Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

Chapter 2281: Chapter 2280: Dragon Tiger Gate Unleashes Its Might

After that day, everyone in the temple was extremely grateful and respectful towards Bai Ruozhu and his companions. After attending Master Pudeng’s memorial ceremony, they bid farewell to Abbot Pu Zhu and continued on their journey.

The bump on Yizi’s head had subsided, and she remembered some things, but hadn’t fully recalled everything. It was evident that it was just the blood clot in her brain causing it, and it should recover soon.

However, Bai Ruozhu didn’t inform Jianqi about this; let Jianqi fret and worry. Sometimes, if you don’t let a man worry a bit, he won’t know how to cherish things.

Not long after Bai Ruozhu and his group set out, they were suddenly intercepted by a crowd.

Bai Ruozhu recognized the young Daoist leading them; it was the same Qiu Zhi who had spoken big words before.

Jiang Yichun, whose vision had recovered, guessed their identity from their attire and height, and immediately said coldly, ”Do you think you people can stop us? If you don’t want to die, get lost quickly!”

Qiu Zhi’s complexion turned colder, but he quickly suppressed his anger, looking at Bai Ruozhu and saying, ”What kind of demonic method did you use on my master that day? As soon as he returned, he fell ill and couldn’t recover despite consulting many doctors.”

Bai Ruozhu chuckled contemptuously, ”Are you blind? It was your master who was disrespectful to Master Pudeng at that time. His Buddhist relics showed divine power and injured you. What does that have to do with us? If you want to blame someone, blame your master for not respecting the deceased.”

”You...” A Daoist angrily wanted to curse, but was stopped by Qiu Zhi.

”I’m not here to cause trouble today or to argue with you. I just want to ask you to save my master. As long as his illness can be cured, what happened before can be written off.” Qiu Zhi said in a much calmer tone.

Jiang Yichun couldn’t help but laugh, ”Written off? So you’re saying you won’t hold us accountable for what happened before? You’ve got some nerve to say that. Whether it’s written off or not is up to you, but we can’t save someone from Dragon Tiger Gate.”

Bai Ruozhu silently praised her man in her heart, well said. Although Qiu Zhi asked for help, his tone was calmer, but deep down he was still arrogant.

”I only ask for my master’s safety, and I won’t mention anything else. I’ll also persuade my master not to dwell on the past. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have no choice but to offend you.” Qiu Zhi said.

Fo Lanying crossed her arms and said with amusement, ”We’d like to see how you plan to offend us.”

The sword formations of Dragon Tiger Gate couldn’t hurt them at all last time, and now without Qiu Zheng, their strongest person, they’re even less of a match.

Qiu Zhi held a sword in one hand and formed seals with the other, muttering something, then threw out a talisman, followed by a mouthful of blood from his tongue.

Bai Ruozhu watched everything in surprise, wondering how she had forgotten that Dragon Tiger Gate was one of the major sects specializing in exorcism and ghost expulsion, skilled in all sorts of strange spells. Previously, they hadn’t used them at the entrance of the main hall of Xinchan Temple due to its sacred nature and the fact that such spells couldn’t be used against people.

But what was he doing now?

Before she could think further, she suddenly felt a tremendous force pulling her into an abyss, leaving her no time to cry out or struggle; she was instantly drawn into darkness. In the next moment, her surroundings brightened, and she found herself inside Dragon Tiger Gate!

Because right in front of her was Qiu Zheng, who was on the brink of death, and judging from the surroundings, where else could she be if not Dragon Tiger Gate?

Suddenly, a loud sound of vomiting blood and intense coughing echoed beside her, and Bai Ruozhu turned to see that it was indeed Qiu Zhi who had performed the spell to bring her there.

Qiu Zhi’s face turned ghastly pale, resembling that of a corpse, continuously coughing up blood as if he was about to breathe his last.

Bai Ruozhu felt a bit uneasy, realizing he had used a powerful spell that backfired due to his inadequate cultivation.

Considering the distance to Dragon Tiger Gate, if such spells could be casually used, wouldn’t it defy the natural order?

”Ignore me, save... save my master!” Qiu Zhi said with effort.

Bai Ruozhu curled her lip, ”I never intended to save you. You forcibly brought me here; do you think I’d heal him willingly? Or do you think I can’t escape and will be at your mercy?”

She smiled, a murderous glint in her eyes, ”Do you believe that no matter how many people you bring, none will be able to stop me? If I don’t wish to heal, I’ll find a way to hide, ensuring you gain no advantage.”

With a thud, Qiu Zhi knelt before her.

”I won’t have anyone capture you, nor dare to force you. I only beg you to save my master. I’m willing to exchange my life for his. As long as my master survives, I’ll give you my life!” said Qiu Zhi, followed by another bout of violent coughing and blood spewing.

Bai Ruozhu stepped back, ”I see your little life is barely holding on; how will you compensate me?”

”I... I’ll survive.” He replied before changing to a cross-legged position, striving to regulate his breath.

Seeing him in this state, Bai Ruozhu felt hesitant. Killing Qiu Zhi, as well as the critically ill Qiu Zheng, was as easy as lifting a finger, but she couldn’t do it; her conscience wouldn’t allow it.

She was a modern person, brought up under the law and taught to value life. Even in these ancient times, where lives were as expendable as grass, she had a creed of not killing casually unless someone posed a threat to her or her loved ones, triggering her most sensitive nerve;

Qiu Zheng disgusted her, living off false reputations and not letting the dead rest in peace. Yet, from another perspective, he didn’t engage in any despicable acts. Otherwise, he could have easily hurt the monks in the temple who weren’t skilled in martial arts or use common people to threaten them back then.

He was perhaps too obsessed with vanquishing demons and evildoers.

And Qiu Zhi didn’t endear himself either, especially after she got caught in his major spell. But his filial piety moved her a bit.

”Saving your master requires a blood swap, your entire body’s blood. You’ll die; are you willing?” Bai Ruozhu asked suddenly.

Words of being willing to trade a life, but truly offering it were two different things.

Qiu Zhi opened his eyes from meditating, expressing a determined gaze, ”I’m willing. Without my master’s adoption, I’d have starved on the streets long ago. My life belongs to him; please, go ahead!”

”Fine, don’t regret it!” Bai Ruozhu exclaimed, drawing a dagger and slicing a wound on his wrist, placing it near Qiu Zheng.

The blood flowed down from the wound, dripping onto Qiu Zheng’s face and mainly into his mouth.

With her other hand, Bai Ruozhu pried open Qiu Zheng’s mouth, ”Since your disciple is willing to die for you, I’ll use a demonic method to let you drink his blood, absorbing his life to revive you.”

She let out a chuckle, ”Why fall into such despair that you can’t live well, dragging your most cherished disciple down with you? Besides, even if you survive this, you can’t be a Daoist anymore because demonic methods have extended your life, turning you half-demon!”