Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 446 - 198: Celestial Venerable Youxuan (Part 3)
Fan Wubing took the incense, nodded, and said, "Thank you, Celestial Venerable Youxuan."
Xue Ya smiled slightly, "You’re welcome."
Fan Wubing held the incense and left.
Xue Ya gazed at his back, pondering slightly, "Doesn’t seem like a Demon Cultivator. As for the rootless energy, I’ll find another chance to test it." Then she showed a subtle smile, "A child lacking motherly love and fearing something would probably prefer a mature, reliable, gentle, and intelligent big sister type."
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Fan Wubing soon encountered the second person who had just entered the deep canopy.
It was a young man. This young man had the aura of that girl Cheng Xinjun, likely companions.
He lit a Qiba Jiu Shi incense and placed it beside the young man.
The burning smoke entered the young man’s nostrils.
Before long, he woke up. As soon as the dream ended, he lost Da Chun’s protection and fell. Fan Wubing supported him with a waft of energy.
Yi Qin held his head, steadied himself, his eyes somewhat bewildered,
"What’s going on, where is this? Wasn’t I presiding over the Human Dao Assembly at White Jade Capital?"
The Human Dao Assembly, held once every thousand years, was traditionally convened by the leading figures of the Daoist School.
Fan Wubing: "..." This kid sure dares to dream!
"Who are you?" Yi Qin asked.
Fan Wubing gave a brief explanation.
Yi Qin’s pupils trembled, and he became desolate and confused, "So it was merely a dream of mirage..." He looked around at the other floating "Immortals," most of whom were already dead, even reduced to bones, yet their souls lingered in dreams.
He suddenly perked up, "At least I’m fortunate to awaken." He earnestly cupped his fists and bowed, "Thank you, predecessor, for your assistance! I am Yi Qin, a disciple of Dust Heart Sect in the Tianya Profound Realm at Changsheng Continent. I will remember this kindness for life; if you ever need anything, just ask."
Fan Wubing nodded, thinking to himself, a good temperament, quickly regaining composure, truly a Trial Taker.
"Is Cheng Xinjun from Immortal Lang Sect related to you?"
Yi Qin replied, "Xinjun is my childhood sweetheart."
Fan Wubing then said, "She too is trapped in the long-life dream, in that direction, about seventy miles from here. She should be awake by now; you can go find her."
Yi Qin said earnestly, "Thank you, predecessor, for the information. Since she is safe, I will not go to her. Each must walk their own path in the Dao trial."
Fan Wubing, who was adept at analysis, noticed the young man had a girl’s scented sachet hanging from his waist, presumably given by Cheng Xinjun.
But this young man was single-heartedly dedicated to the Dao, a tough path for his childhood sweetheart’s feelings.
Fan Wubing thought for a moment and smiled, "A Celestial Venerable from Wangxian Pavilion is by Cheng Xinjun’s side. Perhaps they can offer some guidance." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Yi Qin immediately responded, "That would be Xinjun’s fortune, unrelated to me."
Good lad!
A heart so steadfast on the Great Dao.
After parting with Yi Qin, Fan Wubing continued onward.
About two hundred miles later, the canopy grew denser, and the floating Immortals became fewer, and most had turned to bones. However, the light of the Purple Mansion still flickered between their brows, indicating their souls were still alive, immersed in the long-life dream.
Fan Wubing once thought, if one died while dreaming, would the dream be considered the next reincarnation?
Seeing this scene now, he realized that death was just death, and a dream was just a dream.
No matter how real the dream, it was still a dream.
"Give her back to me!" Suddenly, Fan Wubing heard an angry shout.
Immediately after, a powerful surge of life force erupted ahead, with myriad vines intertwining, forming sharp spikes.
A short-haired woman descended from above, those spikes shot at her from all directions, piercing her body.
She was pierced by hundreds and thousands of vine spikes, suspended in midair, surrounded by flying blood and meat.
But in the next moment, she fiercely snapped all the spikes, her damaged body recovering visibly fast, and within moments, it was fully restored. She looked up at the canopy, preparing to attack something again.
The body of a Martial God!
Fan Wubing immediately thought of Venerable Chengming’s Martial God Body.
No... it’s a Sacred Body of a higher level!
This young short-haired woman was a true Female Warrior God!
Bai Yihuan’s name flashed through Fan Wubing’s mind.
Fan Wubing quickly stepped forward to stop her, "Wait!"
Bai Yihuan’s face was covered in blood, her eyes red and glimmering with tears. She gritted her teeth and said,
"Who are you!"
Fan Wubing replied immediately, "My name is Fan Wubing."
The grief and indignation on Bai Yihuan’s face suddenly vanished, replaced by excitement,
"You are Sister Fu’s husband!"
Husband?
So Man’Er was already thinking this way.
Fan Wubing nodded, "Yes, I am her husband."
