Yang Wenzhao’s breathing became difficult due to the piercing of his right lung, and his voice became hoarse. He had never felt death so close to him before.

She came for him, Long Haochen, she must have come for Long Haochen.

Cai’er’s last stab pierced his right chest, but it also left a hope in his heart, because if this sword had shifted a little more towards the center of his chest, it would have completely destroyed his Star Sea Spiritual Furnace. If it had landed on his left chest, it would have pierced her heart.

How could an assassin of her level have missed? She was already showing mercy.

Feeling the overwhelming killing intent, Yang Wenzhao said with a wry smile, “The Six Great Temples are one family, you… ah…”

Cai’er slightly rotated the dagger in her hand, instantly causing Yang Wenzhao to be in so much pain that he couldn’t speak.

“You also know that the Six Great Temples are one family? He’s in the same temple as you, and you still severely injured him?” An even stronger killing intent erupted instantly.

Everyone fears death, especially geniuses.

Yang Wenzhao reluctantly defended, “He used a sacrifice skill himself, he wasn’t injured by me, and besides, it was just a competition.”

Cai’er said coldly, “I don’t care, he was injured because of you anyway. If it wasn’t a competition, you would already be a corpse.”

Just then, her ears twitched slightly, and she retreated, pulling out her dagger. Instantly, a spurt of blood gushed from Yang Wenzhao’s chest, but Cai’er was extremely fast, and her body wasn’t stained by a single drop.

A black shadow flickered, and the next moment, she had disappeared into the night. The green bamboo staff also disappeared with her.

Yang Wenzhao barely managed to activate his spiritual power to seal his wound, his eyes were somewhat blank, and his body slowly slid down the wall. He didn’t feel much resentment in his heart, but more of a sense of powerlessness. He couldn’t help but think, could this be considered an undeserved disaster? Perhaps, he could only compete with that female assassin when riding his mount.

Although the Star Spirit Armor blocked most of Cai’er’s attacks, the Thousand Strike Spiritual Furnace still left dozens of inch-deep wounds on his body, and the chest-piercing blow was even more serious. The massive blood loss had already made his consciousness somewhat blurred.

…Consciousness gradually returned, and Long Haochen barely opened his eyes. His throat was filled with a feeling of dryness, as if he was currently in a furnace. From head to toe, he was filled with a burning sensation.

After struggling slightly, Long Haochen immediately felt pain all over his body. After barely looking inward, he was shocked to discover that his spiritual power had completely disappeared. Only the Sacred Leading Spiritual Furnace was quietly suspended within his chest, but its light was also much dimmer.

What a domineering “Sacrifice”! In just ten seconds, it had weakened him to this extent. Fortunately, there was no damage to the meridians in his body. He could faintly feel a gentle, sacred aura constantly nourishing his body.

He didn’t know that this was the effect of Sacred Healing, and the powerful healing ability of the seventh rank had protected his meridians in time, avoiding the most serious consequences. Although he was weak at this time, he had not damaged his foundation.

This was also due to his physique as the Child of Light. As the purest possessor of sacred and bright spiritual power, the consumption of the sacrifice skill was certainly terrible, but because of the purity of his own internal spiritual power, it only consumed his potential, and the essence blood was not really burned. This was also why Long Xingyu dared to put the sacrifice skill in the fifth-rank seal for him to understand. Originally, Long Xingyu prepared this skill for him to risk his life in times of crisis. But he also didn’t expect that because Long Haochen had touched the edge of liquid spiritual power, he had broken through the seal of the fifth-rank skill in the Ring of Inheritance in the fight with Yang Wenzhao, using this skill with the cultivation of the fourth rank because of that heroic spirit. If it wasn’t for Sacred Healing, he would have to lie in bed for at least a month.

With the recovery of his consciousness, the pain on Long Haochen’s body gradually weakened. He faintly felt that there seemed to be a trace of his own spiritual power contained within the Sacred Leading Spiritual Furnace. Although he didn’t know how to activate this spiritual power, he could also feel that his cultivation hadn’t completely disappeared, and recovery was only a matter of time.

A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Long Haochen’s mouth. Although he lost the battle with Yang Wenzhao, he was happy and satisfied. Long Haochen believed that with this struggle, when his spiritual power recovered, he could really break through to the fifth rank.

That Yang Wenzhao was really strong. He even had a spiritual furnace, and it was an attack-type spiritual furnace. In a one-on-one battle, the effect of the Star Sea Spiritual Furnace was obviously much greater than that of his Sacred Leading Spiritual Furnace.

Dad was right. The best way for a Paladin to improve himself is to keep fighting, feeling and understanding in battle. I should be able to recover before the finals of the Demon Hunt Squad selection competition. According to the time calculation, the preliminary round of the Six Great Temples should last at least three days, because there should be many competitions in the Warrior Temple.

After the preliminary round, there will be a three-day rest. With these six days of buffer, I should be able to recover my cultivation. It would be best if I could break through the fifth rank. Although Haoyue isn’t here, maybe I can get a good ranking in the finals.

This battle has brought me a lot of benefits, but why do I always feel that I’ve forgotten the most important thing?

Suddenly, the smile at the corner of Long Haochen’s mouth froze. His eyes, which were obviously much dimmer, suddenly widened, and a violent emotion instantly appeared on his pale face.

Cai’er, Cai’er… Long Haochen felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest, and suddenly sat up.

The violent movement caused a burst of twitching pain in his body, but he couldn’t care about it at this time.

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Damn it, damn it, I missed my appointment. I was too focused during the competition, and my attention was completely on my opponent. I missed my appointment, I missed my appointment.

Long Haochen barely stood up. At this time, his heart was completely filled with anxiety. An unspeakable emotion made all his calmness completely disappear. In his mind, there was only the weak and thin figure holding the green bamboo staff and lightly tapping the ground.

She will definitely wait for me, she will definitely wait for me for a long, long time, I, I deserve to die… Long Haochen slapped himself hard, ignoring the cramping pain constantly coming from all parts of his body, barely stood up, and walked towards the door, supporting the wall.

I want to find her, I want to find her, at this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.

The night was already deep, and when Long Haochen staggered out of the hotel, he immediately felt a wave of coldness coming towards him. His spiritual power was exhausted, and he could no longer protect himself. Fortunately, the cultivation of external spiritual power made his body quite strong. Although waves of weakness constantly impacted his senses, the strong and persistent belief in his heart supported him step by step out of the hotel, moving towards the place where he and Cai’er met every day.

The consumption of “Sacrifice” was too terrifying. Long Haochen was completely in a state of weakness in his hands and feet at this time. Almost every step he took, more and more cold sweat would appear on his body. His feet were unsteady, and he almost fell several times.

Fortunately, the hotel he lived in was not very far from the place where he and Cai’er agreed to meet. He staggered and moved forward slowly. At this time, Long Haochen’s heart was filled with guilt. The competition was important, but how could I break my promise to Cai’er? How disappointed would she be!

Walking forward step by step, Long Haochen’s vision was already somewhat blurred, and the coldness of the night gradually invaded his body.

I’m here, I’m here. It wasn’t a long road, but it took him a whole half an hour. Finally, he saw the place where he met Cai’er every day. However, Cai’er was no longer there, and everything around was empty and silent.

Thump, Long Haochen finally couldn’t stand still and fell to the ground. In the spinning, he seemed to see countless stars circling around in front of his eyes.

Cai’er has already left, yes! The night is already so deep, how could she not leave?

A bitter smile appeared on Long Haochen’s lips. Sitting on the ground, his heart was filled with regret. If he had the chance to choose again, he would never fight Yang Wenzhao again. He was even surprised to find that in his heart, he didn’t know when, sending Cai’er back had become more important than improving his cultivation.

I’m going to find her at the hotel and apologize to her. But, will she forgive me? She can’t see the road, and she left in the disappointment of waiting. I made her suffer so much pain, will she still forgive me?

No, I can’t go to find her. The night is already so deep. She must have fallen asleep because of the tiring wait during the day. How can I disturb her?

She must have waited for me for a long, long time. In that case, I’ll wait here. I must wait longer than her to ask for her forgiveness.

Thinking of this, Long Haochen’s panting gradually became louder, and a strong sense of dizziness kept rushing to his brain. He had never felt so weak, and this feeling was definitely not good. There was a possibility of fainting again at any time.

No, I can’t faint. I must wait for her to come again. This is her daily route.

While thinking, Long Haochen supported his body and slowly stood up. Standing up could at least make him more focused. He was afraid that if he fell down there, he would faint or fall asleep in no time.

Time passed by, minute by minute. Long Haochen was always in a dazed state. Whenever his body couldn’t support him, he would immediately fall down there. This fall would naturally make him temporarily wake up. Then, he would barely climb up again, repeating this process.

Cai’er stood blankly in Long Haochen’s room, somewhat at a loss. He wasn’t here? Where did he go?

After severely injuring Yang Wenzhao, Cai’er came here. Although she couldn’t see, her other five senses were extremely keen. As soon as she entered the room, she found that Long Haochen wasn’t there.

(To be continued)

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