Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Fifty: Tie Changqing's Tragedy

Never underestimate a person's will to survive. At this moment, Tie Changqing suffered a severe injury. His body swayed for a moment, but after landing, he fled even faster and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Xiao Chong dumbfounded.

But what Xiao Chong didn't know was that Tie Changqing was now filled with deep sorrow.

The Tie family's fastest cultivation speed in three hundred years, a rising star among the young disciples of the three major families in Feiyue City, and the focus of attention wherever he goes—these are all his most shining labels.

But this martial arts cultivator, whose future was so promising, has now lost half a leg, turning from a hunter in the hunting competition into a hunted target, living like a stray dog ​​on the run, filled with fear and dread.

Who can understand the feeling of a phoenix turning into a chicken? How can one bear the fall from the peak to the trough?

Tie Changqing felt that life was bleak, and he was like a lone bird in a storm, unable to find his way.

This dramatic contrast between highs and lows is like a sharp sword piercing the deepest part of one's heart, driving one to despair and madness!

Must escape!

I am the pride of heaven, and I must not die like a stray dog ​​at Broken Soul Ridge!

This was Tie Changqing's truest thought at that moment. This thought was so strong, yet so simple, like a poisonous weed that had taken root in his heart.

Today is the last day of the hunting competition. Once we leave Broken Soul Ridge, it means the half-month-long hunt is over, and the disciples of each family are no longer allowed to attack each other.

Although there was still a life-or-death situation between him and Xiao Chong at that time, with everyone watching, many of Xiao Chong's methods would be useless. At the very least, tricks like digging traps and inserting iron spikes would be ineffective.

Moreover, the family has all sorts of talented people, so they'll definitely prioritize healing their own injuries. Even if the severed lower leg can't regenerate, it can be fitted with a prosthesis made of the best alloy materials.

The thought of becoming a cripple made Tie Changqing even angrier, and after the anger came even more sadness.

After I get fitted with a cold, metallic prosthetic leg, will Miss Mingyue still like me?

Will she kick me out of bed when I'm sleeping at night?

Oh, that might be a bit too far ahead. Let's get out of Broken Soul Ridge first.

As dusk settled in, Tie Changqing struggled to crawl along the mountain path leading to the edge of Broken Soul Ridge, lost in thought as he climbed.

His hair was matted together with mud and sweat, resembling an old sheepskin rug that hadn't been washed in years. His once smooth and fair hands were now so dark that the flesh was no longer visible, and his fingernails were filled with thick, black grime.

There was a half-foot-long knife wound on his back, the exposed flesh inside was bluish-black and shiny, oozing yellow pus. A wretched fly buzzed around him, making an annoying buzzing sound.

But what was most unbearable was the cut on my calf. It should have scabbed over by now, but because of the excessive friction from the road surface, it would scab over, then break open again, then scab over again, and break open again, in a never-ending cycle.

With difficulty, Tie Changqing turned his head and looked at the trail of bloodstains left behind him. He tried his best to squeeze out the last bit of energy and vitality in his body, his heart filled with deep sorrow.

Ten feet ahead of him, there was a yellow line drawn with mineral powder on the ground, marking the boundary between the inside and outside of Broken Soul Ridge.

This extremely long yellow line encircles the Broken Soul Ridge and was specifically prepared for the competition. At regular intervals, there are monitoring teams composed of disciples from all three families to prevent anyone from violating the rules.

In another ten zhang, Tie Changqing would be able to cross the yellow line and climb out of Broken Soul Ridge. But this short distance of ten zhang now seemed so long, almost unreachable.

Ten feet apart, yet it feels like the ends of the earth!

Through the twilight, Tie Changqing turned his gaze once again to the other side of the horizon, where he could even see the eyelashes of the family head, Tie Motie, blinking violently.

Tie Motie is very agitated right now; you could describe him as furious.

He didn't understand what had happened to Tie Changqing; he only knew that this genius of the clan might not survive the ten-zhang distance.

Originally, he believed that with Tie Changqing's martial arts skills, even if he encountered some setbacks in the competition, he would not be in any danger to his life. It was for this reason that he felt at ease letting Tie Changqing lead the Tie family disciples.

But now it seems that this decision was a huge mistake, and Tie Changqing is in grave danger.

The loss of one of the family's most outstanding disciples from a single hunting competition was a loss he could not afford and was unwilling to bear. Therefore, he wanted to rescue Tie Changqing, but he hesitated due to the rules of the competition.

"Master, save me!" Tie Changqing cried out desperately, like a dying young beast.

This made Tie Mo Tie Xin even more flustered, and he moved as if to rush into Broken Soul Ridge.

However, someone was faster and blocked his way. The person who blocked him was Xiao Kaixin, the patriarch of the Xiao family.

“Master Tie, within Broken Soul Ridge, life and death are determined by fate, and those outside the ridge are not allowed to offer assistance.”

Xiao Kaixin pointed at the yellow line in front of him, staring intently at Tie Motie, and said, "This is the ironclad rule of the hunting competition for hundreds of years. Do you want to break it? Do you want to start a three-way battle?"

The consequences of the chaotic battle were too severe, and it was highly likely that the three major families would never recover. Tie Motie, whose figure had already flown into the air, paused and fell back to the ground, but he stomped his foot angrily, which stirred up sand and dust all over the ground.

Seeing this, Tie Changqing felt as if his heart had sunk to the bottom of the sea, and the glimmer of hope that had just risen was shattered like a bubble.

I can only rely on myself now, but is it too late?

He was still ten zhang away from the edge of the ridge. Xiao Chong, on the other hand, was less than three chi behind him!

Xiao Chong was not in good condition either; his clothes were tattered, and there were several faint bloodstains on his bare arms.

Of course, these were only minor injuries; some were from several battles with Tie Changqing, and others were from being attacked by wild beasts in the mountains.

After days of fierce fighting, his backpack was nowhere to be found, his crossbow was destroyed, and even the long sword in his hand was reduced to half.

But his steps remained steady, though he looked slightly tired.

Facing Tie Changqing, who was crawling on the ground like a wild dog, Xiao Chong seemed more like an unapproachable god, even his gaze towards him was full of mockery.

"This life-or-death struggle should end now! Execute him, Tie Changqing!"

Xiao Chong stepped forward expressionlessly, the broken sword in his hand already raised above his head.