The moment Shen Xinghun's eyes were about to close, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. He stretched out his hand and Shen Xinghun felt as if something had been broken. He was attacked by a backlash force throughout his body.

"Click!"

The sound was very crisp, as if something was shattered, and the same sound continued to rise and fall. Shen Xinghun collapsed to the ground, with no trace of vitality on his face, and he was afraid that it was not far from death.

As he fell to the ground, a man appeared in the field, wearing a light blue gown with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Disciples of Xuanzong, fighting is forbidden. If you are so mentally and unsuitable for your cultivation, you should go down the mountain!"

The man spoke very strongly. He didn't care about Shen Xinghun's injuries. Instead, he looked at Chu Zhaonan not far away with some concern.

Even though Shen Xinghun was in poor condition, he kept sneering in his heart. This person was obviously favoring Chu Zhaonan.

After waiting for a while, Shen Xinghun stood up. The man in a light blue gown took a deep breath and continued to speak:

"Well, God has the virtue of being alive. Judging from your poor condition, you will only allow you to be able to do so for a few days."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved his hand, Shen Xinghun disappeared instantly. By the time he appeared, he had already returned to Izumi Peak.

He used his hands and feet to climb into his room, tilted his head, and completely unconscious.

Three days passed, and Shen Xinghun woke up. At this time, he was already lying on the bed. Not only that, he was covered with a quilt. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a back.

The back was wearing a light yellow long skirt, exuding a faint fragrance. At this time, he was lying on the table not far away, obviously feeling a little tired, so he lay there to rest.

Shen Xinghun was upset, coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. The figure suddenly stood up and looked at Shen Xinghun anxiously.

What caught my eye was an exquisite face, with curved eyebrows, eyes like autumn water, white nose and white teeth, and a little red lips that was breathtaking.

Shen Xinghun naturally recognized who this person was, Ming Ruolu, who claimed to be his senior sister.

Seeing Shen Xinghun awaken, Ming Ruolu's frown brows slightly relaxed.

"Don't move, have a good rest!"

Ming Ruoluo pressed Shen Xinghun's shoulder, and then footsteps came from the door. A man in black walked into the door. It was Ye Wuqiu.

"You are really capable of struggling. You are so seriously injured and you dare to fight to the death!"

Ye Wuqiu brought in a bowl of medicinal soup and handed it to Ming Ruolu, signaling her to feed Shen Xinghun medicine.

Ming Ruolu took the medicine bowl, put it at his mouth and blew the heat, scooped up a spoon with a small spoon, and handed it to Shen Xinghun's mouth.

Judging from her actions, it should not be the first time she has fed medicine to Shen Xinghun.

Shen Xinghun hesitated a little and opened his mouth, but his heart was very strange. He had never treated this way before. Looking at Ming Ruoluo's slender fingers, he secretly praised in his heart.

"Where is me, my master?"

Shen Xinghun's voice is still very weak, so he has to pause for a while if he has these few words.

Ye Wuqiu shook his head. They had been taking care of Shen Xinghun for nearly three days, but they had never seen Wang Tianyun and didn't know where they went.

It is known that Shen Xinghun was seriously injured because of Ye Wuqiu. After he sent elixirs to Shen Xinghun last time, he was still worried when he returned. The next day, he got better elixirs, but when he saw Shen Xinghun become like this, he was panicked at the time. In the end, he had no choice but to find Ming Ruolu.

The two carefully took care of Shen Xinghun for three days, and during this period they fed him some treasures to help him recover.

Three more days passed, and Shen Xinghun can walk now, but at first glance, he still looked thin and thin, without recovering a trace of it.

What made Shen Xinghun feel most panicked was that he could not feel the existence of spiritual energy, and the spiritual veins in his body completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

He originally wanted to release the ball, but he tried it several times but failed. Finally, he wanted to see if there was no spiritual energy in his spiritual vein, but found that he could not do it at all.

Shen Xinghun is exactly the same as an ordinary person, and his body is even far inferior to that of an ordinary person.

Another four days have passed, and now it has been ten days since the battle that day. During this period, Shen Xinghun was also trying to practice, but without any progress, he still couldn't feel the existence of spiritual energy.

"well!"

Shen Xinghun sighed, got up and walked to the window, looking at the night sky outside the window, his heart couldn't be calm.

He was confused and lost the power of cultivation. In this upper realm without any relatives, he didn't know what else he could do.

The night on the mountain was a little cold, and Shen Xinghun couldn't help but shivered, and had no choice but to return to the bed and cover the quilt.

He could not remember how long he hadn't paid attention to the change in temperature. Now it was completely different. Just a little chill made him tremble all over.

Not only that, he will feel hungry now, so he has to prepare some food every day to satisfy his hunger, so that he can maintain the most basic life.

Ten days, with the careful care of Ye Wuqiu and his two others, Shen Xinghun was able to move freely, but his appearance never recovered. His skin was still covered with bones, and his teeth were also falling off a lot. There was not a single hair on his head, and his eyes were dark yellow and dull. At first glance, he was a twilight old man.

The next morning, Shen Xinghun breathed in front of the sun rising in the morning and practiced. He wanted to find a way to restore his cultivation. It had been three consecutive days without any change. Shen Xinghun gradually lost his patience.

The power of cultivation is his entire reliance on survival in the upper realm. Now that this reliance has disappeared, he will become an ordinary person without any cultivation or any magical powers. If he wants to accomplish anything, he must do it himself.

"Shen Xinghun, his personality is tyrannical and bloodthirsty. Xuanzong wants to let you go down the mountain quickly!"

Shen Xinghun looked up and saw that it was the man wearing a light blue long gown that day.

"Who are you? You keep asking me to go down the mountain?"

The man smiled and took out a token from his body, which had the word order written on it.

"I come from the Order Hall, so I naturally have this right!"

"Go down the mountain quickly so that I won't be able to do it myself!"

Shen Xinghun nodded. It turned out to be a member of the Order Palace, no wonder this was the case.

"I want to meet my master!"

"Ha, do you think Wang Tianyun can save you if he is here? No one can change me if I ask you to go down the mountain!"

Shen Xinghun sighed inwardly, knowing that he had to leave today. Not to mention that Wang Tianyun is not here, what can he do if he is really here? He has no cultivation at all and can't change anything at all.

"When I leave a letter!"

Shen Xinghun turned around and entered the room, took out the paper and pen and left a few lines of farewell words.

Then he simply packed his luggage, carried a small package, and headed straight to the bottom of the mountain.

"Steal your identity jade tablet!"

Before leaving, the man from the Order Hall in the air continued to make things difficult for Shen Xinghun and asked him to hand over the jade plaque that represented his identity.

"This is a gift from Master, what does it have to do with you?"

The man from the Order Palace glanced at Shen Xinghun, smiled coldly, and said nothing, looking at Shen Xinghun's back until he completely disappeared.

Now Shen Xinghun has no cultivation and no destination. This upper world is unfamiliar to him and he doesn’t know where to live.

He just left Xuanzong all the way, wandering aimlessly in this vast upper realm, without purpose or direction.

He was like a ghost, floating in front of everyone's eyes, but no one could see it, without any sense of existence.

He was confused. What is the future path and whether he still has a chance to go back to the lower realm and take a look.

Along the way, he would eat some dried wild fruits and food to satisfy his hunger when he was hungry. When he was thirsty, he would also quench his thirst. The only thing he had to care about was the ferocious beasts that kept appearing.

Each of these ferocious beasts has cultivation, and they are already stronger than humans, which almost caused Shen Xinghun to be in danger several times.

Half a month passed, and the dry food he wrapped had disappeared a day ago, and there were no wild fruits nearby to satisfy his hunger. Shen Xinghun only felt that his eyes had begun to blur.

After insisting on walking forward for a while, Shen Xinghun was delighted and finally saw a small village. Not only this village, but also dozens of families, Shen Xinghun seemed to have seen food, walked forward quickly, and used all his strength.

"Old Zhao, you see, the medicine you picked is spiritual. I have only taken this disease once and it's almost gone."

"Oh, you are not that amazing. You are not just practicing martial arts for a young age, and you have a good foundation."

Shen Xinghun was slightly stunned. He knew this old Zhao, who was the one who collected herbs.

When he first came to the upper realm, Shen Xinghun was lying on a cliff. Fortunately, he was rescued by Lao Zhao and lived to this day.

Unexpectedly, he came here by chance today. Looking at Lao Zhao's face that had no change, Shen Xinghun smiled slightly, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if it was a sense of security.

"Zhao, Uncle Zhao!"

Shen Xinghun hesitated for the following moments, thinking about how he looks now, would it be a bit awkward to call him Uncle Zhao?

"You are...Who are you?"

When he heard someone calling Uncle Zhao, Lao Zhao subconsciously looked over, but was startled by the person in front of him.

"Uncle Zhao, it's me, Shen Xinghun!"

"Ah? Are you the Star Soul?"

Lao Zhao remembered that there was such a person who was recuperating at his home, but there was no overlap with the person in front of him.

Although Shen Xinghun is not very outstanding, he also has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a righteous look. The person in front of him is old and the person who is about to die.

"Uncle Zhao, this is a long story. Is there anything to eat?"

Lao Zhao's expression changed slightly, then he laughed out loud and took out a piece of roasted sweet potato from his arms.

"Give it, I haven't eaten the roasted sweet potatoes that Ling'er brought me!"

Shen Xinghun's mind was instantly pulled. When he came to the upper world, the best delicacy he had ever eaten was this.

After taking the roasted sweet potatoes sent by Lao Zhao, Shen Xinghun swallowed them voraciously and ate them all in a short moment.

"I finally came back once, leave, and go home with me!"

Old Zhao grabbed Shen Xinghun and succeeded, and headed straight for his house.
Chapter completed!