jdhmnovel Chapter 470 Lin Wan'er Saves the Day
Chapter 470 Lin Wan'er Saves the Day
Yun Chen pulled Zhao Xiruo along, and the two of them moved like two bolts of lightning through the chaotic battlefield, heading straight for the location in the center of the square where the energy was disordered and where the "Meteor Ruins" entrance was originally located.
Opening the Meteorite Ruins requires a massive amount of spiritual energy; others may not be able to do it, but they can.
After all… he possessed the Chaos Pearl, a treasure.
From the moment they entered the cultivation realm, the Chaos Pearl had been continuously and autonomously absorbing spiritual energy.
Several months have passed, and although he doesn't know exactly how much he has absorbed, he thinks it should be enough.
However, they had barely rushed out ten feet when a terrifying, suffocating pressure descended like a towering mountain!
"Youngster, you're looking for death!"
Lin Xuantong's icy voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. He abandoned his fight with Mu Bingyun, and with a flicker of his figure, he appeared in front of Yun Chen and Zhao Xiruo like a ghost.
He didn't even use any complicated spells; he simply raised his right hand, spread his fingers slightly, and pressed it down towards Yun Chen in mid-air.
His cultivation at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was now fully revealed.
The space itself seemed to freeze from this palm strike. Yun Chen felt as if he were bound by invisible shackles, making it incredibly difficult to even lift a finger.
A destructive force came from afar, and before it even reached his body, it made his chest feel tight and his throat taste sweet.
"Yun Chen!" Zhao Xiruo's face paled. She tried to step forward, but the terrifying pressure held her firmly in place.
"Roar!"
Yun Chen's eyes were bloodshot, his dragon bloodline roared wildly, and his crimson-gold spiritual power burned recklessly, trying to break through the confinement.
He crossed his arms to block, and the phantom of dragon scales flickered rapidly beneath his skin.
"boom--!"
An invisible palm force landed solidly on Yun Chen's crossed arms.
Click!
A clear cracking sound rang out.
Yun Chen was struck as if by a prehistoric beast, flying backward as the blood he spat out drew a dazzling arc in the air.
He crashed heavily onto the ground dozens of feet away, tumbling more than a dozen times before stopping. His arms were twisted and deformed, his chest was caved in, and his breath instantly became extremely weak.
"Yun Chen!" Zhao Xiruo cried out in heart-wrenching pain, struggling to rush over.
"Never mind me, go open the Meteorite Ruins. As long as we inject enough energy into it, we'll have a way to break the formation."
Upon seeing Zhao Xiruo, Yun Chen immediately shouted.
Although Yun Chen did not mention the Chaos Pearl, Zhao Xiruo immediately realized what it meant.
"it is good!"
After saying that, she ignored Yun Chen and rushed straight towards the entrance of the Meteorite Ruins.
"court death!"
Watching Zhao Xiruo leave, Lin Xuantong's eyes were cold. He didn't even look at Yun Chen lying on the ground, but turned to look at Zhao Xiruo.
He raised his hand again, his target pointing directly at Zhao Xiruo.
This attack will be absolutely unsurprising.
However, at this critical moment.
"Father, stop!"
A clear, urgent yet resolute voice rang out.
A slender white figure, like a moth drawn to a flame, suddenly rushed out from the side, spread her arms, and resolutely stood in front of Zhao Xiruo, as well as in front of Lin Xuantong's sure-kill attack.
It’s Lin Wan’er.
She appeared in the square at some unknown time, rushing over without regard for anything else. She wanted to push Zhao Xiruo away and block that deadly finger beam.
Her movements were too fast and too sudden; she ran right into the path of the finger beam.
Lin Xuantong had no idea that his daughter would appear at this moment, let alone that she would run straight into his attack.
His expression changed drastically, and he tried to withdraw his strength, but it was too late.
The finger beam, powerful enough to annihilate a Golden Core cultivator, deviated slightly due to his momentary panic and failed to directly strike Lin Wan'er's heart, but it still pierced through her upper left chest and passed right through her body.
"puff--!"
Lin Wan'er's delicate body trembled violently, and a tragically beautiful flower of blood bloomed on her chest.
Like a butterfly with broken wings, she fell helplessly from mid-air, her white dress instantly stained with blood.
"Wan'er!"
Lin Xuantong let out an incredulous roar, and in a flash, he appeared below Lin Wan'er who had fallen, catching her in his arms.
Looking at the shocking wound on his daughter's chest and feeling her life slipping away, the coldness and madness on his face were instantly replaced by immense panic.
"Why... why..."
He roared as he looked at Lin Wan'er.
Lin Wan'er lay in her father's arms, her face as pale as paper, her breath weak, each word accompanied by spitting out blood: "Father...stop...please...don't go on like this...turn back...and you'll find the right path..."
"Don't speak, Wan'er, hold on, Father will heal your wounds right away!"
Lin Xuantong frantically tried to transfer spiritual energy.
Despite his strictness towards Lin Wan'er, she is still his own daughter.
How could I possibly watch her die?
The reason they previously suspended her from her home was actually just an excuse; it was to prevent her from participating in the ranking matches and thus avoid getting involved.
Because once the altar is opened, there will be no survivors within its range, including those Japanese monks.
But to his utter surprise, she still secretly came.
"Father, don't go down the wrong path. It's not too late to stop now..."
Lin Wan'er turned her head with difficulty, her gaze fixed on Yun Chen, who was struggling to get up not far away.
"And Brother Yun, please let him go, he's my daughter's benefactor..."
"Wan'er...! How could you be so foolish?" Yun Chen was deeply moved as he watched this scene.
He looked at Lin Wan'er not far away with a sorrowful expression.
He was well aware of Lin Wan'er's feelings for him, but he only felt friendship towards her and had no other emotions.
Seeing her seriously injured now, it's impossible not to feel something in my heart.
"Brother Yun, I want to... I want to ask you a question."
Lin Wan'er looked at Yun Chen, forcing a smile onto her pale face.
"If...if there were no Sister Zhao, would you...would you like me?"
Lin Wan'er's voice was weak, tinged with blood, yet it reached Yun Chen's ears clearly.
Her pale face held a hint of hope, a hint of relief, and a touch of poignant beauty on the verge of fading away.
As Yun Chen looked into her eyes, which were gradually losing their luster but were still fixed on him, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and he felt so painful that he could not breathe.
He opened his mouth, blood oozing from the corner of his lips, his voice hoarse and strained: "Wan'er, you're a good girl, but... but I..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
"I see…"
The last glimmer of light in Lin Wan'er's eyes flickered slightly like a candle in the wind before being extinguished completely.
She looked at Yun Chen, trying hard to smile, but her smile only froze into a frozen arc filled with endless longing and regret.
His raised hand fell limply to the ground, and he breathed his last.