After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness-Chapter 424: He Must Not Be Harmed!

It is said that the Celestial Behemoths are born in mysterious places, absorbing the most enigmatic forces of the universe, granting them transcendental powers.
Others believe they stem from ancient bloodlines, powerful beings from the dawn of creation, whose lineage carries unique abilities refined over countless generations, achieving a state of perfection.
Regardless of which theory you believe, there is one conclusion everyone agrees on:
Celestial Behemoths are among the most formidable entities in the universe, matched only by cultivators in the Ascension stage from thousands of worlds.
For anyone else, encountering a Celestial Behemoth in the vast starry expanse almost always leads to utter annihilation.
Logically, the existence of Celestial Behemoths should instill a sense of awe and caution among cultivators, deterring them from venturing lightly into their territory.
However, another common fact tempers such fears: the Celestial Behemoths are exceedingly rare. To date, cultivators know of fewer than ten of these creatures.
Thus, the chances of encountering one are so minuscule they are often dismissed.
This belief is why artifact crafters designing starships or cultivators embarking on interstellar voyages seldom consider the possibility of meeting a Celestial Behemoth.
Yet, fate played a cruel joke on Feng Jiu Si and his companions—they truly encountered one.
The starship sped back along its previous course with unprecedented haste.
What had once seemed like a picturesque tableau now appeared as though an invisible hand was tearing it away. The vivid scenery blurred rapidly into an indistinct haze.
Yu Zhao’s heart raced in tandem with the retreating vision.
The shadow of death loomed over everyone’s minds like an inescapable fog.
“Moo—!”
A deep, resounding roar erupted as though from the depths of the universe, shattering the silence.
The entire starry sky quaked violently. The nebula surrounding the planets fragmented into chaos, while massive fissures marred the planets themselves. One by one, they collapsed into dust, dissipating into the void.
If Yu Zhao had seen this, she would have been reminded of her harrowing experiences in the Reincarnation Dao.
But there was no time for such reflections. She hastily donned every available defensive artifact, layering them onto her body, before stuffing handfuls of alchemy pills into her mouth.
Just as she finished her preparations, the starship, like a small wooden boat overwhelmed by a tempest, was swept into unknown territory, tumbling helplessly.
The tremendous impact coursed through the ship’s structure, reaching the bodies of its occupants.
Feng Jiu Si and the others lost consciousness one by one.
Even Yu Zhao, despite her meticulous preparations, succumbed shortly afterward.
She had no idea how much time had passed before her consciousness gradually returned.
Her entire body felt as though it had been trampled by a demonic beast; every bone ached unbearably. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she consumed another alchemy pill and absorbed its effects.
This particular pill, a peace offering from Mu Ye, had exceptional efficacy. As soon as it touched her tongue, it dissolved, mending her injuries.
Once her pain subsided slightly, Yu Zhao turned her attention to the surroundings.
The starship, ravaged by the Celestial Behemoth’s roar, had been split in two, dividing its internal space into separate regions.
When Yu Zhao opened her eyes, she saw Tu Xiao lying unconscious near the edge of the cabin.
The rest of the group was nowhere in sight, likely in the other half of the ship.
Yu Zhao found it odd that Tu Xiao remained unconscious. His physical resilience and cultivation far surpassed hers; he should have awakened before her.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed his ghastly pale face, blood trickling from his seven orifices, and his right arm and leg twisted at unnatural angles.
It didn’t take her long to piece together the situation.
As the ship’s owner, Tu Xiao bore the brunt of the starship’s impact, absorbing not only the direct force but also the residual shockwaves.
The combined toll had left him in this wretched state.
Yu Zhao stared at his vulnerable form.
For a fleeting moment, a surge of killing intent flickered in her eyes.
She rose, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him.
One step. Two steps. Closer and closer.
When she was within arm’s reach of Tu Xiao, a voice called out from the other half of the ship.
“Tu Xiao? Is that you?” Feng Jiu Si’s voice carried through.
Yu Zhao froze mid-step.
Cautiously, she extended her divine sense outward, only to be stunned by her discovery.
The ship, fractured into two parts, had completely severed their connection, isolating their awareness of each other.
In other words, whatever she did to Tu Xiao, the others wouldn’t know.
Yu Zhao stood still, gazing down at Tu Xiao from above.
In the darkness, the killing intent in her eyes churned like a ferocious tide.
For a moment, she was tempted to strike while he was vulnerable.
But just as she was about to act, her turbulent emotions abruptly calmed.
The dark flames in the depths of her pupils extinguished in silence.
Tu Xiao couldn’t die—not yet.
If the Young Master of the Water Family perished, Yu Zhao, as his last known companion, would inevitably face the full wrath of the Water Family.
Feng Jiu Si and the others wouldn’t jeopardize themselves to shield her over a mere bet.
Her fate was intricately tied to Tu Xiao’s survival.
After deliberating for a moment, she took a deep breath and called out in a voice tinged with panic, “Young Master Tu? Tu Xiao? Are you all right? Wake up!”
The three in the other half of the ship perked up at her shout.
“Liu Yun, how is Tu Xiao?” Feng Jiu Si’s voice sounded urgent.
“He’s unconscious and bleeding a lot…” Yu Zhao mimicked Ye Cong Xin’s soft, concerned tone.
“Feed him the pills I gave you—every single one! Hurry!” Feng Jiu Si barked.
“Oh, okay,” Yu Zhao replied, feigning urgency as she rummaged through the space.
At last, she found a bottle of pills Mu Ye had once crafted during her practice sessions.
Yu Zhao muttered internally, Lucky you, before forcibly prying open Tu Xiao’s mouth and pouring the entire bottle down his throat.
The pills entered his system, but his condition remained grim.
Yu Zhao wasn’t surprised. Pills formulated for Foundation Establishment cultivators were barely effective for someone at Tu Xiao’s Divine Transformation stage.
If his condition improved, that would be surprising.
She didn’t want Tu Xiao to recover too quickly, as she was preparing a special surprise for him.
Until the gift was ready, it was better for him to remain unconscious.
“Liu Yun, how is Tu Xiao now?” Feng Jiu Si asked again, unable to suppress his anxiety.
“I gave him the pills. He looks less distressed but still hasn’t woken up,” Yu Zhao replied.
Her words sent a wave of panic through Feng Jiu Si and the others.
The pills Feng Jiu Si had provided weren’t ordinary—they could heal even severe injuries with just two doses.
If Tu Xiao remained unresponsive after consuming an entire bottle, it could only mean he was teetering on the edge of death.
This was unacceptable!
“Liu Yun, do you have any other medicine? Feed him everything! He must not come to harm!”
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