Luo Jiaoyang couldn’t believe their luck. They had just arrived to see Chaoyang City eliminated by Xincao City, and now they could easily eliminate Xincao City, which was trapped in the sea of Yuan power.
“I’m starving. These bastards kept targeting us, even our abundant Yuan power isn’t enough,” Fan Yao grumbled, starting to devour the surrounding Yuan power.
This method couldn’t fully convert others’ Yuan power into their own, with much wasted, but it was better than nothing. They were exhausted.
Ji Bozai ignored them, stepping on his flying sword to pull Ming Yi out of the shell.
“Why did you suddenly—”
“Quick, win!” She grabbed his hand, her eyes blazing, “Win this match quickly, then come with me!”
“…”
He had never seen such an intense look in her eyes before, gazing up at him, her eyes filled with his reflection.
Ji Bozai’s heart skipped a beat. He looked away uncomfortably, “Understood.”
Ming Yi took the artifacts from their hands, leading them away while swiftly repairing the items.
“This technique is too skillful,” the masters in the main seats once again looked at She Tianlin in unison.
She Tianlin chuckled, “Talent emerges in every generation. This lad has good aptitude.”
“Aptitude alone, without proper teaching, couldn’t achieve this level,” Zuo Ping stared at him intently, “Master She, have you taken on another disciple?”
“What do you take me for?” Tianlin became serious, slamming the table and pointing to the sky, “I’ve sworn that in this lifetime, I’ll only take Ming Xian as my disciple!”
How wonderful it would be to have taken on another. Look at that repair technique, identical to his own.
The other masters held back their words, swallowing their frustration, and continued watching.
While other artifact makers needed a quiet environment to repair high-grade artifacts for half a day, she manipulated the soft iron in a few moves, forging it with Yuan power to make it as good as new.
The Muxing City team, originally out of resources, now seemed revived, their fighting spirit renewed.
“This won’t do,” Zhueyue City’s people watched from the shadows, discussing quietly, “Let’s take out their artifact maker first. That maker is already injured, easier to deal with than the others.”
Everyone agreed, so in the next encounter, they prioritized attacking the artifact maker.
But who could explain why Ji Bozai, who usually just helped block attacks on others, became like a demon when they targeted the artifact maker? Not only did he block attacks, but he also counterattacked so fiercely it seemed he wanted to kill the attacker, his Yuan power surging overwhelmingly.
Fortunately, Zhueyue City’s team leader was quick enough to knock out and eliminate their teammate, or they couldn’t have withstood that attack.
“Has he realized the importance of the artifact maker?” Fan Yao muttered happily.
Chu He shook his head, “Perhaps it’s simply because it’s Miss Ming.”
Nonsense, what kind of place was this? How could anyone care about romance at such a crucial moment? Fan Yao didn’t believe it.
The next moment, Ji Bozai carried Ming Yi on his back, saying coldly, “I hate scars the most. You’re bound to scar if you keep straining yourself like this.”
Ming Yi was too preoccupied to respond, only observing their surroundings. He continued, “Fine, we’ll see if there are any spiritual herbs we can use when we get back.”
Fan Yao: “…”
They had just been injured, covered in cuts, yet he never mentioned finding spiritual herbs for them.
Shameless!
However, with Ming Yi, not only could they use their artifacts, but their morale also improved significantly. They fought their way through, successfully reaching the moonlight in the Netherworld.
Cangxue City was quite aloof, not attacking them even as they approached the moonlight. Zhueyue City had a few survivors, but seeing Ji Bozai’s “whoever comes dies, we’re in a hurry to leave” attitude, they decided to conserve their strength and watch them leave the Netherworld.
The originally one-sided situation had unexpectedly reversed. Ming Yi, standing in the moonlight, wasn’t idle either. Before the two cities could change their minds, she set up trap artifacts all around the moonlit area, from the ground to the sky, densely layered.
The silver soft iron gleamed coldly in the moonlight, with green poison needles faintly visible among them.
Bo Yuankui in the main seats couldn’t help but turn to She Tianlin, saying, “These were all your masterpieces back then.”
She Tianlin stroked his black and white hair and laughed, “Ah, is that so? Haha.”
What’s there to laugh about? What’s the meaning of secretly training an artifact maker for Muxing City? Didn’t you say you would only serve Chaoyang City and wouldn’t accept disciples from other cities?
The masters were all furious, but since he wouldn’t admit it, they had no choice but to wait for the time to be up and for Muxing City to claim victory and leave the Netherworld.
“Muxing City is indeed formidable this year,” Zuo Ping sneered, “Next time if their artifact maker isn’t late, I’m afraid the rest of us won’t stand a chance.”
“Yes, with Ji Bozai… huh? Where is Lord Ji?”
It was the sarcastic moment after the competition, and when everyone looked up, they saw that the Muxing City team had vanished without a trace, leaving only Qin Shangwu smiling at them, “They just said they needed to use the restroom and have been holding it until now. It must have been tough. Please wait a moment, let’s continue watching the remaining teams, haha.”
What’s there to laugh about? There’s only Zhueyue City left and the non-competitive Cangxue City, what’s there to see?
Everyone was fuming, but with She Tianlin on one side and Qin Shangwu on the other, both grinning stupidly and pretending to know nothing, they could do nothing.
Ji Bozai carried Ming Yi on his flying sword, rushing back while asking, “Who was that person to you?”
“I don’t know, but they might be very important.” Knowing they had already wasted too much time, Ming Yi’s eyes darkened, her lips tightly pressed, her fingers clutching his clothes.
Sensing her emotions, Ji Bozai lowered his eyes, “Don’t worry. As long as they’re not completely dead, there’s always a way to save them.”
Even if he had to forcibly reconstruct their meridians and hearts with Yuan power, he could keep them alive until Yan Xiao arrived.
However, when they returned to the courtyard, there was nothing left, not even footprints.
Ming Yi searched inside and out, her eyes suddenly brightening, “There’s no blood.”
Ji Bozai said, “Chaoyang City’s people are meticulous. They might have changed locations to kill him.”
Ming Yi: “…”
Chu He nudged Ji Bozai’s arm, gritting his teeth, “You’re usually so good at comforting ladies, what kind of talk is this?”
Ji Bozai irritably brushed him off, helping Ming Yi sit down in a chair. He took out some medicine and said to her, “If he’s important to you, then as long as you’re alive, his life has value to be preserved. Can’t you understand even this much?”
People like them were alive because they had value, and some people lived because they had value to them.
Ming Yi smiled bitterly, suddenly grasping his hand.