The illusion formation was activated.
Chen Yuyang immediately sensed it and woke up from his cultivation state.
Was it someone who accidentally stepped in, or someone who had detected his presence?
Chen Yuyang did not know which was the case.
But he immediately prepared himself.
Several sixth-grade talismans appeared in his hands, and he had already donned an inner armor early on—a treasure of only eighth-grade quality.
Concealing his aura, Chen Yuyang approached the cave entrance.
If it was a person, he would quietly dismantle the illusion formation and continue hiding.
If it was a beast, he would decide the next move based on their number and strength.
Soon, Chen Yuyang’s eyes caught a figure.
A red one, somewhat familiar.
Yan Luo!
Chen Yuyang instantly recognized her identity.
Inside the illusion formation, Yan Luo was lying on the grass, wearing a relaxed expression, half-awake.
However, despite her expression, her condition was not good.
Both legs were broken, the shattered bones piercing through the skin clearly visible.
If not treated soon, those legs were probably ruined.
Seeing it was her, Yuyang’s pupils constricted slightly.
He didn’t have much fondness for this girl.
However…
But…
Another figure appearing in his sight made Chen Yuyang’s expression turn serious.
There was someone else!
Looking closer, it was a man in a black robe wearing a mask that concealed his true face.
But Chen Yuyang immediately recognized this man’s identity—it was the one who had broken the sealing array of the Demon Tower.
Judging from the demonic aura radiating from him, Chen Yuyang could now be certain this man was a member of the Demon Cult.
So, Yan Luo was being chased by this Demon Cult member and had accidentally stepped into his illusion formation?
Whether it was good luck or bad luck for her, Chen Yuyang didn’t know.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t care—even if she was killed right before him.
But now she was trapped inside his illusion formation…
“Consider yourself lucky; your life is not meant to end here.”
Murmuring, Chen Yuyang stepped forward and grabbed Yan Luo’s arm, pulling her out of the illusion formation.
“Ah!”
Yan Luo screamed, suddenly opening her eyes wide.
Seeing someone beside her, without fully understanding, she slapped fiercely.
Chen Yuyang reacted quickly and let go just before the slap landed.
Unable to support herself with both legs broken, Yan Luo fell to the ground, unable to hold back a painful howl.
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m saving you despite our differences; don’t repay kindness with enmity.”
Chen Yuyang stepped back three paces and squatted far away, looking at the girl slumped on the ground.
Only then did Yan Luo clearly see who was in front of her.
She immediately recalled her situation—being chased by that Demon Cult man, fleeing here.
What was going on?
Just now, she felt as if she had been having a very pleasant dream.
“What are you doing here?”
“And that Demon Cult bastard?”
Yan Luo asked immediately.
“There, behind you,” Chen Yuyang said, pointing behind Yan Luo.
Turning around, Yan Luo saw that the masked man was ten yards away, fiercely swinging his weapon, as if battling the air for hundreds of moves.
“What is he doing…”
Yan Luo was stunned and momentarily at a loss.
“There’s an ancient formation left by a powerful ancestor here,” Chen Yuyang briefly explained.
“While he’s still trapped inside, you should run away quickly.”
“Run away? Since he’s trapped here, why not just kill him while you have the chance?”
Yan Luo’s gaze suddenly sharpened.
But…
“Are you sure this illusion formation only traps and doesn’t hurt? If you attack, it’ll awaken him from his dream. If you can’t kill him in one strike, then when he wakes, it will be us who die.”
Chen Yuyang said immediately.
Although he had a one-hit kill method, there was someone present, so he couldn’t reveal it.
Hearing this, Yan Luo bit her lip, conflicted inside.
The intense pain in her legs also made her realize that she truly didn’t have the confidence for a one-hit kill now.
But this guy was a Demon Cult member…
Thinking this, Yan Luo scornfully told Chen Yuyang:
“In that case, you should leave quickly.”
“I’ll handle him.”
Chen Yuyang raised an eyebrow but smiled and countered.
“You’re injured like this. How will you deal with him?”
“I have a sixth-grade Recovery Pill given by my grandfather. After swallowing it and cultivating for two hours, my injuries will be completely healed. Then I can kill him with one strike.”
Yan Luo explained somewhat irritably.
Chen Yuyang laughed.
Seeing the young man smile, Yan Luo inexplicably felt a bit guilty.
“What, what are you laughing at?”
“I’m obviously laughing at you being foolish. Sixth-grade Recovery Pills are quite precious.”
“You have no resistance now. You’ve exposed yourself easily to me; aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you and take your pill and treasures? In this secret realm, no one would know.”
With that, Chen Yuyang’s smile turned slightly cold.
Yan Luo was stunned, then shocked inside.
Right, why would she say that?
If he had ill intentions, he could kill her and take her pill and treasures, and no one here would know.
In fact, the blame would probably fall on that Demon Cult man.
“Y-you want to kill me?”
Yan Luo’s eyes immediately flashed with alertness as she tightly gripped the sword in her hand.
Chen Yuyang helplessly shook his head and raised three fingers.
“First, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t warn you.”
“Second, this illusion formation can’t trap him for two full hours. You won’t have healed by then, and he’ll wake up. Staying here is a death trap.”
After speaking, Chen Yuyang stepped closer without any defense and reached out his hand.
“So, the best choice is to leave this place with me before he wakes.”
Yan Luo froze, mouth slightly open, staring incredulously at Chen Yuyang.
“What… what are your intentions?”
“You and I aren’t—”.
“You want to say we have a grudge?” Chen Yuyang interrupted her, squatting down and signaling her to place her hands on his shoulders.
Yan Luo was silent, but that was indeed her question.
“One thing at a time. You insulted my master; I defeated you publicly and humiliated you.”
“As long as you don’t seek revenge, it’s over. I won’t hold a grudge.”
“Though I dislike you, I won’t just stand by and watch you be killed by the Demon Cult.”
Chen Yuyang said earnestly.
Of course, he hadn’t mentioned one more reason…
This illusion formation was set up by himself.
If both were trapped inside, the Demon Cult man at Nascent Soul realm would awaken faster.
Then Yan Luo would truly have no escape.
At that time, it would be him indirectly causing her death, thus creating karmic consequences and blood debt.
Rather than bearing the unknown consequences of karmic retribution, it was no trouble for him to take her out of here.
Listening to Chen Yuyang’s words, Yan Luo fell silent.
She reached out, following his hint, and placed her hands on his shoulders, then was carried on the young man’s back.
“By the way… you just raised three fingers?”
“What was the third point you wanted to make?”
Suddenly, Yan Luo asked curiously.
Chen Yuyang shook his head.
“There is no third point.”
“Then why raise three fingers?”
“Maybe it just looks cooler,” he answered casually, then glanced back once more at the still trapped masked man in the illusion formation and quickly left the scene carrying Yan Luo.
Worried that beasts might have come nearby, Chen Yuyang did not go too far.
Finding another concealed spot, he gently put the girl down.
“Aren’t we going farther? What if he catches up…” Yan Luo asked anxiously.
From her observation, Chen Yuyang had only moved a few miles.
“I don’t know if he left any tracking methods on you, but I do know he’s a Nascent Soul cultivator. There’s no way I can outrun him.”
“So… rather than running far away, it’s better to stay nearby and let you recover as soon as possible.”
Chen Yuyang said as he knelt before her, pulling out the third-grade spiritual dagger he had used before.
Before Yan Luo could react, he ripped open her skirt-pants with a sharp tear and pulled off her socks.
“What are you doing?!”
The girl’s pupils contracted sharply as she shouted.
Without a word, Chen Yuyang’s next move, and the fierce pain that followed, made Yan Luo understand.
Chen Yuyang was setting her broken legs straight.
His actions were far from gentle, but they were fast, precise, and steady—directly aligning the broken bones and torn tendons in one go.
“Ah…”
Her scream was weak.
The pain had already surpassed Yan Luo’s endurance.
She tilted her head back; cold sweat drenched her clothes in large beads.
Her clenched fingers left deep scratch marks on the ground.
“Huff huff huff huff~”
Gasping for breath.
After a while, Yan Luo finally recovered from the brief yet intense pain that nearly suffocated her.
Skilled, Chen Yuyang took out a slender jade tablet from his storage ring and pressed it against the girl’s calf, then secured it with a cloth strip.
But…
Just as she relaxed slightly, the same pain came from her other leg.
“Ah~ ah~”
Weakly moaning, the girl’s hands fell limp.
Two clear tear streaks rolled down her delicate cheeks as she lost all strength and lay on the ground, looking utterly battered.
“Not that bad, not that bad.”
Watching her expression, Chen Yuyang muttered as he fixed the other broken leg, then lightly patted her cheek.
“Hey, your legs are fixed.”
“You can take medicine and start cultivating.”
After calling several times, Yan Luo finally reacted and struggled to sit up, eyes glinting with some resentment at the boy.
This guy was definitely doing it on purpose…
But…
After all, it was for her own good…
Fine then…
Biting her lip, Yan Luo shifted her legs and forced herself upright.
After swallowing a purple-golden pill, she folded her hands over her dantian.
With spiritual energy circulating, Yan Luo began to cultivate and recover.
Seeing the girl focus on cultivation, Chen Yuyang grew uneasy.
He quickly went outside the cave and set up a simple illusion formation.
If the masked man chased after them, this formation could buy some time.