Chapter 42 Father, are you... going to kill me...?
When danger approached, Yao Jin was trembling with excitement.
Body Tempering Grass is rare. Chu Fengliu had explained it to her before—ordinary people who want to become cultivators must be born with spiritual roots to have spiritual veins and spiritual palaces. And not every cultivator who is born with spiritual roots can have spiritual veins. Only cultivators with heavenly spiritual roots or dual or triple spiritual roots can cultivate their spiritual roots into spiritual veins and spiritual palaces.
Of course, it is precisely because these cultivators have spiritual veins and spiritual palaces in their bodies that they are able to store more spiritual power than others.
Spiritual energy is certainly not inexhaustible. Although there is a lot of spiritual energy in the outside world, a cultivator's body can only be a vessel. A cultivator must first store the spiritual energy in the outside world in his body, and when he needs to use it, he can only use the spiritual energy stored in his body.
In this situation, it is clear how important innate talent is, and the Body Tempering Grass can change innate talent, making it a truly heaven-defying item.
The growth environment of the Body Tempering Grass is also very special. It must feel the purest and most Yin power in the Five Elements for tens of thousands of years before it can grow from a seed into a seedling. In the process, it must also avoid being hunted by herbivorous beasts in order to grow into a divine herb.
Yao Jin was determined to stay in this secret realm for several years before finding the Body Tempering Grass, but he never expected the surprise to come so quickly.
She was determined to obtain this unparalleled herb, thus ignoring Xie Shou's heart-wrenching roars from afar.
"No! Look behind you!"
Behind the golden cloak lies a pair of sharp claws several meters tall.
The claws were skeletal, devoid of flesh and blood, exuding only a chilling aura of bloodlust. With a single claw, they charged towards Meng Ji's location with the force of a thousand troops.
It had been far too long since he had dealt with cultivators, yet even after all this time, the Demon King could still smell the spiritual energy emanating from these cultivators.
The Demon King's soul was forcibly awakened, and at this moment he was like an unintelligent wild beast, rampaging wildly.
Wherever it passed, nothing grew; the ground was so devastated by the demonic energy that even the earth itself was torn up, leaving behind ramp-like tracks.
At this point, no one cared about doubts or suspicions anymore; everyone's hearts were in their throats—this was the Demon King, and being caught by the Demon King meant certain death!
Even Leng Dandan was shocked by this powerful demonic energy she had never seen before. She shrank behind Meng Ji and cried out in fear, "Senior brother, don't worry about her, quickly close the barrier."
Fearing contagion, one person collapsed first, and then the panic of the others poured out. They had bright futures ahead of them; many were planning to take over the future sects after leaving the secret realm. But now they were about to perish here—"What should we do? I was planning to propose to my junior sister when I go back this time."
"Father, Mother, your unfilial son is afraid he will die in this secret realm."
"I don't want to! I want to live! I want to live!"
"Can we go back?"
In a life-or-death moment, facing his old enemy, Meng Ji narrowed his eyes and finally accelerated the closure of the barrier. However, before the barrier gate could envelop everyone, he stood out alone.
The white bones, however, did not stop because of this seemingly heroic act; instead, they charged even more fiercely.
A loud bang!
Yao Jin was knocked to the ground by the white bones, unable to even utter a cry of pain.
It was incredibly painful. First, it felt like all his internal organs had shifted, and then it felt like his bones and flesh were being separated. All his organs felt like they were shattered into eight pieces, and Yao Jin immediately vomited a pool of blood.
"Father." She murmured incredulously at the familiar palm strike; she couldn't believe her father would hurt her.
Po Jun rushed out at this moment. He still maintained Ding Wang's appearance, but he grabbed the person and rolled to the side to avoid the Demon King's path of attack. "Father's soul was forcibly awakened for some reason. He is not clear-headed now. You and I should stay away for now. After Father kills them and calms down his anger, we will look for the Mirror of Tracing Origins."
Po Jun suppressed the bloodlust stirring within him and said this.
He tried to escape with Yao Jin, but she stubbornly refused. Despite the pain in her bones and flesh, she cried out, "Get that herb first!"
Yao Jin desperately pushed Po Jun away, letting Po Jun go and get the Body Tempering Grass.
She stood up and ran towards Meng Ji.
Yao Jin exuded an imposing aura. Beneath her ordinary face, only her eyes shone brightly. She was determined to accomplish what she set out to do, so she charged forward recklessly, completely disregarding how comical her uncoordinated running posture looked, as her entire body was disjointed.
"Master, quick, run!" Yao Jin stumbled over. His father would never kill him; he would kill Meng Ji and the others.
Almost everyone thought so.
For a moment, Meng Ji stopped what he was doing. He looked at the strange girl who was moving like a puppet and began to take this unexpected "disciple" seriously.
Before entering the secret realm, he had never thought of taking on a disciple—simply because his wife had already exhausted most of his energy, and the little energy he had left was used to deal with the affairs of Buzhou Mountain and to make room for the woman who could be called his mother.
He had to return his blood and bones to his birth mother, and he also had to think about how to reunite with his wife with new blood and bones. Under such circumstances, he really didn't have time to spare his attention for a witch of unknown origin.
But this witch seems to genuinely want to be his apprentice.
Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. Since heaven and earth show no favoritism and treat all things equally, shouldn't they also be free from prejudice?
So even if she is a demon, shouldn't she receive the treatment she deserves as a disciple?
Thinking this, Meng Ji's urge to kill him vanished.
In his view, the unexpected reunion of the Demon King's soul was brought about by them, but now the girl has been seriously injured by the Demon King, and even though her flesh and bones are broken, she still wants to come to him.
Such courage—coming alone solely for him—should not have ended up like this.
"My disciple, come behind me..."
He was speaking when, with a thud, Yao Jin knelt down right where he could see.
She hopped around like a three-year-old child, seemingly unsure of how to control her legs, yet stubbornly insisted, "Master, quickly retreat three zhang away."
The reason it's three zhang is because the aura of the demonic scales on her body can only spread within a radius of a hundred li. Beyond that limit, the scent of the demonic scales disappears.
Retreating three zhang (approximately 10 meters) is within that safe zone.
Yao Jin didn't know how all this happened, but she guessed that there were only a few reasons why her father might have been awakened. It could be because of the aura of his old nemesis, or because he smelled the scent of the Mirror of Origin, which is why he woke up prematurely.
Even if he didn't recognize anyone else, he should have recognized her demonic scale. He had personally infused this demonic scale with five hundred years of his own power when she came of age.
At that time, the Demon King said, "I want my Yao Jin to be able to live a life of unrestrained indulgence."
With the power of the Demon King, how could Yao Jin not act recklessly?
Therefore, at this point, she naively believed that even if her father was insane, he would not kill her.
The twist of fate is always unexpected. When Yao Jin collapsed to his knees in pain, those sharp claws pierced through his chest with a soft thud.
Even though the Demon King's claws are invisible at this moment, they are still enough to cause damage.
The blood kept flowing from Yao Jin's mouth, while Leng Dandan, standing behind Meng Ji, curled her lips into a smile. She opened and closed her mouth, silently saying, "You bitch, prepare to die."
Leng Dandan is not particularly talented, nor is her cultivation level high. The only thing that everyone can agree on is that she possesses many treasures.
There is a treasure called "Centrifugal Force". If you attach "Centrifugal Force" to an object, you can summon a great demon from the surrounding area and have it attack the person wearing the object.
Of course, summoning the Demon King was also beyond Leng Dandan's expectations.
But when the Demon King's hand appeared behind Yao Jin, she knew the plan had succeeded. Everyone thought the Demon King was after them, but no one knew that the Demon King had only appeared to kill Yao Jin.
Her fear and crying were all an act.
She wanted her senior brother to close the barrier and personally cut off Yao Jin's path to survival, but she didn't expect that this bitch would still not give up, and she didn't expect that her senior brother would come out before the barrier closed.
On the other side, severely injured, Yao Jin could no longer maintain the concealment of her demonic aura. In fact, due to the shared origin of her technique with the Demon King, she began to leak the same aura as the Demon King.
Her transformed appearance was almost impossible to maintain, but Yao Jin knew that there was still one thing she hadn't accomplished. She couldn't die, and she didn't want to die.
"Are you alright?" Po Jun took the herb and practically flew to Yao Jin's side. His hands trembled as he wiped the blood from Yao Jin's face. "Can you still move? Shall I take you back to the demon clan?"
His only response was Yao Jin's stubborn silence.
Po Jun's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly said sharply, "What kind of grass is this? Why did you feed it to him? What are you insisting on? Even now, what are you still insisting on?"
"Give this grass to Mengji to eat," Yao Jin said weakly, lowering her head and clutching her chest.
The usually arrogant Yao Jin had never begged anyone like this before. Po Jun felt sorry for her and just held her, saying repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll feed him. Don't talk anymore, heal your wounds first."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a golden light appeared out of thin air, blocking the Demon King's attack—which, despite his confused state, was aimed at Yao Jin with his claws—"Bang!"
Several loud crashes rang out, and the scorched ground around them shattered.
Amidst the swirling gold and dust, she raised her eyes in a daze and looked at her father, whom she admired and respected, and asked, "Are you... going to kill me?"
The scene changed instantly, leaving everyone confused. But Meng Ji could tell that the Demon King's killing intent was directed at the girl.
His expression was unreadable, but he immediately set up a barrier.
The hastily erected barrier was no match for the previous one, and it was also built using his own cultivation. Although his spiritual power was not completely exhausted, sword cultivators are good at supporting attacks, and without his natal sword, even a Celestial Lord's immortal power was greatly diminished.
Damage to the heart meridian is certainly not a good thing. Meng Ji pursed his lips slightly, silently apologizing. He raised his hand in mid-air and called out, "Shuanghua."
At the command, Yao Jin's heart leaped into his throat.
From afar, the sound of air being torn apart rang out, followed by an incomparably chilling sword aura.
Frostflower was indeed no ordinary sword. Even though it was a gift and isolated in a secret realm, it could still rush through when summoned by its master.
The cold, gleaming sword, carrying a frosty aura, slowly appeared in Meng Ji's hand. However, a letter was stuck at the end of the sword. The letter was pierced through, and the writing on the back was somewhat messy, as if it had been written by a child in a panic. The words read: "To the Immortal Lord"—it was Xiao Yun's handwriting.
But then the Demon King's attack came again, and even though the letter was extremely urgent, there was no time to examine it carefully.
Meng Ji glanced at the letter, then put it in his sleeve before raising his hand and unleashing a frost-cold sword intent.
The natal sword is far superior to the wooden sword. Man and sword become one, and the sword energy sweeps across the sky, creating nine divine lights in the void, dazzling and brilliant.
One of the disciples immediately recognized it: "It's the Frost Nether Nine Swords!"
Some disciples also noticed: "Heavens! The Immortal Lord's realm has actually reached the Mahayana stage, just one step away from ascending to heaven!"
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Author's Note: Chapters 33 and 34 have been slightly modified. You can go back and check them; there are changes to the plot. [shy]
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