Chapter 11 I will not hand over the Heavenly Spiritual Root to you!
The heart that heard the human voice was being twisted and constricted by the spiritual power that was being drawn into threads, causing a sharp pain as if it were being cut by a knife.
His body was burning hot, and his mind was a complete blank. He was so unaware that his wolf ears and tail had been exposed.
In his dazed state, he only felt someone touch his cheek with the back of their cold hand.
Hearing voices, it loosened its tail and unconsciously grabbed that hand, pulling it into its arms, wanting to rely on the coolness.
The person who touched him visibly paused, then hurriedly withdrew their hand, stuffed the creature's tail back into his arms, and left something behind with a "clatter" next to him.
Later, upon hearing the voice, he fell into a deep sleep.
However, his body was no longer so hot. A faint coolness enveloped him, making him feel as if he were sleeping in soft clouds, and the pain in his heart quickly disappeared.
His expression relaxed, his breathing became more even, and he slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.
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On the other side.
After leaving Se Sha by Wen Rensheng's side to protect him, He Mu jumped off the roof alone and recalled the "Number One Divine Sword Under Heaven" that he had just thrown out.
Having consumed the Heavenly Spirit Root, Chen Lian quickly regained his freedom. His speed was more than ten times faster than before. Almost at the same time that the wooden sword returned to He Mu's hand, Chen Lian's palm strike had already reached He Mu.
He Mu dodged with his head tilted, but did not attack. Instead, he circled around the Sword Sect's training grounds.
Normally, there would be no need for such trouble; Mu could easily pierce through Chen Lian with just a twig.
But now that Chen Lian has swallowed a part of the Heavenly Spiritual Root, his body has also been temporarily assimilated by the Heavenly Spiritual Root. Judging from Wen Rensheng's uncomfortable appearance just now, the damage suffered by the Heavenly Spiritual Root will probably be returned to Wen Rensheng at the same time.
This child is too delicate; he'll probably cry if he's in any pain, and tears will keep falling.
He Mu is not yet so wicked as to deliberately make a child cry.
“Chen Lian,” He Mu pulled back to his senses, looked at Chen Lian in front of him, and said coldly, “Your organs and meridians are mostly damaged. Your dying struggle is useless. Now answer my questions properly, and you can die with some value.”
Having swallowed the Heavenly Spiritual Root, Chen Lian had already extinguished most of his divine consciousness, and even his pupils were rolled back. He was making random moves while muttering things like "Heavenly Spiritual Root," "Die," and "No," as half of his three souls and seven spirits had already left.
In this state, asking any further questions is pointless.
He clicked his tongue and said, "Fine... The ultimatum has been issued, and you scum can't escape your fate."
While deflecting Chen Lian's chaotic attacks, he pondered the timing of the end of the assimilation of the Heavenly Spiritual Root, preparing to win in one fell swoop.
The fight between the two was quite a spectacle, especially after He Mu released his divine power, which even triggered celestial phenomena, with a strong wind blowing back and the originally brightly lit candlelight in the central hall suddenly going out.
The other elders who were discussing matters in the main hall were quickly alerted.
A group of people hurriedly and hurriedly pushed open the main hall door.
Upon seeing Chen Lian and He Mu fighting so fiercely, the group stopped at the doorway, not daring to go any further.
One of the white-bearded elders flicked his sleeve and immediately slapped his young apprentice beside him, scolding him in a low voice:
"Didn't I tell you to lock the door? Why did you let him out?!"
The disciple stammered, "I...I don't know either? Master, Senior Brother Chen seems a bit off. I remember he has mixed spiritual roots, how could he be fighting on par with Cang Yu...I mean, with the Mountain God?"
"Tsk," the white-bearded elder said with disgust, "Do you really think that good-for-nothing can amount to anything? Just like his father, he's greedy for the Heavenly Spiritual Root and only wants to enjoy a moment of pleasure."
The fake "Wu Di" from earlier in the day also came out. His shoulder wound was still wrapped in a thick layer of white cloth. His appearance remained unchanged, but he no longer had the impulsive and easily agitated look he had before.
He pulled the white-bearded elder and his disciple apart and said slowly, "What's the rush? Isn't this fine?"
The white-bearded elder rolled his eyes: "What's so good about it?"
The imposter "Wu Di" stroked his beard and said in a calm tone, "Chen Lian has offended the mountain god this time and is already on his deathbed. We don't need to help him."
"I'll temporarily isolate his five senses, and then you and I will go and retrieve the other half of his spiritual root... Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"
The white-bearded elder snorted and asked, "Where is the other half of the Heavenly Spiritual Root now?"
The counterfeit "Wu Di" brand did not respond.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze passing over the dojo and landing on Wenrensheng on the rooftop not far away.
Behind the sound of people, a large patch of dark clouds pressed down on the upturned eaves, turning the sky into an endless inky black.
The wind howled, filling the pavilions and towers, as if a torrential downpour was imminent.
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Snap.
A raindrop landed on Wenrensheng's cheek, slowly sliding down the contours to the edge of her earlobe.
"Woof—"
A faint bark reached my ears, causing Wen Rensheng's eyelashes to flutter.
His consciousness gradually returned from his sleep, and the blurry sounds around him gradually became clearer as they approached.
Hearing voices, he felt like he had a long, beautiful dream. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to find that he had been sleeping on the roof tiles.
"Woof!"
The barking reached his ears again. He looked down at the sound of voices and saw a guard dog wagging its tail at him from under the eaves.
It was the guard dog that shared his steamed buns; it was the one that woke him up just now.
Hearing human voices, the dog waved happily and shouted, "Thank you for waking me up!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud bang was heard, and a plume of dust suddenly rose up beside the dog.
Then, in Wen Rensheng's gaze, a human-shaped object was slammed hard against the wall!
Hearing voices, he opened his eyes wide and quickly looked over.
The fog was so thick that even those with the best eyesight could only make out a blurry outline when they heard voices.
Just as he squinted, trying to see more clearly, a bright red color suddenly flashed before his eyes, instantly taking away Wen Rensheng's vision.
He followed the red color and soon spotted the red cloak in the center of the dojo.
"Mountain God!" Overjoyed at the sound of voices, he waved vigorously at He Mu, "I'm here!"
Ke Hemu seemed unable to hear his voice. He turned his wrist, and the "Number One Divine Sword Under Heaven" circled around from behind, heading straight for the center of the sandstorm.
The wooden sword quickly pulled out the figure and threw it in front of He Mu.
Upon hearing the voice and looking closely, they saw Chen Lian, who had been beaten black and blue.
After the effects of Chen Lian's assimilation by the Heavenly Spiritual Root wore off, He Mu showed no mercy, delivering punches that landed squarely, knocking him unconscious.
Hearing the voices, his eyes lit up. He lay on the edge of the roof, watching the mountain god wield the wooden sword he had carved himself with ease, and couldn't help but raise his hand and cheer excitedly.
"The world's greatest divine sword! Long live it!"
He made it himself!
Before he could even enjoy his joy, he noticed a large group of cultivators gathered around He Mu, almost all of them holding a sword, seemingly ready to charge at him and fight at any moment.
Oh no! The mountain god is surrounded!
Hearing voices, he quickly suppressed his joyful expression. He climbed to the edge of the roof and was about to jump down when he was bounced back by an invisible force. He cried out and fell on his backside.
"Ouch!" Hearing the voice, she pouted and muttered, "What was that...?"
Upon hearing this, the previously silent Se Sha finally floated up and slowly drifted into Wen Rensheng's field of vision.
Hearing the voice, he realized that the spiritual energy threads on the gauntlet of the color-killer had increased several times over at some point, wrapping around him and turning him into a cocoon.
This was an order given by Mu before he left, instructing Se Sha to set up a protective barrier to safeguard Wen Rensheng.
Hearing voices, he quickly got up and grabbed the hilt of Se Sha's sword.
"Can I go out?" he pleaded. "There are so many of them, I need to go help the mountain god."
Se Sha did not shut down the barrier, silently expressing his refusal.
Hearing voices, he panicked.
Oh no, this sword has suddenly become unruly!
What should I do? Should I try to appease it?
He quickly looked down and rummaged through his bag, taking out a large pile of treasures and arranging them one by one in front of the pervert.
"Let me out, and I'll give you all of this," he said, blinking his eyes and pleading. "If it's not enough, I'll find you more treasures after I get out, please."
She didn't say a word.
Hearing the voice, he was surprised that even after he had taken out all his possessions, the sword remained unmoved.
Looking down, he saw that He Mu was already stepping on Chen Lian's head, pulling the thread with three fingers, and began to extract spiritual roots from his back.
The ambush around them deepened, but He Mu suddenly seemed to have lost all five senses and remained completely unmoved.
What if the mountain god gets killed if this continues?!
Hearing voices, she covered her face in alarm and spun around in circles several times.
Just then, two figures in blue and white robes slowly descended from the rooftop.
Hearing voices, he stopped what he was doing, picked up Se Sha, and looked up. He saw two very unattractive old men.
He recognized one of them, "Wu Di," but it was a fake.
He had never seen the other white-bearded old man before, but this man was standing with his arm around his shoulder, staring at him angrily as if he had some deep-seated grudge against him.
"The Heavenly Spiritual Root, it's this kid?" The white-bearded old man sneered, saying, "That good-for-nothing Wu Di couldn't even handle a child after three years?"
The imposter "Wu Di" smiled and said, "Don't say that. Fangze Mountain has the mountain god's barrier. If this little monster hides on the mountain and doesn't come out for a day, we can't do anything about him."
“However…” he paused, then said meaningfully, “things are different now.”
With a keen sense of smell, it immediately realized that these two old men were no good.
His pupils narrowed to slits as he immediately gripped the hilt of the sword, looking warily at the two of them.
“Don’t come any closer,” a voice threatened. “This is the sword of the mountain god in my hand.”
The white-bearded old man scoffed and said, "You haven't even grown all your teeth yet, what kind of sword can you use?"
Unable to understand the sarcastic tone coming from this guy's mouth, he licked his sharp teeth with the tip of his tongue and muttered to himself.
They're all fully grown by now.
Not only are they fully grown, but they are also very sharp, enough to protect themselves.
The imposter "Wu Di" squinted and smiled, waving his hand and saying, "After all, it's a sword used by an ascendant. If the mountain god notices this place later, we won't be a match for him."
Hearing a soft hum, he said, "That's good to know."
"However..."
The imposter "Wu Di" smiled even more broadly, then changed the subject...
"While he was engrossed in the battle, I temporarily shielded his five senses. In that short time, the two of us at the Mahayana stage should be able to finish you off."
Having said that, the two of them simultaneously drew their swords, quickly assumed a sword stance, and charged straight at Wen Rensheng.
"As long as we obtain your Heavenly Spiritual Root," the imposter "Wu Di" shouted, "and then merge with Senior Brother Wu Di, this spiritual root can remain intact in the Sword Sect!"
"Why waste your breath on a kid like him!"
With a loud shout, the white-bearded man's sword slashed directly at the barrier with a clang.
!!
Upon hearing voices, I felt the air around me tremble.
He opened his eyes wide, took half a step back, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble involuntarily again.
Although the barrier was not broken, the attacks of the two sword cultivators were rapid and dense. Se Sha had broken free from He Mu's command, and Wen Rensheng feared that it would not be able to hold out for long.
In other words...
We must fight alone.
The previous times, the mountain god protected him, but this time the sword was in his own hands, and he had no one to rely on.
Hearing the voice, he pursed his lips, his gaze involuntarily turning back towards the mountain god.
The three silk threads in He Mu's hand had already gathered powerful spiritual energy, drawing most of Chen Lian's spiritual root into his palm.
The mountain god is fulfilling his promise to him, helping him regain his lost spiritual roots.
Then I must try my best to live well.
With this thought in mind, the fear in my heart lessened considerably upon hearing the voice, and my hand holding the sword finally stopped trembling.
He glanced at the weapon in his hand and said seriously, "I know the mountain god ordered you to protect me, but I don't want to stay here cowardly and do nothing."
"I want to give it a try."
Se Sha seemed to be touched by his words, and trembled violently, causing a crack to slowly seep into the barrier.
The white-bearded old man thought his attack was effective, so he swung his sword even more vigorously. The iron object struck the barrier with a noisy, dull sound that hurt people's ears.
But upon hearing voices, they no longer had time to be afraid.
He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand and whispered in his childish voice:
"A true hero is not afraid of death."
He had read many tales of lone heroes, each of whom would wield their swords for the sake of justice, using killing to stop killing, even if they did not gain everyone's approval, they would still draw their swords without hesitation.
He cannot be afraid to kill.
Hearing voices, he closed his eyes.
Just as the mountain god taught him.
Once the sword is in hand, there is no turning back.
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In that moment of enlightenment, my mind was actually at peace.
The flow of true qi within the body became incredibly clear, and the soul seemed to have grown a third eye, able to hear human voices and even sense these "qi" in every direction of the meridians in one's body.
Peaceful, calm, still waters run deep.
All five senses are momentarily silenced, and apart from the clamor and jubilation of the newly born spirit, nothing else can be heard.
This is his own power.
Hearing voices, he opened his eyes again.
He stared intently at the two people in front of him, slowly exhaling a cold breath.
"I will not give up my spiritual root to you."
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
The white-bearded elder's temples bulged with veins again. He roared and simply used the sword as a cleaver, gripping the hilt with both hands and raising it above his head.
Hearing someone's voice and meeting his gaze, he parted his lips slightly and softly uttered a single word:
"receive."
After this word was uttered, the silk threads that formed the "cocoon" instantly retracted to the hand guard of the lecherous killer. The seemingly unshakeable barrier collapsed in an instant upon hearing the voice.
The white-bearded man's movements stopped precisely at the point of raising his sword. Seeing the barrier disappear, he excitedly slashed downwards.
However, just as the blade was about to strike Wenrensheng's hair, a burst of light suddenly erupted from the Sesha Sword.
Hearing the voice, he took a step forward, gathering his strength to retract the seductive killing intent to half an inch behind his sword, concentrating all his thoughts on a single point—
When all the spiritual energy had gathered to the point of imminent explosion, he unleashed a sword aura with all his might!
Before the white-bearded old man could even be shocked, he was cleaved in two by the radiance of the sword energy, and with a "whoosh," blood mist flew everywhere.
A dignified sword cultivator at the Mahayana stage actually perished under the sword of a mere child!
It was a success!
The sword energy illuminated almost half an acre of sky, and its power was so great that it even blew Wenrensheng himself back several miles.
The moment the sword energy struck, Wen Rensheng was completely drained of all his strength. He rolled backward twice and fell off the roof.
It worked, but... I'm going to fall to my death!
Hearing voices, he didn't even have the strength to grasp the air. He released the weapon in his hand, looked at the dark sky, and waved his hand weakly.
But at this point, even the strongest will to survive is useless, and the vision that hears human voices still uncontrollably begins to blur.
"save……"
He gritted his teeth and spoke in a barely audible voice.
"life."
How high is it here?
I hope I don't break a bone. That would hurt terribly.
You should have covered your head before falling...
No, it should be... uh...
...
Just as he was losing consciousness and about to faint from hearing voices, he vaguely felt himself fall into someone's arms.
The embrace was uncomfortable, filled with the smell of blood, and the cold, hard iron armor was pressing against my cheek, making me feel like I was lying in a coffin.
I could still faintly hear the other person's sighing words:
"Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal couldn't break through the barrier of lust, so how did you manage to take it away yourself..."
"Sigh, never mind, leave the rest to me."
"Sleep well, Sheng Sheng."
"..."
It sounds like the mountain god is speaking.
Although I felt uncomfortable, for some reason, hearing people's voices made me feel very at ease.
The tense body relaxed in an instant, as if it had finally found a place to rest.
Hearing a voice, she turned to the side, curled herself up into a small ball again, and snuggled tightly into the person's arms.
However, even in his deep sleep, he did not forget the matter that was on his mind.
"You must..."
He murmured softly in his sleep, his voice barely audible.
"To become...family...with the mountain god..."
A note from the author:
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I've finally gotten to this point, I almost cried! Even though I'm still a little kid, I can already vaguely see the figure of a great hero. Just keep growing, little by little! [pity][pity]
I worked really hard today, Sheng Sheng! My wish will come true when I wake up!
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