Chapter 2021 Slapping on Face 1

Hearing the devastating news of his damaged Spiritual Root, Yan Wuji's eyes filled with despair. The weight of this realization was overwhelming, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of hopelessness.

"My spiritual root!" Yan Wuji cried out in agony, his pain echoing through the air.

The spiritual root held immense significance for martial artists as it formed the very foundation of their abilities. If one's spiritual root was damaged, even if their physical health was restored, they would lose the ability to cultivate and become a mere sh.e.l.l of their former selves.

Yan Wuji had lost his spiritual root, and the implications were grave. Not only would his life be reduced to insignificance, but the fate of the Yan Family hung in the balance. Over the past century, he had been the sole possessor of a heavenly spiritual root, and all the hopes of the Yan Family rested upon him. Consequently, the devastation he felt was magnified twofold. It was for this reason that his pain was so unbearable.

As Yan Wuji fell into the depths of despair, Gu Chaoyan, witnessing his suffering, felt utterly helpless.

Once more, she attempted to offer a solution. "Elder Brother Wuji, drink this. It can repair your spiritual root."

Yan Wuji, lost in his agony, initially paid no attention to her words. However, upon realizing her persistence, he cast a glance at Gu Chaoyan and the water she held in her hands.

Gu Chaoyan was a complete stranger to him. He had no inkling of who she was, nor did he possess the energy to delve into her ident.i.ty.

And yet

He found it hard to believe her claims, considering them to be nothing more than falsehoods told to console a child.

Repairing spiritual roots? Such a concept had never crossed Yan Wuji's path during his decades in the Shenyou Continent.

He knew what he had to do.

"Do not attempt to deceive me with trivial and mediocre remedies. If my spiritual root is truly damaged, then so be it. Return to my father and mother and inform them that they now have only one son. I would never jeopardize my life by pursuing a futile endeavor simply to mend a broken spiritual root," Yan Wuji uttered with a hollow voice. He had no intention of investigating Gu Chaoyan's motives any further, nor did he wish to waste any more time playing this futile game.

Gu Chaoyan pressed her forehead.

Yan Wuji remained remarkably composed, despite being one of the few individuals with a damaged spiritual root. His stubbornness, however, hindered any progress.

Refusing to drink any more, he stood firm in his decision.

"You'll know if I'm lying once you've taken a sip," Gu Chaoyan responded, her persuasive abilities lacking as she stood before Yan Wuji.

Helpless laughter escaped Yan Wuji's lips.

He disregarded Gu Chaoyan entirely, showing no intention of consuming the offered remedy.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Gu Chaoyan felt her annoyance rise.

The Family Head of the Yan Family, Yan Lin, along with his wife, had gone to confront the representatives from the Shenyou Dynasty. However, it was apparent that they couldn't hold them off for much longer. With Yan Wuji's current state, he would be unable to face the approaching threat, putting the Yan Family in grave danger.

Pondering over the dire circ.u.mstances

Gu Chaoyan pushed Yan Wuji down and forcefully poured the water into his mouth.

Yan Wuji's fury surged within him.

Though his talent might not have been extraordinary in the Shenyou Continent, due to his affiliation with the Yan Family, no one dared to treat him in such a manner, save for the royal family who had injured him.

He was on the verge of shouting at Gu Chaoyan

But then, something unexpected occurred.

A peculiar sensation coursed through his body.

His wounds appeared to be healing at an astonis.h.i.+ng rate, and his spiritual root seemed to be gradually repairing itself.

In disbelief, Yan Wuji turned to Gu Chaoyan, his eyes filled with astonishment.