The Undead Spirits retreated, giving the Dao Sect disciples a chance to catch their breaths. The team rested and checked their injuries.
Qin Hao walked among the disciples and offered his condolences one by one. He constantly took out elixirs from his sleeve and gave them simple bandages for minor injuries. Those with more serious injuries took elixirs to adjust their breathing.
Soon, the team calmed down.
The injuries of the disciples weren't too serious. Many of them only had abrasions and were far from Bo Simao's level.
After all, Yuan Venerate Undead Spirit Generals had a high cultivation base and could even use some of the martial techniques they had used when they were alive. Their attacks contained powerful death qi that corroded flesh and blood. Ordinary Undead Spirits didn't possess such destructive power. Although many disciples were injured, fortunately, no one died.
"Elder Chu San is much more useful than Shi Zhenhua."
Bo Minghua watched Qin Hao treat the injuries of his disciples with a serious attitude and a humble tone that made people respect him.
Before entering the cemetery, Shi Zhenhua had confidently promised that he had enough ability to deal with any danger and could take care of his disciples.
In the end, he had run away at the last minute and left the juniors of the Sect in a life-or-death situation. He had really taken good care of them. It was extremely shameful to run away without looking back.
Elder Chu San's cultivation base was far from Shi Zhenhua's. When danger came, he stayed with Bo Minghua and the others, relying on them through thick and thin. The disciples were deeply moved by this.
After this trip, the Dao Sect disciples realized that one couldn't judge a person by what they said. One had to look at their actions. Elder Chu San and Shi Zhenhua's style was simply too distinct.
"Now is not the time to blame anyone. The most important thing now is to meet up with Elder Shi Qing as soon as possible."
Bo Simao glanced at the lingering haze. This place was too dangerous, and he was very worried about Shi Qing following Shi Zhenhua.
While the team was resting, Shi Qing finally broke free from Shi Zhenhua's grasp in a direction far away from where the battle had broken out. She raised her hand and slapped Shi Zhenhua.
Slap!
The crisp sound of the slap was heard. Shi Qing glared at Shi Zhenhua with anger in her eyes.
Was abandoning a disciple something an elder could do?
Did Shi Zhenhua know what shame was?
Shi Zhenhua lowered his head, not daring to face Sheng Qing. After a long while, he finally dared to raise his head and said, "In that situation, I was in a complete mess. My mind was blank and I didn't know what to do. The only thing I could think of was to quickly bring you away from danger. Ah Qing, you should know how important you are to me."
Bo Simao was heavily injured, and his disciples were besieged by the dead spirits. He abandoned everyone and ran away. He did not want to, but he was powerless to reverse the situation.
The power of the two Undead Generals was beyond Bo Simao's ability to deal with. He was the first to consider Shi Qing's safety. Rather than leaving the entire army to be wiped out, it was better to sacrifice Bo Simao and his disciples.
After all, Shi Zhenhua was an elder of the Sword Valley. He couldn't die.
Fang Qing ignored Shi Zhenhua. She was not a naive little girl who could be fooled by two or three sweet words. She looked back, and her eyes flashed with great sadness. Then, she continued to walk alone into the center of the cemetery.
"Where are you going?"
Shi Zhenhua exclaimed.
"Emperor's tomb."
Mei Qing did not even turn her head.
"Qing, are you crazy?"
Shi Zhenhua's heart was beating violently. At this time, he should find a chance to leave the cemetery.
Otherwise, wouldn't he have saved Shi Qing for nothing?
"Using the sacrifice of Simao, Chusan, and all the disciples to survive. Now that we haven't even seen the emperor's tomb, do you think you can give up so easily?"
Shi Qing turned her head and said with a bleak smile, "Shi Zhenhua, you don't deserve to be a man. If we can't reach the emperor's tomb, I'd rather die here."
With that, Shi Qing continued to walk deeper into the cemetery. Bi 'an, Shi Dong, Shi Lang, and Ming Hua, those children were the future of the Dao Sect. They should have had a brilliant life. However, in less than a day, they were like withered flowers. How painful was that?
With such a great sacrifice, she should take responsibility. Even if it was for Bo Simao and the others, she had to go to the emperor's tomb and bring something back. Otherwise, Shi Qing would not have the face to face her father and two uncles.
"Qing, don't be unreasonable. Listen to me. I'm the only one who treats you well. Qing …" Shi Zhenhua called out loudly, but unfortunately, there was no response. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to catch up.
If he went back alone, he would definitely be severely punished by the three sect masters. Shi Qing was the daughter of the sect master. If she died, Shi Zhenhua would definitely not have an easy time.
Moreover, with his strength alone, he did not have the courage to turn back. There were too many dead souls.
In short, it was all Li Chuji's fault. He was too useless. If it were not for saving him, Bo Simao would not have been seriously injured. If he had some ability, the disciples would not have been killed by Li Chuji.
At the same time that the Dao Sect team was in danger, on the east and west sides, Taisui Mountain and Air Striking Sect were also besieged by the dead souls. The battle was even more tragic than that of the Dao Sect. Many disciples were injured and died, including many elders.
After all, in their team, there was no expert like Qin Hao secretly protecting them. None of the Dao Sect disciples died.
However, Taisui Mountain and Air Striking Sect were strong enough. After paying a price, they forced their way out of the encirclement. The remaining people also headed towards the Monarch's Tomb. Obviously, they were not frightened.
It could be seen that the two sects were indeed much stronger than the Dao Sect. If it were not for Qin Hao secretly protecting them, not many of the Dao Sect disciples would have survived.
After a series of setbacks, the three sects continued to push forward. In the blink of an eye, many days had passed. In the cemetery, the battle was always going on. Rotting corpses would suddenly appear from time to time and stab the disciples of the three sects. Moreover, they did not know whose feet they would come from. It was impossible to guard against them.
Along the way, the number of people from Taisui Mountain and Air Striking Sect decreased.
As for Qin Hao and the others, they lost their direction. The cemetery was shrouded in fog. They could not see where they were at all. Fortunately, Qin Hao had enough medicinal pills to replenish the vitality and physical strength of the disciples. In terms of condition, the Dao Sect was far better than the other two sects. They maintained a zero death rate.
"Si Qing, where are you?"
Bo Simao looked at the boundless cemetery and sighed. These days, his injuries had improved a lot. It was all thanks to Qin Hao's treatment. Although he had not recovered to his peak state, he was seventy to eighty percent better. He could once again bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the disciples.
Furthermore, Qin Hao had played an extremely important role in the team. Even Bo Simao had never thought that the owner of the Dao Sect's herb garden would actually have so many medicinal pills. There were pills of all types, and they were very plentiful. The disciples couldn't finish them all, and the team's overall combat strength was almost unaffected. Unknowingly, this alchemist with a low cultivation base who wasn't liked by many had risen in the hearts of the disciples. At the very least, everyone now had to respectfully call him Elder Li.
Bo Simao thought that this was excellent. However, because of this, he was even more worried about Si Qing's situation. She did not have any medicinal pills with her. If she encountered danger again, she might become Shi Zhenhua's sacrifice.
Now, that Sword Valley elder had no credibility in the hearts of the disciples. Being dragged down by Shi Zhenhua, Shi Lang could not raise his head anymore.