Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 123 - 122: The Flame Brocade

"Senior Brother Fang! Scoundrel!! Demon Head!!!"

Seeing the two in front of her meet an unfortunate end, Immortal Luo could no longer restrain herself. Though her power hadn’t fully recovered and her body continued to bleed profusely, she forcefully flew out from the Treasure Light, slashing with a palm strike and sending the Blood Man who had just fallen to the ground flying, igniting him in flames.

"Die—!"

With her face glowing red, Immortal Luo roared, lunging forward, her five fingers turning into claws with Red Lotus Flames dancing on her fingertips, rushing to grab the motionless Blood Man on the ground, determined to crush him into dust!

Then, a sudden whistling of wind passed by her ear, and her throat was struck by a sword. Although she had the protection of the red silk, her head wasn’t severed, but the strike tore open a wound, causing Immortal Luo to bleed incessantly, the pain piercing her heart. She flipped her Flame Claw backwards, swiping through the air to unleash a fierce fiery wind!

But there was nothing there!

What was going on? Was someone hiding around?

Immortal Luo swept her Divine Sense around, glancing in every direction but saw no one attacking her. Suddenly, a flash of azure light caught her eye, and when she turned, the fallen Blood Man, feigning death, had already leaped up, thrusting a sword that pierced half an inch into Immortal Luo’s cheek, the sword energy slicing through her left eye.

"Ah—!"

Immortal Luo screamed in agony, wildly flailing her arm, sweeping the red silk across her chest, sending the Blood Man flying three meters through the air, spraying blood from his mouth, collapsing limp on the ground!

"Bastard! Scum! I’ll kill you!"

Pulling out the treasure sword embedded in her cheek, tearing half of her left eyeball out with it, the disfigured Immortal was enraged to madness!

She formed a secret gesture, a finger pointing out, the red silk surrounding her flying outward, instantly wrapping the Blood Man into a bloody cocoon, squeezing until blood streamed; she intended to crush him into minced meat!

"Whoosh—!"

Then a cold wind swept by her ear again, and despite her face covered in blood, Immortal Luo laughed maniacally,

"Playing such sinister dirty tricks again! Do you think I’ll fall for it again? Die—!"

"Whoosh—!"

The wind gusted again, and the sack that had missed earlier jumped towards Immortal Luo from her left, enveloping her head.

Then Zhen Baiyu swung an iron pot over, "DUANG!!" striking the back of Immortal Luo’s head, knocking her sideways to the ground.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!"

Zhen Baiyu hollered, with all her strength, operating the Gang Fist, swinging the iron pot, "DUANG! DUANG!" smashing it to the point where the pot’s base was dented, the sack crumbled, her limbs softened, and blood seeped from the sack before she released the pot, scrambling and crawling to the humanoid figure wrapped like a sticky rice dumpling, with blood oozing.

"Tie Dan! Tie Dan! Are you okay!"

Desperately, Zhen Baiyu tried to tear open the red silk, but could barely make it budge. In frustration, she bit her middle finger, drawing a Blood Curse on the red silk, cursing angrily,

"You damn thing! Your master has been killed by me! If you don’t let go, I’ll destroy your spirit too! Let’s see who ends up worse!"

The red silk was initially unwilling to let go, but the basket flew over, flashing light to persuade it, so the red silk had to concede, loosening to throw out Tie Dan, who was almost twisted into pounded meat, before gathering red light to envelop Immortal Luo’s body and fleeing into the sky.

The basket quickly approached, bobbing up and down in what seemed like nodding.

Zhen Baiyu, with no time to argue with it, formed a gesture, releasing the Blood Talisman attached to the basket.

The basket hurriedly expressed its gratitude and flew into the sky.

"Tie Dan!"

Again, Tie Dan had risked his life to save her, now reduced to a barely human condition; Zhen Baiyu’s heart ached uncontrollably, tears falling uncontrollably. But she knew it wasn’t the time for tears, quickly leaning down to transfer True Qi into Tie Dan’s mouth.

She felt the circulation of Essence Blood within him and a faint heartbeat; surprisingly, there was still a breath of life. Zhen Baiyu immediately carried Tie Dan on her back, struggling to run into the mountains, avoiding drawing more demons with the battle and Daoist energy in the surrounding area.

The ice qi in the sky, now uncontrolled, gradually dissipated, leaving a fine ice rain falling over the mountains.

Braving the drizzle, drenched to the bone, Zhen Baiyu shivered all over, running for a long time until she found a cave, rushing in to meet the eyes of a bear within. Her eyes shone with a bloody light,

"Scram!"

The bear whimpered, indicating it didn’t dare provoke her, and surrendered the cave with a whimper.

Zhen Baiyu laid Tie Dan in the bear’s nest, feeling his weak breath, unlike his usual rapid recovery, clearly severely injured, on the brink of death.

At this moment, she couldn’t care about Tie Dan’s insistence on no Dual Cultivation. She stripped and embraced him tightly, using the Secret Technique, taught by her mother, passed down in Ziwei Palace, to transfer the refined Dao Breath into Tie Dan, nurturing him like an infant, helping him regulate his Inner Breath, stabilize his internal injuries, completing Qi-circulation.

Steam-like True Breath exuded from her body, turning the cave into a warm Pill Furnace, the moist nurturing filled with True Breath, seeping across his body, nourishing and repairing his damaged, wounded body. Gradually, his breathing steadied, and his body temperature rose.

Exhausted, Baiyu had depleted her True Breath, tightly huddling with Tie Dan in the ice rain for warmth; Dao Body and Qi Veins intertwined, body temperature and breathing blending like the Qiankun fish, the Yin Yang carp, merging into one, combining as a single entity...

Then Chen Xuantian opened his eyes.

Ah, the familiar ceiling...

Then that sweet familiar female voice sounded,

"Welcome back, Chen Xuantian. Your genes have been reorganized, your body restored, current memory merging progress at nine percent."

"... Huh?"

Chen Xuantian couldn’t accept it.

Are you kidding me? How is it only two percent? Look at how many trials I overcame this time! How many Demon Heads, Flood Dragons, Monsters, and Mystic Sect members did I defeat! So many life-and-death moments, twice near death... Wait? Hmm? Oh! Damn it!

Suddenly a flash of inspiration, startled, Chen Xuantian sat up with a "thump," hitting the glass cabin.

"Please wait, now proceeding with physical rehabilitation, please inhale the LSL solution into your lungs."

Chen Xuantian reluctantly lay back, inhaling the blue solution covering his head into his lungs, breathing, breathing, breathing, gradually suppressing his racing heartbeat and chaotic thoughts, returning to a cold rationality.

Recalling the previous encounters carefully, a realization dawned on Chen Xuantian.

Oh, so that’s how it is! It turns out the progress of the merging is only when Tie Dan over there is close to death each time! That’s when I gain a point?

What a joke! He risked his life communicating with Tie Dan’s Primordial Spirit, simply wanting to avoid dying! And now he has to die another ninety-one times!!

Chen Xuantian truly felt exhausted and loveless.

"Rehabilitation complete. Thank you for your cooperation. The experiment flow is concluded. You are free to move now.

The next experiment schedule will be pushed according to the weather conditions, please check your school email, looking forward to cooperating with you again."

Listening to the program’s preset female voice, Chen Xuantian sighed, listlessly crawling out of the Virtual Cabin and heading out.

The laboratory doors opened, but this time, instead of medical drones, heavily armed soldiers in full tactical and hazmat suits appeared before Chen Xuantian.

Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes,

"Not again... can you guys give me a break... I just want to go to the canteen for a meal..."

They indicated a refusal.

"Cadet Chen Xuantian, your physical status is still unstable, please wait for medical tests to complete..."

Then a guard stepped forward to seize his arm, seemingly accustomed to such an action.

Chen Xuantian frowned, unhappily flinging his arm with force.

"Bang!"

The 1.8-meter-tall guard in full hazmat gear spun like a ragdoll, airborne like a cartoon character hit by a heavy truck, embedding into the wall, making a crisp snap of bone cracking, twitching and spewing blood embedded in the wall.

Luckily, the lab’s walls seemed to be energy-absorbing in design, or else he’d probably be a splatter on the floor...

"Clatter!"

Surrounded, the shocked guards all cocked their weapons simultaneously, training their rifles and sidearms on Chen Xuantian!

The fact they didn’t immediately pull the triggers for a full burst shows commendable training...

Chen Xuantian was stunned, looking at his hands, slowly formed a fist.

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No, no, it was something more explosive, overpowering, a more terrifying punch force...

Yes, it was the Turbo Technique...

Even though this world had no True Qi, no Immortals, no black technology.

But somehow, the Turbo Technique conceived by Xuantian, Tie Dan, and Kun found its way here.

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