Dashing Student Chapter 1378: Return to the Golden Sun

Female cultivators from the Shouxin Sect descended from the heavens like falling dumplings. Their skin, tinged a pale blue and purple, betrayed the poison coursing through their bodies, each one succumbing to a coma with a frown etched on her face.

"No!"

Wen Ling’s eyes immediately reddened. With a spread of her fingers, vines rapidly sprouted, twining around several of the female cultivators like ropes.

"I will absolutely bring you all back!" she vowed tearfully.

The Poison Pattern Clam unleashed another poisoned dart. However, before it could reach Wen Ling, it was encased in ice and plummeted to the ground.

Jiang Han, her own face now showing a dark hue, moved to stand before Wen Ling. Despite succumbing to the poison, her gaze remained resolute.

"Junior sister, you must leave quickly and take them with you. I will hold off the Poison Pattern Clam!"

Hearing this, Wen Ling’s tears flowed uncontrollably. "No! Senior sister, if we are leaving, we are leaving together!"

"Go now! Do you wish for all of us to perish here?!"

Jiang Han’s sudden, angry roar momentarily stunned Wen Ling, making her forget her tears.

Understanding her senior sister's determination, Wen Ling turned and flew into the distance, dragging the immobilized female cultivators with her.

Enraged at the sight of its prey escaping, the Poison Pattern Clam writhed within its shell, and a purple pearl was ejected.

As the pearl ascended, a dark purple light rapidly expanded in all directions, even engulfing the fleeing Wen Ling.

Jiang Han gritted her teeth, realizing that the day would end either in their collective demise or her self-sacrifice to ensure Wen Ling’s survival.

Without further hesitation, Jiang Han formed a sealing technique with both hands. An intense coldness emanated from her body, freezing the very air in its path.

Within moments, a hundred-meter radius transformed into a frozen wasteland.

"Ice... Storm!"

Jiang Han cried out, her mana instantly depleted. The extreme cold, mingled with countless icy winds and snowflakes, coalesced into a storm tornado, sweeping towards the Poison Pattern Clam!

She herself, gripping a longsword, became the eye of the tempest, lunging at the Poison Pattern Clam. Even the airborne poison pearl was frozen, creating an opening for Wen Ling’s escape.

The ice storm inflicted damage upon the Poison Pattern Clam, raking a long scar across its shell. The creature retaliated by opening its shell against the storm, attempting to engulf Jiang Han.

"Senior sister..."

Wen Ling’s tears fell like shattered pearls. Just as despair began to set in, a gentle voice suddenly echoed in her ear.

"Why do you look so pathetic?"

Wen Ling whipped around, beholding a broad figure. Her nose twitched with emotion. "Senior! Please, save Senior Sister!"

It was Chen Nan, who had recognized Wen Ling from afar. Observing Jiang Han and the Poison Pattern Clam locked in battle within the storm, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Why does Jiang Han appear even colder now?"

Though his tone was laced with a hint of teasing, his form vanished instantly. He reappeared above the ice storm.

"Huang Boyang provided you with resources for cultivation; it wasn't for you to die in vain!"

The sword Chenyuan, raised high above his head, now blazed with a dazzling cold light. With a downward slash, its sword qi, fierce and potent, cleaved the ice storm asunder and split the Poison Pattern Clam in two.

Jiang Han, prepared for death, stared dumbfoundedly at the figure above. Her eyes also welled up, and then she fainted.

Chen Nan swiftly caught her, noting the black and purple discoloration of her skin, a clear sign of severe poisoning.

"Little snake, awaken and get to work!"

The slumbering King of Ten Thousand Gu reluctantly emerged onto Chen Nan’s palm and bit Jiang Han’s arm. In mere moments, her skin returned to its natural rosy hue.

Wen Ling flew back, hastily gathering the Shouxin Sect’s female cultivators. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Chen Nan, silent but conveying immense grievance.

"Alright, alright, I am truly afraid of you now."

Helplessly, Chen Nan instructed the King of Ten Thousand Gu to cure each woman’s poison, pulling them back from the brink of death.

"Thank goodness, Senior, thank you so much!"

Wen Ling wept tears of joy, throwing herself into Chen Nan’s embrace, sobbing like a child.

Gao Xue materialized beside Chen Nan like a phantom, her gaze appraising him. "Oh, it seems you’ve been quite busy out here."

Chen Nan’s hairs stood on end at her sarcastic remark, reminding him of a jealous Liu Hanyue. He instinctively waved his hand. "Don't misunderstand, there's nothing between us!"

He realized belatedly that explaining himself to Gao Xue was utterly unnecessary.

After a period of sobbing, Wen Ling finally regained her composure under the attentive gazes of Gao Xue and Zhong Ling. She then departed shyly, wiping her tears away before returning.

"Senior, why have you appeared here so suddenly?"

Chen Nan gestured towards Zhong Ling with a smile: "This is my direct disciple, Zhong Ling. I had a conflict with someone, so I've temporarily brought her here to stay at Shouxin Sect until the situation calms down. I'll take her with me once things have settled."

Wen Ling seemed to tune out the rest of Chen Nan's explanation. Upon hearing Zhong Ling's name, she immediately floated over to her, giggling, "What a coincidence! My name is Wen Ling too; both our names contain the character 'Ling'."

"Oh, and are you a disciple of Jue Mingzi? I must say, I'm quite envious of you."

Zhong Ling was taken aback by Wen Ling's effusive greeting, but soon, the two became fast companions, possessing an abundance of topics to discuss.

Chen Nan glanced at the unconscious Jiang Han, then at the other stunned female cultivators. He let out a helpless sigh and, using his mana, levitated them as he flew towards Golden Sun Island.

Following the recent turmoil, no one from Shouxin Sect dared to inquire further about Master Boyang's inheritance, especially considering the demise of the powerful Ming River Sect on this very ground.

The female cultivators whom Chen Nan had rescued rushed towards him with jubilation upon spotting him, offering a salute: "Our esteemed benefactor."

Chen Nan quickly motioned for them to desist: "There's no need to address me as benefactor."

"Yes, benefactor." The female cultivators replied cheerfully, persisting in their address: "By the way, benefactor, where is Ning Yu?"

The mere mention of Ning Yu's name caused Chen Nan to feel the intense gaze of Gao Xue fixed upon him from behind. Reluctant to engage in an argument, he swiftly steered the conversation elsewhere.

"They did not return this time. Tell me, how have you all been living here?"

The female cultivators began to recount their recent experiences, explaining that they had been peacefully cultivating within Shouxin Sect and reassuring Chen Nan that all was well.

In the ensuing days, Chen Nan remained at Shouxin Sect, dedicating his time to healing injuries and cultivating while also tasking Wen Ling and the others with procuring various spiritual medicines.

After all, he was in possession of ten-thousand-year-old Blood Jade Ginseng, the quintessential ingredient for refining potent healing pills.