At the foot of a mountain, the clanging of swords and sabers could be heard. As they approached, Yan Beihong quickly pulled Miao Yi along and crouched down behind a large boulder. They saw about a dozen people engaged in an intense battle at the foot of the mountain, their screams echoing endlessly.
On a nearby mountain, a blooming jade leaf emitted a gentle radiance. It was obvious why these people were killing each other.
Immortal herb? Miao Yi's eyes lit up as he stared at the gentle white light coming from the top of the mountain. Just as he was about to raise a finger to warn Yan Beihong, Yan Beihong quickly covered his mouth with his hand, gesturing for him to keep quiet.
Yan Beihong only glanced at the stalk of immortal herb for a moment before focusing his attention back on the battle. His hand gripped the hilt of his saber as he waited quietly.
In the midst of the slaughter, there was an expert who leaped and dodged, cutting down more than ten people in a row. Finally, he raised his sword and surveyed his surroundings. After confirming that there were no more opponents, he walked towards the immortal grass on the steep mountain.
Just as his opponent's mental state relaxed, Yan Beihong brazenly unsheathed his saber and charged forward. He leaped into the air, raised his saber, and slashed wildly.
That person reacted very quickly. With a clang, he turned around and raised his sword to block the attack. Then, he quickly turned around and engaged in a furious battle with Yan Beihong.
In an instant, the two of them were locked in a fierce battle. That person was clearly much more skilled than Yan Beihong. He had just gone through a fierce battle, but he still had the strength to block Yan Beihong's heavy saber attack. Moreover, his attack speed was even faster than Yan Beihong's.
Before long, Yan Beihong was covered in wounds. In the end, the saber in his hand was kicked away.
Just as the sword was about to slash at Yan Beihong's neck, Yan Beihong desperately grabbed his opponent's wrist with both hands and used his thigh to block his opponent's kick. He pressed his body against his opponent's body and withstood the blade of the sword that had already sliced through the skin on his neck. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The two of them were in a deadlock. Just as Yan Beihong was about to succumb, the man suddenly kicked backwards.
Bang! Miao Yi, who had rushed over to launch a sneak attack, was sent flying by the kick.
But there was a butcher's knife stuck in the back of the man's waist, and blood was gushing out.
The man clutched the back of his waist with one hand as he forcefully turned his head to look at Miao Yi, who was struggling to get up from the ground. He couldn't help but be enraged. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as though he was a man-eating beast.
"Die!"
Yan Beihong let out an angry roar, grabbed the wrist of his opponent's sword, and slammed his elbow into his opponent's chest, causing him to stagger backwards.
Yan Beihong, who had seized the opportunity to snatch the sword, leaped into the air, gripped the sword with both hands, and fiercely slashed downwards.
Puff! It directly split the expert's shoulder in half.
Blood splattered everywhere. The victor had been decided. Yan Beihong stood upright, leaning on his sword as he panted heavily. He looked at Miao Yi, who was clutching his chest with a pained expression, and laughed heartily.
This feeling of escaping from death made him laugh heartily.
Yan Beihong tore off his clothes and simply bandaged his wounds. Then, he picked up what little food the other party had left and walked over to Miao Yi's side. Bending down, he grabbed Miao Yi's wrist and pulled him up.
After checking Miao Yi's pulse, he suddenly slapped his palm on Miao Yi's abdomen.
"Ugh …" Miao Yi spat out a large mouthful of blood. However, his chest was tight and he was short of breath. His abdomen, which had been churning like a raging sea, felt a sense of relief. The feeling that he was about to suffocate disappeared in an instant.
"You and I are complete strangers. Was it worth risking your life for me?" Yan Beihong stared at the pale-faced Miao Yi and asked with a smile.
Miao Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes at him. He had never met such a heartless person before. He said angrily, "You are strong. I need you to be my bodyguard."
Yan Beihong pointed his sword at the man who had just fallen and asked solemnly, "He is stronger. Wouldn't it be safer for you to help him?"
Miao Yi replied expressionlessly, "It's precisely because he is stronger that he doesn't need my help. And now, I've saved your life!"
"At least you know what's good for you, kid. Haha!" Yan Beihong threw his head back and laughed maniacally. He then patted Miao Yi's back and said, "Don't look at me like a pitiful little girl. You only suffered some internal injuries. You won't die!"
The hint of wariness he had towards Miao Yi was finally gone. He turned around and climbed up the cliff to pick the immortal herb. Then, he took it down and admired it with Miao Yi.
The immortal herb was no longer than half the length of a chopstick. It had nine branches and nine leaves, sparkling and translucent. It could even be said to be the finest jade, and it emitted a faint glow. The surface of the immortal herb was dotted with tiny specks of light, like a swarm of fireflies dancing around it. At the same time, it also resembled the stars in the night sky. This was probably where the name 'Glorious Star' came from.
This was the first time the two of them had seen such a treasure. They had to bring their noses closer to it to catch a whiff of its refreshing fragrance. It didn't attract butterflies as easily as the scent of wildflowers.
"This is good stuff! As expected of an immortal herb. "Yan Beihong clicked his tongue. He let Miao Yi take a whiff of its fragrance and admired it for a while before putting it away.
Miao Yi widened his eyes as he watched Yan Beihong wrap the immortal herb with a piece of cloth and stuff it into his robes.
Seeing the strange look in Miao Yi's eyes as he took the immortal herb for himself without his partner's permission, Yan Beihong clenched his fist and coughed a few times. He seemed a little embarrassed as he said, "Well, this one is mine. The next one is yours."
Miao Yi looked back at the path he came from and asked, "You've already obtained the immortal herb. Aren't you going back?"
"Do I look like such a disloyal person to you?" Yan Beihong shamelessly pushed Miao Yi forward. "I'll continue to be your bodyguard. Once I've obtained your share, we'll go back together. But that's that. You're not allowed to play dirty tricks on me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. "
Miao Yi was speechless. Who told him to lose to Yan Beihong? If their strengths were reversed, would Yan Beihong dare to take the immortal herb for himself without his permission?
Yan Beihong didn't go back on his word. In the following days, he continued to rob everyone he saw. It seemed like he really wanted to help Miao Yi obtain an immortal herb.
In his own words, 'Let's become immortals together!'
However, the people who were still searching blindly were almost all 'poor' people. They hadn't even managed to pick the immortal herb, so robbing them would be pointless.
Not going back on his word was only the beginning. In the end, Yan Beihong still went back on his word.
The two of them had already walked to the furthest point of the safe zone on the map. Once they reached the end of the safe zone, who knew what the situation would be like inside.
The two of them stood on top of a mountain and stopped at the end of the safe zone. A thin mist gently drifted around them.
Yan Beihong seemed to be talking to himself as he said, "Little Brother, it's not that I'm going back on my word. Let's go back. This damned place is only open for a month. Half a month has already passed. We'll still have to spend a lot of time on the way back. If we're late, we won't be able to get out. I'll do my best on the way back. Who knows, we might even be able to snatch an immortal herb. "
Miao Yi could understand what Yan Beihong was thinking. Yan Beihong had already done his best to accompany him all the way here. However …
"Do you hear anything?" Miao Yi suddenly exclaimed in surprise. He pointed at the unfathomably deep and dangerous zone in front of them and said, "I think it's coming from there."
"Sound? What sound? " Yan Beihong was taken aback. He kept cocking his head to the side and pricking up his ears. His brows gradually furrowed as he said, "I don't hear anything!"
"You don't hear anything?" Miao Yi was a little confused.
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