“Senior Brother, are you alright?”0

Lu Yang had genuinely frightened the women. He had been perfectly fine before they fell asleep, so how was he suddenly seriously injured?0

Did he get beaten by Yun Zhi?0

The women quickly lifted Lu Yang onto the bed.0

“Cough, cough. Just a minor mishap, that’s all.”0

Lu Yang had been so overjoyed at mastering rules that he had gotten carried away. Now, after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he had cooled down. How could a rule at the Fusion Stage possibly command five-half-immortals? Wasn’t that courting death?0

One really can’t get too carried away.0

Fortunately, the rule he had established wasn’t some heaven-defying rule that reversed cause and effect; it merely attempted to wake the women. Otherwise, his injuries would have been even worse than when he had undergone the lightning tribulation.0

Although he was spitting blood, under the influence of the Seven Emotions Incipient Dao Fruit, Lu Yang found it rather...0