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Chapter 70:
After a moment, either the demonic cultivators had died or fled, leaving corpses scattered everywhere. Soon, under the counting of the Holy Heaven and Earth Sect disciples, detailed reports came out.
"Reporting to the elders, we have lost 35 Attaining Profound Realm disciples, and six injured disciples in this battle. We've eliminated over 7,900 demonic cultivators, including 50 in the Divine Gathering Profound Realm. The rest were in the Condensing Profound Realm, and the Consolidated Profound Realm."
As thirteen sect elders listened to the disciples' report inside the Great Sect Hall, their faces were filled with regret.
"It's a pity about the 35 disciples of our sect. Our disciples are all top talents; it's truly unfortunate."
In the elders' hearts, the 7,900 demonic cultivators were nothing more than ants, not worthy of even mentioning. But those 35 sect disciples were their cherished ones.
"Reward the injured disciples with three months' pay and cultivation resources. Make sure the sacrificed disciples are buried, and take care of their families in the mortal world."
"All disciples who participated will get rewarded based on how many demonic cultivators they killed."
Elder Qitian sighed, his face filled with pain. The disciples immediately acknowledged their orders.
Elder Han added, "By the way, have the Holy Son and Holy Maiden returned safely?"
The disciples quickly responded, "Reporting to Elder Han, the Holy Maiden is handling matters at the foot of the mountain and is safe and sound. Please rest assured, elders."
"What about the Holy Son?" Elder Han frowned.
"Well..." The disciples hesitated for a moment, then said, "Reporting to Elder Han, the Holy Maiden said that after the Holy Son and the self-proclaimed Demon Lord left, he hadn't returned..."
The elders exchanged glances, and all showed worried expressions.
"Quick, order all the disciples to search for the Holy Son's whereabouts!"
"Yes!"
The disciples quickly complied and were about to head out. But suddenly, cheers erupted outside the hall.
"The Holy Son has returned!"
Everyone hurried out of the hall to look outside. They saw the Holy Son, supported by Elder Qian Ying, flying from a distance. Xu Ze's face looked pale from severe injuries.
The elders were shocked and rushed toward him.
"Holy Son, what happened to you?"
"Quickly, send the Holy Son to the rear, and I will heal the Holy Son's wounds.
Looking at the worried expressions of the elders.
Xu Ze weakly waved his hand.
"I..."
He wanted to say something, but the intense pain in his chest made him gasp for breath.
Although Gu Ling didn't kill him, her attack was indeed heavy...
In great anger, Elder Qi Tian exclaimed, "This is outrageous! Demon, how dare they harm our holy land's Holy Son!" He looked at Xu Ze's weak state. "Wait for me to eradicate the Demon Abyss and avenge the Holy Son!"
"Grand Elder, please don't act rashly." Xu Ze hurriedly stopped Qi Tian and weakly shook his head. "I have arranged this matter myself. Grand Elder, you don't need to worry..."
After saying that, Xu Ze seemed to have used up all his strength. His vision went black, and he collapsed.
The crowd was shocked and quickly supported Xu Ze, sending him to the holy palace.
Three days later.
The small town at the foot of the holy mountain was quickly rebuilt. The mortals returned to the town, and everything returned to peace. However, at this moment, the Holy Heaven and Earth land was filled with hostility toward the Demon Abyss.
"These mere demonic cultivators dares to cause trouble in our sect! Outrageous, absolutely outrageous!"
"We must crush the entire Demon Abyss and exterminate the demonic cultivators. We have an obligation!"
"Next year, when I go down the mountain for training, I'll kill every demonic cultivator I see, without hesitation!"
The Holy Heaven and Earth Sect disciples were filled with righteous ire. Everyone was filled with a strong desire to attack demonic cultivators.
Meanwhile, inside the Holy Fire Palace.
Ye Fan was wrapped in thick bandages, sitting cross-legged in his disciple's room. After using the Blood Demon Blade technique too many times, Ye Fan not only suffered severe internal injuries but also had burst blood vessels all over his body. Though not fatal, he needed to rest and recuperate for a while.
In this battle, Ye Fan felt quite helpless. He truly realized the gap between himself and the experts of the Divine Profound Realm.
"I thought that with my talent, I was considered a top genius in this realm. But there are always people better than me, and I should not be complacent just because I'm a transmigrator."
Ye Fan took a deep breath, tears rolling in his eyes. He felt frustrated.
"The Holy Son is seriously injured, and the Holy Heaven and Earth Sect has sacrificed 35 disciples, yet I have achieved nothing. I can only rely on the Holy Maiden and others to save..."
Damn it.
He punched the wall fiercely, feeling increasingly painful in his heart.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the Hundred Flowers Festival mission]
[Mission rating: Grade B, awarding one Golden Gift Package.]
[Please continue to work hard, host...]
The system's reward announcement didn't register in Ye Fan's ears. He looked at the ground, his fists clenched.
[May I ask the host for instructions?]
"I want to change... Are there any missions that can make me stronger?"
[Training Mission. After meeting the cultivation requirements, the host can become stronger in a short period]
[But training missions do not come with system rewards and are extremely difficult, with a risk of death at any time]
[Is the host sure to accept the training mission?]
"..."
Ye Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes determined. "I once vowed to become the Holy Son's right-hand man. And now, I see the gap between myself and true experts. You can't grow in a greenhouse. I want to hone myself! I want to become stronger!"
[Ding!]
[The host has initiated the training mission!]
[Please prepare yourself, host...]
…
Meanwhile, in the Holy Fire Palace.
In the bedroom.
Xu Ze leaned against his head on the bed, his eyes slightly closed.
Lin Yuer held a bowl of medicine, looking at Xu Ze carefully.
After it cooled down, she gently fed Xu Ze the medicine spoon by spoon.
"Is the Holy Son still troubled?" Seeing Xu Ze's furrowed brows, Lin Yuer asked softly.
Slowly opening his eyes, Xu Ze looked at the girl caring for him with concern and smiled, reaching out to pinch Lin Yuer's cheek.
Lin Yuer's pretty face blushed slightly, feeling a bit shy, and she lowered her head.
"I am troubled... If all the women in the world could be as considerate and gentle as you, Yuer, wouldn't that be wonderful?" Xu Ze said with a bitter smile.
Lin Yuer felt shy in her heart but soon felt that Xu Ze's words seemed a bit off.
"What do you mean! Isn't it enough for the Holy Son to have Yuer by his side?!" Lin Yuer frowned and glared at Xu Ze with dissatisfaction.
"Eh... It's not like that..." Xu Ze shifted his gaze, avoiding direct eye contact, feeling guilty.
"Hmph! You fickle radish!"
Lin Yuer gritted her teeth, forcefully putting the spoon into Xu Ze's mouth.
"Ah! Hot, hot, hot!"
"Bear with it!"
"Ah, it poked my throat... Yuer, you're torturing the wounded!"
-To be continued!
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