Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 180 Reinforcements Arrive, Old Friends Reunited

After a full day and night of bloody fighting, the Holy Land of Fuyao was already devastated.

Many mountain peaks were shattered by the aftershocks of the battle, and the ground was crisscrossed with ravines.

Broken weapons and fragments of damaged magical artifacts were scattered everywhere.

The soil was soaked with blood, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

The ground was littered with the wounded and the dead, and the sounds of pain and gasps could be heard everywhere.

The three thousand Daoist cultivators continued to emerge from the teleportation array, and the disciples below, looking at the array, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, even if the Guardian Alliance comes again, they will not be afraid.

The Taoist academy's troops were well-organized and clearly structured, clearly indicating that they were seasoned veterans.

Two thousand Sky Patrol Guards led the way, all clad in black scale-patterned armor, their armor gleaming coldly.

Everyone held a standard-issue long spear, its blade gleaming coldly.

Their aura was chilling, and their fighting spirit was restrained when they marched in formation. They were the backbone of the Dao Academy's conquest of all directions.

The remaining thousand people followed closely behind the Sky Patrol Guards, mainly disciples who specialized in talismans, formations, and medicine.

Three thousand disciples from the Daoist academy landed steadily in front of the teleportation array on the main peak of Fuyao, their formation impeccable.

At the very front of the procession, an elderly man dressed in a blue Taoist robe slowly stepped forward.

His hair and beard were all white, and his eyes shone brightly; he was none other than Chongming, the Daoist elder who passed on his skills.

Chongming glanced at the Fuyao Holy Land and instantly sensed the ferocity of the previous battle, his expression turning solemn.

Ling Tian suppressed his injuries and, together with Bi Xiao, stepped forward to meet Chongming.

Lu Ming, led by Chu Tianyi, bowed and greeted the Daoist disciples, including Xia Linxian: "Greetings, Elder Transmission of Skills."

"Yes, I have heard about your deeds in Shenzhou and Zhongzhou. They are all excellent!" Chongming did not hide his admiration at all.

Looking at the young, top disciples of the academy, all of them weak and injured, Chongming sighed with emotion.

Many of the disciples here were mentored by him, and the disciples of the academy were all guided by him during their first few years of training in the outer sect.

But when he glanced at Lu Ming, his eyes paused slightly.

With his level of cultivation, he naturally had a photographic memory. Even though Lu Ming had grown up, he recognized Lu Ming with just a glance.

In his memory, Lu Ming had shown his talent in the outer sect competition before going to the Immortal Ruins, and was later swallowed by a void rift in the Immortal Ruins.

I never imagined that I would reunite with my fellow disciples from the Taoist academy today.

But this wasn't the time for his curiosity; the person's return was more important than anything else.

Ling Tian stepped forward and bowed slightly, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you've finally arrived. If you had come even half a day later, I fear I would have been in grave danger." Ling Tian said with a sigh of relief.

Chongming immediately returned the greeting, saying, "We are deeply grateful for the strong support from the Holy Land of Fuyou. The Daoist Academy will never forget this. Thank you for your hard work, Holy Master."

"Now that the fighting has temporarily ceased, let us first help settle the wounded and reorganize the battlefield, so as not to give the enemy a chance to make a comeback."

"Fellow Daoist is right. I will heal my injuries first and we can talk again another day. Thank you for your trouble." After saying this, Ling Tian went straight back to his palace.

He not only had to heal his injuries, but also had to reseal the Heavenly Secret Seal of the Fuyao Holy Land. Every moment the Heavenly Secret Seal remained open, the more the primordial energy of heaven and earth that Fuyao had accumulated over ten thousand years would be lost.

Chongming immediately issued an order: "The Sky Patrol Guards will be stationed at key points in all four directions, maintaining full alert and strictly preventing any counterattack from the Dao Alliance!"

"The formation masters immediately set up multiple alert and defensive formations to reinforce all defenses!"

"The rest of the disciples will join us in treating the wounded!"

As soon as the order was given, the three thousand Daoist cultivators immediately sprang into action.

The Sky Patrol Guards, armed with long spears, formed ranks and quickly occupied strategic locations, their black iron armor clanging loudly.

The array master raised his hand and activated a spiritual incantation, and one after another, arrays shimmering with spiritual light landed, layer upon layer protecting the entire Fuyou Sacred Land.

The talisman master moved among the wounded, flicking his fingertips, and streams of light and talismans landed on the injured, the gentle spiritual light seeping into their bodies and temporarily stabilizing their injuries.

Those cultivators who were also skilled in medicine would concentrate on casting spells, drawing spiritual energy to nourish their meridians, or using healing artifacts to treat their severely injured disciples.

Standing in the crowd, Lu Ming felt a sense of oppression upon seeing the tragic state of the injured on the ground.

Although Lu Mingbing did not study medicine, he specialized in the profound mysteries of the physical body through the Xuanwu True Skill, and also gained some insights from the seventh chapter of the Golden Glory Manual.

Lu Ming's understanding of the human body's meridians, acupoints, and the flow of qi and blood far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators.

In addition, Lu Ming himself was transformed by divine blood, and his internal blood and qi were as abundant as the sea, giving him unique healing power.

Lu Ming moved among the wounded, constantly transferring his blood and energy to the disciples of Fuyao.

Lu Mingxing approached a weak Fuyao disciple, gently placing his palms around the wound and circulating his Xuanwu True Skill.

The gentle blood energy flowed slowly into the other person's body through his palm, like a top-grade elixir flowing through their limbs and bones.

Ordinary elixirs are all external supplements, but Lu Ming's blood and qi power is extremely extraordinary.

In addition, Lu Ming's understanding of the human body enabled him to heal his injuries with twice the result with half the effort.

The wound, which had been bleeding profusely, healed rapidly, and his convulsing body gradually calmed down. The disciple, who was on the verge of death, slowly opened his eyes, a look of joy on his face.

"My internal injuries have mostly healed! Thank you so much for your help, Senior Brother Lu!"

Many injured people or cultivators who were healing others witnessed this scene.

For the rest of the time, Lu Ming worked tirelessly, rushing to each of the wounds.

Despite his own exhaustion from days of bloody battles, he repeatedly used his own pure blood essence to help everyone, never showing the slightest sign of slackness.

On the battlefield, everyone had already witnessed Lu Ming taking the lead and turning the tide of battle.

Seeing him rescuing his fellow disciples without regard for the cost, the disciples of Fuyao looked at Lu Ming with a surge of warmth in their eyes.

There was admiration and shame in his eyes, but no jealousy.

Perhaps some people were jealous of Lu Ming before, but when Lu Ming displayed combat power far exceeding that of his peers, everything changed.

A gap so large that it's impossible to bridge it makes one unable to feel jealous.

Many cultivators with minor injuries bowed and thanked him despite their pain. Lu Ming simply waved his hand, gave a few words of advice on recuperation, and then hurried to the next location.

After a long period of busy work, Lu Ming walked to a relatively quiet clearing in the woods.

Several seriously injured cultivators were gathered here, and several Daoist academy cultivators were busy providing first aid.

Outside the crowd, a Sky Guard stood guard to the side, his posture upright and his eyes showing a hint of fortitude.

With just a fleeting glance, Lu Ming stopped in his tracks.

Those features were deeply imprinted in his memory.

They were childhood playmates who played together in the countryside, became disciples together in the Taoist academy, and spent every day together.

He mistakenly entered the land of immortals and was trapped there for more than 30 years, after which all contact with him was lost.

More than thirty years later, when they met again, the other person was wearing the Sky Patrol Guard armor. His temperament had been tempered by the battlefield and he was no longer young and naive. For a moment, he did not recognize him.

Suppressing his excitement, Lu Ming slowly stepped forward and asked softly, "Senior brother, may I ask your esteemed name?"

The Sky Patrolman, leading his squad, was on duty when someone approached to ask him a question. He turned to look.

When his gaze fell on Lu Ming's face, the Sky Patrol Captain was also slightly taken aback, feeling that the other party's eyebrows and eyes looked very familiar.

But as time passed, Lu Ming's appearance and demeanor changed drastically. He scrutinized him carefully for a long time but still couldn't recognize him immediately. He cupped his hands and replied:

"My name is Qin Feiyu, captain of the Heavenly Patrol Guard of the Dao Academy. Fellow Daoist, you look quite familiar. I wonder if we have met before?"

"Qin Feiyu..."

Upon hearing the name, Lu Ming finally made up his mind.

The childhood memories of the two of them from over thirty years ago seemed to come back to life, and Lu Ming's voice couldn't help but be slightly excited: "Feiyu, it's me, Lu Ming."

"Lu Ming?!"

Qin Feiyu was startled, almost losing his grip on the spear. His eyes widened in shock.

He took two steps forward, stared at Lu Ming, and examined him repeatedly. The blurry memories from before instantly became clear, and the scenes of their childhood together emerged one by one.

"It really is you?! You're still alive?!" Qin Feiyu's voice suddenly rose, unable to hide his excitement.

"After you entered the Immortal Remnant Land, you completely disappeared for over thirty years. Everyone in the academy thought you had perished!"

"We searched the ruins in teams several times, but we couldn't find a single trace. I... I thought I'd never see you again!"

After saying that, Qin Feiyu stepped forward and hugged Lu Ming tightly, giving him a big hug.

Lu Ming also hugged Qin Feiyu tightly.

Overjoyed at their reunion after so long, the two were filled with delight.

Tears welled up in Qin Feiyu's eyes. After joining the Sky Patrol Guard, he had been attacking the Demonic Sect like a madman, all because he wanted to avenge Lu Ming.

Now that Lu Ming is standing right in front of him, how could he not be happy?

Looking at his old friend, Lu Ming was filled with mixed emotions, and nodded with a smile:

"I was fortunate enough to escape from the Land of Immortals, and after a long and winding journey, I have only recently returned to Zhongzhou. I apologize for causing you worry."

"It's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive!" Qin Feiyu sighed repeatedly. He looked around at the tragic battlefield and then at the murderous aura that had not yet completely faded from Lu Ming's body. He instantly understood most of the situation.

"Have you been fighting in the Holy Land of Fuyao all this time?"

"It just so happens that we're here to guard the mountain gate together," Lu Ming chuckled.

Qin Feiyu looked at Lu Ming, hesitating to speak, but he sighed softly and finally spoke:

"Hu Zhen misses you too... but she has already become a Daoist couple with Senior Brother Mu Chen..."

After so many years of experience, Qin Feiyu's mind had become very clear, and upon reflection, she could immediately recall that Lu Ming had feelings for Hu Zhen back then.

Lu Ming smiled slightly after hearing this, with a sense of relief: "I had already heard from my senior brother that if I can go back to see her this time, I will definitely give her a proper congratulations."

Qin Feiyu was slightly taken aback. He had already thought about how to comfort Lu Ming, but he didn't expect Lu Ming to be so open-minded.

"Could I have guessed wrong?" Qin Feiyu couldn't help but think to himself.

"Alright, saving lives is the most important thing right now. I have to go now. We'll talk later!" Lu Ming said to Qin Feiyu.

"Um!"

Over the years, Qin Feiyu has gradually entered the Sky Patrol Guard and risen to the rank of captain. He has experienced countless battles, both large and small, and his cultivation and state of mind have become increasingly stable.

Lu Ming has been trapped in the land of immortal ruins for more than 30 years, surviving countless near-death experiences and honing his skills along the way.

More than thirty years is enough to change many people and things, but it cannot sever the bond that has lasted since childhood.