The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 80 - 23: Heaven’s Chosen One

"Quick, take advantage of this moment! Shangwu Spirit Guard, trigger the Blood River!" a cultivator urged, even offering his sword to Shangwu, "We cultivators possess kind hearts. Successfully exorcising demons today, receiving the legacy of great power, naturally we’ll honor you, light incense for your soul to rest in peace."

"Yes, Shangwu Spirit Guard, didn’t you say before you’d give us a helping hand? Now hurry and act."

"You’re talking nonsense!" Jie Wenzhan stood in front of Shangwu, cursing loudly, "Where’s your shame? Calling yourselves cultivators? Aren’t you afraid of ruining your own mindset? Can’t exorcise demons yourselves? Why sacrifice others for your own sake? Shameless! Despicable!"

Shangwu stood behind Jie Wenzhan, watching his upright silhouette, her expression slightly changed, a glint appeared in her eyes.

The two cultivators were being scolded like this for the first time. Enraged, as they were about to retort, the night demon roared, nearly breaking free. The two cultivators were startled, subconsciously stepping back half a step.

Meanwhile, Jie Wenzhan, struggling with the night demon in great pain, shouted, "Ye Chenfeng! If you don’t come now, I can’t hold on much longer!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Chenfeng’s robe hem flashed before Jie Wenzhan’s eyes. He raised his hand to take over the trapping array from Jie Wenzhan and pushed Shangwu into Jie Wenzhan’s arms, "Don’t let her die."

Ye Chenfeng tightened the trapping array, embedding the Immortal Sword infused with Divine Sense directly into the array. Then, a man was tossed behind Ye Chenfeng as if discarding trash, while holding a black phantom in his hand, he strode across the Netherworld Bridge.

Jie Wenzhan called out to Ye Chenfeng but received no response.

On the other side of the Netherworld Bridge, Ye Chenfeng’s figure had already disappeared.

On the Netherworld Bridge now, Shangwu, who was already severely injured, was facing a grim situation as the night demon recklessly unleashed demonic aura, completely eroding Shangwu’s body. Her feet began to become slightly transparent, and in half an incense stick’s time, she might truly vanish from this place.

The two cultivators who were just on the bridge were now out of sight, leaving only Jie Wenzhan and Shangwu. Yet Jie Wenzhan hadn’t noticed this.

The man tossed by Ye Chenfeng had also gradually awakened, his mask on the left side had been shattered, revealing a half-mutilated face. His soul and shadow had been forcibly separated by Ye Chenfeng, now the night demon was not even like a normal person, he could only crawl, unable to stand.

The night demon anxiously raised his hand to cover his left face, while the other arm and leg struggled to move towards Shangwu, "Shangwu, what’s wrong? Shangwu, you can’t die, I love you so much. You can’t be harmed."

Driven away with a kick by Jie Wenzhan, the night demon crawled again, kicked again by Jie Wenzhan, eventually blocked by a barrier between them.

Jie Wenzhan continuously infused spiritual power into Shangwu, trying to envelop her primordial pill, but found there was no primordial pill to be found in Shangwu’s body.

Shangwu, somewhat exhausted, leaned against Jie Wenzhan’s chest. Seeing her unable to stand stably, Jie Wenzhan just sat down, holding her in his arms. Although knowing there wasn’t much hope, Jie Wenzhan chose to smile and comfort Shangwu, "It’s okay, it’ll be fine. When my senior brother returns, we’ll join forces to rebuild your primordial pill. We definitely won’t let you die."

Shangwu weakly shook her head, smiled, "How can I not die? I’ve been holding on too long, I’m tired, you all came to liberate me, my only mission in this place is to sacrifice myself to help destined ones open the Blood River, cross the Netherworld Bridge. A thousand years is too long, I’ve been lonely here for a thousand years, it’s enough, it’s already enough." She coughed twice, eyes filled with tears, "However, I feel fortunate to die in your arms."

Jie Wenzhan’s expression darkened. He knew there wasn’t much time left for Shangwu. He also knew the truth as Shangwu said, her mission was indeed to sacrifice herself. Perhaps Shangwu was just a consciousness of great power, or perhaps Shangwu wasn’t even conscious. But at this moment, in this situation, Jie Wenzhan couldn’t bear it in his heart.