Chapter 42

As the cold energy from the Cold Python entered his body, coupled with the Blood Transformation Pill overexerting his life force, the symptoms of impending death were indeed similar to Yi Yun's current state.

It was probably the spitting of black blood and the ashen face. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as Yi Yun's bleeding from the seven orifices, the minor differences weren't strange, after all, everyone's physical condition was different.

In Lian Chengyu's impression, although Yi Yun seemed to have good martial talent, his physical condition was very poor. His life force was far from enough to be overexerted by the Blood Transformation Pill, so among the many strong men refining the Wasteland Bone, Yi Yun was the first to give out.

"This little slave actually couldn't hold on for so long. I originally planned to play with him for a few more days, but alas, he can't take it."

Lian Chengyu didn't think there was any possibility of Yi Yun surviving.

Because the cold energy from the Wasteland Bone of the Cold Python was unsolvable, and for mortals, it was absolutely fatal. Not to mention Yi Yun, even Lian Chengyu himself couldn't withstand the cold energy of the Cold Python, otherwise, he wouldn't have sacrificed so many clan members to absorb the cold poison for him.

This kind of cold energy could only be dispelled by the Wasteland Sky Master. Otherwise, even the Purple Blood Warriors wouldn't dare to take the essence of the Wasteland Bone of the Cold Python!

Yi Yun was about to die, and Lian Chengyu was somewhat worried. Zhang Yuxian had just left, and Yi Yun died right after. Was it too coincidental and would it raise Zhang Yuxian's suspicions?

However, Lian Chengyu was only slightly worried for a moment. The next second, he continued practicing his boxing.

His movements were as smooth as flowing clouds, leaving no room for criticism.

Only after finishing a set of boxing did Lian Chengyu slowly stop, carefully performing every subtle action.

After stopping, Lian Chengyu suddenly thought of something, and a smile curved at the corner of his mouth. Yi Yun's situation gave him an inspiration!

"It's no big deal. If he dies, he dies. Don't let it affect the refinement of the Wasteland Bone." Lian Chengyu's voice was cold.

"How could it? The refinement of the Wasteland Bone must be guaranteed! I've already made the strong men continue working, but... what should we do with the little brat's corpse? Should I find a few brothers to hang him up, whip his corpse, and then chop him up to feed the dogs?"

Zhao Tiezhu said with a grin. Yi Yun's death made Zhao Tiezhu feel relieved. His anus still hurt, and he absurdly blamed all his suffering on Yi Yun.

Lian Chengyu coldly snorted and said, "Do you want the whole village to see you hanging and humiliating Yi Yun's corpse? Then people will think we killed Yi Yun. When Lord Zhang asks, who will take the responsibility?"

"Yes, Master Lian is right." Zhao Tiezhu slapped himself, "I thought too simply. Master Lian is wise."

"Hmm, drag Yi Yun's corpse to Jiang Xiaorou's house. It's too ominous for him to die near the Bone Refinement Cauldron! Remember, when you bring the little brat over, make sure he's really dead. I'll confirm it myself."

Yi Yun's repeated deaths and rebirths made Lian Chengyu feel eerie. Although this time he was poisoned by the Wasteland Bone's cold energy and was bound to die, Lian Chengyu still wanted to personally confirm it to be reassured.

"Jiang Xiaorou? Haha, I wonder how this little girl will react when she sees her brother like this!" Zhao Tiezhu's face was full of excitement.

Lian Chengyu knew that with Jiang Xiaorou's character and her feelings for Yi Yun, she would probably faint on the spot when she saw Yi Yun.

However, Lian Chengyu wouldn't show any mercy. This was the Great Wasteland, filled with slaughter, cruelty, and tragedy. Lian Chengyu wanted Jiang Xiaorou to understand what the true Great Wasteland was like.

He wouldn't pamper any woman, even those he liked.

He was the future ruler, and he wanted his women to understand that it was he, Lian Chengyu, who saved them from suffering, provided them with food, and gave them a place to live.

They had to learn to be grateful to him, to know right from wrong, and to serve him with fear and trembling. If he treated a woman well, it was a great favor, and if he treated a woman badly or even cruelly, it was justified, because without him, these women would die in the Great Wasteland!

This was the result of Lian Chengyu's deep-seated inferiority and his hatred for the world, gradually forming his obsessive personality and desire for control. He wanted to be a ruler, controlling the fate of everyone around him.

...

After Yi Yun's incident, the strong men refining the Wasteland Bone all believed that Yi Yun was possessed by a ghost and were unwilling to touch him.

Joking, if Yi Yun died, and the ghost transferred to them, what would they do?

If it weren't for the fear of abandoning the Wasteland Bone Cauldron, they would have run away long ago.

At this moment, Yi Yun's face was pale, and blood was still flowing from his nostrils.

Today was really a big deal, as he had drained all the energy from the Wasteland Bone in one breath!

His thin meridians had not broken inch by inch, and Yi Yun was already grateful to heaven and earth.

Seeing that one of the strong men had already gone back to report, Yi Yun knew he couldn't stay here. In his current state, it wasn't suitable for him to return to the village. Yi Yun didn't have the habit of entrusting his life to others. Now, he was completely helpless in Lian Chengyu's hands.

"I need to find a quiet place and quickly digest the violent energy in my body."

Thinking this, Yi Yun supported his body and walked towards a canyon not far from where the Wasteland Bone was being refined.

Below this canyon was the Dong River of the Lian Clan.

The water of the Dong River was swift, and the deep pool and waterfall where Yi Yun had practiced before were also part of the Dong River.

"Boy... what... what are you doing?"

Seeing Yi Yun walking towards the canyon, seemingly about to jump into the river, the strong men refining the Wasteland Bone were terrified.

"Possessed! Possessed!" Bighead's father was scared out of his wits. He saw Yi Yun's eyes were dazed, and he probably didn't even know it was a canyon below.

If someone jumped down, they would die for sure!

And following the Dong River downstream was a large waterfall. Falling into that waterfall would mean certain death.

"Should... should we stop him?"

A strong man swallowed and weakly said.

But no one responded. In the world, one's own life was the most important.

If they touched Yi Yun and were possessed by a ghost, what would they do?

"Little brother, you're so injured, you probably won't survive. It's better to end it quickly. You jumping down is good. ... Little brother Yi, we won't see you off. Walk well on the road to the netherworld, and don't blame us when you die."

Bighead's father consoled himself and tried to persuade Yi Yun, fearing he would come back for revenge after death.

At this moment, Yi Yun had already reached the edge of the canyon. He had actually recovered some of his energy, but the energy in his body was chaotic, with a hot current surging, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Yi Yun was not weak; on the contrary, he felt he had boundless strength. Jumping into the canyon and fighting the rapids would help him vent this energy.

Moreover, this was his best escape route.

Without hesitation, Yi Yun took a step and fell off the cliff.

The strong men refining the Wasteland Bone all drew a cold breath. Falling into the canyon with blood flowing from the seven orifices, even with nine lives, it wouldn't be enough to survive!

"Plunk!"

Yi Yun fell into the river. The canyon was about forty to fifty meters high. Falling into the water, even though Yi Yun had reached the fourth level of Mortal Blood, he still felt the pain all over his body, as he was not in his best condition.

It was already deep winter, and the river water was icy cold, but it didn't freeze due to the swift current.

Yi Yun drifted with the current, feeling the energy raging in his meridians, as if his whole body was on fire.

Yi Yun held his breath and swam in the river, fighting the current!

Yi Yun knew that he was in this state because he had absorbed too much energy. This energy had to be consumed, or it would really break his meridians!

Swimming was a way to consume energy, and he had to endure the pain.

As long as the energy was reduced to a level he could bear, his body would gradually recover.

Yi Yun calculated that if he continued like this, in about half an hour, he would be washed by the current to the deep pool of the waterfall where he had practiced before!