Chapter 72

Yuzhe looked at Buli, whose face was calm in the swirling green smoke, and said, "The Bai Ling Clan can continue to stay in the Western Mountains. Whether the true soul techniques can be taught to the Western Mountain remnants will be decided by the many major sects of the Hunlan Continent. My promise doesn't mean much; only if you truly become stronger can all of this become a reality. You have a dream, but if you don't act on it, it will always remain just a dream."

Yuzhe didn't make any rash promises; he spoke very practically. If he had taken on everything, Buli would have become suspicious and wouldn't have dared to believe him.

Without action, a dream remains just a dream. Buli was moved. He wanted to find his way home, to uncover the sealed memories, to protect Cai Xiaoxian, and to protect those he wanted to protect. No matter what, he needed to have enough strength!

Buli thought quickly. With Yuzhe speaking to this extent, he probably couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Once on Henshan, he would take it one step at a time. It wasn't a big deal; at worst, he could secretly leave the mountain, take Cai Xiaoxian and Dahu far away to the Western Mountains. It wasn't worth it to confront Yuzhe, such a powerful cultivator, here. One wrong word, and he could be killed on the spot.

Habitually, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stood up, and stomped it out. Buli smiled, "Alright, I'll listen to you."

A weight was lifted off Yuzhe's mind. "Since you've made your decision, prepare yourself. In a few days, someone will come to take you to Henshan Sect. But you need to be humble; don't be so arrogant and domineering. The most important thing for a young person is to learn to take a loss."

Yuzhe had never spoken such heartfelt words to anyone. Was he unintentionally moved by Buli's words in the mirage?

"Take this. If you encounter an insurmountable obstacle, crush it, and I'll know. Don't be reckless; only by living can you achieve your dream." The word "dream" sounded incredibly warm when spoken. What was his own dream? The distant memory had become somewhat pale.

I have a dream. When I was young, I wouldn't have been so arrogant and domineering, shouting at a much stronger cultivator, even risking self-destruction. This kid is indeed interesting.

Yuzhe threw a black jade pendant to Buli. It was slightly warm to the touch. Buli caressed it a few times and carefully placed it in his chest. He didn't dare put it directly in the storage bag, still being cautious.

"Alright." Yuzhe finally completed a major task. He clapped his hands, spread his wings under his armpits, and rose with the wind. He glanced back at Buli, said nothing more, and flew away.

Buli watched as a dark shadow flew over the moon, which was as bright as a jade plate, gradually disappearing into the distance. The jade pendant, close to his skin, felt warm.

"That old dog seems pretty strong," Dahu said, sitting down as soon as Yuzhe flew away, the oppressive aura gone. He cursed.

"Of course, I wonder when I'll reach that level," Buli said, looking at Yuzhe, who had become a black dot in the sky, seemingly merging with the moon. His desire for power made his blood boil.

"Go on, get stronger. That way, I won't have to save you every time," Dahu lay down, having endured too much in front of Yuzhe. If not for something to do, he would have fallen asleep immediately.

Buli lightly kicked Dahu and said, "Let's go."

He jumped down from the Broken Dragon Platform and helped Wan Lique wrap his wounds. As a doctor in his previous life, Buli had not forgotten his skills despite years of training on the Hunlan Continent. But seeing Wan Lique's wounds, he frowned. The injuries were severe, almost piercing through his body. In Buli's eyes, countless blood vessels were spraying blood, making it impossible to stitch.

Wen Ci Yu Wang and Li Shaowei were at a loss, not knowing what to do. In the tribe, if someone was injured so badly by a wild beast, they would be carried out to die. If not for Wan Lique's robust body, he would have fainted long ago.

Buli gritted his teeth. He would treat a dead horse as if it were alive. He couldn't just watch Wan Lique die in front of him.

"It's fine, I owe you this, don't worry about it," Wan Lique said, his face indifferent, but his complexion was terrifyingly pale. A robust man who had been lively just moments ago was now on the brink of death. Buli felt a pang of sorrow.

"Walk with me, it's quite painful right now," Wan Lique said, speaking of life and death as if discussing what to eat next.

Walking with him... Wen Ci Yu Wang and Li Shaowei's eyes were red, turning away. Dahu grunted and squatted to one side, his mind elsewhere. Buli looked at Wan Lique, a fierce look in his eyes. Dying was indeed painful. This was like euthanasia; there was no way to save him, so he could only walk with him.

Pulling out a sharp knife from his leg bindings, Buli said, "Go in peace, I'll do my best to take care of your clan."

Wan Lique smiled, his white teeth showing a hint of blood, which was glaringly obvious.

Buli steeled his heart and reached to cover Wan Lique's eyes.

"No need, I'm not that cowardly," Wan Lique pushed Buli's hand away, his eyes clear and honest, speaking with great effort. His voice grew weaker, his life force too strong, making his final moments even more painful.

Buli nodded silently, his face ashen. Even when his life was in others' hands, he had never been this solemn.

The sharp knife remained steady in his hand, not trembling. But his heart was in turmoil. Damn it, is this all I can do? Buli cursed inwardly, watching the blood seep through the animal skin. He swung the knife, which silently fell in the air.

Wan Lique watched Buli's knife fall, feeling a sudden sense of relief. "The Remnant Clan Trial" had finally come to an end. Everything was over, everything was over.

His eyes didn't close, watching Buli's knife fall, a gray arc indistinguishable in the night.

Would it land on his throat or chest? In his last moment, this was Wan Lique's only thought. How many things were left undone, how much he still cherished.

But the knife didn't land anywhere. It slightly retracted in mid-air, landing on Buli's left wrist, a bloodstain appearing. Blood dripped from Buli's wrist onto Wan Lique's wound. The knife finally lifted the animal skin from Wan Lique's wound, allowing Buli's blood to fall into it.

What is he doing? Wan Lique was stunned, looking up at Buli, not knowing what he was trying to do.

Buli was just trying, better than watching Wan Lique die in front of him. As his blood fell into Wan Lique's wound, Buli's heart leaped to his throat. This was the moment of truth. If it didn't work, he would have to "walk" with him.

The blood fell, and Buli's blood seemed to carry abundant vitality. Each drop seemed to have its own soul, quickly merging with Wan Lique's mangled wound. Flesh buds climbed miraculously, blood vessels grew like weeds, connecting, and layer by layer, the wound was covered. In just a few breaths, Wan Lique's seemingly incurable injury healed!

Was this a miracle? This must be a miracle!

Buli sighed in relief. It really was, thank goodness. The innate bloodline power, the strong self-healing ability, flowed through his veins. Even outside his body, this healing power didn't immediately disappear. This near-miraculous event proved Buli's guess.

If he couldn't survive, selling blood might be a way to make a living. Buli thought whimsically, seeing Wan Lique's wound rapidly heal, finally feeling a sense of relief. It seemed Wan Lique wouldn't die, just from blood loss, and recovery would take a long time.

Since entering the Divine Remnant Mountains, Buli hadn't relaxed. His nerves had been taut for a long time. He desperately wanted to leave the Divine Remnant Mountains, take Cai Xiaoxian to a sheltered, sunny place, and have a good, peaceful sleep.

Wen Ci Yu Wang and Li Shaowei didn't hear Wan Lique's last words and couldn't bear to look back. The clumsy giant should be dead, they wondered if his eyes were closed. Yu Wang finally turned around, preparing to clean up Wan Lique's body, making sure the messy guy left cleanly. Though he was extremely weak, some things had to be done.

But when Yu Wang turned around, he saw Wan Lique's lively smile and almost healed wound.

Even Yu Wang's calmness couldn't believe this was real. The dagger in his hand slipped and fell to the ground.

"Are you dumbfounded?" Wan Lique chuckled, patting Yu Wang's head, knocking him over.

Is this real? Even now, Yu Wang couldn't believe Wan Lique was fine. Such severe injuries, even if Wan Lique were stronger, without a soul healer, he would be dead. But... the hit on his head really hurt.

Lying on the ground, Yu Wang looked up at the stars, the bright moon overhead, feeling incredibly joyful, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

Laughing until his eyes were bent, laughing until tears flowed.

Being alive is truly wonderful.