*Huhu*---

Red snow was roiling in the air, and all that was left in his ears was the sound of the wind whirring...

Purple sleeves fluttered in the wind as their owner lay on the ground, pierced by three swords. His soul had dissipated, but his eyes were still bright and focused, staring straight at the girl with a bamboo hat, who was lying on the ground in front of him.

In the game plot, Zi Tiancheng was the penultimate Boss in the ***Dragon House*** dungeon. To deal with him, players formed groups to find new strategies, and he once had the strategic teams blocked for a whole half a month.

He wasn't a Ghost cultivator like Wu Yue or a Toxic Parasite cultivator like Zuo Min and had no obvious weaknesses. It's just that the numerical value was extremely high and the fault tolerance rate was extremely low. Therefore, the requirements for strategic equipment, coordination, and command in all aspects were the highest among the five BOSS-es.

Ye Anping gasped three times, gradually loosened his grip on the sword, and looked around.

The streets were littered with broken limbs, and the corpses of Immortal cultivators lay everywhere. It seemed that there were at least twenty guards assisting in the battle just now, but none of them survived Zi Tiancheng's hands.

"Sigh--"

Ye Anping closed his eyes and kept a moment of silence for these mansion guards. He then walked over to Feng Yu Die, knelt down, and touched the place where she seemed to be injured.

Feng Yu Die sucked in a sharp breath in pain.

"Hiss--"

Xiao Tian angrily flew toward Ye Anping, pointed at his nose, and cursed him. *"Hey, kid!! Is this what you said that Yu Die could handle? This demonic cultivator was so strong that even the Holy Emperor's Dragon Body couldn't handle it. How could you just let her deal with it alone?! Do you know how dangerous it was just now? If you had come a little later, she would have died!"*

Ye Anping understood this. He wasn't confident that this incident could be resolved without injuries either, and the situation right now had indeed been quite dangerous.

However, the results far exceeded his expectations.

Before this, he anticipated in his mind-- after Feng Yu Die killed Zi Tiancheng, how many wounds would she have?

Since Feng Yu Die still had Li Feng to deal with later, one to four wounds fell within the scope.

Anyway, four was the maximum. If there were more, then only he, his sister, and Liang Zhu would be able to deal with Li Feng. That would simply cut their winning rate in half.

Fortunately, Feng Yu Die only had one wound on her body, which was already a blessing in disguise.

"..."

After scolding Ye Anping, Xiao Tian changed her style, put her hands on her hips, and raised her head. *"You, kid, I won't forgive you! Unless... you make it up to Yu Die. After she recovers from her injuries, you have to take good care of her, you understand?! Hmph~"*

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Ye Anping had no words for this. After checking Feng Yu Die's wound, he reached out to help her. "Fortunately, you have no bones or meridians injured."

"I deliberately avoided the vital parts!"

Feng Yu Die glanced at him, then took his hand, using his strength to stand up. She looked at Zi Tiancheng, who was kneeling with his head bowed, then glared at Ye Anping with resentment. "Hiss-- didn't you say that he was easy to deal with? This is what you call easy?!"

"I never said he was easy to deal with." Ye Anping shrugged, with a slight smile in his eyes, and explained, "I said you can deal with him, and you indeed met my expectations and lasted until we arrived."

However, Feng Yu Die was not satisfied with his words and complained. "Hmph! If it had been just a quarter of an hour later, my neck would have been slit by that dude!!"

"..."

Ye Anping immediately guessed what she wanted. He shook his head, raised his hand, and brought over Zi Tiancheng's storage bag and the purple longsword that had fallen next to him.

He held the sword backward and shoved it in Feng Yu Die's face. "You take this sword, and I take the storage bag, okay?"

"Hmm..." Feng Yu Die glanced at the spirit sword in his hand, then turned her head away. "Hmph!!"

Ye Anping didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had such a big sword wound on her left shoulder, but she still had the energy to bargain with him.

Normally, he would argue within reason and bargain with her.

But she had at least 90% of the credit for killing Zi Tiancheng this time.

If she hadn't consumed so much of Zi Tiancheng's spiritual energy, he and his sister would have been injured more or less in the fight.

So, for the sake of his sister not being injured...

"Okay, I'll only take 50,000 spirit stones, and the rest is yours."

"Hmm..." Feng Yu Die pondered and asked, "How many spirit stones are there?"

Ye Anping weighed Zi Tiancheng's storage bag. "Quite a lot. There should also be some demonic cultivator pills. You can exchange them for more spirit stones when you take it back to the ***Black Star*** Sect and hand it over."

Hearing these words, Feng Yu Die's angry face brightened up with a smile. "Hehe~ It's a deal!"

Only Xiao Tian, who was floating on the side, looked depressed.

What could be said?

When you are young, you don't know the value of love, but in your old age, you will gaze in the distance and cry for it in vain.

If things went on like this, her Yu Die would never have the chance to get close to Ye Anping.

The two were getting further and further away from the wedding day and gradually moved closer to becoming sworn 'brothers'.

*"Hey-- my lovely Yu Die, when will you grow up?"*

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Feng Yu Die glanced at Xiao Tian with a strange look but didn't say anything. She was already used to Xiao Tian trying to push her toward Ye An Ping, but with all due respect, it was impossible.

--*I am deeply devoted to Sister Pei!* Feng Yu Die said in her heart.

After Ye Anping took his share of the spirit stones and gave the storage bag and spiritual sword to Feng Yu Die, she asked, "Young Master Ye, what are we going to do now?"

"We're going to help Liang Zhu. He should be dancing at Wu Chengzhou's place right now."

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"Dancing? What do you mean?"

"Exactly that."

Ye Anping pushed down his bamboo hat, glanced at the red lotus in the sky, then reached out to help Feng Yu Die straighten her crooked bamboo hat and looked at her wound. "Can you run?"

"Of course!" Feng Yu Die patted her chest and said, "The bleeding has stopped. I recovered very quickly. It only hurts a little now."

However, she had just taken a step forward when suddenly, her face turned white, her legs limp, and she fell forward.

Ye Anping stretched out his hand to hold her and then looked at the pool of blood on the ground. Feng Yu Die had the blood of the Holy Emperor, and the injury healed very quickly, but the blood that was shed and the spiritual energy that was used up could not be recovered that quickly.

This should be anemia.

"I'll carry you on my back. You have a good rest, meanwhile. We'll have to deal with Li later..."

*Boom*--

Ye Anping hadn't even finished his words when suddenly there was a loud bang next to him, frost and cold spread in all directions, a bloody mist exploded, and a mass of blood splashed directly onto Feng Yu Die's body.

Feng Yu Die froze, then raised her hand to wipe the blood and internal organ pieces on her face and turned her head towards Zi Tiancheng's corpse. What she saw was that Zi Tiancheng, who was originally intact, was now left with only a pair of legs kneeling on the ground, and the upper half of his body had been blown to pieces.

The initiator of all of this was Pei Lianxue, who now exuded an icy blue aura and was covered in frost and snow.

"Gulp--"

Feng Yu Die swallowed her saliva. Although Sister Pei was so cool and dashing now, she was also a bit scary.

Ye Anping was also shocked, and it took him a while to ask. "Sister?"

Seeing Ye Anping's gaze, Pei Lianxue put her sword away, pursed her lips, and replied, "Husband, you taught me to give the final blow... didn't you?"

"..."

Ye Anping was speechless. Zi Tiancheng was a Sword cultivator, and he didn't have as many messy ways of avoiding death as Poison and Ghost cultivators, but it was still a good habit to obliterate him.

Although...

Ye Anping looked at the blown-up Zi Tiancheng and sighed. "Sister, don't just blow up people's bodies when you finish the last attack. Some cultivators' bones and blood are highly poisonous. Cremation with fire talismans is the best. High temperature sterilizes and kills viruses and poisons."

"Okay..." Pei Lianxue pursed her lips. "Husband, let me carry her on my back."

Feng Yu Die quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Sister Pei! As expected, you treat me the best."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Anping's gaze turned fierce as if he wanted to kill someone.

Seeing this, Feng Yu Die quickly whispered, "... Young Master Ye, I... I am a wounded person."

Ye Anping didn't have time to mess around with this girl. Liang Zhu was the highest priority now. "Never mind, sister, carry her on your shoulder, and let's go."

"Yes..."

Feng Yu Die shrank her neck. "Carry...?"