Deep down in my heart, I gave Zhang Lingyun a thumbs up for his cautious behavior.

"Shua...,"

Just as everyone was arguing over the suspended soil, soft light suddenly appeared in the deep pit, and an elliptical sphere of nearly two meters suddenly appeared.

"Look! Look...this is it!"

"The protective shield condensed by the third senior brother! Father, all the elders...!"

Everyone whose eyes were caught by the halo looked at the familiar protective shield, and the excitement in their hearts was beyond words, and they cheered and exclaimed.

"What are you looking at!? Help...get it up!"

The masked boy even jumped into the deep pit, trying to lift the huge protective shield out, completely forgetting about the immortal cultivators around him. A single spell could accomplish this.

"Master Andry, come up quickly, we can do this!"

"Lord Marquis Andry, please wait with your warriors nearby. A spell can relieve your worries!"

Seeing that the masked boy had a cold attitude just now, and the Italian warriors are now so eager to help.

Zhang Lingxiao raised his brows slightly and pursed his lips, and awkwardly invited the other party to leave and not to hinder him and others from doing things.

"I overstepped my limits, Zhang Shaoxia, please~!"

The masked boy who became the focus of everyone's attention felt ashamed and angry at his reckless behavior. He slightly bent his knees and jumped up, jumped directly out of the pit and landed more than ten meters away, waiting quietly.

"Whoosh...!"

Before Zhang Lingxiao could use his technique, the protective shield cracked in vain, and Zhang Lingyun inside slowly opened his eyes and stared into the void with a face full of surprise.

"Third Junior Brother, how are you? How are Master and the others?"

"Brother, come out quickly. How are my father and the others doing?"

As soon as Senior Brother Zhang Lingxiao finished speaking, Junior Sister Zhang Lingshuang jumped into the deep pit, pulling Zhang Lingyun who was still confused, and jumped to the ground.

"Oh...! What's wrong? Are you injured? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Listening to the exclamations of the crowd, looking at Zhang Lingyun who appeared in vain, his face was pale, his brows were furrowed, his teeth were biting his thin lips, and his body was swaying slightly as if he was about to faint at any moment.

The masked boy rushed over, pushed away the unruly little junior sister who was holding Zhang Lingyun's arm tightly, gently held him in his arms, and half-collapsed to the ground.

Before everyone could recover from the strange figure of the masked boy, they were shocked by the harmonious yet strange scene in front of them, and surrounded the two people like a swarm of bees.

"Lord Marquis Andry, this is the special healing elixir for our 'Iron-Blooded Guards'!"

Seeing that the person his young master cared about most fainted, Ji An, an Italian soldier in gray clothes, took a transparent glass bottle from the hands of the only secret guard accompanying him and handed it to him respectfully.

"Lord Andre, this person is a disciple of my Zhengyi Sect. He also practices Taoist techniques. I'm afraid your medicine won't work!"

Seeing his wife being violently pushed away, Zhang Lingyu just wanted to step forward to discuss it, but found that the third junior brother was acting strangely, so he had to restrain his anger and taunted him with cold words.

"You ungrateful guy! He risked his life to enter the magic circle to save people. You just don't care about his life or death. What qualifications do you have to stop others from saving people!?"

"He is a cold-blooded and ruthless alien who is endlessly squeezing Zhang Shaoxia's kindness. Sooner or later, you will regret it one day!"

The Italian soldiers who had frequently followed people around had long been dissatisfied with the selfish faces of Zhang Lingshuang and others.

Now, Ling Yu dared to openly mock and ridicule his own Lord Marquis, which immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the Italian soldiers, and they all loudly accused the other party.

“But when my parents died when I was young, I was able to survive thanks to the elders of the ‘Zhengyi Sect’ taking me in.

Furthermore, respecting teachers and respecting morality is a matter of etiquette in our Qing Dynasty. What qualifications do you, a barbarian from a foreign country, have to make irresponsible remarks here?"

Zhang Lingshuang, who was already feeling aggrieved by being ignored, saw that the other party did not take Zhang Lingyu, the future leader of the ‘Zhengyi Sect’, into consideration.

The naked slap in the face made Zhang Lingshuang furious and shouted back at many Italian soldiers.

"You are simply being arrogant and morally kidnapping...!"

"Raise a half-dozen children with some chaff and wild vegetables, then brainwash them with face-to-face training and words of kindness.

Then you can get free labor, live and die for yourself, and dedicate your life to the sect, what a plan!"

Ji'an, the warrior in gray clothes, waved his hand to stop his angry companion, glanced at Zhang Lingyun, who was still in a comatose state, expressed his thoughts with a calm expression and sharp words.

"You are just talking nonsense. Without that morsel of food, people will die. Why are you talking about hard work and a bright future? Stop confusing right and wrong!"

"We were sent to the legion for training since we were young. We were provided with food, shelter and monthly stipends. After we became real soldiers, we received continuous military pay. What about you!?"

As he spoke, the purple-clothed warrior took out a palm-sized spirit stone from his personal clothes and displayed it, which immediately attracted exclamations from everyone around him.

"What you are saying is a bit narrow-minded. Senior Brother Zhang is generous when he travels. It must be the salary distributed by the sect!"

Having seen Zhang Lingyun's wealthy and arrogant man treating money like dirt, Situ Wan'er couldn't help but stand up and retort loudly.

"Haha, it seems that this girl just saw the performance. As for the truth, I'm afraid they themselves don't dare to say it clearly!"

"It seems that your country knows our 'Zhengyi Sect' very well, even the smallest details!"

"Big brother, big brother...!"

He told the other party to prepare to put things to rest. Before everyone could react, they were startled by the senior brother's helpless shaking of his head.

Everyone felt that the senior brother was trying to bring it upon himself, and immediately shouted loudly, trying to stop what he said next, but Zhang Lingxiao waved his hands repeatedly to subdue him.

"Our 'Zhengyi Sect' is in a very poor position as a cultivating sect. We need to go up the mountain to hunt and replenish our teeth to make sacrifices. Even for everyone to improve their cultivation, they rely on the support of the third junior brother.

Even so, these are all done voluntarily by everyone, and they are housework that I, the Zhengyi Sect, do behind closed doors, and it is not the turn of you people to dictate!"

Although I don’t know what Marquis Andry was thinking, he insisted on letting his subordinates expose his own shortcomings at this critical moment.

However, due to the critical situation of the third junior brother, it was really difficult to argue endlessly on such an unimportant matter, so Zhang Lingxiao made an appropriate concession in order to successfully regain the right to treat the third junior brother.

"Simuxing...what do you mean?"

Seeing that he and others were about to approach the third senior brother, Si Muxing and others suddenly blocked the way. Zhang Lingshuang couldn't help but

He exclaimed in surprise and asked the other party sternly what his intention was.

"Everyone is just concerned about Shaoxia Zhang. There is no need to make it look like we are going to fight. Our 'Dragon Hidden Holy Land' is also a sect that is proficient in magic. Why don't you let me diagnose his pulse and find out what's going on!"

Simu Xing, who was already very curious about this masked boy, is now even more attracted by his subordinates' wonderful debate.

In order to defuse the tense atmosphere between the two sides, Si Muxing joined the battle for personnel, hoping to make a contribution to awakening Zhang Lingyun.

"I think there is no need for everyone to be overly nervous. Senior Brother Zhang has always been in good physical condition. It is just to guard against attacks from others.

I forced the protective shield to be submerged in the sea water, but I didn’t want to encounter the huge shock caused by Xuanwu’s self-destruction, and it was buried in the soil for too long, so I became so groggy!”

Although what he said was a bit far-fetched, seeing that Si Muxing had really appeased the forces on both sides, he immediately decided to diagnose Zhang Lingyun's pulse.

Situ Wan'er's unquiet heart began to beat wildly again, and her mind was filled with thoughts of not wanting the other party to succeed.

"Cough, cough...!"

While everyone was making insinuations and fighting openly and secretly, Zhang Lingyun, who was nestling in the arms of the masked boy, coughed in vain.

"How's it going? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Here... drink some water first!"

Seeing that the person he had longed for finally woke up, even the tone of the masked boy's words was full of joy.

When he realized that the soldier in white next to him was very sensible, he took off the kettle from his waist and handed it over. The masked boy immediately handed over the kettle with a smile on his face.

"Ah... I feel much better! Am I... coming out?"

Zhang Lingyun tried his best to reduce his consumption, but he felt an inexplicable shock attack on the protective shield.

He released his spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings, and found that there were familiar faces all around him. He forced himself to open the protective shield to get some air.

But he didn't expect that his unruly and willful junior sister would pull him to do violent activities without any explanation, causing Zhang Lingyun, who was already drowsy, to faint.

Now that he woke up again, Zhang Lingyun felt that the atmosphere around him was obviously tense and strange. Everyone was silent for some reason, which was very embarrassing.

"The aftermath of the explosion was so severe that we are almost leaving the capital!"

Looking at Zhang Lingyun who was slowly sitting up, Situ Wan'er teased in a low voice, which immediately eased the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Explosion...explosion? Was it inspired by the white light?"

"How can the Chinese people be so powerful? It's...,"

"Xuanwu, he was about to win a great victory, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly went crazy and absorbed a large amount of energy in the circle... and 'self-destructed'!"

Regarding Zhang Lingyun's question, Situ Wan'er was about to answer, but Si Muxing directly rushed to tell the answer.

Situ Wan'er didn't want to get upset over this trivial matter, so she could only watch with cold eyes as she received more attention from Zhang Lingyun, while she rolled her eyes and sulked alone.

"Oh! Thank you, Lord Marquis Andry!"

Zhang Lingyun, who felt that the situation was beyond his expectation, stood up with his still somewhat tired body and accidentally touched a piece of softness behind him.

Only then did he realize that he had been leaning on the masked boy's side. Zhang Lingyun stepped back in embarrassment, cupping his fists and saluting to express his gratitude to the masked boy.

"Third senior brother, father and the others...,"

As soon as Zhang Lingshuang opened her mouth, she received harsh and disgusting looks from everyone, including a slightly reproachful look from her husband.

Zhang Lingshuang was so frightened that she immediately shut up, lowered her head aggrievedly, and shed tears full of resentment.

"After successive battles, my spiritual consciousness is very weak. The third junior brother entered the "Haitian Magic Formation" alone to save people. Now he must be even more tired. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious!"

Seeing that his junior sister had once again aroused public anger, Zhang Lingxiao, as the first disciple of the 'Zhengyi Sect', shouldered the responsibility of protecting her.
To be continued...