Supreme Sword Exalt

Feng Xi watched the demoness’ departing figure in silence. Initially, she thought the demoness had sneaked into the military camp with some ulterior motive. Looking at it now, that was indeed the case. What she sought was Gu Han.

Fu Dahai and Luoheng Holy Master exchanged a glance, harboring similar thoughts, We cultivators should pursue the Great Dao and immortality! Romantic love? What good is that nonsense?!

In contrast, a trace of gloom flashed in Yan Qianjue and the Flame Emperor’s eyes, though no one knew what thoughts crossed their minds.

Fatty rubbed his chin. “Why do I feel like Sister Demoness is different from before? Something definitely happened between those two!”

Meanwhile, Gu Han remained oblivious and continued heading toward the military camp with the others.

In the crowd, Zuo Yang and Yu Miao exchanged a smile, immensely relieved that Gu Han arrived safely. “Junior Brother.”

It’s good to have him back! Their decision to leave Fengwu Court that day was to avoid a repeat of the Profound Pill Pavilion incident. Looking at it now, they made the right decision.

Gu Han was overjoyed. “Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I’ve put you through trouble.”

“Don’t be so formal.” Yu Miao glared at him. Then, she helplessly looked at his moon-white robe. “It hasn’t been long since I gave you this robe, and you’ve already ruined it like this. I’ll mend it for you again later.”

Zuo Yang patted the big black pot. “Junior Brother, wait. I will cook you something delicious!”

Warmth arose in Gu Han’s heart. Apart from Gu Tian and Ah Sha, only Zuo Yang and Yu Miao could bring him this kind of familial warmth.

Suddenly, he recalled the entrustment of Luoheng Holy Master and Yan Qianjue. “These two seniors also worked very hard this time. Without them, I definitely wouldn’t have returned so easily today.”

After a moment of silence, Zuo Yang said flatly, “The Holy Master is indeed a good person.”

Yu Miao, rare for her, acted a bit proud. “Would he dare not save you?”

In the far distance, Yan Qianjue and the Luoheng Holy Master heard their conversation clearly, feeling deeply moved. How many years has it been?! Finally, someone speaks fairly! This kid is reliable, someone who gets things done! I didn’t save him in vain!

While they were moved, Zhou Ye and Wang Yong secretly glanced at each other, feeling contempt.

Pft! So what if she sews?

Cooking a meal is nothing!

Just then, Murong Yan approached with a single arm carrying her wolf-toothed club, followed by Yun Fan, Zhao Mengyou, and the others. “Brother!”

Upon seeing that each of them carried severe injuries, Gu Han quickly took out several bottles of pills. “Sister!”

Murong Yan shook her head. “No! You have greater use for these. Besides, Elder Xue can refine them too. I can wait!”

Yun Fan nodded. “Right. There’s no hurry. Anyway, now that this battle is over, there won’t be any more fighting for a long time.”

They had thoroughly crippled the barbarians. Unless the other side was foolish enough to come seeking trouble, the border would remain peaceful for a long time.

As if remembering something, Yun Fan grew excited again. “Oh, right. Brother Gu, you have no idea how great Sister Xue’s zither music is...”

He recounted what had happened on the battlefield.

Gu Han praised her repeatedly, “Miss Xue, you’re remarkable!”

Unable to overcome her habit of blushing in front of Gu Han, Xue Yue lowered her head, murmuring, “Young Master, you flatter me...”

The great Divine Maiden Zhao’s face darkened slightly.

Yun Fan quickly tried to make amends. “And Divine Maiden Zhao also contributed a great deal!”

Gu Han smiled at her. “You worked hard.”

Zhao Mengyou bit her lip. “T-that woman who impersonated me, where is she?”

Whenever she thought of the demoness using her appearance to wander around in front of Gu Han, she felt deeply unsettled. Anger was a minor issue, the main thing was jealousy.

Gu Han felt a bit awkward. “She...”

He instinctively glanced back into the distance, then suddenly froze. Where is she?

“You guys go ahead!” Without hesitation, his form flickered, and he was already in front of the others. “Where is she?”

He didn’t know why not seeing her left him feeling empty inside.

Fatty appeared a bit embarrassed. “Well... She left.”

He relayed the demoness’ entrustment and her final words to Gu Han.

Gu Han was silent for a moment before asking, “Where did she go?”

“Sister Demoness wouldn’t let me say.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

Fatty unhesitatingly sold out the demoness, pointing the direction clearly. “That way! She left quite a while ago, but she seems to have issues, so she’s not very fast...”

Gu Han immediately pushed his cultivation to its peak, ready to give chase. Perhaps because he was too frantic, his sword qi briefly spiraled out of control. He went pale and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Fatty’s eyes widened. Goodness! He’s coughing up blood? Is that necessary? She hasn’t even gone far yet!

Without any care, Gu Han flickered and fled into the distance. In less than two breaths, another problem arose with his cultivation’s circulation, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Unlike Fatty, Yan Qianjue and the others had exceptional eyesight and could tell that something was amiss. “Something’s wrong!”

Fu Dahai said thoughtfully, “It seems like he’s having issues controlling his cultivation.”

Fatty rubbed his chin. “That’s impossible! I know him. He’s been through countless battles and never had an accident like this. Besides, if he truly had issues, how could he have fought his way out of the barbarian tribe? Maybe it was an accident?”

Yan Qianjue shook his head. “Doesn’t seem like it! Once might be an accident, but two or three times? How many mouthfuls of blood has he already coughed up?”

The Flame Emperor said, “It’s the curse. The curse on Yun Ao is on him.”

Everyone’s heart dropped. What?!

Feng Xi asked, somewhat confused, “Didn’t you remove the curse? Why is it still...?”

The Flame Emperor sighed. “What I removed was only the part of its power targeting his physical body. As for the rest, I haven’t found a solution yet.”

No one was more familiar with the nether clan’s curse than him. Clearly, the curse on Gu Han was the same as the one on the dragon mark.

“Then why could Yun Ao transfer the curse onto him?”

The Flame Emperor shook his head. “It wasn’t a transfer. He brought that curse out himself. It’s very likely the curse had already set its sights on him long ago. When Yun Ao collapsed, he used a secret art to conceal his own qi, and the curse latched onto Gu Han instead.”

Fu Dahai smiled bitterly. “This is a huge problem. This curse will follow him forever. It might be fine normally, but if he fights someone with this constant bad luck, I’m afraid he’ll be in great danger!”

If the curse had affected him physically, they could have removed it through their combined strength. But when it came to luck, they were utterly helpless. After all, luck was elusive yet undeniably real, almost approaching the level of natural law. Of course, it wasn’t something they could see through.

Fatty’s eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, “Bad luck... Mei Yun...? There’s someone who might have a solution!”

Feng Xi also seemed to recall something. “It’s him! Tian Jizi!”

As for the curse, Gu Han didn’t consider it at all. Although his sword qi would occasionally run wild when he pushed his cultivation to its limit, his speed didn’t diminish in the slightest. Whenever the coughing became unbearable, he would take an Emerald Condensation Pill.

I have to find her! That was the only thought in his mind. His sword evasion technique was extremely fast. Before he knew it, he had already ventured deep into the Northern Domain, having consumed many pills along the way.

His eyes lit up as he spotted an exceptionally tall female barbarian. With a flicker, he landed right in front of her. “Stop!”

Just as he was about to speak, another mouthful of blood coughed out.

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring fixedly at her. “Why did you leave?”

Upon seeing Gu Han’s fierce expression, the female barbarian trembled, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. Didn’t the Great Flame border army just leave? Why are they back again? Why is he coming after me?

She mustered her courage. “Who are you?”

Gu Han sighed. “Stop pretending. The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Demon Physique can’t fool me.”

The female barbarian looked even more bewildered. Myriad what? What transformations?

Gu Han took a deep breath, staring straight into her eyes. His eyes were like swords, his aura sharp. “I told you that I will help you solve—”

The female barbarian nearly cried from fright, “D-don’t kill me!”

Just then, the demoness’ lighthearted laugh sounded from nearby, followed by a sigh. “Silly you, didn’t I tell you not to come looking for me?”

Gu Han stiffened. He glanced at the female barbarian, who had been frightened to the brink of tears, and felt so embarrassed he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

After a half-moment of silence, he tried to explain, “What if I said I mistook someone for you again, would you believe me?”