Super Seminary: Start by making up the three seafood generals!

"Damn it, he's still so stubborn even after he's dead?"

“It moved. It moved again!”

"Oh no, the immortal sword stuck in his body can't be taken back!"

"..."

The onlookers' children of Wang Quan looked at Wang Quan Fugui who had come back to life in the pit. They all looked at each other in shock, their faces full of surprise.

Everyone subconsciously raised their hand gestures, intending to kill Wang Quan Fugui again.

This scene was seen by a young man in Taoist robes standing on the roof of a tall building outside the palace.

Huangtu Baiye looked at Wang Quan Fugui with a complicated expression. Even though he only had his last breath left, he still hugged Su Xiaoli tightly. He looked at the patriarch of the Wang Quan clan across the hall.

"You are wrong, you are all wrong!"

"Everyone thinks that he should be dead at this moment, but in his heart, he must feel that he has never been so alive as he is now!"

Huang Tu Baiye sighed softly, and his hand fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist without him noticing.

The next second, the imperial sword intent soared into the sky.

"One hundred or eighty immortal swords besieged an unarmed man. Is this the style of the royal lineage?"

A cold voice sounded, and Huangtu Baiye jumped and stood in front of Wang Quanfugui.

The Huangtu sword in his hand, carrying endless cold light, swept across many royal descendants.

The threat is self-evident.

"The imperial plan is a matter for my royal lineage, and I don't need you to interfere!"

In the crowd, looking at Huangtu Baiye who suddenly appeared, the old man who gave orders frowned and walked forward, looking at Huangtu Baiye with fear.

In response, Huangtu Baiye simply ignored the old man and did not heed his warning at all. Instead, he looked straight into the hall.

An old figure walked out slowly.

Many of Wang Quan's sons followed Huang Tu Baiye's gaze and discovered the Wang Quan clan leader walking out of the hall.

"Clan leader!"

"Clan leader!"

"Chief, please take action quickly and stop this ignorant young man!"

Seeing Patriarch Wang Quan walking out of the hall, the old man who had been giving orders before seemed to have found his center. His originally fearful expression instantly relaxed, and he stepped forward and spoke enthusiastically.

In response, the old patriarch simply glanced at him, and then turned his attention to the imperial ambitions.

"Are you really going to take him away?"

"A person like him shouldn't die here!"

Huangtu Baiye held the sword in his hand and looked at the patriarch of Wangquan without fear.

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?" Patriarch Wang Quan's voice showed no emotion.

"It's nothing more than wandering around the world." Huang Tu Baiye said softly, without a trace of fluctuation on his face.

This made the Wangquan clan leader, who had been staring at him, show a rare hint of emotion on his face, and then he turned around silently.

"You guys go!" A sigh was heard, and the figure of Patriarch Wang Quan gradually disappeared into the hall.

Following his order, Huang Tu Bai Ye, led Wang Quan Fugui, walked down Taiyue Mountain step by step under the unwilling gaze of many royal descendants.

Not long after, at the foot of the mountain, Huang Tu Baiye stopped in front of a huge rock. His complex gaze was fixed on the rock, at which were the four large characters "Heaven and Earth Dao Alliance" carved with supreme sword intent.

"I'm sorry, father. I also want to find the meaning of my life!"

……

After a while, at the mountain gate of Tiandi Daomeng, where the imperial ambitions were originally located.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and then a middle-aged man with a heroic appearance appeared here.

Looking at the Huangtu sword stuck in the middle of the road, the middle-aged man silently pulled it out.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City, revealing a face that was seven points similar to Huang Tu Baiye.

"Are we still a step too late after all?"

On the other side, outside the city of Chang'an, in a dilapidated thatched cottage in the center of the village.

At this time, Su Xiaoli, who was covered in wounds, opened her eyes in confusion on the wooden bed.

The middle-aged woman who was taking care of her saw this, stood up excitedly and ran out of the house.

"He's awake! The patient is awake! Ah Niu, go and call Master Huangtu!"

The noisy sounds outside the door made Su Xiaoli, who was a little dizzy at the moment, feel even more uncomfortable.

He subconsciously propped himself up and started to find out the surrounding situation.

The low eaves, the patched bedding, and the roughly treated wounds on the body all indicate how simple the conditions were.

"Where...is this?"

Su Xiaoli covered her head with her hands in pain, thinking about the reason why she fell into a coma this time.

As the pain in her head came, images emerged in Su Xiaoli's mind.

She covered her head in pain, sat on the bed with her whole body shaking, and the sounds coming out of her mouth were intermittent.

"I remember... I had just left Chang'an City, and then... I was surrounded by a group of Taoist priests holding sharp blades. After being captured... I met a middle-aged Taoist priest."

"Then...I seemed to hear the voice of Wang Quanfugui?"

When Su Xiaoli recalled the last part, her painful expression suddenly froze and she looked around hurriedly, trying to find the familiar figure in her memory.

This scene happened to be seen by Huangtu Baiye who walked in from outside.

"You are so energetic, it seems that you are indeed fine!"

After a brief pause, Huangtu Baiye calmly looked at Su Xiaoli, put down the basin in his hand, pointed at the wall and said:

“He was next door and the situation wasn’t ideal.”

"I want to see him!"

"Auntie, help her up."

Looking at Su Xiaoli who was looking at him stubbornly, Huangtu Baiye frowned, turned around and shouted towards the door.

A moment later, in another hut.

With the help of the old lady, Su Xiaoli, who was still seriously injured, approached the wooden bed tremblingly.

Looking at Wang Quanfugui, who was lying on the sickbed with a weak breath,

Su Xiaoli's eyes turned red at some point, and tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes.

Su Xiaoli broke free from the old lady's supporting hand, staggered, and knelt down beside the bed in embarrassment, covering Wang Qianfugui's hand with trembling hands.

He was talking to himself like a madman.

"It turns out that those fragmented memories were real... not a dream!"

"I am willing!"

“I am willing to accompany you to see the vast desert, snow-capped mountains and beautiful waters.

"As long as you want to go, Xiaoli is willing to accompany you!"

"Xiao Li, I just want you to wake up. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

"It's all... it's all Xiaoli's fault. If I had left Chang'an City earlier, would all this have never happened?"

………………

Outside the thatched cottage, the sky gradually darkened. Huangtu Baiye leaned against the railing, looking blankly into the distant sky.

Step. Step.

Faint footsteps were heard behind him, and Huangtu Baiye moved his head slightly when he heard the sound.

"There are 17 sword wounds all over his body, six of which are fatal. If it weren't for his own powerful magic power, Wang Quan Fugui would not be alive today."

"But even so, he is already exhausted and could die at any time."

"I advise you to prepare for the worst!"