Rebirth of MC Chpt 102 - 202 (unedited translations)

Chapter 162: Lian Xiang

The object in his hands falls to the ground unnoticed as the young man abruptly snaps his head around towards the northern city wall. In the distant horizon, one can see silver rays of light rushing up towards the sky.

"Something went wrong," Lian Xiang states lowly.

"Lian Xiang, what's the matter?" Mo Junfan walks up to him and inquires.

This person has always faced everything head-on with a calm and collected attitude, no matter the event. Right now, however, his face is distressed. Clearly, whatever happened is an extremely serious matter.

"'He' was met with an accident. I need to go out of the city." With a wave of his hand, golden light seeps out and congeals into a jian. Not waiting for Mo Junfan to respond, he pushes off the ground, leaping high into the air.

"Lian Xiang!!" Staring after the departing figure, Mo Junfan knows he cannot catch up. "Dammit!"

Treading lightly in mid-air, every step leaves behind a golden lotus that disperses into a shower of sparks. Lian Xiang's speed is extremely fast, reaching the northern wall in no time. With the horde coming back, the sound of gunfire and artillery barrage rings out once more. Dodging the hail of fire, his hands move through a few signs. A golden swastika is carved into the ground, wiping out a large portion of the undead, reducing it to a more manageable amount. His figure flashes again, speeding towards the horizon.

He made a mistake. A very big mistake.

In the safe zone a few days ago, he had already felt 'his' spiritual signature moving back and forth. However, he thought he might as well wait until the tidal wave of undead has been dealt with before meeting 'him'. He ought to have met the other party as soon as he felt 'him' nearby!

Anxiety floods his eyes as this thought surfaces. Lian Xiang pushes himself to go further, faster...

In the middle of the dense forest, a purplish-red shadow darts around, leaving grating laughter in its wake.

"Hahaha...how ironic...you share such a deep, mutual love... But it is because of you that I managed to stab him through the chest..."

"Shut up!!" Brilliant streaks of silvery light burst forth as Huo Zaiyuan growls in rage. "Return him to me!!"

"Heehee...what can you do even if I return him to you? Long Zhanye is already infected with evil energy. He will transform into a zombie. Don't tell me that as a Taoist practitioner, you are willing to do something taboo like keeping a zombie as your lover? Hahaha..."

"Shut up!!"

As he becomes more agitated, his spiritual energy grows increasingly chaotic. Drawing as much power from his reserves as possible, his speed increased ten-fold as he charges towards the purplish-red streak.

The two beings collide heavily, crashing through several tree trunks before slamming onto the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a stop.

Both arms wrapped tightly around the gradually cooling body, Huo Zaiyuan slams harshly into a tree. Even as excruciating pain roars through his entire being, he refuses to let the person in his embrace go. He cannot. He will not.

"Zhan...Zhanye..." Clenching his teeth to smother the groan of agony, Huo Zaiyuan whispers and he gazes down at the man in his arms. Handsome face deathly pale from blood-loss, the faint puffs of breath seeping out feebly from between his lips indicate that he is still alive. Blood continues to run non-stop from the five holes in his shoulder and chest, but it isn't scarlet in colour. Instead, it is inky black, showing that Zhanye is already infected by the virus.