Chapter 55: The scumbag father was abused and wanted to find another man to practice with Wen Ji? ...

Xie Tonghe's shameless remarks made both the immortals and demons watching on the scene feel nauseous.

Xie Yunqing didn't even bother to open his eyelids.

"Father?" He chuckled, his voice as cold as ice: "Are you worthy?"

He raised his eyes, his voice piercing each word, hammering at Xie Tonghe's heart: "A few years ago, the demons massacred the Xie family. That all-consuming demonic fire had already burned all my relatives."

"Now, my only relative in this world is my Taoist companion, Shen Wenji."

This sentence was like a slap in the face of Xie Tonghe. His flattering smile froze completely on his face, and the color turned pale and blue, which looked extremely ugly.

Without waiting for him to speak again, Xie Yunqing raised his hand, and dark demonic energy condensed at his fingertips, hitting him directly on the knee.

There was only a crisp "click" sound.

Xie Tonghe's legs went limp and he fell heavily to his knees. His kneecaps were shattered by the demonic energy. The severe pain made him break out in cold sweats instantly and he didn't even dare to scream.

"You just said you were momentarily confused and blinded by the demonic energy?" Xie Yunqing leaned over, staring at him intently with bloodshot eyes, his tone tinged with mockery. "But I remember you always being selfish. Apart from your pitiful reputation, have you ever cared about anything else?"

"Your mother was abducted by the demons, and you were willing to hide like a turtle. After she was rescued and returned home, you imprisoned her in the backyard. You blamed her, insulted her, and abandoned her..."

"My sister Xie Zhaozhao was extremely talented, but because you suspected she was of demonic blood, you abandoned her and married her off to a distant place, where she died in tears."

"The demons slaughtered the entire Xie family, but you only cared about escaping for your own life, never once looking back."

Every time he spoke, a force hit Xie Tonghe, breaking his ribs and shattering his meridians.

"You're telling me now that I was confused for a moment? That's ridiculous."

Xie Tonghe was beaten to the point of spitting blood, but he still struggled and begged for mercy: "Yunqing, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please spare my life for the sake of me raising you for many years. I can also help you plan for power and status, and help you become the master of the three realms, I..."

Xie Yunqing interrupted him: "Lord of the Three Realms? Power and status?"

"Heh." He sneered, full of sarcasm: "The Immortal Sect is hypocritical, fighting for false reputation and getting hurt. The Demon Clan is cruel and cunning, and will do anything for their ambition."

He looked down at Xie Tonghe, who was kneeling on the ground in pain, at the shocked and confused people from the Immortal Sect, and at the scattered demons.

The voice resounded clearly throughout the battlefield: "These disgusting things, I, Xie Yunqing, don't care at all."

He lowered his head and his gaze fell back on the pale face of the woman in his arms. His cold eyes gradually melted, leaving only the unmelted heartache.

The trembling fingertips gently wiped the blood from the corner of Shen Wenji's mouth, and the movements were so gentle that they were completely different from the evil spirit just now.

Xie Yunqing held her tighter in his arms, and gentle and pure spiritual power continuously flowed into her body, protecting her weak heart.

"In this world, the only person I care about is the one in my arms."

"All living things, all the powers of the three realms, in my eyes, are not even as valuable as a single hair of hers."

He gently put Shen Wenji aside, raised his hands to form seals, and cast countless protective magic circles, making him as solid as a rock.

Then he stood up and looked at Xie Tonghe coldly: "Next, it's your turn."

"For every bit you hurt her, I will make you pay it back a thousandfold."

The next moment, Xie Tonghe felt an irresistible force grabbing his neck and lifting him off the ground.

The hand that Xie Yunqing transformed with his demonic energy was like an iron clamp. The surging demonic energy poured into Xie Tonghe's body, madly destroying his meridians but not letting him die immediately.

"Ahhhh!" A shrill scream rang out.

Xie Yunqing frowned irritably and touched his earlobe: "Be quiet, Wen Ji needs to rest, don't disturb her."

Before he could finish his words, a spiritual power sealed Xie Tonghe's throat and tongue, making him unable to even scream. He could only stare with fear and despair, feeling his cultivation being cruelly destroyed.

"I have engraved every detail of the past in my heart." Xie Yunqing leaned close to him, his voice low and like the whisper of a demon. "She doesn't like killing. I wanted to spare your life, but who would have thought you were so blind as to hurt her."

As he spoke, Xie Yunqing reached into Xie Tonghe's Dantian Qi Hai with his hand, clenched his five fingers suddenly, and stirred it vigorously.

Xie Tonghe convulsed in severe pain and let out a silent wail.

All his life's cultivation was crushed by the violent demonic energy, and eventually turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

Xie Tonghe trembled violently, and his body fell to the ground. The light in his eyes was completely dim, his cultivation was completely wasted, and he became a useless person.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Xie Yunqing said in a cold voice, laughing softly, "I think it would be more interesting to let you live in this world with a crippled body and die without redemption."

He threw the dying Xie Tonghe to the ground as if he were discarding a piece of garbage.

After dealing with Xie Tonghe, Xie Yunqing never looked at the battlefield again. What happened to the Immortal Sect? What happened to the Demon Clan? None of this had anything to do with him.

He waved his hand to break the protective formation he had set up, gently picked up Shen Wenji, carefully wrapped her in his wide outer robe, turned around and left.

The black demonic energy formed a barrier around him. Anyone who tried to stop him was repelled by the force he casually exerted, and no one dared to step forward.

He walked across the dense sea of ​​people, took one last look at Xie Tonghe, and said indifferently, "It's best if I never see you again. The next time we meet, I will kill you."

After saying that, he said no more.

In full view of the crowd, Xie Yunqing waved his hand to disperse the secret technique of the Tianque Bell, and the last trace of puppetry remaining on it was completely wiped out and turned into nothingness.

This move eliminated the threat of the Immortal Sect being manipulated again, and many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Yunqing had no time to pay attention to the subsequent disputes between immortals and demons.

In his world, the only thing left was Shen Wenji, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker in his arms.

"Wen Ji, hold on... I'll take you home."

Xie Yunqing picked up the seriously injured Shen Wenji, and his aura burst out, forcibly tearing the space apart. His figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

All that was left was a mess and a crowd of stunned people.

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In the back mountain of Hehuan Sect, there is the Yangling Spring.

Xie Yunqing set up multiple protective barriers at the entrance.

After everything was arranged, he held Shen Wenji in his arms and stepped into the Yangling Spring, which was filled with white spiritual mist. The warm spring water enveloped her, and he carefully supported her waist and let her slowly immerse herself in the spring.

Shen Wenji curled up unconsciously, and bright red blood beads slid down his collarbone, dyeing his plain clothes a glaring red.

His fingers trembled as he carefully unbuttoned her outer shirt, which had long been soaked in blood. His Adam's apple rolled, and he held his breath to avoid the sword wound that was deep enough to see the bone, and took off her bloodstained undershirt bit by bit.

When my fingers touched her back, I found that the blood had seeped through the fabric and stuck to her skin.

A look of heartache flashed in Xie Yunqing's eyes. He finally gritted his teeth and tore the sticky fabric apart, completely revealing the hideous wound on his chest.

Although most of the sword energy was offset by the magic weapon, the remaining force left by the angry attack of the fusion stage cultivator still broke through his spiritual power shield and continued to erode her heart meridians.

Xie Yunqing's eyes were red. He supported her lower back and let her lean against the stone beside the spring.

He poured out his finest ointment from a porcelain bottle, mixing it with spiritual spring water to create a refreshing light green color. He placed his palm over the wound, and with the gentlest pressure, he rubbed the ointment into it over and over again.

The medicinal fragrance was mixed with the spiritual power of the spring water. Under the combined effect of the two, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly turning the hideous blood color into light pink. As time passed, the skin returned to its smoothness.

However, Shen Wenji's face was still as pale as paper, and his breath was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

Xie Yunqing frowned, grabbed her wrist in panic, and carefully inserted a trace of spiritual power. His heart immediately sank to the bottom.

This is the result he least wants to see.

Shen Wenji's external injuries have healed, but his internal spiritual roots have been severely damaged and almost shattered, and his spiritual power is constantly dissipating.

What Xie Tonghe's sword really dealt a heavy blow to was the foundation of her spiritual veins.

He somewhat regretted sparing Xie Tonghe's life. Xie Tonghe should be punished with death and go to hell.

"No, it's okay, there must be other ways." Xie Yunqing hugged Shen Wenji tightly in his arms, his body trembling slightly with fear.

He murmured softly, "Wen Ji, wake up... Please open your eyes and look at me..."

Just when he was in despair, a sound transmission note passed through the protective barrier and landed in front of him.

He waved his hand lightly to investigate, and found out that it was a message from Elder Zhang of the Hehuan Sect. When the two of them stepped into the territory of the Hehuan Sect, she sensed Shen Wenji's crisis.

Xie Yunqing seemed to have grasped the last straw and immediately activated the sound transmission talisman.

Elder Zhang's shadow emerged. Seeing Shen Wenji's condition, her face was extremely solemn: "Spiritual roots are scattered, and the origin is damaged... Ordinary elixirs and spells are powerless to save the situation."

"Senior, you must have a way, right?" Xie Yunqing asked urgently with tears in his eyes, his voice hoarse.

Elder Zhang pondered for a moment, then looked at Xie Yunqing with a complicated expression: "Perhaps... only our Hehuan Sect's dual cultivation method, using the pure Yuan Yang or Yuan Yin Qi as a guide, and blending the mind and soul, can reshape the spiritual roots and stabilize the origin."

"I can!" Hope ignited in Xie Yunqing's eyes: "Tell me the technique, and I will..."

"It's not that simple." Elder Zhang interrupted him and said bluntly, "The Hehuan Sect's dual cultivation technique uses one person's spiritual power as a guide to repair the other's spiritual roots."

Her scrutinizing gaze fell on Xie Yunqing, and she spoke in a serious tone, "Young man, the power in your body is mixed now. Although your demonic energy is strong, it is too violent. If you practice dual cultivation with Wen Ji in this state..."

Elder Zhang paused and said cruelly, "Not only can we not save her, but the two alien auras rushing into her fragile spiritual roots will only accelerate the collapse of her spiritual veins."

Xie Yunqing was struck by lightning, frozen in place, and asked in a trembling voice, "What should we do then?"

Elder Zhang sighed, "For now, the only solution is to use evil magic to completely suppress the demonic energy and demonic power within you before we begin dual cultivation, restoring you to your purest spiritual state. Only then can we begin dual cultivation."

"But this technique is extremely risky, and the side effects are unknown. If you're not careful, you might be attacked by the demonic energy and explode to death."

Elder Zhang looked at Xie Yunqing seriously and asked, "Are you willing to take the risk?"

"I'm willing!" Xie Yunqing said eagerly, his tone firm, "Even if it means risking my own life, I will do it as long as I can save her."

"Don't rush to answer, I have a second method."

"If you use this method, you won't have to take any risks." She paused, her words cruelly saying, "I will find another Yuanyang disciple with pure spiritual power from the sect to help Wen Ji stabilize her spiritual veins and help her regain her vitality."

What Elder Zhang meant was... to find another man to practice dual cultivation with Wen Ji, to have physical intimacy and to blend their souls and bodies?

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