CHAPTER 852: CHAPTER 699: THE TRUTH REVEALED

"Wizard!"

The young disciple’s face changed dramatically. He hastily stepped forward, trying to reach out to support the Wizard, but was stopped by Mo Yi.

Mo Yi looked at the Wizard suspiciously, a strong shock flickering in his eyes.

He didn’t know what had happened, but in his memory, the Wizard had never been so disheveled.

To be precise, this was no longer just dishevelment; it was a sense of defeat.

The Loulan Wizard was revered as a god in the Western Regions, an existence transcendent like the Wushan Goddess.

Not only because of his remarkable abilities but also because he had never been defeated.

"Wizard, what exactly happened? What happened to your array?"

Mo Yi still couldn’t believe that the Wizard had been defeated.

He would rather believe that the array had exhausted too much mental energy, causing the Wizard to overextend his heart power and vitality.

The Loulan Wizard couldn’t answer him.

He kept his eyes closed, struggling to maintain his witchcraft and the array.

"Wizard..."

The young disciple’s eyes were filled with worry, his heart twisted in knots.

Mo Yi frowned deeply, giving the Wizard a long look.

Even though he did not understand witchcraft, he could sense that the Wizard was engaged in a battle.

It was a battlefield that transcended martial arts.

Who was it?

That girl?

Could she have forced the Wizard into such a situation?

"Does your master often end up like this?"

He asked the young disciple.

The young disciple was stunned for a moment.

"I’m asking you!"

Mo Yi said impatiently.

The young disciple snapped back to reality.

He was so delighted by hearing the words "your master" that he was momentarily distracted.

He still wasn’t qualified to call the Wizard "master," but the title was truly alluring.

Gratefully and warmly, he said, "In response to Lord Mo, this is the first time Master has been injured while casting witchcraft."

He glanced at the Wizard who was struggling.

His master... should not be able to hear him, right?

Responding this way to Lord Mo should be fine.

Bottom of the well.

The blood from Meng Qianqian’s palm dripped onto the witch’s soil, bit by bit.

The tightly clumped witch’s soil began to crack inch by inch.

That intuition arose again.

She could feel the yin energy at the bottom of the well dissipating.

But at the same time, the remaining yin energy was condensing rapidly.

As if making a final stand.

"A last-ditch resistance?"

Her eyes turned cold as she reached out and grasped the witch’s soil.

The witch’s soil, as if possessing a suction force, madly absorbed the blood of the Witch, filling the cracks with the qi of blood, like flowing tiny rivers of blood.

The witch’s soil could finally no longer bear it and shattered with a bang!

"Poof—"

Under the tree, the Loulan Wizard spit out another mouthful of old blood and collapsed.

"Master!"

The young disciple could no longer care about Mo Yi’s obstruction and rushed forward to support the Loulan Wizard’s shoulders, helping him to sit on a cushion.

The Loulan Wizard slowly opened his eyes, darkness that could engulf everything flashed across the shade in his eyes.

The young disciple’s heart skipped a beat, he released his grip and retreated several steps, kneeling on the ground with his head lowered in apology: "Master Wizard."

Mo Yi frowned and asked, "Wizard, what happened?"

The Loulan Wizard closed his eyes briefly: "The array failed."

"What? Failed?"

Mo Yi was shocked.

Guessing was one thing, but hearing the Wizard admit it himself was another.

He would rather believe that it had been too difficult for the Wizard to cast the spell than that he had truly been defeated.

"How did it come to this?"

He asked, "Weren’t you saying... the closer that woman got to the witch’s soil, the faster the array would succeed? Why did it fail instead?"

The Loulan Wizard weakly said: "The blood of the Witch..."

"Witch... Are you saying they brought in a Witch?"

Mo Yi was even more puzzled.

Since there were Wizards in the world, naturally there were Witches too.

Once upon a time, Loulan also had a great Witch.

However, she had long since vanished without a trace.

No one knew where she had gone or if she was still in the world.

After her, witchcraft was carried forward by Wizards, and Witches of any renown were as rare as phoenix feathers.

The Loulan Wizard said, "Either they brought in a Witch, or... that girl is a Witch."

"How is that possible?"

Mo Yi was taken aback.

Whether it was the Governor Mansion inviting a Witch or that woman herself being a Witch, both seemed impossible.

The Governor Mansion had no dealings with Loulan, except for Chen Long.

But Chen Long had long been exiled from Loulan, he was a traitor to Loulan, and no Witch would be loyal to him.

And even if there was a Witch of such capability, he would certainly have heard of her.

As for the latter, that was even more absurd.

Meng Qianqian was a genuine resident of You State, her ancestry traced back eighteen generations by them, definitely not a Witch or a descendant of a Witch.

"Wizard, if the other party is a Witch, wouldn’t her blood be a great supplement for the array, making it even more beneficial?"

The young disciple couldn’t help but ask.

He knew he should probably keep his mouth shut now.

But he was unwilling to miss this golden learning opportunity before him.

He wanted to master more martial arts, he wanted to become a powerful Wizard.

"Is that so?"

Mo Yi curiously looked at the Loulan Wizard.

"Indeed, there’s such a saying."

The Loulan Wizard said with a pale face, "If faced with a great array that cannot be sustained, a Witch can be sacrificed to increase the array’s power."

"Then..."

Mo Yi grew even more confused, "If it’s a great supplement for the array, why would it break the array?"

The Loulan Wizard said, "There’s only one scenario I can think of... the blood of the Witch was mixed with Pure Yang Saint Body Qi."

"Pure Yang Saint Body Qi?"

Mo Yi, having practiced martial arts for years, had seldom delved into witchcraft, indeed he knew nothing about it.

The Loulan Wizard said with a grave expression, "There’s documentation about it, but I’ve never encountered it, at one point, I thought it was just a legend."

Mo Yi frowned: "You can’t be certain either?"

The Loulan Wizard fell silent.

Actually, he had a rough idea, but in his heart, he didn’t want to believe in a force that could truly restrain his witchcraft.

"Wizard, you are somewhat unlike yourself today."

Mo Yi said.

The Loulan Wizard did not rebuke.

He had encountered a situation he would never have expected in his lifetime and suffered an unimaginable defeat in his dreams.

The yin essence of a Witch’s blood, and the innate pure yang holy body qi...

How could this be?

How could it exist within the Witch’s body?

The more the Loulan Wizard pondered, the more his sea of consciousness churned with pain.

For one, it happened once a century, but both together... if word of this got out, the Western Regions would soon see a legend that could rival Ayimulan.

No, perhaps a legend greater than Ayimulan.

If only that Witch hadn’t vanished...

Wait a moment.

Could it be... that the vanished Witch has returned?

Has she returned?

...

Ayimulan sat quietly in the room.

The door opened, and the Loulan Wizard walked in with a cane.

In just one night, he seemed to have aged ten years, even his temples were frosted with white.

"Princess Consort."

Ayimulan’s expression paused: "Even your voice has grown old."

"Yes."

He replied.

"It seems quite difficult this time?"

Ayimulan said.

The Loulan Wizard spat out a mouthful of blood: "Princess Consort, that person has appeared."

Ayimulan: "You mean—"

The Loulan Wizard: "The Witch who ends you."