freenovelworld Chapter 370
Chapter 370
"How much longer do we have to go?"
"Why are you in such a hurry? The time will come when it's right."
"Are you in such a hurry to save Nalan Yin?"
Nalan Jingwen remained silent. He had said this many times before. Changsheng was clearly not in a hurry at all. He was riding his horse and still had the mood to joke around. He was wearing Nalan Jingwen's coat and looked nonchalant.
"These clothes are not comfortable to wear at all."
"Naturally, it can't compare to yours."
Nalan Jingwen didn't even turn his head; if he was so disgusted, why didn't he take it off?
Although Changsheng complained, he still obediently put it on and said, "Nalan Jingwen."
He called out to the woman walking in front of him.
"doing what?"
"I'm not feeling well, I want to get down and walk around."
Nalan Jingwen stopped, his disgust evident, but he still lifted the person off the horse.
Changsheng smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling, and walked quickly ahead of her, looking around curiously.
Nalan Jingwen followed behind him, cautiously observing the surroundings. The area was overgrown with trees, and there was hardly any life in sight, not even birds. It was as if the place had fallen into a deathly silence, with only the sound of their footsteps.
It's really too bizarre.
The two walked one after the other for about fifteen minutes. Changsheng was clearly exhausted, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He swayed and was about to fall. The surroundings were full of thorns, and falling would not just result in a scrape. Nalan Jingwen quickly caught him by the waist.
"If you can't walk, ride a horse."
Her tone inevitably carried a hint of reproach.
Chang Sheng didn't say anything, calmly glanced around, and quickly resumed his smug look. "I want you to carry me on your back. It's uncomfortable sitting on horseback."
"Besides, this place is not suitable for horseback riding."
Indeed, further ahead, the path is overgrown with thorns, making it impossible for the horses to walk properly; they have no choice but to remain there.
Nalan Jingwen followed his gaze, glanced at him, did not object, loosened the reins, and left the only horse behind.
She glanced at Changsheng, who looked completely at ease, which was really annoying. Unfortunately, Nalan Jingwen couldn't do anything about it and could only resign herself to carrying him on her back.
Chang Sheng smiled triumphantly and leaned against Nalan Jingwen's back.
As she walked, Nalan Jing sensed something was wrong, even smelling a bloody odor. She frowned slightly and glanced back, a single glance that froze her in place.
"what you do?!"
She yelled and quickly put Changsheng down to check his palm, which was bleeding profusely.
Changsheng had clearly been bleeding for a while, and he leaned weakly against Nalan Jingwen's chest, lifting his eyelids slightly.
"Only by using blood as a catalyst can we open the passage to the Southern Wilderness."
"If you need blood, use mine. Don't you know your own health condition?"
No wonder he was so quiet the whole way and didn't cause any more trouble. Nalan Jingwen thought he had changed his ways, but it turned out he was quietly bleeding himself.
Once his body is injured, it heals poorly and bleeds profusely; otherwise, Nalan Jingwen wouldn't be so angry.
Nalan Jingwen took out the hemostatic medicine he had prepared in his bosom, intending to feed it to him, but Changsheng turned his head away and said, "Yours won't work, you can only use mine."
"Only the blood of those in the Jade Hidden Pavilion is useful."
Nalan Jingwen's hand paused. "Is this why you insisted on coming along?"
"What else did you think..."
As if he could see what Nalan Jingwen was thinking, he said sarcastically, "Your life is not worth me risking."
Ah.
Nalan Jingwen wanted to strangle him again, to end it all.
He reached out and pushed Nalan Jingwen away. Nalan Jingwen released him and watched him stagger forward, blood dripping from his palms as he walked. Suddenly, a rustling sound appeared in the once quiet forest, growing closer and closer, as if echoing in his ears. Nalan Jingwen's expression hardened, and he quickly moved towards Changsheng. The Thousand Silk Blade on his wrist instantly flew out of his hand, severing the vines that were about to wrap around Changsheng.
Changsheng turned around and was immediately embraced by Nalan Jingwen. He glanced at the dense vines that had suddenly appeared around him and instantly understood.
Nalan Jingwen wielded the Thousand Silk Blades while looking down at him.
"You brought this upon yourself with your blood."
Changsheng withdrew his hand and said to her seriously, "The vines are all heading southeast, so the passage should be there too."
Without any hesitation, Nalan Jingwen picked up Changsheng and headed southeast, without even questioning his judgment.
The vines were scattered along the way, and the closer they got to the southeast, the thicker they became, almost as thick as an arm. In the end, they were as thick as a thigh. They were extremely fast, and even though Nalan Jingwen ran desperately, she could not avoid being entangled. She could only pull out the dagger beside her leg and cut it off, which sprayed out a green, viscous sap. She didn't care that the sap splattered all over her.
Passing through layers of thorns and mist, Nalan Jingwen saw the vine's true form: a strangely shaped, ugly, towering ancient tree. Countless unopened eyes seemed to wriggle on the tree, exuding an eerie feeling of being stared at, both disgusting and grotesque.
Chang Sheng stared intently at the towering ancient tree before him, seemingly searching for its weakness.
The vines behind him suddenly disappeared, but Nalan Jingwen's heart remained pounding, without the slightest sign of relaxation.
It was as if the ancient tree in front of them didn't take them seriously, letting them look at it as they pleased.
Changsheng suddenly took a step forward and stretched out his hand again. Bright red blood dripped from his palm and into the tree roots. The originally unremarkable tree roots suddenly cracked open, like disgusting mouths, greedily sucking his blood.
Nalan Jingwen stepped forward, grasped his hand, and said sternly, "If this continues, you'll bleed to death."
Changsheng's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were bloodless. When Nalan Jingwen pulled him, he staggered a few steps and fell backward. Nalan Jingwen caught him, but in the next instant, a vine as thick as a thigh wrapped around Changsheng's waist with lightning speed, lifting him up and suspending him in the air.
A dozen thinner vines appeared around the thick vine, rushing frantically toward his palm where a gash had been cut, sucking his blood. Changsheng frowned in pain, but could not move.
Nalan Jingwen raised his dagger and stabbed at the vine with all his might, but it only sprayed out a thick green sap and showed no intention of letting go of Changsheng.
Undeterred, Nalan Jingwen chopped at the ancient tree again, only to discover that the cuts she had made on the branches were healing at a visible speed and eventually disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, another vine appeared, wrapped around her legs, and turned her upside down. Nalan Jingwen felt dizzy for a moment until she saw Changsheng's weak and sickly face.
"Immortality!"
She called out nervously, and her pupils contracted sharply when she saw the tiny vines eagerly sucking the blood from his palm.
Changsheng turned around when he heard her voice, his lips parted as if he were saying something.