Chapter 51: Replaced and dared to talk back.
(Fifty-one)
Demon Palace Altar.
Complex spells were carved into the black stone. A body lay quietly in the center of the formation, and dozens of human heads were placed on all sides of the body, arranged in an extremely strange manner - the empty eye sockets and sunken mouths faced the center, and blood flowed out of the heads, following the grooves of the spell and flowing into the sleeping body in the center.
In mid-air, a steady stream of black demonic energy emanated from Qianxu's palm and injected into the body.
The demonic energy had been injected into the puppet for seven days and seven nights, but even with that wisp of divine soul attached to it, the puppet was still not strong enough.
It's all the fault of that idiot Demon Lord. He died so easily at the hands of Shen Changyi. Otherwise, with his blood as a sacrifice, this puppet would definitely be the most perfect.
Qianxu descended from the air and touched the ground with his toes.
He glanced at the puppet that looked exactly like Shen Changyi, his expression becoming even colder.
We have to kill more people, the more the better, until this puppet has the strength to fight Shen Changyi.
The blood from dozens of heads had drained out. The eyelashes of the black-clothed puppet in the center of the formation trembled, and after a moment, it opened its eyes.
Qianxu looked at him in surprise, "He regained consciousness so quickly..."
Shen Changyi's soul is truly powerful. He has only saved two thousand lives, yet he is already able to open his eyes and have self-awareness.
A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he slowly walked towards the puppet he had created. "Zhu Xuan, are you awake?"
Qianxu named him Zhuo Xuan - the damn Zhuo Xuan from seven hundred years ago whom he could never find.
The puppet stood up from the formation, his eyes swept around calmly and coldly, without saying a word.
Seeing him stand up to leave, Qianxu frowned, "Don't worry, you still need another five years of refining before you can defeat that monster Shen Changyi."
The other party seemed to have not heard his words at all, and was still looking at everything in the Demon Palace.
Qianxu felt a sense of foreboding in his heart. He touched the long sword at his waist and said calmly, "Kneel down. I am your master."
His spells could not possibly go wrong. For thousands of years, except for Li Shanglu who accidentally escaped from his control, all the puppets he created would obey his orders.
After hearing his words, the puppet seemed to finally notice that there was another person here.
He shifted his gaze towards Qianxu, looking down from above.
The look in his eyes, as if he were looking at an ant, made Qianxu's hair stand on end. He subconsciously took a half step back and lowered his voice, "I told you to kneel down!"
After a long time, the puppet suddenly raised its hand and grabbed his throat, tightening it in an instant.
With a click, the fragile neck broke and blood flowed from the corner of Qianxu's mouth.
As the head fell to the ground, he looked at the puppet he had created with his own hands in disbelief, his eyes gradually filled with rage.
Why, even just a wisp of soul can escape his control!
Qian Xu picked up the fallen head from the ground and put it back in its original place. The flesh and blood between the neck and the head quickly glued together and grew. He stared at the puppet with great resentment.
It seems that I have no choice but to give up.
"Phytolacca."
The puppet actually...spoke.
His voice was hoarse and emotionless, but the words he said made Qian Xu's pupils shrink and he looked at him in shock.
"Xiao Huang, just listen to Shang Lu's orders."
Qianxu nearly vomited blood. He glared at Zhou Xuan fiercely. How could he not understand the reason? Shen Changyi had already given this soul a strict order to always obey Li Shanglu's words.
"Your name is not Xiao Huang, your name is Zhu Xuan."
Qianxu said gloomily, he raised his hand and tried to use magic to correct Xiao Huang's thoughts.
But no matter how many spells Qianxu cast, the puppet still stubbornly believed that he was Xiao Huang and must obey Shang Lu's orders. Shen Changyi's soul was truly indestructible, and he had no way of forcibly changing the will of this stupid puppet.
Suddenly, Qianxu remembered something and his anger disappeared.
Shen Changyi's spirit and will were firm, but Li Shanglu's was not necessarily so.
He gently coaxed, "Xiao Huang only obeys Shang Lu's orders, right?"
"Um."
Seeing him nod seriously, Qianxu smiled, with a cold light in his eyes.
"You stay here obediently, I will repair your body for you, and then I will take you to see Shang Lu in five years. How about that?"
Hearing that he could meet Shanglu, Xiao Huang's eyes lit up slightly and he said softly, "Okay."
After a pause, he was confused again, his voice still stuttering, "If I'm not here, who will protect Shanglu?"
Qian Xu pinched his forehead, where veins were throbbing, and said casually, "You don't need to worry about it. Shen Changyi will protect her."
Hearing this, Xiao Huang's expression suddenly turned cold and he muttered in a low voice.
"He didn't. Protect him, Pokeweed."
Every time Shanglu was in danger, he protected her.
However, Shen Changyi is always late, which puts Shang Lu in danger.
Xiao Huang, annoying, Shen Changyi.
Hearing this, Qian Xu slowly raised his eyes, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, and he helped Xiao Huang straighten his clothes. "Yes, you should kill Shen Changyi and take his place. Only in this way can you always stand by Shang Lu and protect her and the child. Xiao Huang, Shang Lu needs you."
It's clearly a wisp of my own soul, yet I hate myself so much. Shen Changyi, you don't seem as invulnerable as I imagined.
"Shanglu, you need me."
Xiao Huang's fingers hidden in his sleeves curled up little by little.
"I want to replace Shen Changyi."
*
Ming Zhou Sect, Jianfeng.
Many disciples were secretly observing them.
"Practicing a set of sword moves two thousand times is terrifying."
"Senior Brother Xie's daily training is so strict, no wonder he is so strong."
"Yeah, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to hold on any longer."
"Look, that Qi Refining Stage disciple seems to be about to collapse."
"Come on! The pride of our Qi Refining Stage!"
Li Shanglu was extremely tired.
She really didn't expect that Shen Changyi would actually teach her and other disciples equally.
Moreover, this idiot was specifically teaching her.
"Keep your arm flat. Your posture is wrong again." He frowned and used his scabbard to lift Li Shanglu's forearm and hold it in place. "Keep this position for three incense sticks."
Three incense sticks?
Li Shanglu opened his eyes slightly. Did he really know how long three incense sticks were? The sun was about to set!
The disciples around her all looked at her, and she could only suppress her anger and hold on for the sake of face.
She was so tired that her arms felt like they weren't her own.
Li Shanglu couldn't help but tremble, but was discovered by Shen Changyi again.
The cold, heavy scabbard suddenly struck her shoulder. Li Shanglu was already aching all over, and this blow only made her even more annoyed. Unable to bear it any longer, she angrily shouted, "You hit me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples around him looked at them.
Li Shanglu's body stiffened.
"Did it hurt?" Shen Changyi was panicked for a moment, and hurried forward to rub her shoulders twice. He clearly didn't use any force, he was just helping her to correct her posture, so how could it hurt?
"I'm sorry, I..."
Before he could finish, Li Shanglu glared at him and made the shape of the word "get out" with his mouth.
Shen Changyi still wanted to rub her skin with concern, but Li Shanglu turned away.
His hand stopped in mid-air, he sighed, and left silently.
Although he was scolded, Shen Changyi still dutifully came to see how her sword skills were going every once in a while.
When Shen Changyi came over to correct her posture for the umpteenth time, Li Shanglu finally couldn't hold it anymore and came forward, gnashing his teeth in his ear and whispering, "Shen Changyi, I need to rest."
Shen Changyi pursed his lips and said softly, "Shang Lu, you only practiced half a move." He had already reduced the difficulty for Shang Lu.
"I don't care. I want to rest, eat, and drink water right now." She gritted her teeth and threatened, "Don't force me anymore."
Hearing this, Shen Changyi nodded helplessly and had to let all the disciples rest together. He would stop teaching here for today and let them go back to practice and comprehend on their own.
The disciples dispersed one after another, and Li Shanglu finally drank her first sip of water, her thirsty throat finally moistened. She was so tired that she sat down against a weeping willow tree and couldn't even stand up.
If she had known that practicing swordsmanship was so much more difficult than refining pills, she would never have come even if you killed her.
Looking up at the pavilion, it seemed that the two cubs were about to wake up. Little Persimmon would cry for milk every time at this time.
Li Shanglu was just about to stand up when a figure suddenly blocked his way.
"Junior sister, I didn't expect the training to end so early." Yun Zhao smiled cheerfully and extended his hand towards her, as if he knew her very well. "Let me help you up. Let's go down the mountain to eat later. I'll treat you to Tianweiju."
Looking at the hand, Li Shanglu's eyes darkened slightly.
This smile and tone were inexplicably similar to someone named He she knew.
It makes me annoyed when I see it.
She ignored Yunzhao, stood up by herself with the help of the willow tree, and rubbed her aching waist.
If she continues to be tormented by Shen Changyi like this, she may not even live past the age of thirty.
Yun Zhao was treated as if she was invisible, but he still approached without any reaction and said with a playful smile, "You haven't eaten at Tianweiju, right? Their squirrel fish is the best in the world. After such a tiring training today, it's perfect for a good meal..."
Before he could finish, his voice stopped abruptly.
A figure in snow-white clothes passed by him and held Li Shanglu's hand.
Yun Zhao was stunned for a moment, unable to react. The other party gave him a cold look, then quickly withdrew his gaze and gently held Li Shanglu's hand.
"Little Persimmon is crying."
Li Shanglu was so tired that he pulled away the veil and said casually, "I told you long ago that you couldn't do it all at once. So I have to do it."
"Well... Shanglu, you've worked hard." He supported Li Shanglu as he walked towards the pavilion. After a while, he looked back at Yunzhao and said calmly, "Go back early."
After the words fell, Yun Zhao finally came to his senses and bowed to them respectfully, "Yes."
Shanglu, Li Shanglu, Danxiu, the wife of Lord Sword Immortal.
So that's why...
Yun Zhao suddenly realized it for a moment and hit his head in frustration.
How could he be so stupid? Li Shanglu clearly said that she knew Lord Sword Immortal, but he didn't even notice the difference in the atmosphere between them. He even invited Lord Sword Immortal's wife to dinner alone. Haven't he lived enough?
It’s over. Could it be that starting tomorrow, the Sword Immortal will no longer teach him how to practice sword?
Damn it, he should never flirt with the junior sister again and only flirt with the junior brother, right?
*
After returning to Shutong Pavilion, Li Shanglu took a bath and went to bed.
The cubs lay in her arms, sucking milk obediently like two little balls.
Shen Changyi changed out of his coat, tied on an apron and prepared to cook. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the table and he stopped.
"Phytolacca."
Li Shanglu was playing with Little Orange. When he heard his voice, he said lazily, "What's wrong? Is the meal ready?"
Little Orange is so cute, with big, round eyes that are bright and moist. For some reason, he looks a bit like a chubby version of Shen Changyi.
When her hair grows out, she will braid it into the same braid that Orange loved most when she was a child.
Shen Changyi walked up to her, handed her a piece of paper, and smiled gently, "Look."
Li Shanglu picked up the paper casually and looked at it, blinking his eyelashes.
Li Shanglu, a disciple of Danfeng of Mingzhou Sect, ranked tenth in the sect competition and was awarded a top-grade Suyuan Pill and three thousand-year-old snow lotuses.
"Shanglu, congratulations." Shen Changyi was genuinely happy for her. "You won tenth place in your first sect competition. That's amazing."
I think it was the last magic test that helped Shang Lu get a very high score. The pill for purifying anger and clearing thoughts that Shang Lu refined had been lost for a long time. It was really amazing that he could refine the pill with his mortal body relying only on a book of alchemy.
She couldn't wait to look at Shen Changyi, "Where's the stuff?"
Ranking is not important, what about her reward?
Shen Changyi understood what she meant and immediately went to the table to get her prize.
A huanghuali wood box wrapped in a gold-embroidered brocade handkerchief, and a crystal clear storage ring.
"The thousand-year-old snow lotus is not easy to store. It should be placed in the storage ring so that it can be used to refine better pills in the future." Shen Changyi handed the box to Li Shanglu and said softly, "The Su Yuan Pill is also very suitable for you. It can help you temper your physical body."
Li Shanglu opened the box and found the Suyuan Pill inside.
She picked up the pill and found a small pill manual inside, which contained the method of refining the Su Yuan Pill. Good stuff, all good stuff.
Why is the sect competition only held once every five years? Can’t it be held every day?
After a pause, she suddenly remembered something.
"Could this thing have been sent to me while I was practicing sword?" She looked at Shen Changyi with a chill. If they hadn't gone to practice sword, she would have received this Su Yuan Dan. "It's all your fault. You insisted on making me practice some crappy sword."
If she had received the Suyuan Pill earlier, she wouldn't have needed to rely on sword practice to strengthen her physique. She suffered a whole day in vain!
Li Shanglu angrily dragged him to the couch and pulled his ear without any hesitation.
Shen Changyi covered his ears, looked at her guiltily, and whispered, "I didn't know the reward would be the Yuan-Su Pill."
Seeing him like this, Li Shanglu became angry. She said gloomily, "Alright, I won't settle this score with you. You acted like a good master today and hit me three times. What do you think I should do?"
Where did the three times come from?
How dare he hit Shanglu?
Besides, good Master…it sounds so strange.
Chen Changyi's face flushed red, and he huddled in the corner of the couch, covering his ears that had been pulled red by her, and whispered in a sophistry, "You didn't take me as your master, and I didn't hit you."
Li Shanglu: “?”
good.
What a great Shen Changyi.
They dare to talk back.
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