Li Mohan!
Ye Huohuo didn't feel surprised after seeing who it was.
Perhaps she had guessed it was him, or him, when she saw the ice blades.
Li Mohan turned his head back indifferently. Upon seeing Ye Huohuo, his light brown eyes flickered, and his pupils instantly narrowed to a pinprick, "Ye Huohuo?!" At the same time, he raised his hand, and a powerful suction force pulled Ye Huohuo from Zuo Qingya's embrace.
The spiritual power that Zuo Qingya possessed, which made Ye Huohuo and Lu Yao unable to match, was like that of a three-year-old child before him, unable to resist.
"Ye Huohuo! Who are you?" Zuo Qingya wanted to stand up and pull Ye Huohuo back, but Li Mohan merely pointed a finger at him. Zuo Qingya's movements were instantly halted, and he was pinned tightly against a wall, unable to move.
Li Mohan retracted his hand, and Ye Huohuo was grabbed in mid-air and brought before him. He held Ye Huohuo by the front of her clothes. Ye Huohuo was completely weak, her legs as soft as noodles, dragging on the ground, unable to stand. Her entire weight hung on the fabric, as she was held by Li Mohan.
"You..." The anger in his eyes subsided by half upon seeing Ye Huohuo's current state. "How did your soul become like this?! Did you use the Soul Dissolution Great Law?"
Li Mohan's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to look at Miao Feng beside him. "Did you force her to use the Soul Dissolution Great Law? After a hundred years, you are still doing such heinous things."
It was indeed him, not him!
Ye Huohuo sighed inwardly. The person who came was not the real Li Mohan; to be precise, it was Li Mohan's past life. She didn't know how powerful a cultivator he was back then. As soon as the imposing ice blade appeared, Ye Huohuo had guessed it was him.
Other than the Extreme Cold Soul, no one else could casually create such an ice blade.
Although Li Mohan possessed the Extreme Cold Soul, he couldn't use it at all. The two times he used it were when he was forced into a corner and stimulated by danger. Only his past life could possess such powerful spiritual power while also having the Extreme Cold Soul.
Ye Huohuo was being held by the collar of her clothes, her head forced back. As she looked up, she met Li Mohan's handsome yet chilling face. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions. It should be lucky to see him before dying, but seeing not the real him was unfortunate.
She really wanted to know what the real Li Mohan would look like if he saw her on the verge of death. Would he feel heartache for her? Would he remember her as he remembered Mei Yingxue? To live in his memory, even if her soul was scattered, would be happiness!
She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face. Everything beautiful, unpleasant, intimate, and sad about being with him flashed before her eyes like a movie at this moment.
But she was too weak now. Despite all her strength, she could only move her fingertips slightly. Her lips parted slightly, but she still couldn't utter a word. Tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes. Besides her eyes, she couldn't move any part of her body.
Death was slowly approaching her, devouring her vitality bit by bit.
"Let her go, who are you?" Zuo Qingya, having finally broken free from the pressure of Li Mohan's finger, his clean face flushed red from the exertion, took a step forward and asked, panting heavily.
As soon as he finished asking, he felt his sleeve being tugged. He looked sideways to see Lu Yao, "Junior Uncle, that's Li Mohan, Ye Huohuo's husband."
Zuo Qingya had cultivated in the deep mountains for many years and naturally didn't recognize Li Mohan. However, Lu Yao had been in the mortal world for many years and was a young girl. She knew more about young, handsome, and wealthy men. Li Mohan was also the dream lover of countless girls in Hai City. Although Lu Yao didn't have such feelings for him, she knew a bit about him. She had recognized Li Mohan earlier, but before she could speak, Zuo Qingya had already been controlled by the other party. This time, fearing further misunderstandings, she quickly whispered to Zuo Qingya.
When Zuo Qingya heard Lu Yao say that Li Mohan was Ye Huohuo's husband, his brows subtly furrowed.
"Is he? He doesn't look like it." The foot he had stepped forward with slowly retracted.
However, what he said was indeed true. Li Mohan and Ye Huohuo's current state didn't show any signs of being a couple, let alone a loving one.
What husband would hold his wife by the collar instead of picking her up when seeing her so injured? The disdain was evident from this action.
Ye Huohuo, Zuo Qingya, and Lu Yao were all preoccupied with Li Mohan's appearance and didn't notice the hidden meaning in his earlier words.
But Miao Feng heard the implication, "What do you mean? You know me? Who are you?"
Li Mohan didn't answer her question. He merely looked at Ye Huohuo indifferently, his eyes devoid of emotion, like a stranger. But in the next second, as if disturbed by something, his brow furrowed. He closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, a flicker of emotion seemed to cross his otherwise calm eyes, and a trace of pain seemed to be hidden in their depths. "You... must live on!"
As he spoke, he raised his other free hand. Purple energy condensed in his palm, and he pressed it onto the Baihui acupoint on Ye Huohuo's head. "I'll stabilize your soul consciousness for now and help you replenish your soul later!"
Ye Huohuo felt a warm current flow from the top of her head into her limbs. The soul consciousness, which had been as painful as tearing, gradually disappeared after being touched by this warm current. She was enveloped by the purple energy and slowly floated up. Wisps of purple energy permeated her body from every pore.
"Ziwei Qi!" Miao Feng exclaimed, "Are you, impossible, how could you still be alive? No, you are the helmsman of the Li Group. I remember seeing you in magazines and on television. You can't be him."
Li Mohan ignored her, his palm still on Ye Huohuo's head. At this moment, Ye Huohuo's entire body was suspended horizontally in the air, with only Li Mohan's palm on her head serving as her sole support.
"Purple Qi?" Zuo Qingya looked at the scene before him with disbelief.
The spiritual energy of cultivators was mostly white, invisible under normal circumstances. Those with higher cultivation would emit golden light when casting spells. Like Ye Huohuo's golden light earlier, it was achieved by burning her soul. Normally, golden light only appeared briefly when consuming a great deal of spiritual power.
But purple light was the radiance emitted when performing spells by those who were close to becoming immortals. It required not only powerful spiritual energy but also profound cultivation. In the current Xuanmen world, truly no one possessed such ability.
Zuo Qingya couldn't help but gasp. The ice blades earlier had already sparked his curiosity about this husband of Ye Huohuo. Now, seeing him casually emit purple light with just a move, his curiosity was replaced by sheer astonishment.
He was around the same age as Li Mohan. Despite being someone who diligently cultivated in the deep mountains, he didn't have such high Taoist attainments. This person living in a big city possessed such profound cultivation, which completely subverted his worldview and cognition.
"Junior Uncle, how is this Li Mohan so powerful? Looking at his cultivation, is it possible that even my master can't compare?" Lu Yao whispered to him.
Zuo Qingya's expression turned somewhat grim. He remained silent, but his attitude said it all. Indeed, among the cultivators he had met, none possessed such power. He himself couldn't do it either; even with ten more years of cultivation, he might not reach that level.
Zuo Qingya, who had always been a proud son of heaven, suffered consecutive blows today and finally understood the meaning of the saying, "There is always someone better."
While Zuo Qingya and Lu Yao had their own thoughts upon seeing Li Mohan's move, Miao Feng, after asking for a long time and seeing that Li Mohan had no intention of answering, bit her lip and sneered, "No matter who you are, you are too arrogant! Trying to heal her while dealing with me is underestimating me too much!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand. The foul water that had been frozen earlier, now seemed alive, wriggling like snakes around her wrist. "Go!"
A black water line, as thick as a finger, shot towards Li Mohan's brow.