He secretly vowed in his heart: The kindness shown today, I, Chen Ping, will never forget for the rest of my life! The blood debt these demonic cultivators owe, sooner or later I will make them repay it double!
He did not know how long he had been running, but Chen Ping finally saw the outline of Cloud Mist Valley.
Clouds and mist swirled at the valley entrance, and faintly, traces of spatial fluctuations could be seen; that was the spatial prohibition technique Wu Hao had mentioned.
He felt a sense of relief in his heart, quickened his pace, and, carrying Wu Hao on his back, arrived at the valley entrance.
At that moment, the sounds of slaughter from behind suddenly stopped.
Chen Ping’s body stiffened; he slowly turned his head and saw that in the distant dense forest, the black demonic qi had dissipated, leaving only the corpses of more than a dozen beast clan cultivators lying on the ground.
The corpse of the bear clan’s leader was nailed to a large tree, a bone spear piercing his chest, yet his eyes were still wide open, as if glaring angrily at the demonic cultivators.
“Ah——!”
Chen Ping let out a suppressed roar, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins. He bowed deeply towards the direction of the beast clan cultivators’ corpses, his voice hoarse yet firm: “Brothers, rest assured, I will definitely avenge you! I will definitely drive the demonic cultivators completely out of the Sixth Heaven!”
Wu Hao seemed to sense Chen Ping’s emotions, slowly opened his eyes, and asked weakly: “Chen Ping… what’s wrong?”
Chen Ping wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, forcing himself to stay calm: “It’s nothing, we’ve arrived at Cloud Mist Valley. Hold on a bit longer, soon we can find people from the Medicine King Sect to treat your injuries.”
He supported Wu Hao and walked to the valley entrance.
Wu Hao struggled to extend his hand, formed complex hand seals, and muttered incantations under his breath.
As his incantation continued, the space at the valley entrance began to twist, and a transparent light screen slowly emerged. Chen Ping supported Wu Hao and stepped into the light screen step by step; behind them, the valley entrance gradually returned to normal, blocking all the sorrow and hatred outside.
The instant they entered Cloud Mist Valley, the scene before their eyes changed abruptly; birdsong and floral scents filled the air, medicinal fragrances wafted everywhere, completely different from the bloodshed and darkness outside.
But Chen Ping’s mood was so heavy he could hardly breathe; in his mind, the scenes of the beast clan cultivators dying in battle kept replaying, those vivid faces, those resolute gazes, all deeply imprinted in his heart.
He knew that from this moment on, the responsibility on his shoulders had grown heavier by another measure.
Not only to heal Wu Hao, to reclaim the sacrificial canon, to save the Sixth Heaven, but also to seek justice for those beast clan cultivators who sacrificed themselves to protect them.
“Demonic cultivators… Soul Devouring Venerable…”
Chen Ping murmured lowly, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He gripped the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand tightly; the blade trembled slightly, as if echoing the anger in his heart.
At that moment, several women dressed in white skirts hurried over; they carried medicine boxes in their hands, vigilance on their faces: “Who are you? How did you come to the Medicine King Sect?”
“We’ve come to seek medical treatment!”
Chen Ping hurriedly said, holding Wu Hao even tighter, “He is seriously injured and urgently needs treatment; please, ladies, make an exception for us!”
The women exchanged glances; one who appeared to be the leader stepped forward, carefully examined Wu Hao’s injuries, and frowned: “The injuries are so severe, and he’s afflicted with demonic qi corrosion… Come with us; the sect master is in the front hall, whether to save him or not depends on the sect master’s decision.”
Chen Ping quickly thanked them, carrying Wu Hao and following behind the women towards the front hall.
Along the way, he discovered that the entire Medicine King Sect consisted only of women; some were picking herbs, some were refining pills, some were teaching medical techniques, each with a focused expression on their faces, forming a stark contrast to the chaos outside.
Upon reaching the front hall door, the leading woman stopped and called inside: “Sect Master, two guests have come seeking medical treatment; one of them is seriously injured and afflicted with demonic qi corrosion.”
“Let them in.”
A mild and steady voice came from inside.
