"If I go with you now, will it immediately lead to a conflict with those three major forces?" Mo Wuji asked, his tone somewhat wary. He was desperate to find Han Qingru, but he didn't want to be a pawn in Fei Ling's game.

"No, as long as you demonstrate your strength, they won't dare to attack you. Fighting here comes at a great cost..." Fei Ling didn't finish his sentence before his eyes started twitching again.

Mo Wuji could understand that. When he had channeled his Immortal Essence to strike at Fei Ling with his halberd, the tearing of sword Qi on his body had indeed increased more than twofold.

Looking at Fei Ling's eyes, Mo Wuji guessed that the guy was barely holding on. He said directly, "Lead the way, I'll follow behind you."

"Yes, Senior." Fei Ling didn't consider Mo Wuji a junior. Here, strength dictated seniority, and Mo Wuji was stronger than him.

Once they started flying rapidly, the painful expression in Fei Ling's eyes indeed lessened considerably. It seemed he had transferred the pain elsewhere.

Fei Ling wasn't lying. In just half a day, Mo Wuji saw a boundless expanse of vines, perhaps mixed with many tree roots.

These vines were all greyish-black, without leaves, and seemingly lifeless. The greyish-black vines stretched out endlessly. All the vines or tree roots were twisting and writhing, forming irregular shapes that completely covered a large area.

From afar, this place indeed looked like a vine mountain.

Mo Wuji rushed straight into the vine mountain, his spirit sense from his Storage Meridian unleashed without restraint.

Previously, Mo Wuji hadn't used his Storage Meridian's spirit sense, fearing unexpected situations. Now that Han Qingru was likely within the Safe Vine Mountain, he wouldn't hold back.

In Sword Prison, spirit sense could only extend ten miles. With his Storage Meridian's spirit sense, Mo Wuji could reach over a hundred miles.

Safe Vine Mountain wasn't large, and a hundred miles completely covered the area.

Just as Fei Ling had said, the people in Safe Vine Mountain were divided into four groups, with what seemed like a trading area in the middle.

A river without a ripple stretched around the perimeter of Safe Vine Mountain. No one approached the river. Mo Wuji guessed that this must be the Sword Qi River.

Mo Wuji didn't have time to worry about the Sword Qi River. His spirit sense continued to rampage through Safe Vine Mountain.

Several experts soon sensed Mo Wuji's spirit sense, but no one bothered him. In Safe Vine Mountain, as long as you didn't intrude directly, a little spirit sense interference was nothing. To be able to extend your spirit sense so far and offend others was in itself a cause for fear. Many experts trapped in Sword Prison had their edges smoothed out.

However, several top experts stood up abruptly when they sensed Mo Wuji's spirit sense. But Mo Wuji quickly withdrew his spirit sense, and those experts didn't continue tracking him.

A dozen breaths later, Mo Wuji shuddered. His spirit sense landed on a boulder at the edge of Safe Vine Mountain, where a disheveled, emaciated cultivator leaned against it, seemingly between life and death.

The moment Mo Wuji saw this cultivator, he knew it was Han Qingru. His communication bead had no messages, indicating she had nothing on her.

"Fei Ling, you dare to come back, seeking death!" a sudden voice rang out.

Standing beside Mo Wuji, Fei Ling visibly trembled and instinctively moved closer to Mo Wuji. But Mo Wuji couldn't care less about Fei Ling. He rushed madly towards the other side of Safe Vine Mountain.

"Who are you, daring to trespass on my Righteous Qi Mountain's territory?" Someone shouted at Mo Wuji, but Mo Wuji had already passed through the area.

Seeing that Mo Wuji ignored him, Fei Ling didn't dare to argue with the shouting cultivator. He just followed closely behind Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji was his backer now. Without Mo Wuji, he would have to flee outside Safe Vine Mountain. Although Pang Hong wouldn't pursue him outside, he wouldn't last long.

Here in Safe Vine Mountain, the level of sword Qi tearing was almost heaven to him.

Mo Wuji reached Han Qingru in a few steps and scooped her up. Han Qingru was as light as an empty shell, and Mo Wuji felt a pang of sorrow.

As soon as he held Han Qingru, Mo Wuji felt several strands of sword Qi penetrate him. He didn't hesitate to draw the sword Qi into his own body.

Han Qingru suddenly struggled slightly and said in a voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "If you dare touch me, I'll immediately kill myself..."

She even forgot that she was bound by a sword talisman, making suicide difficult.

"Senior Sister Qingru, it's me, it's Mo Wuji..." Mo Wuji could barely get the words out. He felt only anger and torment.

His spirit sense told him that Han Qingru was covered in wounds, without a single patch of good skin. Blood had stained her clothes into a hard, bark-like substance.

Her vitality was so weak that she barely breathed, and her Immortal Essence was completely gone.

The sword Qi here was indeed related to a cultivator's cultivation level. The stronger the cultivation, the stronger the sword Qi felt. But Han Qingru's cultivation was too weak, only a Golden Immortal in the initial stage. With such a cultivation, what could she do but endure the torment of the sword Qi? Even the weakest sword Qi was difficult for her to bear.

More strands of sword Qi came, and Mo Wuji again drew them into his body. Holding Han Qingru, he could divert the sword Qi aimed at her, which gave Mo Wuji a little relief.

Mo Wuji took out several pills and fed them to Han Qingru. Her body was too weak, so he didn't dare to give her all his healing pills at once.

"Wuji..." Han Qingru opened her eyes. When she saw Mo Wuji, her face showed despair. She knew where she was, and Mo Wuji's presence meant he would suffer the same torment of sword Qi.

Soon, the despair on her face turned to longing. If they couldn't escape, why think of anything else?

"Senior Sister Qingru..." Mo Wuji was shocked to see Han Qingru's smooth, jade-like face. Her body was covered in wounds, but her face was untouched.

Han Qingru slowly raised her hand. Her hand was covered in blood, with visible finger bones, and several deep marks on her arm. Large patches of white bone were exposed, many turning greyish-black.

Her hand finally touched Mo Wuji's face, and Mo Wuji simultaneously diverted several strands of sword Qi. His heart bled. He had only been here for a short time and had already blocked over a dozen strands of sword Qi for Han Qingru. This was still a relatively weak area. How much suffering had Han Qingru endured in the rest of the prison?

He could imagine how Han Qingru had survived for over a year with only Golden Immortal cultivation. If he had come even half a year, or even two or three months, later, he might never have seen her again.

"Don't call me Senior Sister, just call me Qingru..." Feeling the warmth of Mo Wuji's face, Han Qingru's lips curved into a smile.

"Qingru, I will definitely destroy the Great Sword Dao and avenge you," Mo Wuji said, clenching his fists.

Han Qingru coughed and struggled to say, "I'm already very happy to see you here. I'd rather let the sword Qi tear my body than lose my face, just so you'd recognize me after reincarnation..."

"Qingru..." Mo Wuji looked at Han Qingru in shock. Han Qingru was close to him, but not in a romantic way. He had always had Cen Shuyin in his heart and had never considered getting too close to other women.

Mo Wuji wasn't an idiot. If Han Qingru had harbored romantic feelings for him before, he would have noticed. In fact, he had never felt that Han Qingru had such feelings for him. But what Han Qingru had just said gave him a strange feeling.

"I only have two family members in this world, my father and you..." Han Qingru didn't seem to feel the effects of Mo Wuji's healing pills and continued, immersed in her emotions. "At Hundred Flowers Manor, you didn't want to leave alone and took me with you. That's when I had your shadow in my heart, without even realizing it. Deep down, I knew I wasn't worthy of you..."

Mo Wuji opened his mouth. Han Qingru said she wasn't worthy of him? He was just a mortal, not ugly, but not a stunningly handsome man either. There were many more handsome men in the Immortal World than him.

As if sensing Mo Wuji was about to speak, Han Qingru slowly shook her head and continued, "I'm someone who has been married once, even though it was fake. I never planned to find a Dao Companion again. My biggest regret was that day you grabbed my shoulders and I rejected you..."

Mo Wuji looked at Han Qingru in confusion. Did that happen? When did he grab Han Qingru's shoulders?

No, it did happen. Mo Wuji quickly remembered that when he learned from Han Qingru that there was a chance to save Cen Shuyin, he was too excited and grabbed Han Qingru's shoulders.

"If I had another chance, I wouldn't reject you..." Han Qingru stared at Mo Wuji. "Do you know how difficult it was for me alone in the Immortal World all these years? I often think about you giving me so many Immortal Lattice Stones to condense my Immortal Lattice, and I often think about you hugging me and running away together... I always think that if we were still together in the Immortal World, even if we didn't have long to live, we could be with the person we love..."

Suddenly, the image of Han Qingru condensing her Immortal Lattice, her appearance as beautiful as a fairy, appeared in Mo Wuji's mind. At that moment, Han Qingru had indeed left a mark on his heart.

"Until now, I'm sure, and I dare to say these things. We can die here together, and I'm finally no longer alone... Kiss me..." Han Qingru slowly closed her eyes. She truly thought she was about to die, and that's why she completely unleashed her fragile heart.

(That's all for today's update. Although the updates have been unstable these past few days while I've been away, with March passing and April arriving, Old Five still needs to ask for your support with guaranteed monthly tickets! Thank you, thank you!)