Invincible Kungfu Healer

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Chu Yuan's face instantly turned pale. Flustered and exasperated, he flew up into the sky, searching everywhere for his Ten Thousand Soul Banner. However, there was nothing there. Not even a speck of Mo Wen's aura remained, let alone a Ten Thousand Soul Banner. It was as though his entire person had evaporated.

"My Ten Thousand Soul Banner!" Chu Yuan turned green and then pale once again. He clenched his fist tightly. He should not have lent the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to Mo Wen. The type of Ten Thousand Soul Banner that he had was a Hundred Soul Banner. It was also a Hundred Soul Banner that had the chance of becoming a Thousand Soul Banner. It contained more than five hundred immortal cultivator soul and even had the Primordial Souls of five Primordial Soul realm immortal cultivators. It was a valuable treasure personally cultivated by Lord Blood Soul. Its might would be as strong as a superb grade profound level weapon.

This type of valuable treasure was rare even in the Ghost Lair, and now Chu Yuan had lost it. He had lost Lord Blood Soul's treasure. He did not dare think about the consequences.

He had temporarily placed some of his consciousness into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and therefore his soul imprint was on it. If it was still in this space, Chu Yuan should be able to sense it within a range of a hundred kilometers. However, right now, he could not sense anything at all.

He felt a pang of regret. He shouldn't have lent the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to Mo Wen. When Mo Wen had battled the Dragon Horse, he had not used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner at all. That meant Chu Yuan had given it to him for nothing.

"Chu Yuan, don't be upset. I know you have lost the Hundred Soul Banner, but I am also depressed. I don't know where my Crimson Moon Demonic Tower has disappeared to," Nangong Mingzhu said coldly. Although right now she was frowning, she was not as flustered and exasperated as Chu Yuan. Even after having lost the Crimson Moon Demonic Tower, she still remained very calm.

"It's all your fault. You made me lend the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to Mo Wen." Chu Yuan looked sullenly at Nangong Mingzhu, his eyes full of hate.

"So what if it was me? Don't forget that Mo Wen saved your life once. Did you think that your life was not as important as the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?" Nangong Mingzhu said mockingly. If it wasn't for Mo Wen, everyone would have died here. Then the Ten Thousand Soul Banner would have been truly lost.

"Nangong Mingzhu." Chu Yuan raised his voice to make it several times louder. Somewhat agitated, he said, "You know very well who the Ten Thousand Soul Banner belonged to. I lost his Ten Thousand Soul Banner. The consequences could well be worse than death. I know that you are a young mistress. With your position in the Demonic Sky, even if you lost the Crimson Moon Demonic Tower, most likely nothing will happen to you. But it is different for me. I don't have it as easy as you do."

Chu Yuan became more agitated as he spoke. His face was covered with cold sweat. Clearly, he was quite badly frightened.

"That's enough. At least you are still alive right now. You should be thanking Mo Wen. As for whether you will be punished when you return to the Ghost Lair, what does that have to do with me?" Nangong Mingzhu smiled callously. Her body lit up with a black light, and an instant later she disappeared from her original spot. She also wanted to search for Mo Wen. If he wasn't still in this space, where had he gone? Was he alive or dead?

In reality, after the Four Guardians Heaven Sealing Stratagem collapsed, many ancient martial art practitioners had spread out and searched for him. Some of them truly cared about Mo Wen, while some had other motives. For some ancient martial art practitioners, the treasures on Mo Wen were far more important than his person. If they could just get one item, it would be an incredible thing.

No one knew exactly what had happened. However, many people assumed that Mo Wen must have perished together with the Dragon Horse. The final attack had been strong enough to blast Mo Wen down to the tiniest atom. It was impossible for even a superb-grade Healing Light to save him.

The might of the attack was enough to destroy Mo Wen, but not enough to destroy a profound level weapon. Those items may have been scattered across this space.

Despite searching for half a day, no one discovered the tiniest trace of Mo Wen. Anything that was related to him had disappeared.

"Something strange is going on." Nangong Mingzhu crossed her arms as she floated in mid-air. She looked at the raging ocean below. The corners of her mouth curled into a playful smile. "Maybe you truly are alive." Nangong Mingzhu knew that even for a Primordial Soul realm immortal cultivator, destroying a low-grade profound level weapon was a very difficult thing to do. It could not be done by normal means. Although the normal attack of the Dragon Horse was strong, she was not certain whether or not it could destroy Mo Wen's low-grade profound level weapon. She was, however, confident that it was impossible for the Crimson Moon Demonic Tower to be destroyed. After all, that was a superb-grade profound level weapon.

Her soul was linked to the Crimson Moon Demonic Tower. If it was still in this space, she would certainly have found it. Hence, she could be certain that the Crimson Moon Demonic Tower was not in this space. Mo Wen had disappeared, and the Crimson Moon Demonic Tower had disappeared. Maybe they had needed to disappear.

"Humph, if you are not dead, then I will certainly drag you out of where you are hiding. You actually dared to take my Crimson Moon Demonic Tower. You sure have some gall." Nangong Mingzhu snorted. She crossed her arms and lowered her gaze, as she quietly floated in mid-air. No one knew what she was thinking about.

In the sky above, beams of white light suddenly lit up. The white light descended from above, enveloping each and every human ancient martial art practitioner. At the same time, a voice sounded from the void. "Congratulations to you all for making it through to the final challenge. You are all survivors and can leave the Fighting Spirit Tower. Please get ready."

The voice of the Tower Spirit had just finished speaking when the human ancient martial art practitioners enveloped in the white light disappeared one by one, one after another. In a short while, everyone disappeared. Ten thousand kilometers away, on a high mountain, a group of people stood at the peak. The gales blew strongly on the mountain. The air was clear and fresh, and everywhere one looked, the foliage was lush and green. Clearly, they were in a mountain range.

"We finally made it out of that damned Fighting Spirit Tower." An ancient martial art practitioner that was dressed in white and had a golden dragon carved on his shoulder breathed a heavy sigh of relief. His face still looked haunted, as though he had just come from a tour around Hell.

This group was the Golden Dragon Sect ancient martial art practitioners led by Granny Jin Hua. They had been in the Fighting Spirit Tower just moments ago, but now, they had appeared in this unknown mountain range.

"Deary, what are you thinking about?" Granny Jin Hua held on to her cane as she turned her head and gazed with a kind look in her eyes at Jin Ying, who was standing spellbound beside her.

"Ah… Nothing really." Jin Ying snapped back to reality and shook her head. She lowered her gaze.

"Don't worry. According to my judgment, he should be fine. Deary, there are no matters of the heart you can you hide from me." Granny Jin Hua smiled as she shook her head.

"Grandmother, what happened at the very end?" Jin Ying raised her head and looked at her grandmother.

"I don't know. The Fighting Spirit Tower is too mysterious. It is not something that we can speculate about." Granny Jin Hua shook her head. There was an indecipherable look in her eyes. What remained unsaid was that everything that had occurred in the Fighting Spirit Tower seemed to have some level of necessity. The human ancient martial art practitioners and the Fire Domain's Beast Kings were only supporting characters. The question of who the main character was intrigued her. However, there was no point in thinking of such things. To be able to walk out of there alive was the best result.

The ancient martial art practitioners who had been trapped in the Fighting Spirit Tower had all left. However, they did not return to the Fire Domain and instead appeared outside the Tan Zi Beast Lair in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. Each group was sent to a different location.

"We were sent straight out!." Zong Changsheng hugged his long saber. He appeared in a forest, with Pei Fengwu standing next to him, as well as a few other ancient martial art practitioners. They also carried sabers. Everyone had a relieved look on their face.

"If what I suspect is correct, this should be the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension's Qingzhen District. When I was young, I had some experiences in this mystery dimension, so I am quite familiar with this place. After a century, I never imagined that I would one day return here."

Zong Changsheng looked around at the surroundings somewhat forlornly. For ancient martial art practitioners such as themselves, this world was rather big. There were some places that they might only pass by once in a lifetime.

"I don't know whether we were right or wrong to go looking for the spiritual fire." Pei Fengwu sighed softly.

"Those who managed to survive were right. Although they did not manage to obtain the spiritual fire, those who survived most likely had many fateful encounters in the Fighting Spirit Tower. Originally I thought it was impossible for me to reach the Martial Arts Grandmaster second realm in this lifetime. But right now, I have at least a thirty percent chance of breaking through to it," Zong Changsheng said appreciatively.

For Martial Arts Grandmasters, the difference between realms was huge. The Martial Arts Grandmaster second realm and first realm were worlds apart. Also, it was more difficult for Martial Arts Grandmasters to break through to the second realm than to reach the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm from the Body Consolidation realm. More than ninety percent of Martial Arts Grandmasters could only remain in the first realm for their entire lives.

Pei Fengwu fell silent, not saying a word.

"Little girl, as your master, I know what you are worried about. However, that youth should be fine." Zong Changsheng noticed that Pei Fengwu's expression was off. He immediately retracted his excited look. At the same time, he bitterly laughed. He had also experienced young love.

"I believe in him," Pei Fengwu said quietly.

"Let's go. Only by finding the space passageways can we leave the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. There are eight districts in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. Some large sects have space passageways that we can use to leave. We will head to the main city in the Qingzhen District to have a look. We'll find those large sects to seek passage." With a wave of his hand, Zong Changsheng led the group of ancient martial art practitioners flying towards the main city of the Qingzhen District.

Stars shone in the sky of the mysterious galaxy.

Right now, the stars in the galaxy were exceptionally bright. Each of them was like the brightest sun, working hard at releasing their own light, even at the expense of their own life.

All the rays of starlight rays gathered at one spot. There was a huge cocoon of starlight. Unparalleled spirituality surged inside of the cocoon of light. The spirituality waves surpassed that of the spiritual fire by tens of thousands of times. It seemed as though the entire world's Spiritual Aura Light had gathered together.

The starlight cocoon was translucent. Inside, there was a silhouette sitting cross-legged. The figure was completely naked and was tall and slender. Masses of strong and healthy muscle were evenly distributed over the figure's entire body. The lines were beautiful but were also distributed in such a way that it gave off a feeling of strength.

The silhouette was Mo Wen's. Beams of starlight surged endlessly into his body. He seemed to be in a daze, unable to feel the changes happening to him.