Alam Mandala
The problem still continues

In front of the gates of the Tao Gong Sect, hundreds of people stood holding golden colored umbrellas. Everyone stared at the gate with a sharp gaze like an eagle targeting its prey. They had prepared to die and fight for their leader.

A man wearing a robe stood in front of them all. Next to her stood a woman holding an umbrella for him.

Zhao Wei crossed both hands and hugged the long and large sword with a sensitive black-colored sleeve. He looked ahead with an aura of a very brave knight.

The woman beside him looked forward, then looked up.

Jun Hui had come and stood on top of the gate.

Zhao Wei smiled after seeing it. It was an understatement smile. “Jun Hui old, long time no see.”

“Better we don't meet for good.” Jun Hui replied in a cold tone.

Zhao Wei smiled. Jun Hui was the same as before when their last fight was on the mountain. He remained the same with his cold demeanor and gave off an aura of intimidation. Back then, he had lost and now still had a weaker cultivation level, but he had a plan to cultivate everything that would happen. And ensure his victory.

The door of the Sect slowly opened, dozens of Tao Gong sect disciples had lined up. They on average had the cultivation of senior and junior mandalas.

After it opened, Jun Hui said coldly. “Destroy them.”

All the disciples nodded and drew his sword, then came out with the spirit of a knight.

Meanwhile Zhao Wei smiled and pulled out his sword. “Brothers! Show us our true strength!”

“Good Mr Zhao!”

They then ran bravely.

When they met each other, they all took out their respective Mandala rings and started fighting.

Snow falling gold adorned their fight.

Above the sky, Xue Ni was still constantly trying to get close to her son. And Hao yu tried to help him.

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Deep in the forest with the sun already in the western horizon, Guang Ling fell and eventually died. He wanted to say with his face filled with shock, but his death first picked him up. Then blood came out of his neck.

Not far from there, Bing jiazhi stood with a sword in the tancabkan. Blood dripped on his sword blade. He coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood.

“Am I going to die?”

He said with a pale face. Half of his body was covered with wounds. And it was extremely difficult to heal, considering how he had forcibly raised his cultivation level to the level of a realm mandala expert chief in a matter of a few minutes to fight Guang Ling.

He should not have done so and waited slowly to rise, but he had no choice but to do so.

The cultivation improvement technique that the Library guards gave him was extremely valuable and powerful. And this is the biggest risk, especially Bing Jiazhi doing it more severely.

His body had been damaged and he was inflicted with severe internal injuries. He could hear nothing more and slowly his vision became blurry.

He could not defend his body and ended up unconscious. But before that, he smelled a very fragrant smell and his body felt that someone was holding it.

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Liang then carried Bing Jiazhi under a nearby tree. Then slowly lean on it. He pulled out a cloth and wiped the blood on Bing Jiazhi's face and hands.

After making sure there was no blood left, Liang then went to look for the herbs. He knew what had happened to Bing Jiazhi. The effect of the scroll technique was indeed very deadly. He had previously forgotten to say if something like this happened to have to find a medicinal plant to cure him. Although the plant does not ensure it will heal, at least the wound suffered will heal faster.

However, like most herbs, the more useful they are and their efficacy, the more difficult they are to find.

Slowly the sun began to fall and replaced the full moon. Then the sunlight rose from the eastern horizon, but only slightly felt, which caused the snow to constantly thicken.

The night was darker and the day fainter than before.

Xue Ni and Hao yu tried their hardest to get close to his son.

Arya grew weaker and the Tao Gong sect disciples began to replace the weak ones. But as the number of souls increased, they overwhelmed and added to the power of the aryas. Even some of the leaders helped.

Meanwhile, the fight between the Tao Gong sect disciples and Zhao wei's men continued. Despite the overnight fighting time, the two sides were still balanced and there were no casualties. But there are some wounded.

In the morning, Liang brought back a bowl of purple liquid. It was a purple turmeric herbal plant herb that was hard to find and it was very expensive. Very good at making medicine for internal and external wounds. The speed of the charging was also very fast.

It came with dirty and shabby clothes. His hair was messy and his face dirty. But that did not hinder her beauty.

When he came, Zhu Han had been near Bing Jiazhi. He then looked at Liang, and was fixated on her beauty. For the first time, he had seen a fairy. With his white clothes, slim body and long hair, he had been fascinated with it.

Liang paid no heed to that gaze and gave Bing Jiazhi a drink.

Zhu Han had been there for an entire night. He has made several attempts to cure Bing Jiazhi. But it was only able to make Bing Jiazhi's injuries improve. Zhu Han continued to try until his energy ran out.

He then decided to keep watch there, and wait for his sister to come back.

Liang then sat there and combed his hair with a comb that he always carried.

Zhu Han couldn't bear to ask about the girl. He asked doubtful about who he was.

“I'm his wife.”

Suddenly the mood became quiet. Snow fell and the wind kept blowing. But in Zhu Han's ears he heard nothing.

The girl's reply made her both surprised and disappointed. She understood, she was the wife of her Junior sister.

However, Zhu Han began to think, why is this girl in front of him getting married so very young. Women usually marry between the ages of thirty and forty. They were not afraid of not getting married, because with their cultivation level, they could live forever. Thinking about it made him ask. “Why did you get married young?”

Liang looked at him gently and he replied in a tone like a calm wind. “because he has helped me.”

“If I help you, will you marry me?”

Liang remained silent for a moment and nodded.

They both fell silent afterwards. Zhu Han thought about Liang. While Liang himself sat down and hugged his knees. He drowned his face in both lutu and fell asleep.

That night, he didn't sleep at all. He continued to walk in search of purple turmeric, fighting with various monsters and looking for food to eat. He was very tired and needed to sleep for a while.

However, Bing Jiazhi woke up, then coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood. Then he leaned against the tree.

“Junior Ad.” Zhu Han helped him.