his cultivation, and the other with an arm severed, and still you delude yourselves with thoughts of suppressing me, the City Lord—it’s nothing but a fool’s dream!”