The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

BOOM~!!!

A deafening clap of thunder echoed as Chen Dong merged into the lightning. He became a thunderbolt that shook heaven and earth, rattled souls, and seemed to crack the very cosmos, unleashing the Dao's profound mysteries in a brilliant explosion!

As the lightning struck, the sliver of soul Ao Tian had sent out was utterly stunned. 'What kind of technique is this?!'

'A mere Golden Core Stage cultivator can merge his body with the Dao and channel the power of creation into his technique? Is it a Profound-grade art? A Supreme-grade one? No... this technique contains the might of fundamental Laws!'

Ao Tian's shocked gaze turned to terror. Ao Jun's Realm was only the Early-stage Golden Core; he definitely couldn't block this technique.

In an instant, Ao Tian made his decision. He spat out one of his Innate Divine Techniques, not to block the lightning, but to carry his separated sliver of soul far away.

'Since I can't stop it, I can't let this sliver of soul be destroyed for nothing.'

As arcs of lightning crisscrossed, Ao Jun plummeted like a shooting star.

Chen Dong stood panting heavily, Thunder Sword in hand. He choked and spat out a mouthful of blood. The pillar of light for the Asura Dao in his sea of consciousness had been depleted by half, and the injuries inside his body grew even more severe.

He muttered to himself, 'I never expected this. As my Realm improves, the Six Paths Technique gets stronger, but the backlash is also more severe. Even with a Golden Core Stage physique, my whole body feels like it's being torn apart!'

Chen Dong forced himself to stabilize his injuries and glanced at Ao Jun, who had crashed into the side of a mountain. He had held back in that last strike and hadn't taken Ao Jun's life. Chen Dong knew that only by keeping Ao Jun alive did they have any hope of leaving the Demon Realm.

He raised a hand and cast a spell. A rosy glow of light wrapped around the blood-soaked, unconscious Ao Jun and pulled him out from the mountainside.

"Master, I'm sorry! I'm too weak right now!" Liu Ling cried, rushing over.

Chen Dong waved his hand dismissively, his gaze fixed warily on the southern horizon. Waves of killing intent were radiating from that direction.

Ao Tian's main body was about to arrive.

Chen Dong's Divine Sense once again enveloped everyone as he desperately poured his Spiritual Qi into the Teleportation Talisman.

Right before Chen Dong's eyes, another astonishingly powerful golden light shot toward them.

Chen Dong's brow furrowed. This Sharp Breath Divine Light had even more piercing power than a Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator's flying sword. The previous beam had only pierced a bowl-sized wound because Ao Tian was too far away. Chen Dong had no confidence he could block this one at all.

He frantically pushed his Spiritual Power into the Teleportation Talisman and roared, "Get us out of here!"

CRACK! The improperly charged Teleportation Talisman instantly fractured, but its teleportation light still managed to envelop Chen Dong and his companions.

Just as the Sharp Breath Divine Light was about to strike Chen Dong, he vanished.

In the distant sky, Ao Tian's figure appeared.

"He ran again! To be able to use such a technique at the Golden Core Stage... what will he be like when he reaches the Nascent Soul Stage? I absolutely cannot let him return to the Human Race. This man is an enormous threat to my Demon Race!"

At this moment, Ao Tian didn't just want to save his son; he wanted Chen Dong's life even more. It wasn't that he didn't value his son, but he was gambling that Chen Dong and the others would try to use Ao Jun to negotiate their way out of the Demon Realm.

He was a great demon, even more ruthless than Chen Dong. He was willing to gamble even with his own precious son, the hope of his clan.

On a mountain peak, the light of teleportation flashed once more. Chen Dong's figure materialized from the light and fell directly to the ground. He couldn't even maintain the rosy glow wrapped around Meng Yingluo and Ao Jun, and it dissipated.

Fortunately, Ao Jun was also severely wounded and unconscious. Otherwise, with his Golden Core cultivation alone, he could have slaughtered them all right there.

"Master, are you alright?" Liu Ling hurried forward, wanting to heal Chen Dong.

But Chen Dong raised a hand to stop her. He was well aware of his own injuries. The more critical the situation, the more vigilant he became. Liu Ling was clearly hiding something from him, and despite the existence of the Beast Taming Contract, he couldn't bring himself to trust her anymore.

In contrast to Liu Ling's concern, Meng Yingluo said softly, "Senior Brother is so impressive. To think you could escape even a situation like that!"

Hearing her words, Chen Dong had the sudden urge to kill her with a single sword strike. If not for the fact that this body belonged to Meng Yingluo, he would have just abandoned her back there.

'We can't stay here long,' Chen Dong thought. 'Ao Tian clearly has a method for divining our location. If I can't obscure our tracks from fate, we'll be caught sooner or later. What's more, the Teleportation Talisman is broken. If we get caught again, we're dead for sure.'

At this moment, the only one Chen Dong could trust was Mu Qingzhu within the Jade Embryo.

He then sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and opened them again. The usual star-like depths were gone, replaced by a clear, bright light.

The current "Chen Dong" had already surrendered control of his body to Mu Qingzhu. He then tossed out three Top-Grade Spirit Stones, and a dense water vapor instantly filled the air.

With a soft murmur, he said, "Celestial Water Healing Technique!"

Mu Qingzhu's understanding of the Yuqing Immortal Technique was far superior to Chen Dong's. Handing his body over to her was also a way to receive better healing.

Dense, watery Spiritual Power continuously repaired the wound on Chen Dong's abdomen while simultaneously replenishing the Spiritual Power within his body.

In just a moment, Chen Dong stood up. His gaze had returned to normal, and his body showed no external signs of injury. In truth, his wounds were still quite severe, but he didn't dare spend more time healing, as he had no idea how long it would be before Ao Tian caught up.

"Go!" Chen Dong spat out the single, cold word. He once again swept up Meng Yingluo and Ao Jun and flew off at a low altitude.

'He truly lives up to his reputation as a ruthless tyrant,' Chen Dong thought, a sliver of admiration mixing with his thoughts. 'He's so vicious, he doesn't even care about his own son's life.' Then another thought struck him. 'If Ao Tian doesn't care, why am I still carrying Ao Jun around, wasting my own Spiritual Qi?' Killing intent surged in his heart. 'If that's the case, I might as well just kill him. It would be better than letting his presence continue to reveal my location.'