bullyxtreme Chapter 225 It doesn't hurt, it's lighter than last time.
Chapter 225 It doesn't hurt, it's lighter than last time.
Xue Rendong, who was standing idly by but unwilling to give up, squinted at the scene with great curiosity.
He was very curious: why did the sword carried by the other party, a dignified immortal cultivator, have a somewhat sinister quality?
He now knew that the person he had been fighting with relentlessly and who was at a stalemate with was Mei Shiyu, whom he had guessed might have the potential to become a top-grade furnace cauldron... Thinking of this reminded him of the beatings he had suffered in the past.
He just couldn't understand why the temple master beat him up!
Does he look down on Mei Shiyu? Does she not meet his criteria for "choosing a partner who is both beautiful and virtuous"?
Silly Fish never even considered that Mei Shiyu was male, so what was wrong with that? He thought their temple master was perverted enough not to care about such things.
"Brother Yun, take them and retreat further away, this formation can't hold!"
Mei Shiyu didn't care about Qingshuang's condition.
He went to the front lines again, but Qing Shuang "fled the battle," and the previously repaired breach cracked even more. Now, he had to either find a way to finish the battle quickly and completely eliminate the evil spirits, or he had to dismantle the formation and release them.
The former requires a huge amount of spiritual energy, while the latter is too irresponsible. The enraged evil spirits have been released, and who knows how much trouble they will cause. Moreover, "blending with the world" is a last resort. The formation is complex and huge. Once it is formed, how can it be easily stopped? If it is forcibly withdrawn halfway, it is very likely to suffer a backlash.
In a single thought, Mei Shiyu heard countless vengeful spirits wailing mournfully.
They either cried out in pain, screamed for help, or cried out for their spiritual roots, their physical bodies, and their lives. Some complained about the dirt, some about the crowds, and some about the stench. In short, they all said: "I hate it so much!!!"
They hate heaven and earth, they hate them to death, and even destroying the entire world wouldn't be enough to quell their hatred.
Mei Shiyu was overwhelmed by resentment.
Suddenly, Qing Shuang rose from the ground and returned to the center of the formation.
The surrounding spiritual light was completely gone, and the entire body was crimson red, shrouded in resentment. There was not a trace of the Immortal Sword!
Mei Shiyu called to it, begging it to come back, but it wouldn't listen, seemingly wanting to use the method of "fighting poison with poison" to devour this evil spirit!
"Yuanbao!" Mei Shiyu cried out anxiously, no longer calling for "Qingshuang," but for the unruly evil spirit residing within the Qingshuang Sword.
He is extremely audacious and extremely arrogant!
He seemed to have forgotten that he was still in a spirit state, not even a complete human being. That faint sense of self-awareness could vanish in an instant. How could he have such strong mental power to resist the overwhelming hatred of others?
He couldn't even control his own resentment; instead, he was devoured by evil spirits, his intelligence extinguished, and he became one of them...
The formation cannot be dismantled!
Mei Shiyu called out to him one last time: "Yuanbao, come back! Be good!"
There was no response.
He had no other choice but to gamble with his primordial spirit power again—he had already used up his primordial spirit power to save Wang Wu and help him break through his core and become an infant, and this time he didn't even think about it, intending to wear himself down again.
He has always been the kind of person who forgets the pain once the wound heals. He seems to have forgotten how painful it was for his primordial spirit to be damaged in his previous life. Or perhaps he is just stubborn, obstinate, and unrepentant. As long as he believes it is right and something should be done, he will definitely do it.
A thick cloud of murky air enveloped almost half of the market.
Yun Songxuan, being below, had no way of seeing what was happening on Mei Shiyu's side.
I thought to myself, the formation that was trapping the evil spirits must have failed, otherwise how could I not see even a glimmer of light?
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past my side.
He didn't pay attention; a strange wind swept through the entire market, and he and a few juniors hid in a corner.
Xue Rendong stood in the street, arms crossed, tail on the ground, unmoved by the turbulent wind.
But at a certain moment, his body stiffened, as if he saw a figure flash by.
The next moment, everything suddenly brightened.
A beam of white light pierced through the murky fog.
It was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
Just as Mei Shiyu was about to "attack" his primordial spirit again, a pure spiritual energy lifted him up from behind, as if gently greeting him, afraid that its unexpected arrival would frighten him. Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming amount of pure spiritual energy enveloped his entire body.
Plum rains are readily available; there's no need to think of anything else.
In a very short time, he re-formed the array, firmly trapping the evil spirit. At the same time, Qing Shuang also flew back on her own initiative and inserted the sword into its sheath. Mei Shiyu had once transformed the entire sword into a belt and wrapped it around his waist. The sheath was a plain belt, and the three-foot-long sword blade had silver-white dark patterns on it, consistent with the patterns on the sword body.
And the two characters "Qing Shuang" engraved on the sword are also indispensable, like exquisite embroidery, adorning one side of the belt.
When Li Tingyun put her arm around his waist, her fingers happened to be on the two slightly raised seal characters, and she unconsciously stroked them.
Mei Shiyu shuddered.
Even when busy exorcising evil spirits.
You also need to free up one hand.
Slap him!
Li Tingyun never flinched when slapped, and even had the nerve to say, "It doesn't hurt. It's lighter than last time."
Mei Shiyu's mistake was that he was too reasonable. Because he knew that Li Tingyun was helping him, he didn't really put any force into that slap.
After he finished hitting her, he regretted it. He had hit her too lightly; it didn't feel like a slap, but rather like... He inexplicably touched Li Tingyun's face!
Li Tingyun was practically dying of laughter, wishing he could offer his left cheek as well and say, "Immortal Venerable, you also have this side," but that would be too frivolous, vulgar, and perverted; Mei Shiyu might be scared away. So he didn't do that, but calmly put his arm around her waist and commented:
"Really, it doesn't hurt at all, much less than last time."
Mei Shiyu wondered, "Which time was the last time?"
"When have I ever had any contact with you before this?!"
Shameless, despicable, you just spout nonsense.
Li Tingyun thought to himself: I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I tell you.
It was the time I told you I liked you, and you slapped me across the face and called me a little beast.
This happened not long ago.
With the Taiji Hall Master personally overseeing the operation, the problem was resolved in less than three days and three nights, or even two or three hours, less than a quarter of an hour.
Li Tingyun wanted to delay a little longer.
Mei Shiyu's face was pale, but she didn't waste any time and focused on channeling spiritual energy into him. It was a pity that Li Tingyun didn't understand the Dao Xuan Sect's formation, otherwise he would have taken over for him. Judging from Mei Shiyu's appearance, it didn't seem to be due to lack of strength, but rather that he seemed somewhat listless.
Upon landing, Mei Shiyu felt her foot sink into a hole, and she staggered. Because Li Tingyun was holding her, she naturally leaned into his arms. Li Tingyun asked, "What happened? Did you hear what those vengeful spirits were saying?"
Mei Shiyu was lost in thought and didn't notice certain details. He said in a deep voice, "The Spirit Root Hunter Group, and... Spirit Officials?"
He had heard of this gang that poached spiritual roots long ago, and the so-called "spiritual officials" were once the most wanted people in the cultivation world. However, because they were extremely well hidden and had disappeared a hundred or two hundred years ago, the cultivation world did not investigate them back then, so it became an unsolved case. The files were shelved and faded from public view.
He asked Li Tingyun, "Have you heard of it?"
Li Tingyun nodded and said, "I have heard about it."
More than that.
Maybe they dug out Laozi's spiritual root?!
maybe.
In other words, Li Tingyun cannot be certain at this time either.
He doesn't have many memories of this world.
His knowledge of everyone and everything here comes entirely from the original text of "The First Sword of Immortal Path," written by Wang Laoliu from the protagonist's perspective. He knows exactly what's written in the novel, but he could never have imagined anything else that wasn't written.
Given his role in this garbage novel, he is the number one super villain in the world. Although he is the main antagonist, he is too arrogant and has super strong fighting ability. He does not appear often and usually lives in the background. When he does appear, there is only bloodshed and chaos.
Wang Laoliu didn't go into detail about the Spirit Root Hunters Group, only mentioning it briefly: there was such a "terrorist organization" in the cultivation world, comparable to the kidney-draining criminal gang in northern Myanmar. Why mention it briefly but not elaborate?
It's likely that Wang Laoliu wanted to plant a foreshadowing, to create a hidden plot to "amaze everyone," but he forgot about it as he wrote.
It became a huge pit that he didn't have time to fill!
Let's put this matter aside for now.
Once Wang Laoliu returns from his meeting, we can simply extract the truth from him.
That's what Li Tingyun thought.
Mei Shiyu, however, thought of more things, such as the origin of this evil spirit.