The Game with Fairies

Chapter 195

the continuous rain pattered against the low shrubs on pingyang hill.

in the biting cold, li muyang sat inside the tent, grimacing in pain.

a wound on his shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible, the flesh around it torn and ragged.

cheng feiyang, a young man with half his body stained in blood, sat on a stool, carefully applying medicine to li muyang’s wounds.

even in such a desperate situation, this aloof young man who loved to show off maintained his cold and proud demeanor.

his white robe had turned blood-red due to the excessive staining.

once handsome, his face now bore three crisscrossing shallow scars, making him appear somewhat terrifying.

two days ago, during a fierce battle, li muyang found himself surrounded by enemies and was attacked by two helmsmen from the blood lotus sect wielding high-grade swords, pushing him to the brink.

at that moment, cheng feiyang led a charge and managed to rescue li muyang with great difficulty.

but cheng feiyang, the senior brother who led the charge, had his face torn into three parts.

if not for the robust physique of a cultivator and the sacred healing medicine of the demonic sect, this senior brother cheng would likely have died.

although their cultivation was sealed in this place, the refined spiritual medicine still exerted its powerful effects.

it was precisely because of these potent medicines that the demonic sect disciples were able to survive severe injuries, allowing the few hundred of them to withstand ten days of relentless attacks by the tens of thousands of blood lotus sect’s army.

even cheng feiyang’s grievous facial wounds were reduced to mere scars after just two days.

as li muyang felt the spiritual medicine seep into his body, the flesh around the wound began to twitch and grow, causing an unbearable itching sensation, and he couldn’t help but twist his mouth.

“ouch... so itchy...”

li muyang lifted his intact right hand and scratched at the air above his left shoulder as if this could somehow alleviate the itching from the new flesh growing.

cheng feiyang glanced at li muyang and said, “your injury is not serious. it will scab over in half an hour and heal in three.”

having said that, the show-off jumped off the stool, packed up his small medicine box, and left.

the cold wind blew into the tent from the outside, bringing with it the equally cold yan xiaoru.

“they’re shouting from the foot of the mountain again.”

yan xiaoru sat opposite li muyang, quietly watching him, and said, “miss shen from the blood lotus sect has raised the stakes again.”

“if you descend the mountain, surrender, and join them, they will grant you the position of helmsman, bestow upon you body-refining immortal medicine, and share a petal of the blood lotus that the blood lotus sect has passed down for years to aid your cultivation.”

“it is said that this ancient blood lotus is a fairy-grade spiritual item. after consuming it, the abundant spiritual energy is enough for one to cultivate to the purple mansion.”

if high-grade spiritual weapons were used, injuring li muyang’s flesh was as easy as slicing tofu.

in the first few days, li muyang had tried to lead a breakout from the encirclement, fighting like a trapped beast.

however, after several failed attempts, the most severe one nearly resulted in dugu yifang chopping off both his arms.

although li muyang was rescued by yan xiaoru and cheng feiyang at a critical moment, he still lost his left arm.

now, the left hand that li muyang had was newly grown in the past two days, for which yan xiaoru had used a bottle of high-grade spiritual medicine meant for saving lives.

li muyang suspected that after the blood lotus sect’s demons picked up his lost arm, they discovered that his physical body was the martial god tyrant body.

since the loss of that arm, the offers from the blood lotus sect at the foot of the mountain had increased day by day.

and their attacks had become more and more ferocious in the past two days.

originally, the blood lotus sect’s demons focused on harassment, but in the past two days, they would fight to the death with the demonic sect cultivators as soon as they charged up the hill.

only after leaving behind hundreds of corpses would these blood lotus sect demons slowly retreat.

then the voices urging surrender would rise from the mountain’s base.

this pattern had occurred thirteen times in the past two days.

even li muyang, with his robust martial god tyrant body and vigorous blood qi, was finding it hard to withstand these repeated fierce attacks.

if the situation continued like this, li muyang and his group were undoubtedly entering a dead end.

the remaining two hundred and thirty people on pingyang hill could only hold out for three more days at most before their defenses completely collapsed.

by then, all the cultivators on the mountain would die...

looking at the system interface in his field of vision, li muyang was expressionless.

at this moment, he really wanted to take out the startling swan immortal sword and go on a killing spree.

he was confident that with the startling swan immortal sword, he could sweep away everything.

but revealing an immortal weapon in front of so many people would have severe consequences, and he might be hunted by the entire world...

inside the tent, li muyang bowed his head, quietly listening to the voices of persuasion coming from the mountain’s base, lost in thought.

yan xiaoru, who had been silent in front of him for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

“go down the mountain...”