Chapter 89 I disagree! No! I refuse!
The card instantly burst forth with an emerald-like radiance, transforming into two soft green rays that surged toward the tower spirit and Zhao Heng respectively.
The first wisp of green light enveloped the tiny cluster of tower spirits.
His almost transparent body was enveloped in gentle greenery, and solidified again.
The tower spirit's eyes widened in surprise, tears streaming down her face. "This is..."
Another green light seeped into Zhaoheng's wound like a stream.
Where the emerald light shone, the marks left by the Immortal Binding Rope began to heal, and the torn flesh slowly closed. New skin visibly grew from those gruesome wounds where flesh had been ripped away.
Zhao Heng's unfocused pupils focused slightly.
Blood kept spilling from Huali's mouth, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.
Ao Bai shouted, "That's enough! That's enough! Your health is already over halfway up, host, stop now!"
Seeing Huali stagger, Tang Wanwan, without even being surprised, quickly hugged her, asking, "Huali, are you alright?"
"What exactly is going on? Is the tower spirit preventing powerful cultivators from entering in order to protect him?"
Tang Wanwan felt that the ups and downs of those few short minutes had left her completely overwhelmed.
Huali wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and stepped forward to try to untie the ropes, but no matter what she did, she couldn't untie them.
The tower spirit's eyes were gloomy. "It's no use. This is Zhao Heng's promise to Chun Sheng. It has the blood of all the villagers on it. Unless the villagers voluntarily release Zhao Heng, it's no use no matter who comes."
"I've been trying to weaken the suppression from above these past few days, but I still haven't found a solution. They're afraid Zhao Heng will escape, so they want your blood to strengthen the confinement..."
Just as Tang Wanwan opened her mouth in alarm, the Xuanfeng Sword in her hand suddenly hummed. She turned and ran, shouting, "Oh no! Senior Brother Ziyan is in danger!"
*
Five arrows shot out from the sky in quick succession. Mo Ziyan dodged them with his sword and looked up.
Zhan Li's body floated in mid-air, and with a flick of his wrist, he fired five more shots in quick succession. His tone was impatient: "Hand over the Burning Heaven Tower and I might let you die a quick death."
After forming a hand seal, Mo Ziyan stretched out his arm and swung it. Dozens of Qingli swords transformed into phantoms above his head and rushed forward together. "The Witch Clan has never participated in battles. As the heir of the Witch Clan, aren't you afraid of being punished?"
Zhan Li scoffed, "Those old stubborn ideas, I'm naturally different from them."
Seeing Mo Ziyan charging forward with his sword, a glint of light flashed in Li Chongtong's eyes. In the instant Mo Ziyan was distracted, the arrow pierced through his shoulder, and blood exploded in the air.
"Senior Brother Ziyan!" Tang Wanwan happened to see this scene and immediately rushed forward with her sword.
Zhan Li lightly touched the rooftop with his toes, his double pupils looking down at the tower spirit behind Hua Li, "So you were here."
The tower spirit's body was barely repaired by fifty percent, but it was still weak. Upon hearing this, it immediately bared its fangs like a small beast.
Zhan Li narrowed his eyes and slowly drew his bow.
"Break the cage containing the Buddha's relics!"
The two spiritual energies collided, creating a burst of sparks.
Hua Li's face turned pale as she stood in front of the tower spirit, saying, "It's no use. The tower spirit gave all its spiritual power to Dang Kang. Dang Kang's bloodline runs through the entire village. You can't forcibly take him away."
Zhan Li's double pupils swept over the tower spirit, and after confirming that Hua Li's words were true, he sneered, "It's just a demon beast, we can take it with us."
"Arrow Rain Blade, Break!" Ten arrows were released simultaneously and struck the warehouse behind Huali. The spiritual patterns on the arrows instantly erupted.
boom--
Amidst the deafening explosion, the warehouse was torn to shreds like paper, and the mountain of wheat ears was instantly reduced to dust by the shockwave.
As the smoke and dust cleared, Zhao Heng, who had been bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, was completely exposed to everyone.
He knelt in the pool of blood, his silver hair disheveled, looking up slightly at the long-unseen sunlight.
Zhan Li's expression froze for a moment, then turned to disbelief when he came to his senses: "The mighty divine beast Dang Kang is being kept like livestock..."
"Dang Master Kang!!"
The villagers, terrified by these changes and huddled in a corner, suddenly lit up with a frenzied light when they saw Zhao Heng. They rushed forward, wailing and crying, their voices hoarse with despair.
"Lord Kang, please, please save us!"
Aunt Qi knelt down and kowtowed frantically, tears and saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, "If the wheat is gone, the children will all starve to death!"
Other villagers also rushed forward in droves.
All of this was beyond their expectations.
Everything was fine before, so why did these people suddenly appear and disrupt their wealthy and comfortable lives?
Lord Kang absolutely cannot leave!
"Give us some more flesh and blood, just like before!"
"Village Chief, Village Chief, why don't you go and talk to Lord Kang? Anyway... anyway, he's a divine beast, with such a long lifespan..."
Everything happened so suddenly that the crowd knelt down in a dense, dark mass.
The tower spirit screamed and rushed forward, yelling, "Get away! Get away! Don't come any closer!"
Orthodox cultivators, including humans, demons, and monsters, are forbidden from indiscriminately killing mortals. Karmic karmic debts can easily prevent them from ascending to immortality, and even Zhan Li found it difficult.
I thought that taking the tower spirit away would solve everything, but who knew that so many unexpected things would happen.
As Huali watched this scene, a wave of nausea surged in her stomach.
The old village chief slowly stood up. Years had passed, and he was now very old, but the person before him was still as bright as the moon.
The promise made in childhood brought Zhao Heng to life. He cut his wrist and poured his blood into the well water, and from that moment on, the seed of greed spread like wildfire.
The friendship from our youth was genuine, and my desire to protect Zhaoheng was absolutely sincere.
But a mortal's life is too short, and he found someone new he wanted to protect.
He's too old to live much longer. He can come back to apologize to Zhaoheng after he dies and is reincarnated.
At that time, he was willing to pick another bouquet of flowers for Zhaoheng.
Zhao Heng seemed to sense something and slowly turned her head.
Hua Li's heart tightened, and she subconsciously stepped between the two of them, looking down at Zhao Heng. "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save you."
Despite having endured so much torment, Zhao Heng's eyes remained pure and ethereal. He slowly shook his head, "They nourished this land with my flesh and blood in exchange for a bountiful harvest."
“My spiritual power has already merged into the land. If the connection is forcibly severed, the land will wither like these ears of wheat, and everyone will starve to death.”
Upon hearing this, the villagers' wails grew even louder.
The tower spirit said angrily, "Then let them die! If they don't die, the ropes binding you will never be untied, and they will drain your blood dry!"
Zhao Heng just smiled and shook her head. "Xiao Ta, you should go with this girl. Thank you for staying with me these past few days. I've already come up with a solution."
The tower spirit shook its head violently. "No! You want to completely transform your body into flesh and blood to nourish this land? What right do those people have!"
“There’s no better way.” Zhao Heng shook his head. He also longed for the mountain breeze, but the ropes binding him were his punishment for the ignorance and evil thoughts of mortals.
Luo Chuan leaned against the tree branch of an ancient tree, a mocking smile playing on his lips beneath his gilded mask. He toyed with a butterfly between his fingers, listening to the overwhelming gratitude of the villagers around him.
How ironic!
These mere ants, when kneeling before the gods, are full of piety, yet they are more greedy than demons when demanding flesh and blood.
He lowered his eyes, slightly bored. The farce was over; he'd had enough of this show.
Just as he was about to crush the butterfly, a crisp sound, like a sharp sword, cleaved through the noise.
I disagree.
Hua Li stood in front of Zhao Heng, and fearing he might not hear her, she deliberately cupped her hands into a megaphone and shouted in his ear, "Did you hear me clearly? I said, I disagree! No! No! I refuse!"
"Why should good people be torn to pieces while evil people live in luxury? I ask you this."
Her pent-up anger exploded when she heard Zhao Heng's words. Hua Li glanced at the tearful faces and tilted her head, "Do you deserve it!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
