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When Zhang Nu heard the YaoGuai’s words, he felt the situation becoming impossibly troublesome. If they really had to go to the frozen lands to search, there simply wasn’t enough time. Their only hope lay in the underground black market.

“Not necessarily. I’ve heard that in places like this, there’s always a black market. If we can find it, we might be able to get that herb.”

The YaoGuai shook their heads.

Even in places with constant trade, that herb would almost certainly not appear. It was far too precious. Anyone who managed to obtain it would keep it tightly in their grasp. Who would ever put such a treasure up for trade? Its growth environment was harsh, and harvesting it was harder still.

It was said this herb could cure all diseases and illnesses—even bring the dead back to life.

“My advice is not to pin all your hopes on this. If you truly can’t bear to part with Ling Xi, then spend time with her. You may not have the chance to see her again.”

But Zhang Nu and the others refused to listen. To them, these YaoGuai were only spreading despair, urging them to give up. But saving Ling Xi was their top priority—they could not afford to be careless.

“Stop trying to dissuade us! Ling Xi is your family, too, isn’t she? Why keep telling us to give up? Can you really bear to watch her die?”

The YaoGuai fell silent at Zhao Yang’s rebuke. If there had been a way to save Ling Xi, they would never have waited for her death. But her physique was too unique, and the herb too rare—nearly impossible to obtain.

“If I offer her a hundred years of my spiritual power, could she live a little longer?”

The YaoGuais looked at Zhang Nu in shock. None of them had expected him to suggest such a thing. If it truly worked, perhaps it could sustain Ling Xi for a while longer. His sincerity left them shaken.

“In theory, it should work. But we’ve never tried it, and we don’t recommend it. It’s extremely dangerous.”

Zhang Nu understood they were speaking for his sake. But he wanted them to think of Ling Xi first. “I know you’re looking out for me, but please think about Ling Xi instead. You’ve watched her grow up. If she knew you were saying these things, how heartbroken would she be?”

The YaoGuai fell into silence. Zhang Nu was right—if Ling Xi knew, she would be furious.

But even so, they couldn’t bring themselves to watch Zhang Nu and the others burn away their own lives for her. In a world like this, it was nearly impossible to tell who was good and who was bad. The person you finally chose to trust might have been the one to betray you—while the one you’d always guarded against could have been the one who meant no harm. They didn’t want Zhang Nu’s group to fall into danger because of Ling Xi.

“I understand your feelings. But this isn’t your decision to make. If Ling Xi knew, she would never allow it. Do you understand what it means to give away a hundred years of spiritual energy? Your strength would be crippled. If danger comes, your companions may not be able to protect you.”

Zhang Nu knew they were right. But he couldn’t just sit and watch Ling Xi die.

Ling Xi had always been by their side, keeping them company, lightening their burdens. She had long since become their little sister. And now their sister’s life was hanging by a thread—how could they accept that?

“There’s no need to say more. We will save her! A mere hundred years of spiritual power, what of it? There are four of us. Each of us can give her a hundred years!”

Liu Hai cut in firmly: “Then it’s decided. First, we’ll each pass her a hundred years of power. Then we’ll split up to search—Lin Xiao and I will head for the frozen lands, while you and Zhao Yang go to the black market.”

Hearing this, Zhang Nu nodded. Liu Hai truly had come up with a good plan.