Chapter 302
Shen Wuyong said with a hint of jealousy, "Father is so good to you, sister. These bamboo slips are not easy to come by. You must study hard. If you have any questions, you can always ask me."
They didn't lock up Shen Jiao and let her walk around in Chaoxue. But no matter where Shen Jiao went, Wu Yong was always by her side. He was like a ghost, clinging to her tightly and acting weird from time to time.
The only good thing is that he is really teaching Shen Jiao how to control her abilities.
He said:
"First you have to see it, and second you have to let it grow."
Shen Jiao thought he was talking nonsense, but his surprisingly serious tone made Shen Jiao realize that he was actually teaching her seriously and couldn't wait to urge her to try.
"How do you try? Look inside?"
Shen Jiao has tried it, and introspection is useless.
"You have to try with all your heart," Wu Yong sat cross-legged in front of her, his palms spread out on his knees. "Sister, put your hands on me, concentrate your mind, and I will teach you."
Shen Jiao half-believed and half-heartedly knelt with him, hands touching. Just as she calmed down, a cold air flowed through her palms and into her body. That power was completely different from the gentle spiritual power. Although it was not rough, it was very aggressive. It dispersed the spiritual power in Shen Jiao's meridians and went straight to the spirit palace. Shen Jiao tried to pull her hand back, but he grabbed her wrist:
"What are you afraid of, sister? I won't kill you."
Just because he won't kill people doesn't mean he won't do other tricks.
"I don't need it! Get out!"
Shen Jiao mobilized his spiritual power to try to resist. He retreated a little, then forced his way in again. The gentle spiritual power and the cold and gloomy energy entangled together, one moving inside while the other struggled to push away, causing his meridians to swell slightly. That feeling...
"Shen Wuyong, I'll fuck your ancestors!"
What does this feel like? This is the feeling of dual cultivation!
Shen Jiao is a little girl who is easily tempted to kill, so she will restrain herself and avoid using spiritual power if possible, so as to avoid losing her life in vain due to anger.
So she wouldn't do such a thing.
But that doesn't mean she knows nothing about it.
She has sent spiritual power into other people's bodies more than once, so she certainly knows that sometimes if it is not controlled well, some serious things will go wrong, which is understandable.
But Shen Wuyong...it was obvious that he did it on purpose.
Deliberately dawdling!
After being exposed by Shen Jiao, she turned the tables and said, "Sister, why are you scolding me? I was teaching you how to practice with good intentions. Oh~ Could it be that you... have misunderstood? This is not good. I am your younger brother. Mom and Dad will be angry if they find out."
He said this, but in fact, several cold and gloomy auras were almost spreading throughout Shen Jiao's body.
"Why didn't my sister scold me anymore?" Shen Wuyong asked in confusion, "But do you like me?"
"Well... that's what my sister is thinking."
Feeling the sneaky spiritual power entering his body, Shen Wuyong was not concerned at first, but then he said with great disdain,
"Sister, you really don't understand romance..."
You finally came here just to tickle him?
"It's useless. My meridians are not that sensitive."
It stands to reason that a cultivator's body would be exceptionally sensitive, but Wuyong was not practicing that kind of skill, and he was also practicing poison skills, so he had long been numb. After all, it was poison, and he often dealt with Gu. If he was really that sensitive, he would be in so much pain.
Shen Jiao's approach was like using chicken feathers to tickle a thick-skinned elephant; it was useless.
Wuyong simply dispersed her spiritual power and ignored it. Shen Jiao still persevered and continued to try.
He has already reached the Lingtai.
The cold air tightly wrapped around the spiritual platform, and then directly rushed in, carrying Shen Jiao's weak spiritual power.
A different 'world' appeared in front of Shen Jiao.
It was as if my consciousness suddenly left my body and entered that strange 'world'.
She 'stood' on the dry riverbed, the ground beneath her feet was cracked like a spider web, and the fish had long since died. The scorching heat made her throat feel as if it was being roasted with every breath she took. Her skin was dry and the moisture in her body was quietly draining away.
Shen Jiao swallowed hard. A gust of wind blew, but it did not bring coolness, but a tangible heat wave.
"What the hell is this place?"
"Your spiritual world," Shen Wuyong said, standing beside her, enjoying the fun, "looks hopeless. Mom and Dad said you must have had this ability since you were very young, but never made good use of it... You must have overdrawn it many times, leaving it in this state. I guess it's completely useless now."
Shen Jiao glared at him and said, "If you don't know how to speak, just shut up."
"Sister, I'm telling the truth. You've seen it all. It's completely dead in here. There's not a single bit of life."
Shen Wuyong said in a rather cheerful tone,
"I'll take you out to report to my parents. Don't worry, they won't blame you. It doesn't matter if you're useless. I'm all they need."
Shen Jiao didn't bother to pay attention to him. She could feel that there was something else going on.
But not here. Shen Jiao moved his body, which was extremely weak and heavy for some reason, and tried to climb to the shore.
Things that used to be very simple now became extremely difficult. She was like an old person who was about to die. Her mind was still clear, but her body could not keep up. Every move she made was extremely slow.
The great strength that had never been lost also disappeared without a trace, and it was not easy to climb up by grabbing the rocks.
Shen Wuyong hadn't known when he'd run up there. He looked for a long time without reaching out, until Shen Jiao lay on the riverbed, like a dying fish, breathing out but not in. Then he said slowly, "Sister, this isn't the real world. Why do you have to walk step by step on your own?"
Shen Jiao's eyes turned red with anger and dryness, and she stared at him with an attitude of not closing her eyes: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was stunned: "Why does my voice sound like yours?"
No, not like him.
Shen Jiao's brain also slowed down, and she realized belatedly: "Your voice is better? You gave me your dead duck voice?! You shameless thing! Give me my voice!"
She was so angry that she didn't need Shen Wuyong to explain in detail. She learned to move her body according to her heart and appeared behind Shen Wuyong. She raised her foot to kick him. He dodged it, but Shen Jiao didn't have time to retract her foot and directly split him.
"Sister, I don't like watching acrobatics," Shen Wuyong said. "Think carefully about it. Is this something that can be exchanged? I'm like this because my voice is naturally like this."
"You're farting!" Shen Jiao's voice was so hoarse that she could hardly hear herself roaring. "My voice has never sounded like this before! Not everyone's throat has been crushed by an overturned carriage!"
Shen Wuyong: ...He hasn’t had that kind of experience!
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