novelapdf Chapter 225 He Saved a Place for Her
Chapter 225 He Saved a Place for Her
However, the battle aura emanating from the direction of the northern palace did not weaken; on the contrary, it was even more intense than what was sensed in the dense forest earlier.
The frequency of spiritual energy collisions is increasing, as if someone is starting to reveal their trump cards.
He stood up and spoke to the two of them.
"The results from the palace are coming out soon."
"It has nothing to do with us. It doesn't matter who wins or loses—once the fight is over, the next step is to clean up and disperse."
"We cannot remain near the core area."
Yu Jianhuan finally spoke, her tone tinged with resentment.
"So you can't even stay at this lake a little longer?"
Mo Chengyue glanced at her but did not answer immediately.
Yu Jianhuan squatted on the lake shore, gently touching the lake water with her fingertips. It was cool, like real living water.
Looking at her reflection in the lake, she suddenly said something in a very soft voice.
"You might never see a place like this again after you leave."
She was referring to the lake.
But Mo Chengyue sensed something else.
After going out.
The prerequisite is—to get out alive.
He looked down at the storage bag at his waist.
The storage bag was stuffed with talismans, pills, magic cores, and miscellaneous items—all things prepared for "survival."
Since entering the ruins, he has been calculating every day how to live and how to help those around him live.
Yu Jianhuan died once. Su Qingying shattered her inner core once.
He himself almost didn't survive the lightning tribulation.
The three people stood by a quiet lake, still covered in dust from the secret passage, and were all alive.
He remained silent for a few moments.
Then he did something that neither Yu Jianhuan nor Su Qingying expected.
Mo Chengyue opened his storage bag and pulled out a fist-sized grayish-white stone from a pile of talismans and pill bottles—a recording stone.
He had picked this up on the outskirts of the ruins, intending to use it to record any valuable spiritual materials or terrain information he might find.
But at this moment, he held the photo stone up to his eyes, aiming it at the direction of Weiming Lake.
Yu Jianhuan was stunned for a moment.
"What are you doing?"
Mo Chengyue adjusted the angle.
"Photograph."
Yu Jianhuan: "...What?"
Mo Chengyue didn't even turn his head.
"Let's take a picture. It's like you haven't really been here if you don't take one."
Yu Jianhuan and Su Qingying exchanged a glance.
A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Jianhuan's phoenix eyes, which was then quickly replaced by a softness that she herself did not realize.
She stood up, wiped the dust off her face with her sleeve—it had gotten on her in the dark passage—and casually gathered her somewhat disheveled rose-purple hair.
The movements were natural.
Then he walked over to Mo Chengyue and confidently moved into the area of the photo stone.
She tilted her head closer to him, raised her chin, and revealed a standard, alluring smile with a beauty mark under her eye.
Su Qingying stood three steps away, her Azure Spirit Sword held horizontally in front of her, her gaze fixed on the lake, exuding an aloof and detached air.
After taking a picture of the lake view, Mo Chengyue turned around and glanced at Su Qingying.
Su Qingying noticed his gaze and turned her head slightly.
Mo Chengyue did not say anything like "let's film together".
He simply held up the photo-taking stone and said to Yu Jianhuan.
"Senior Sister Yu, you're blocking half the lake. Move to the right."
Yu Jianhuan narrowed his eyes.
Are you implying something?
Mo Chengyue looked at her innocently.
"It implies you're too tall."
Yu Jianhuan rolled her eyes, but did indeed take a step to the right.
With this movement, a space for one person was created on the left side of the photo-taking area.
Mo Chengyue didn't look at Su Qingying; he simply maintained the posture of holding the stone and slowly adjusted the angle towards the lake.
The adjustment was unusually slow, as if it were waiting for someone.
Su Qingying stood still.
The Azure Spirit Sword twirled slightly in her hand.
Three breaths later, she stepped over.
He stood in the empty spot to the left of Mo Chengyue.
He didn't get close, didn't pose, he just stood facing the lake, his profile reflected in the water.
Yu Jianhuan saw this scene from the other side, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It was rare for her to utter a sarcastic remark.
Mo Chengyue pressed the photo stone.
Faint patterns of light emerged on the grayish-white stone surface—three people, a lake, a rare and tranquil scene under the grayish-white sky of the ruins.
As soon as the photo stone was put into his storage bag, Mo Chengyue's expression suddenly changed.
A powerful spiritual energy shockwave, the most intense to date, emanated from the direction of the distant palace.
It wasn't just an ordinary aftershock, but a chain reaction from the unleashing of some forbidden or trump-level spell.
The shockwave had attenuated considerably by the time it reached this point after traveling a great distance, but it still caused a fine ripple to spread across the lake's surface.
The spiritual herbs on the shore bowed in unison, and Su Qingying's Azure Spirit Sword rang out without wind.
All three of them looked north at the same time.
A murky golden-red light shone through a patch of gray-white sky.
That was a visual effect of multiple peak Core Formation experts simultaneously unleashing their true essence, clearly visible even from dozens of miles away.
Mo Chengyue's pupils contracted slightly.
"Someone is revealing their hand."
He quickly composed himself, his voice returning to a calm, analytical tone.
"With the fighting reaching this point, a victor will be decided in another half a day to a day."
"The winner will sweep through the core area and seize every opportunity."
"We are still on the edge of the core area."
Yu Jianhuan's smile vanished, and her phoenix eyes regained their sharp alertness.
Su Qingying had subconsciously grasped the Jade Spirit Sword in front of her.
Mo Chengyue didn't waste any words.
He squatted down, opened his storage bag, and took out three thin talismans with a hazy gray sheen—concealment talismans.
This was a life-saving item he had deliberately kept from the talismans he had previously seized; it was of a high quality.
It can completely conceal the user's spiritual energy fluctuations and aura for a certain period of time, and is almost immune to spiritual sense probing from those below the Core Formation stage.
Even those at the peak of the Core Formation stage can only discover clues through deliberate searching.
He handed one to Yu Jianhuan, one to Su Qingying, and kept the last one for himself.
"Place it on the corresponding location in your dantian. After activating it with spiritual power, avoid using large-scale magical fluctuations, as this will break its concealment."
Yu Jianhuan took the talisman and skillfully affixed it to her waist and abdomen. With a surge of spiritual power, her entire aura seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible hand.
Her almond-shaped eyes, rose-purple dress, and beauty mark were still there, but in my perception, she was like a walking stone.
The process of Su Qingying applying the concealment talisman was even quieter, and the spiritual energy fluctuations of the Jade Spirit Sword were also concealed.
Mo Chengyue then affixed the seal to himself, and the true essence aura of the mid-stage Golden Core realm vanished instantly.
He tried to scan Yu Jianhuan and Su Qingying with his divine sense.
The two were standing within three steps of each other, but their spiritual responses were completely empty.
He nodded in satisfaction.
"From now on, walk east along the green forest."
"No stopping, no lingering, no fighting; whatever we encounter, we must detour first."
"Everyone in the ruins is fighting tooth and nail for opportunities; we've already taken our share."
"Get out of here alive."
The three of them glanced at Weiming Lake once more.
The ripples on the lake had subsided, restoring that unreal tranquility.
Mo Chengyue withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the east side of the dense forest.
He walked at the front, his divine sense unable to probe far, but it maintained a continuous scan within a ten-zhang range to ensure that every step he took was in a safe place.
Yu Jianhuan followed in the middle, using the cat-like steps she had learned in the secret passage, making almost no sound.
Su Qingying covered the rear, sheathing the Azure Spirit Sword behind her back, her gaze occasionally sweeping back in the direction they had come from.
The three figures moved through the dappled light and shadow of the green forest, the concealment talisman swallowing up all their presence, making them appear like three moving shadows.
Behind them, another muffled explosion of spiritual energy came from the direction of the palace, and the ground trembled slightly.
The bloody struggle for the ancient opportunity continues, with powerful beings gambling with their lives.
The three of them walked eastward without looking back.
The sounds from the palace faded into the distance, and the silence of the dense forest deepened.
No one looked back at that unnamed lake.
But Mo Chengyue knew that the memory stone recorded it.