Chapter 119: Long Tianjiao Does Not Want to Leave Any Regrets

“No!”

Wang Jiulong’s pupils constricted as he reached out to grab the falling phone, but it was already too late.

At this moment, his heart was filled with regret.

He no longer cared for his own safety; his only bitterness was that, before dying, he never managed to reveal Chu Tian’s whereabouts to Wei Yuansheng.

Even if the Wei family wanted to send someone to rescue Chu Tian, they would likely be unable to locate him.

Overwhelmed by shock, anger, and self-reproach, Wang Jiulong’s breath became shallow and uneven, and he soon lost consciousness completely.

At the same time, deep within the underground tomb—

Hearing Long Tianjiao’s sobs, Chu Tian’s consciousness grew increasingly faint. He parted his lips slightly, trying to speak, but no sound emerged.

As his life force waned, it seemed he could only exhale but not inhale, like a candle flickering in the wind about to be extinguished.

“Xiao Tian… do you… have something to say?” Long Tianjiao caught a faint whisper and quickly stifled her tears, pressing her ear close to Chu Tian’s lips.

Chu Tian parted his mouth, warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

“Fifth Sister… I… I have… pills… in my arms!”

After speaking, Chu Tian had no strength left. Though his mouth remained open, not a single word could escape.

Yet Long Tianjiao understood his meaning immediately.

Chu Tian carried medicinal pills, which could heal his wounds.

Hurriedly, she ran her hands gently over his body, careful not to cause him pain or disturb his injuries.

But her caution was unnecessary.

Chu Tian’s meridians were shattered inch by inch, every pore oozing blood.

In other words, his entire body was riddled with wounds, so no matter where Long Tianjiao touched, she would inevitably come into contact with them.

Finally, she found a bottle of Qi Nourishing Pills, one of the medicines Chu Tian kept with him.

At a previous auction held by Qingxue Group, Chu Tian had not used up all of these pills, so some remained.

Long Tianjiao quickly opened the bottle, poured out the remaining pills, and brought them to Chu Tian’s lips.

He tried to open his mouth to swallow, but it was too weak—even moving his tongue was beyond his strength.

It was remarkable that Chu Tian had endured this deep injury and near death for so long.

This battle made him realize that his strength after rebirth was still too weak; he had to swiftly continue to improve his power.

Long Tianjiao placed the pills in Chu Tian’s mouth, but he could not swallow them, so they simply rested in his oral cavity.

If he couldn’t swallow the medicine, how could he save himself?

Anxious and distracted, Long Tianjiao grew desperate.

Fortunately, the Qi Nourishing Pills dissolved immediately upon contact with saliva, and their potent essence gradually melted and seeped into Chu Tian’s throat.

The pills didn’t need to be swallowed whole—just held in the mouth to allow the pure medicinal power to be absorbed slowly.

Moreover, their power was intense, and with Chu Tian’s meridians completely severed, he couldn’t bear a sudden surge of strong medicinal energy.

The slow dissolution was actually better suited to his condition.

As Chu Tian absorbed the pills, Long Tianjiao searched his body again and found a phone, attempting to call for help.

But it quickly became clear they were buried deep underground; the phone had no signal and could not make a call.

Long Tianjiao’s anxiety grew—if they couldn’t find rescuers, they would be trapped beneath the rubble forever.

Time passed by the second.

The Qi Nourishing Pills had fully dissolved, their potent energy thoroughly integrated into Chu Tian’s body.

His vital energy slowly recovered; the bleeding from his pores ceased, and his skin began to heal.

Yet, his meridians remained shattered—no pill could fully mend that.

The Qi Nourishing Pills were low-grade spiritual medicine, capable of restoring vital energy but incapable of repairing broken meridians or rebirth.

Chu Tian’s forced use of the Devouring Heaven Demon Technique had shattered his meridians completely.

In other words, he was now a cripple, unable even to walk normally, let alone regain his former strength.

And trapped beneath the rubble with no rescue in sight.

It seemed their only fate was death here, doomed to perish together in this underground tomb.

“Fifth Sister?”

Chu Tian’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, darkness still enveloping them.

“Xiao Tian, you’re awake?” Long Tianjiao hurriedly wiped the tears from her face, unwilling to show her weakness before him.

“My meridians are shattered. Even if you restore my vital energy, I still can’t help you escape. I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

Chu Tian smiled bitterly; even in this state, his concern for his senior sister’s safety was unwavering.

“Nonsense! We will get out of here!” Long Tianjiao’s face flashed with determination, whether to comfort herself or Chu Tian, she wasn’t sure.

Seeing that he was weak but no longer in immediate danger, she relaxed slightly.

She began to push with all her might against the massive stone blocking their path, hoping to move it aside.

But the boulder weighed several thousand pounds; she alone could not budge it.

Besides, the collapse outside had piled countless stones together, sealing off every space, making it impossible to shift the boulder.

After a while, exhausted, Long Tianjiao stopped.

“Fifth Sister, don’t waste your strength. Rest for a while.”

Chu Tian shook his head slightly.

“Are we really going to be buried alive here, never to escape?”

Despair crept into Long Tianjiao’s eyes as she muttered to herself.

Listening to her soft words, Chu Tian’s eyelids grew heavy.

He was exhausted—both from forcibly using the Devouring Heaven Demon Technique and from the backlash of Wu Xingyan’s palm strike, which had inflicted unimaginable injuries.

Though his wounds had partly healed, his severed meridians meant he couldn’t circulate true energy to heal himself.

A wave of unprecedented drowsiness washed over him, and his eyes slowly closed.

“Xiao Tian, even if we die here, I won’t let us have any regrets!”

Long Tianjiao sensed his steady breathing and assumed he had fallen asleep.

Her voice took on a resolute tone, then she fell silent.

Suddenly, a faint rustling broke the stillness.

Long Tianjiao removed their clothes, tossing them aside, and straddled Chu Tian.

With her on top and him beneath.

She had resolved to give herself to Chu Tian that night—if they were to die, she would at least die having been a true woman to him.

Biting her lip, she lowered her body slowly.

“Ah!”

In the darkness, Long Tianjiao’s lithe figure moved atop Chu Tian, her exquisite moans echoing endlessly.