Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 154 Acknowledging Mistakes

Jiujiuliu and Tengchong didn't dare to blink, and could only watch as the figures of the man in black robe and Wang Taiming gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared on the spot, as if they had never appeared.

It was not until the powerful and oppressive aura completely dissipated that Jiujiuliu and Tengchong breathed a sigh of relief like deflated balls.

Jiujiuli's grip on the sword slowly loosened, sweat trickling down his resolute face and dripping onto the ground beneath his feet. He stared in the direction the black-robed figure had disappeared, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and deep worry.

"Such a powerful aura, if he had been hiding nearby, I wouldn't have noticed it at all." Jiujiuliu muttered to himself, with a hint of disbelief and self-blame in his voice.

Tengchong gasped for breath and said weakly, "Master Jiujiuliu, the strength of this black-robed man is unfathomable. I'm afraid we can't contend with him."

Jiujiuliu turned his head and glanced at Tengchong, his eyes revealing determination: "No matter who he is or what his purpose is, this matter will never be abandoned."

At this moment, the wind from the Sea Breeze Mountains seemed to grow even stronger, rustling the branches of the surrounding trees. The setting sun was like blood, tinging the battlefield with even more tragic grandeur.

Jiujiuliu walked over to Tengchong and checked his injuries.

"Elder, your injuries are quite serious. You need to find a safe place to heal as soon as possible." Jiujiuliu said with concern in his voice.

Tengchong smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm lucky to be alive again. If it weren't for you, sir, fighting Wang Taiming, I'm afraid we would all be buried here today."

Jiujiuliu frowned slightly: "This is my duty. But the appearance of this black-robed man has made things more complicated."

Tengchong panted and said, "Master Jiujiuliu, the appearance of this black-robed man is really strange. His strength is probably far greater than you and me."

Jiujiuliu nodded slightly and said solemnly, "This matter is of great importance and must be reported to the Emperor as soon as possible."

Tengchong sighed, "If it weren't for your intervention, sir, I'm afraid we would all have died here."

Jiujiuliu glanced at Tengchong and said, "This is my duty. I just didn't expect such a change to happen."

At this time, the wind in the Sea Breeze Mountains gradually grew stronger, rustling the leaves. The surrounding environment seemed even more eerie and terrifying.

Jiujiuliu walked over to Tengchong and checked his injuries.

"Elder, your injuries are serious and require treatment as soon as possible," said Jiujiuliu.

Jiujiuliu looked around and said, "It's not advisable to stay here for long. Let's leave first."

Tengchong clutched the nasty, bleeding wound on his chest, each breath piercing with pain. His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead, yet his gaze remained firm and resolute. He dragged his heavy steps, slowly and steadily, towards the severely injured and unconscious Man Jiawen.

Man Jiawen lay on the ground, like a fallen leaf, his life or death uncertain. His clothes were tattered and bloodstained, and his once handsome face was now covered in dust and blood, looking extremely miserable.

Tengchong finally reached Man Jiawen, bent over, and breathed hard. Although he was filled with anger at Man Jiawen's deception, he knew that Man Jiawen was from the Nine Emperors Pavilion after all, and he couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Tengchong gritted his teeth and kicked Man Jiawen lightly with his foot.

Man Jiawen slowly woke up from this slight touch. He struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurry. When he finally saw Tengchong clearly, tears welled up in his eyes, filled with endless guilt and fear.

"I'm sorry, Tenth Elder..." Man Jiawen's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, with deep regret and trembling.

Tengchong's face was as gloomy as water, and he stared coldly at Man Jiawen without responding immediately. His eyes were a mixture of anger, disappointment, and helplessness, and his chest was heaving violently with anger.

Seeing that Tengchong didn't say anything, Man Jiawen became even more frightened. He struggled to get up, but collapsed to the ground again due to his serious injuries.

"Tenth Elder, I lied to you. Lin Feng is not a member of the Demon Cult. However, the deaths of my junior brothers and the others were caused by Lin Feng. If Lin Feng had not seriously injured us, we would not have been killed by the people of the Demon Cult. The deaths of my junior brothers and the others are inseparable from Lin Feng." Man Jiawen sobbed and spoke anxiously, trying to find a reason to justify his wrong behavior.

Tengchong frowned, lost in thought. He recalled everything that had happened before, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart. Indeed, Lin Feng had severely injured Man Jiawen and the others, which might have given the Demon Cult an opportunity to exploit.

However, Tengchong thought again that now that Lin Feng was dead, even if he were still alive, the hatred between him and the Jiuhuang Pavilion could not be resolved.

Tengchong sighed deeply, his voice low and hoarse, "Man Jiawen, you made such a grave mistake that nearly cost us all our lives. But considering you are a disciple of the Nine Emperors Pavilion, I will spare your life this time."

When Man Jiawen heard Tengchong's words, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashed in his eyes. He quickly said, "Thank you for your kindness, Tenth Elder. I will definitely turn over a new leaf and never make such a mistake again."

Tengchong snorted coldly, his eyes stern: "I hope you can do what you said. If you do it again, I will not let you off easily."

Man Jiawen nodded desperately, as if he had grabbed a lifeline: "Don't worry, Tenth Elder, I will definitely change my ways."

Tengchong looked at Man Jiawen's horrific injuries and softened his tone a little: "Can you still walk now?"

Man Jiawen tried to move his body, but he gasped in pain and his face turned even paler: "Tenth Elder, I... I'm afraid I can't leave."

Tengchong shook his head helplessly, a trace of fatigue flashing in his eyes: "Forget it, I'll help you up."

As he spoke, Tengchong endured the severe pain in his chest, stretched out his trembling hands, and slowly helped Man Jiawen up from the ground. Man Jiawen leaned on Tengchong, and their figures looked particularly weak and small in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Let's go back to Xihai City to heal our wounds first." Tengchong said through gritted teeth, as if he had used up all his strength to say every word.

Man Jiawen responded weakly, "Okay, everything will be subject to the elder's arrangements."

Along the way, the wind whistled in their ears, and Tengchong and Man Jiawen were silent. Tengchong's heart was filled with worry and self-blame. He regretted that he had trusted Man Jiawen too much and put himself in such a dangerous situation. Man Jiawen was filled with guilt, and the scene of his deception on Tengchong kept appearing in his mind, and he was filled with regret.

The bustling scene of Xihai City gradually became clearer before their eyes, but at the moment, the two of them had no intention of appreciating it. The bustling streets, the sounds of people's laughter and joy, seemed so distant to their ears.