Invincible Little School Doctor-Chapter 1808: Spiritual Sacrifice Melody?

Upon hearing Liu Xianglan’s soft and gentle teasing, Ye Haochuan felt not joy, but rather a tinge of awkwardness.

"Whatever she calls it, let’s deal with this guy first!"

"Alright, once I deal with this guy, I’ll discuss with you what we didn’t finish last time, my dear husband!" Liu Xianglan said coyly.

"What didn’t finish last time?" Zhu Qingshuang pondered, uncertain about what her master needed to discuss with Ye Haochuan, but she had a gut feeling it wasn’t a simple topic.

Little did she know, Ye Haochuan was cursing inwardly.

The issue Liu Xianglan referred to was naturally about sharing a room. In such a scene though, who had the leisure to discuss this?

Thud thud~

A few calm notes from a zither soon resounded, seeming to pacify the entire battlefield.

The bond between Liu Xianglan and the Red Moon Ancient Zither was clearly profound. Otherwise, even after forgetting about her disciple, she wouldn’t have appeared just because of its connection.

However, the tune Liu Xianglan played at this moment did not resemble the clanging sound of a battle but instead sounded like a gentle serenade for a lover.

"Hmph, already dead, and you think you can still have significant strength? It’s suicide!" The purple-clothed cultivator scoffed, recognizing Liu Xianglan was merely in Soul Body form.

Despite the disdainful remark on his face, he didn’t step forward but instead summoned some nearby Evil Sect disciples to attack first.

These Evil Sect disciples initially thought they wouldn’t get a chance to act because of the purple-clothed cultivator. But with the emergence of a seemingly formidable opponent, though hesitant, they were called to strike.

However, as they outnumbered them and excluding those who besieged Yang Yi’s team, over ten more were still here. They attacked together, with various tactics unfolding one after another.

Liu Xianglan seemed to regain her composure as a powerful figure, remaining unperturbed and continued playing. The melody wound softly, touching the heart.

As the attacks approached, Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but sweat in his palm.

He wasn’t sure how formidable Liu Xianglan had been at her peak. But at this moment, her strength was clearly much weaker than before, and he wasn’t sure if she could withstand it.

Twang twang~

Liu Xianglan’s zither tune didn’t change, but her fingertips seemed to have more strength, and the melody became slightly crisper and more resolute.

However, this resolute sound spread like a torrent. The Evil Sect’s attacks were repelled, as if blocked by a furious current, and they couldn’t advance an inch.

The Evil Sect cultivators struggled to advance against the current. Yet from their gradually pale faces, it was evident how painful it was for them.

The melody reached its midpoint, akin to lovers suddenly facing a crisis, separated by mountains and rivers. Amidst the anguish, anger surged, and killing intent gradually rose in the tune.

Twang~

The Evil Sect’s attack tactics instantly dissipated like smoke. The Evil Sect members suffered backlash, and cries of agony echoed continually.

The purple-clothed cultivator’s brows furrowed intensely, clearly intimidated by Liu Xianglan’s offensive and wanted to turn and flee.

But he knew, if he ran now, he probably couldn’t escape the Evil Sect Master’s punishment even if he survived.

Since both advancing and retreating meant death, why not die amidst the attack, to die with more dignity.

Driven by this thought, the purple-clothed cultivator gradually stabilized his mind and charged forward with his blade.

Liu Xianglan’s brows slightly arched, and her zither sound quickened.

The purple-clothed cultivator’s powerful strike was thwarted by the water flow once more. Yet in this situation, his sensations differed from before. He clearly felt Liu Xianglan’s strength rapidly waning.

"Right, she’s just a Soul Body; she can’t last long!" A hint of joy surfaced in the purple-clothed cultivator’s eyes.

Now that Hellfire had merged with the Xuanming Sect, he had gained considerable knowledge about souls. A soul might be powerful using Soul Cultivation Techniques, but supporting regular Cultivation Techniques with a soul wasn’t easy.

Liu Xianglan evidently didn’t know Soul Cultivation Techniques, relying solely on the power of the Red Moon Ancient Zither to exert such strength.

"This is bad, Senior Liu is in danger!" Ye Haochuan also noticed Liu Xianglan’s situation, growing anxious.

Unfortunately, he was already running on empty and couldn’t recover in a short time.

But just then, he felt a surge of potent spiritual energy flooding into his body. Turning to look, he saw Zhu Qingshuang, having struggled to get up at some point, playing another ancient zither softly.

"Is this... the Spiritual Sacrifice Melody?" Ye Haochuan was familiar with this piece. Zhu Qingshuang had played it back in the Desolate Realm.

Ye Haochuan was moved. Now encircled by foes, Zhu Qingshuang was sacrificing all her spiritual energy to him, a gesture that disregarded her own life and death, wholly devoted to helping him regain his strength.

Of course, Ye Haochuan wouldn’t let her be in any danger, because now he had turned from a feeble cat into a fierce tiger once more.

Feeling his once-emptied Dantian replenished, the look of helplessness on Ye Haochuan’s face vanished in an instant, replaced by endless killing intent.

"Die for me!"

Ye Haochuan charged at the enemy with a halberd, his body launching like a rocket.

"Just the last gasp, and you dare to be arrogant?" The purple-clothed cultivator sneered disdainfully, confronting him without fear. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

At this moment, Ye Haochuan was drenched in blood and his breath was chaotic, evidently with damaged internal organs, appearing extremely battered.

Yet he underestimated Ye Haochuan’s determination and the toughness of his body.

Bang~

The two weapons clashed, and the attack of the purple-clothed cultivator shattered like paper.

"To be this strong despite being so gravely injured, how is it possible?"

Amidst the purple-clothed cultivator’s shock and confusion, the halberd came upon him, cleaving him completely in two.

At that moment, Yang Yi’s team also finally broke through the encirclement and surged out. But upon seeing Ye Haochuan still standing tall, Yang Yi’s brow furrowed intensely.

He had deliberately slowed down, just to give the Evil Sect people enough time to kill Ye Haochuan. Yet he couldn’t stay still entirely, after all, he was there to save Ye Haochuan, stopping altogether would’ve been too obvious.

Who would have thought, with his tortoise-like pace, Ye Haochuan would still be alive.

"This won’t do; I can’t let him leave here alive, this is my final chance!" Yang Yi quickly decided in his mind.

This was the last time he could kill Ye Haochuan without leaving any trace, and he couldn’t miss this opportunity.

As this thought arose, he felt driven by some external force, recklessly charging toward Ye Haochuan.

He could tell Ye Haochuan was now just an arrow at the end of its flight, whereas he was mightier than ever before, not even fearing a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator now.

This disparity allowed him to easily crush Ye Haochuan.

Seeing him charging in, Ye Haochuan’s brows furrowed slightly, his eyes glittering with killing intent.