Chapter 243 Helpless
Fengtian military camp.

Tang Can secretly received news that someone was going to attack Chen Xian.

"court death!"

She walked out of the tent angrily and called Xiahou Feng and others to rush to the prison.

However, by then, peace had been restored in the prison. Chen Xian was lying on the stone bed, his body burning with a faint golden-blue flame, motionless.

"Hold on!" Xiahou Feng said.

There was still anger in Tang Can's eyes. She turned around and ran straight to the Demon Suppression Headquarters.

Chen Xian was assassinated at this critical moment, and it was all the responsibility of the Demon Suppression General.

Lu Jiangyuan was also ordering the black-clad soldiers to guard the prison. When he saw Tang Can and Xiahou Feng rushing in, he understood their purpose.

"General Tang, please calm down. It was indeed my negligence before. I have already sent soldiers in black to guard outside the cell." Lu Jiangyuan said with a serious expression.

He was not afraid of Tang Can. If Chen Xian really died in prison, he would be held responsible.

Seeing that Lu Jiangyuan's attitude was okay, Tang Can's anger subsided by half, and he asked in a cold voice: "Who did it?"

"Shatian Pavilion." Lu Jiangyuan did not hide anything and said, "A strong man in the supernatural realm was hit by a sword in the chest. He should not be able to recover in the short term."

"You Shatian Pavilion are looking for death!" Tang Can clenched his fists fiercely.

A hint of coldness flashed across Xiahou Feng's eyes. He glanced at Lu Jiangyuan and left with Tang Can without saying anything.

The Shatian Pavilion is a killer organization whose lair is very secretive.

However, with the means of his Xiahou family, it is still easy to find the lair of the Shatian Pavilion.

……

The twenty-seventh day of the winter month.

Heavy snow fell in Fengtian City.

Ever since Chen Xian was assassinated by the people from Shatian Pavilion, he has been quiet.

However, the news that Chen Xian's soul body was shattered and he was practicing the Nine-Transformation Yang God spread among the seven major families, the Prince of Pingjiang, the Marquis of Jing'an, the Fenglei Sect and other forces.

These major forces were secretly discussing that Chen Xian had been assassinated and might have died in prison.

However, there was no news of Chen Xian's death, and people believed that Chen Xian was going through a life-and-death crisis.

It’s about time now. If he doesn’t wake up, he will be dead.

The fourth floor of the prison.

Tang Can and Xiahou Feng brought generals above the Tiangang realm in the military camp to guard outside the cell, and Lu Jiangyuan also brought people with him.

Because in two days, Chen Xian will be able to survive if he succeeds in reincarnating from death to rebirth.

In the cell.

On the stone bed, golden-blue yang fire was burning on Chen Xian's body. The yang fire not only condensed his spiritual body, but also burned through his flesh, bones, and soul.

However, the trace of consciousness in Chen Xian was still wrapped in darkness. He secretly calculated that forty-seven days had passed and he would wake up in two days.

But he found that his small flame of consciousness was unable to shake the darkness around him and let him see the light.

"No rush, there are still two days!" He uttered a weak voice in his consciousness.

In the next cell.

The drunkard was lying on the stone bed, with his legs crossed and his worn-out shoes swinging, humming, "Drink today if you have wine, sleep tomorrow if you don't have wine, sleep, sleep, you are happy, I am happy, but the man in his family is not happy, crying in the middle of the night..."

Outside the cell.

Lu Jiangyuan and others looked at each other.

Tang Can and Xiahou Feng frowned and looked towards the cell next door, only to see a sloppy old man looking very leisurely.

Tang Can turned to look at Lu Jiangyuan: "Lu Sizheng, who is he?"

Lu Jiangyuan smiled bitterly: "A drunkard."

Xiahou Feng muttered, "Drunkard? What kind of person is that?"

Lu Jiangyuan couldn't explain it clearly, because he couldn't find out anything about the drunkard, so he asked the head of the Lu family.

After hearing his description, Lu Jianyu, the head of the Lu family, simply said, "Treat him with respect!"

So Lu Jiangyuan was very polite to the drunkard and released him immediately. However, the drunkard refused to leave and insisted on staying in jail.

He could only offer her good wine and delicious food.

Tang Can had never heard of any drunkard, but he felt that the old man was no ordinary person.

"What a pretty girl, do you have a boyfriend?"

Just as he was thinking, he heard the voice of a drunkard. Tang Can couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "You old pervert, behave yourself in prison."

"Hey, little girl, how can you talk to an old man like that?" The drunkard was unhappy when he heard it.

Tang Can lowered her crystal red lips and just turned around, she found the drunkard standing in front of her. She was startled and looked back at the cell, it was empty.

Then he looked at the drunkard in front of him: "You, you, why did you come out?"

Xiahou Feng was also surprised.

"Why can't the old man come out?" The drunkard shook his head, grabbed Tang Can's wrist, and disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already in Chen Xian's cell.

Tang Can couldn't help but widen his eyes with a look of disbelief.

Outside the cell, Xiahou Feng was also stunned: "General Tang...!"

Soon, he found Tang Can and the drunkard appeared in the cell where Chen Xian was, "This, this is the Sky Breaking Realm, the Human Martial Emperor?"

Lu Jiangyuan also widened his eyes and looked into the cell.

In the cell, the drunk man pulled Tang Can's wrist and said, "Hey, little girl, are you his friend?"

Tang Can was still in shock and nodded blankly.

"That's good, that's good. Since your friend can't wake up, it all depends on you." The drunkard said with a chuckle, with a malicious look on his face.

Tang Can frowned: "Senior, what do you mean?"

The drunkard laughed and said, "Your friend has too much Yang fire, he needs someone to help him, women are the best, once Yin and Yang merge, everything will be fine..."

Tang Can didn't understand at first, but as she listened, her face suddenly turned red, "Senior, you, what nonsense are you talking about." The drunkard grinned and said, "If your friend can't wake up, this is the only way!"

Tang Can got nervous and blushed, "That, that won't work either."

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the stone bed, the golden-blue yang fire on Chen Xian's body was burning wildly, with no signs of extinguishing.

Today is the 49th day of the Nine Transformations of Yang God, his reincarnation from death.

Chen Xian regained consciousness and was resurrected.

If you cannot wake up, that flame of consciousness will be swallowed by the darkness, and your flesh, blood, bones, and soul will be turned into ashes by the Nine-Turn Yang Fire.

Everyone inside and outside the cell was waiting.

Of course, those families and forces that are paying attention to Chen Xian are also waiting for news.

In Daning Palace.

Emperor Ning closed his eyes and rested, he was also waiting for news from Fengtian City.

If Chen Xian can wake up in the first turn, then the chance of surviving the subsequent events will increase a little. If he cannot wake up, he will die completely.

In Fengtian's cell.

Tang Can, Xiahou Feng, Lu Jiangyuan and others stood at the edge and watched quietly. Chen Xian was surrounded by golden-blue yang fire. However, what made them feel strange was that the fire had no temperature. It neither generated heat nor gave off cold air.

The drunkard leaned against the stone wall, took a sip of wine and said, "Don't be so nervous, it's not time yet."

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening, and it was only more than two hours since Chen Xian woke up.

It's snowing heavily outside.

In the cell, everyone was anxiously waiting.

Time passed little by little.

Chen Xian was lying on the stone bed. The golden-blue yang fire on his body showed no signs of weakening. Instead, it became stronger and more vigorous.

in the dark.

Chen Xian’s flame of consciousness was struggling frantically.

He calculated the time and thought it was almost time for him to wake up, but he could not open his eyes no matter what. Not only that, the tide of darkness came even more fiercely, impacting his consciousness so much that the flames of consciousness flickered.

"Why can't I wake up? Why can't I see any light? Why can't I use any power?" Chen Xian let out an unwilling roar from the flames of his consciousness.

If he cannot wake up, the flame of his consciousness will be extinguished. Once extinguished, his soul and body will be burned to ashes, which means he will truly die.

"No, no, I can't die. My father and sister are still waiting for me. The person who wants to kill me is still alive. How can I die?"

"If I die, my father and sister will definitely live..."

The flame of Chen Xian's consciousness struggled frantically, trying to break through the tide of darkness, but he found himself so powerless and helpless.

The more intense the struggle, the stronger the tide of darkness. The flame of consciousness is impacted to become smaller and smaller, unstable and could be extinguished at any time.

"no no……!"

Chen Xian let out a roar of unwillingness, tension, and anger in his consciousness.

After he 'faked his death', the people from the Killing Heaven Pavilion attacked him. Although he was stabilized, the fire of his consciousness was affected and became very weak.

Chen Xian didn't know who attacked him, but he felt angry.

He hadn't paid attention to the fire of consciousness before, but now he realized that the fire of consciousness is crucial to whether he can wake up. Once affected, the fire of consciousness will become weak, and the moment he wakes up again, he will be unable to resist the invasion of the tide of darkness.

The so-called dark tide is the impact of the power of death.

The drunkard drank and frowned. Logically, Chen Xian should have woken up, and then he would enter the final stage of condensing his soul body.

But there is still half an hour before midnight, and if he doesn't wake up, it will be the fiftieth day.

The fire of consciousness will become weaker.

"Help him!" Suddenly, the drunkard looked at Tang Can and said.

"How can I help him?" Even though he was the general of Fengtian Army, Tang Can was a little at a loss at the moment.

"Of course, Yin and Yang merge, and both get out."

The drunkard yelled at Xiahou Feng, Lu Jiangyuan and others.

Everyone was stunned. What is the fusion of yin and yang?
Tang Can's face flushed, "Senior Jiu, is there no other way besides this?"

The drunkard shook his head and said, "Even if there is, it's too late."

Tang Can was speechless: "Then why didn't you tell me two days ago?"

The drunkard grinned and said, "You didn't ask, so the old man thought you were willing."

Tang Can: “……!!”

At this time, the drunkard pushed everyone out of the cell, closed the iron door, and told everyone not to open their spiritual eyes or peek.

Lu Jiangyuan said: "Senior, this, this is not appropriate."

The drunkard curled his lips: "What do you mean by okay or not? Do you want to watch him die?"

Lu Jiangyuan: “This…!”

To be honest, the fact that Chen Xian failed in his ninth transformation to Yang God and died had nothing to do with him.

So at this moment, he didn't care whether Chen Xian lived or died.

As for Tang Can, she is a member of the Tang family and the Princess Shangyang.

If something like that happened to her in the cell and it got out, he would have to quit his job as Si Zheng and would probably be hunted down by the Tang family.

In the cell.

Tang Canyu's face flushed, she understood what the drunkard meant.

But she only admired Chen Xian's talent, his stunning youth, his decisiveness, his loyalty and righteousness, and that he had helped her before.

She really hadn't thought it through when she was asked to sacrifice herself to help Chen Xian.

However, time waits for no one, and Tang Can paced anxiously in the cell.

“Little girl, do you want an old man to help you make up your mind…?” The voice of a drunkard came from outside the cell.

(End of this chapter)