Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Rong Yu and Chu Ziyu were teleported to a vast wilderness.

The natural forces here seemed particularly barren. Unlike the world of cultivation, the earth was not full of spiritual energy, but instead seemed dry and powerless. In this wilderness, the spiritual energy was so thin that it was almost imperceptible.

In such an environment, it was extremely difficult for everything to grow. Trees were scarce, and most of them were low, twisted shrubs with dry leaves. Pieces of yellow grass, fragile and shriveled, swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Rong Yu fell heavily to the ground holding the unconscious Chu Ziyu. Although his previous spell was interrupted by Chu Ziyu, the backlash of the spell also caused him serious injuries. In addition, they were unlucky enough to encounter time and space turbulence in the space crack.

The turbulent flow of time and space is a forbidden area that even the Mahayana cultivators dare not easily set foot in. In that twisted space and chaotic time flow, even a Mahayana cultivator with profound cultivation may be torn apart by the ruthless force in an instant and die.

In order to protect himself and Chu Ziyu, Rong Yu had to use up all of his spiritual power, causing waves of piercing pain in his spiritual veins, as if an icy blade was piercing through them.

Rong Yu stood up with difficulty and checked Chu Ziyu's injuries anxiously. Chu Ziyu was covered with scars under the impact of the huge immortal power before, and the spiritual veins in his body were almost on the verge of collapse. His body was covered with cracks, like a piece of jade that was about to break, and each crack was shocking. In the turbulence of time and space, Rong Yu had a quick mind and fed him a precious elixir, which made Chu Ziyu's surface wounds healed and his internal injuries alleviated, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.

As a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage, Chu Ziyu's spiritual energy should have been surging, but now it has become fragmented due to the damage to his spiritual veins. His internal injuries are far more serious than his external injuries. The damage to his spiritual veins makes him like a container full of holes, and any spiritual energy injected will dissipate uselessly into the air.

Rong Yu frowned, knowing that Chu Ziyu was in a critical condition. But as he felt the dead silence of the spiritual energy around him, Rong Yu realized that they had fallen into the mortal world, an ordinary place without immortal cultivators.

The Mortal World is the place closest to the edge of the continent. Most of the residents here are ordinary humans who do not know how to cultivate the true or the demonic. The spiritual energy here is thin and not suitable for cultivation, so the cultivators and demons rarely live here for a long time. The people in the mortal world mainly make a living through farming, handicrafts, commerce, etc. Their lives are full of human touch and worldly troubles.

This is a world completely different from the fairyland they originally lived in. There are no longer mountains and rivers surging with spiritual energy, nor mysterious secret realms. Instead, there is a densely populated and bustling city life.

Although there is no threat from cultivators here, there is also a lack of spiritual nourishment. He cannot rely on the spiritual power in the environment to recover from his injuries, and elixirs become his only support.

In the chaotic space-time turbulence, in order to protect Chu Ziyu, Rong Yu's ring was attacked and damaged. The treasures and elixirs stored in the ring could have helped them through the difficult times, but now they could not be taken out because of the damage to the ring. Even with Rong Yu's cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to repair the ring without the right materials and insufficient spiritual power.

Rong Yu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness spread out like ripples, looking for a possible shelter. In his perception, a dilapidated temple loomed and appeared not far away.

Looking up at the sky, the heavy clouds were as thick as ink, indicating that a rainstorm was about to come.

Without any hesitation, Rong Yu gently picked up Chu Ziyu. Although his movements were gentle, they revealed an urgent determination. He moved quickly towards the ruined temple, and every step seemed firm and powerful.

The raindrops seemed to sense their urgency, and began to fall hastily before they reached the temple. Rong Yu quickened his pace, knowing that Chu Ziyu was too fragile to be attacked by the wind and rain.

The dilapidated temple was surrounded by weeds and looked lonely. The erosion of time left mottled marks on the outer wall of the temple, and moss and creepers were intertwined between the bricks and stones. The temple door was half open, and the wooden door was shabby, with the paint peeling off, revealing the old wood underneath.

The two walked into the ruined temple. Almost all the statues in the temple were broken and incomplete. Only a few blurred figures stood quietly in place, as if silently guarding the ruins. The altar in the center of the hall was leaning, and the incense burner on it was covered with thick dust. No one cared about it. Some old offerings were abandoned in the corner, forgotten by time.

Several places on the ceiling had collapsed, revealing gaps through which the color of the sky could be seen. Rainwater dripped through the broken roof, forming small puddles on the ground inside the temple, making a dripping sound.

In the corner of the dilapidated temple, Rong Yu's eyes fell on a few rickety benches. Although they were worn out by the years, they were still relatively intact. He quickly disassembled them and laid the intact wooden boards on the ground. He also found some hay behind the statue, which should have been left by the previous people. He laid it on the wooden boards to make it softer to lie on. He also found a banner that was not completely corroded. Although the color had faded, it could still provide a cover. He folded it into a suitable size and gently placed it under Chu Ziyu's head as a pillow.

All this was done quickly, but every step was taken carefully, trying not to make Chu Ziyu feel uncomfortable.

"Boss, the God is so thoughtful."

6872 and Chu Ziyu watched Rong Yu busy taking care of him through the task panel.

He looked at the whitewashing progress next to him which was 50% and the resentment value which was 60%. He really loved without realizing it, and no one knew when this stupid guy would come to his senses.

"When can I wake up?"

"Boss, you'll wake up soon."

Chu Ziyu was surprised why it was so fast this time.

"The pill Rong Yu fed you is the Nine Revolutions Soul-Restoring Pill, which protects your foundation. Although your body is still in tatters, it will have no problem accommodating your spirit and soul."

Chu Ziyu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes hazy with the haziness of just waking up. In his sight, Rong Yu's figure came into view. He was trying hard to light a fire on the ground, and his clumsy movements formed a sharp contrast with his usual calmness.

Bang, the flames ignited, Rong Yu's eyes flashed with joy, the temperature was rising, Chu Ziyu's body was lacking in spiritual power, it was pouring rain outside, he really couldn't bear any cold invasion. Turning around, he saw Chu Ziyu looking at him with a smile.

"Zi Yu!"