CHAPTER 1856: CHAPTER 1849: PASSING AWAY LIKE A FLOWER

"Tell me, tell me how to save you!"

Cheng Ziang’s eyes were red, feeling a dizziness as he shook Hun Jiansi excitedly, pleading with a voice full of desperation.

"It’s too late..."

Hun Jiansi’s breath was faint, she slowly closed her eyes, and uttered those words softly.

"It’s not too late, it’s not too late, tell me how to help you...damn, damn, damn..."

Cheng Ziang felt a deep sense of helplessness again, watching helplessly as the person he cared about slowly lost her breath in his arms.

If he had arrived and Hun Jiansi was already dead, perhaps he could have maintained some composure. But watching the person in his embrace slowly close her eyes, the man known for his rationality lost the last shred of calm.

There are many things people cannot accept, one of which is watching life fade away and being powerless to stop it.

At this moment, Cheng Ziang wished he could transform into a doctor, quickly diagnose Hun Jiansi’s condition, and find a way to respond.

But as a special forces soldier, he only possessed basic emergency medical knowledge. What he excelled at, ironically, were the deadly skills of combat.

It was precisely because of this that he felt deeply powerless. Having a body full of martial prowess but unable to save the life of the person before him led to severe self-doubt.

Cheng Ziang lowered his head, his eyes wide, tears streaming down, instantly blurring his vision.

In a daze, he seemed to see various moments spent with Hun Jiansi. He could feel Hun Jiansi’s vibrant vitality and her longing for a beautiful life.

She so desired to live, to live under the gaze of others. But toward death, she was so at ease.

"Hun Jiansi, Hun Jiansi..." Cheng Ziang almost sobbed in his cry, "If you die, I will forget you!"

Upon hearing his words, Hun Jiansi suddenly opened her big eyes and looked at Cheng Ziang with resentment.

Finally, she smiled faintly, sighed lightly, and weakly said, "Fate destined this, I’ve foreseen it long ago..."

"Really, is there truly no way?" Cheng Ziang closed his eyes, asking in distress.

He lowered his head, almost face-to-face with Hun Jiansi, tears still warm as they fell onto her smooth cheek, tracing a curve before dropping.

Just then, a piercing animal scream came from the nearby forest. The sound was exceptionally sharp but abruptly ceased.

This was Liseya protecting Cheng Ziang in the shadows; with her nearby, any ambush was futile.

"Farewell, Cheng Ziang. I hope I leave you some memories, though we were together for just a few months... But I... I’m already... quite content..."

Her voice gradually weakened, eventually losing all sound.

This inheritor of the Fog Concealment Skill finally exhausted her remaining life force and left the world with regret.

"No, no, I can’t accept this, I can’t accept this, Hun Jiansi, Hun Jiansi!!!"

Cheng Ziang’s voice grew intense, holding Hun Jiansi tightly and calling out loudly. Yet no matter how he called, it was in vain; Hun Jiansi could no longer awaken.

Cheng Ziang’s bloodshot eyes widened, biting his teeth tightly. For the first time, he felt such strong resentment, wanting to destroy everything.

After a brief silence, he slowly laid Hun Jiansi down, staggered to his feet, and swayed on the spot.

His despondent gaze turned toward the two not far away, asking hoarsely, "Why did you kill her?"

Facing such strong killing intent, Changyi barely maintained composure, took a deep breath, and said, "I told you, follow us and we’d give her the antidote, now it’s too late for anything."

"Yes, it’s all too late..."

Cheng Ziang murmured.

"But even so, you both must come back with us today. As an outsider in the lands of Kyushu, defying His Majesty would be unwise." Changyi shifted his tone and pressured further.

"Hehe..."

Upon hearing his words, Cheng Ziang grinned, showing a cold smile and evaluating the two with a mocking gaze: "Just you two?"

"Just us, don’t underestimate us," Changyi seemed a bit angry, "Our Heterogeneous Hall is not to be trifled with."

"The Heterogeneous Hall should be loyal to our master, you are mere turncoats, what qualifies you to represent the Heterogeneous Hall?"

"Emperor Wu is the master; loyalty to Emperor Wu is called loyalty!"

"Just the smell of change, chasing after luxury. Hun Jiansi dying at the hands of such vermin as you is simply disgraceful."

"I don’t want to waste words with you; anyway, today we must take the saint away. If you interfere, we’ll send you to join Hun Jiansi." Changyi said coldly.

"Oh, really," Cheng Ziang laughed furiously, tears glistening as he revealed a fierce smile, "If you dare, kill me. Or else, I’ll kill you both!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liseya’s form suddenly appeared before the three of them, her glowing head with long hair weaving around Cheng Ziang’s. The terrifying scene scared Changyi and the Ghost Hag, rendering them dumbfounded, eyes wide with fear.

"Nascent... Nascent Soul Realm..." Changyi uttered with a trembling voice, stunned and exclaimed, "No, impossible, Nascent Soul... shouldn’t be the saint’s... why, why is it you..."

"It’s simple," Cheng Ziang said, slowly extending his arms, pointing his index finger at the two, "I and the saint, are both Nascent Soul!"

"No, impossible!!"

Upon hearing his words, Changyi and the Ghost Hag felt as if struck by thunder.

They never expected the foreign entourage to have two Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses.

In Kyushu, a family with a single Nascent Soul Realm cultivator can almost ensure its position as a major clan. This foreign entourage has two, which is a terrifying power.

In this New Era where the Human God has fallen, the Magic World’s main god Tana strictly controls the magic intensity of this new world.

Thus, there are no more Human Gods, and the Demigods not bound by Tana became the ultimate form of magic strength.

The East Continent’s cultivation system is indeed an excellent pathway to demigod status. But for a quicker way to become a demigod, the simplest method is likely activating the machines left behind by the ancestors to transform humans into demigods.

By various coincidences, the Advance Team had two Demigods, essential supports for their daring exploration of the unknown East. With Demigod protection, the Advance Team is virtually unbeatable.

Under the overwhelming pressure, seemingly out of terror, Changyi and the Ghost Hag’s legs shook uncontrollably, almost unable to stand, their prior composure completely gone.

But they seemed to believe they still had a sliver of chance.

Because Eastern Nascent Soul Realm cultivators need to temporarily give up control of their physical bodies to command the Nascent Soul. If the physical body is destroyed, the Nascent Soul dies too — this was their perceived opportunity.

In Kyushu, for every Nascent Soul powerhouse in action, several master Protectors accompany them to ensure the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator’s body remains safe from any destructive ambush. This mirrors how Western Continent mages are protected during chants.

But they clearly miscalculated, for strictly speaking, Cheng Ziang was not a demigod; thus, he didn’t need to relinquish control of his physical body and could directly command Liseya to attack.

"Wound!"

Cheng Ziang pointed at the two, coldly issuing the attack command.

At his order, Liseya almost teleported, disappearing by his side. She quickly appeared before Changyi and the Ghost Hag.

Her spirit swept through their legs, and intense magical energy surged into their calves. The ordinary pair couldn’t withstand such fierce magic influx, the weak veins exploded instantly, blood spraying.

It should be said, Liseya’s full-power strike is something that almost no one can bear, not even a late-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator. After all, no matter how strong the cultivator or mage is, they are ultimately limited by the physical body.

Yet Demigods mean no limits.