# Chapter 1319: Escape from Death
Canglan Wusheng and the six female saints were also stunned, each with different expressions on their faces. They naturally did not believe that there were two Heirs of Time and Space. This person was undoubtedly Zhang Ruochen.
That is to say, all these days, they had actually been staying together with the Heir of Time and Space, Zhang Ruochen. One must know that Zhang Ruochen was a major criminal of the imperial court personally ordered by Empress Chi Yao to be apprehended.
"So it was him. I should have guessed it long ago."
Canglan Wusheng's gaze was quite complicated.
Her identity relationship with Zhang Ruochen was so opposing, as incompatible as fire and water. How was she supposed to repay the favor she owed?
"Since you are the Heir of Time and Space, today, even more so, we cannot let you leave."
Although Four Swords Blood Saint and Mie Feng Blood Saint were severely injured, their killing intent grew even stronger. They fully mobilized the sacred qi within their bodies, each unleashing a sacred art and attacking.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at them, mobilized the Purifying Divine Flame in his qi sea, and pushed both hands forward. Blue flames surged out from his palms, forming a wall of fire.
The destructive power of the Purifying Divine Flame was exceptionally terrifying. Not only did it block the two Tongtian Blood Generals, it also forced those human saints who were preparing to make a move to retreat, not daring to approach.
Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo, at the fastest speed, rushed out of Wuyuan Island, left Yuan Lake, and disappeared into the lush mountains and forests.
"Boom, rumble."
Figures shot out from Wuyuan Island one after another, rapidly pursuing the two of them.
Blood continuously flowed from the bloody hole in Zhang Ruochen's chest. The wound could not heal, staining his spotless white Daoist robe red.
After all, Qiu Lanshan was a Tongtian realm saint. The finger sword he had struck contained sword qi that had seeped into Zhang Ruochen's body, once again severely damaging his already extremely fragile blood vessels, meridians, and sacred meridians.
Zhang Ruochen was very clear that he absolutely could not let those saint realm experts behind him catch up, or else he would surely die today.
"Great Space Teleportation."
Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength to mobilize space power, grabbing Qing Mo's wrist and taking a step forward. In an instant, they reached over a hundred miles away, entering another region.
The environment of Xianji Mountain was quite eerie, with many remnant formations left over from the medieval period. It was naturally very different from the outside world. Even a distance of a hundred miles was beyond the perception range of saint realm cultivators.
Next, Zhang Ruochen activated the power of the twelve Buddhist beads to conceal their aura, while continuing to flee with Qing Mo.
He didn't know how long they had fled. After confirming that no enemies were pursuing them, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo stopped to rest.
Zhang Ruochen's robes were completely soaked in blood, and there wasn't a trace of color on his face.
Earlier, taking the Jiemai Pill had indeed fully restored his three meridians, but now, most of the three meridians in his body were broken again. Zhang Ruochen was only holding on by sheer willpower; otherwise, he would have already collapsed.
"Master, your injuries are very serious. You must immediately swallow a Fengchun Pill to recuperate."
Even Qing Mo could see that Zhang Ruochen's injuries had become severe enough to threaten his life.
Zhang Ruochen, like someone terminally ill, swayed unsteadily. He struggled to take out a Fengchun Pill from his space ring and was about to swallow it.
"If you don't want to die, you'd better put down that pill."
An aged voice came from the forest.
A blazing fireball rushed from afar, stopping right in front of Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo. The flames on the fireball's surface gradually dissipated, revealing the old figure of Gu Songzi.
Qing Mo took out her silver kitchen knife, widened her almond-shaped eyes, and pointed it at Gu Songzi opposite her. "Old man, if you dare come closer, don't blame me... if my knife shows no mercy, I'll split you in one chop."
Gu Songzi knew that the silver kitchen knife in Qing Mo's hand was very formidable. Both Kongqian Blood Saint and Mie Feng Blood Saint, two Tongtian Blood Generals, had suffered greatly at her hands. So he was indeed somewhat wary of this little girl. What if her wires got crossed and she really did chop him with that knife?
"Calm down, calm down. We are friends, not enemies. Don't be impulsive." Gu Songzi tried to soothe Qing Mo's emotions.
The silver kitchen knife in Qing Mo's hand emitted an increasingly bright light. "If we are friends and not enemies, why did you just stop Master from swallowing the healing pill?"
Gu Songzi said, "The Jiemai Pill only temporarily restored his three meridians. In reality, the three meridians are still extremely fragile. Didn't Qiu Lanshan's finger sword shatter a large part of his three meridians? So, given his current physical condition, swallowing a Fengchun Pill won't heal him; instead, it will accelerate his death."
Zhang Ruochen understood his own body's condition better than anyone. Hearing Gu Songzi's words, he put away the Fengchun Pill and didn't risk trying.
"Cough, cough."
Zhang Ruochen coughed twice. "I have already obtained the Qianye Shengxin Grass. Shouldn't Senior fulfill his promise?"
"I, Gu Songzi, keep my word. Naturally, I won't go back on it."
Gu Songzi's eyes rolled, and he added, "However, I'll only help you heal your injuries after you truly hand over the Qianye Shengxin Grass to me."
"Why are you like this, old man? My master always keeps his word. He's injured so badly, can't you just help him heal first?"
Qing Mo was quite dissatisfied, grinding her teeth incessantly, wanting very much to swing the silver kitchen knife in her hand.
"The Qianye Shengxin Grass is such a precious treasure. Who would be willing to hand it over to someone else? What if I heal him and he goes back on his word? In my life, I've treated many people, and I've seen all kinds. Some people, when seeking treatment, make all sorts of promises. After being healed, they just pat their butts and leave. Others, when seeking treatment, kneel on the ground and call me a god. After being healed, they make me kneel instead." Gu Songzi said with a cold laugh.
Zhang Ruochen possessed a world and did not lack sacred medicines. A hundred-thousand-year Qianye Shengxin Grass was indeed rare and hard to come by, but he didn't value it that much.
Zhang Ruochen said, "Fine. First take me to a safe place, and then I'll hand over the Qianye Shengxin Grass to you. It's best if neither of us owes the other any favors."
"Right, let's not owe each other anything. Since you're so straightforward, I'll stop your bleeding first."
Gu Songzi walked up to Zhang Ruochen, extended a wrinkled hand, and pressed it over the bloody hole in his chest.
Immediately, the sword qi that Qiu Lanshan had left in Zhang Ruochen's body was drawn out by Gu Songzi.
In an instant, the bloody holes in his chest and back healed, and even the pain in his five viscera and six organs disappeared.
"So formidable. Although this old fellow is eccentric and strange, his skill in the medical Dao is indeed quite profound. One can't help but be impressed." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
Gu Songzi withdrew his hand, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.
Just now, while treating Zhang Ruochen, he had also carefully examined Zhang Ruochen's body. Inside this young man's body, there was an extremely thick chaotic qi. Clearly a mortal human of flesh and blood, yet he felt more like a primordial being born at the beginning of heaven and earth.
Strange, truly strange.
Gu Songzi was about to ask Zhang Ruochen what was going on when, at that moment, a pleasant sound of wind chimes rang out from the forest.
"Ding, ding."
"Damn it, he's here!" Gu Songzi's expression changed.
Qing Mo's face showed fear, and she was at a loss, looking toward Zhang Ruochen.
Given Zhang Ruochen's current physical condition, how could he still have the strength to fight? Hearing the wind chimes, his heart also sank to the bottom.
However, Zhang Ruochen remained calm, not panicking. "We need to leave here immediately."
"Leave? Where can you go?"
A black figure, its whole body interwoven with deathly evil qi, appeared in the sight of Gu Songzi, Zhang Ruochen, and Qing Mo. Stepping on fallen leaves, it walked over step by step.
The sound of wind chimes grew even louder.
In this forest, ten wind chimes floated, emitting dark black light. Between every two wind chimes, a black thread connected them—ninety threads in total, interwoven and intersecting, completely sealing off all their escape routes.
A leaf fell down. Before it even touched the threads, with a chi sound, it split into two halves.
When the two halves of the leaf fell to the ground, they decomposed and turned into black ashes.
Gu Songzi's gaze was somewhat cold and heavy. "Have you outer realm beings finally decided to come out from the depths of Xianji Mountain?"
"You've been on the outskirts of Xianji Mountain for hundreds of years. It seems you've discovered quite a few secrets. Today, I can no longer spare your life."
The black figure's form flickered, disappearing from where it stood. The next moment, it appeared in front of Gu Songzi, one hand grabbing toward Gu Songzi's heart.
Although Gu Songzi had always only studied the Dao of alchemy, he wasn't completely without combat power.
"Heavenly Fire God."
In front of Gu Songzi, a flame giant condensed, wearing armor and holding a round shield, colliding heavily with the black figure's hand.
"Boom."
Both the round shield and the flame giant were pierced through by the black figure. A hand carrying deathly evil qi struck Gu Songzi's heart.
A cracking sound came from Gu Songzi's body. Then, a layer of white light emerged, neutralizing the black figure's palm force.
Although he was sent flying, he wasn't injured.
Gu Songzi got up from the ground, covered in dust. He directly took off his outer robe. Beneath the robe, it was plastered with protective talismans—probably three to five hundred of them.
"You want to kill me? Can you even do it?" Gu Songzi said coldly.
Seeing the densely packed protective talismans on Gu Songzi's body, even the black figure was slightly stunned, clearly not expecting someone to defend themselves to such an extent.
Killing him would probably exhaust oneself quite a bit.
Just then, Gu Songzi took out a medicine bottle and threw it toward the black figure.
When the medicine bottle flew above the black figure's head, it burst open, releasing a cloud of golden poisonous mist that enveloped him.
The black figure didn't dodge, only smiling faintly. "Trying to use poisonous mist against a Death Clan member? How laughably ignorant you are. Since I can't kill you for now, I'll have to kill the Heir of Time and Space first, so he doesn't grow up and become a great enemy of my clan."
"Today, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill anyone."
At some point, an old man reeking of alcohol had actually crossed the isolation zone formed by the ten wind chimes and appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen. He lifted his gourd, took a gulp, and didn't put the black figure in his eyes at all.