[Chapter 208] A spiritual rain
[Chapter 208] A spiritual rain
As a result, the middle-aged male cultivator sadly discovered that the space ring was right in front of him, but he could not sense its existence.
"Ahhh~ I want you to die! I want to kill you!"
The middle-aged male cultivator rushed towards Ye Yisheng like a madman. His body swelled visibly, as if someone was blowing air into it.
Apparently he was planning to blow himself up.
Ye Yisheng moved slightly to the side and swung out a sword at the same time.
The invisible sword energy fell on the middle-aged male cultivator, and his body, which had just expanded, suddenly became limp.
When the middle-aged male cultivator found out that he couldn’t even self-destruct, the anger he had raised was instantly lost. Then he fell straight into the sea of clouds and mist.
Ye Yisheng, holding the Golden Rainbow Sword, quickly caught up with the middle-aged male cultivator. Seeing the desperate and unwilling look in the middle-aged male cultivator's eyes, he cut off his head with one sword.
Then he waved his hand, used his spiritual energy to hold the body of the middle-aged male cultivator, and released spiritual fire to burn his body to ashes.
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When they saw that the person who came back was Ye Yishen, the eight people guessed that their uncle was most likely killed by him.
Although their inner fear had reached its peak, the eight people still forced themselves to remain calm and saluted Ye Yishen with trembling and respectful voices.
"senior."
The eight people's lowered eyes were filled with complex emotions, including awe, fear, and a hint of barely perceptible resentment.
"Why, are you disappointed to see that it's me who came back?"
The eight people dared not admit it, and replied in unison: "No, we are not disappointed, not at all."
In fact, they hoped that Ye Yishen and their uncle would die together and no one would come back.
Because Ye Yi came back alive, their life or death was uncertain.
The image of my uncle in everyone's mind has always been that of a gentle, kind and helpful old man. However, the eight of them knew their uncle's true face - a hypocritical and cold-blooded hypocrite.
Given my uncle's character, they will definitely be silenced.
As for why they didn't run?
It’s not that they don’t want to escape, but in this vast ocean, without a spirit ship and relying only on flying swords, they have nowhere to go in a short period of time.
The male cultivator with the highest cultivation level among the eight, who was in the late Jindan stage, took a deep breath, took out a Qiankun bag, held it in both hands and handed it respectfully to Ye Yisheng.
"Please spare our lives, Senior. This is a small gift from us to you."
Ye Yishen released his spiritual sense and took a look at the things in the Qiankun bag. Most of them are low-grade spirit stones, with a slightly smaller number of medium-grade spirit stones, and very few high-grade spirit stones.
This amount of spirit stones is just a drop in the bucket for Ye Yisheng now.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, another male cultivator in the Jindan stage followed up and said, "This is all the wealth we have. We only ask Senior to spare our lives."
Ye Yisheng's eyes swept over the eight people one by one: "Don't you want to avenge your elders?"
The eight people shook their heads in unison: "No."
Ye Yisheng could tell that the eight people were not lying.
He stretched out his hand and sucked, and the Qiankun bag in the hand of the male cultivator in the late Jindan stage flew towards him.
However, when the Qiankun bag was still one meter away from him, he suddenly controlled the Qiankun bag to return at double speed.
When the estimated time came, there was no scream, so the male cultivator raised his head slightly. He originally wanted to see if Ye Yisheng had the Qiankun bag in his hand, but he saw the Qiankun bag coming towards him.
"Bang~" the Qiankun bag exploded like fireworks.
The male cultivator who handed the Qiankun bag to Ye Yisheng was on the edge of the explosion and suffered the most serious attack. He was hit by spirit stones in many places on his face and body.
In an instant, screams like ghosts and wolves howling were heard.
“Ahhh~”
The remaining seven people also did not survive.
All the places on their bodies that were hit by the spirit stones began to show signs of corrosion, as if they were corroded by some strong acidic substance.
Eight people belong to the category of those who fail to harm others and end up harming themselves.
If it weren’t for the green pill thrown by the middle-aged male cultivator earlier, Ye Yishen would not have been able to tell what the eight people added to the spirit stones.
Several people screamed in pain, and three of them couldn't even keep their flying swords balanced. His body swayed on the flying sword for a few times and then fell vertically into the sea of clouds and mist.
Knowing that they had no way to escape today, the other few people roared and rushed towards Ye Yishen.
"We'll fight you."
"You seem to have no idea of your own strength."
Ye Yishen raised his hand and sucked, and the three people who were falling down immediately flew up. He pushed the three of them from a distance and they smashed into the five people who were rushing towards him.
"Ahhhh..." Several screams rang out at the same time.
This time everyone was free from the flying sword.
Afraid that the poison on the eight people would get on to the Golden Rainbow Sword, Ye Yishen used his spiritual energy to condense eight swords.
"Go~" With his light shout, eight swords stabbed at the eight people respectively.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
After ending the lives of eight people, Ye Yishen released spiritual fire to destroy the bodies.
In the blue sea of clouds.
A ghost ship sailed forward alone.
Inside the cabin, Ye Yisheng held a space ring in his hand. As his mind moved, objects appeared out of thin air on the ground in front of him.
In a blink of an eye, it piled up into a small hill.
He first put away the spirit stones that were taking up space.
Then start sorting.
All kinds of things were clearly visible, and his eyes swept over them one by one, finally stopping on a brocade box whose material could not be identified.
Just in case, Ye Yishen picked up a robe on the spot, wrapped his hands in it, and attached a layer of spiritual energy to the outside. Then he reached out to take the brocade box whose material could not be identified.
"Click~" the brocade box was opened.
I saw that it was filled with green pills, about seventeen or eighteen of them.
Ye Yisheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Although he had guessed that the middle-aged male cultivator had this kind of poison in his space ring, he did not expect there would be so much.
Having witnessed the power of these poison pills with his own eyes, Ye Yishen had a rough guess as to where they came from.
After closing the brocade box, he put it into his space ring.
At critical moments, these poison pills can save lives!
Two days passed in a flash.
Suddenly, a "boom" of thunder came into his ears, and Ye Yishen's first reaction was, he couldn't be so unlucky to encounter heavy rain again, right?
He walked out of the cabin and what came into view was a sky covered with dark clouds. As the spirit ship moved, the dark clouds in the sky were also moving rapidly.
Soon Ye Yisheng discovered that the dark clouds were gathering in the same place.
In this situation, it is very likely that a cultivator is undergoing a tribulation.
Thinking of Nangong Chenyu who was seriously injured because of the tribulation, Ye Yishen immediately controlled the spaceship to fly in the direction where the dark clouds gathered.
The spirit ship is very fast.
After a while, Ye Yisheng saw a small island.
At this moment, a flash of lightning split the clouds and illuminated the world.
Lightning as thick as an arm fell in the center of the island.
“Boom~”
When the spirit ship sailed to the edge of the island, Ye Yisheng did not rush to get off the spirit ship, but released his spiritual sense to investigate the situation on the island.
Only after confirming that there was no existence on the island that could threaten his life did he withdraw his spiritual sense. Then he used his spiritual energy and flew to land steadily on the island.
After putting away the spirit boat, he walked towards the center of the island.
After passing through a sparse forest, the view suddenly opens up.
In the middle of the open space, there stood a figure. Having experienced the baptism of thunder, her clothes were ragged and her face was covered with black charcoal, and her original appearance could no longer be recognized.
Ye Yishen just took a quick glance and quickly looked away, then turned to look to the side.
A male cultivator who looked to be around 22 or 23 years old, wearing a black robe, and had reached the late Nascent Soul stage. He held the sword quietly, his eyes sharp and staring at Ye Yishen with vigilance.
Ye Yisheng didn't beat around the bush and asked directly: "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, what level of thunder tribulation is your friend going through?"
His question revealed that he did not use his spiritual sense to scan the person undergoing the tribulation, but chose to communicate directly to show respect.
The male cultivator asked cautiously, "Why are you asking this?"
His attitude was not friendly and he was obviously very wary of strangers approaching him.
Ye Yisheng then made up an excuse: "I was attacked by a villain when I was overcoming the tribulation before, and I got a hidden disease. I want to take advantage of the spiritual rain."
The male cultivator looked at Ye Yisheng carefully, as if trying to confirm whether Ye Yisheng really had a hidden disease.
Ye Yishen allowed the male cultivator to look at him openly, which made the male cultivator less disgusted with his presence and less wary.
After a while, the male cultivator finally spoke: "You can take advantage of Ling Yu, but if you dare to have any evil thoughts, the sword in my hand will not let you go."
The male cultivator's answer made Ye Yisheng understand that the female cultivator who was undergoing the tribulation was experiencing the thunder tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage.
He assured, "Don't worry, I just want to take advantage of the spiritual rain. Once the spiritual rain is over, I will leave this place immediately."
The male cultivator didn't say anything else. It seemed that his mind was focused on the person who was undergoing the tribulation, but in fact he was always paying attention to all the movements around him.
Of course, Ye Yisheng's every move was also under his surveillance. As long as Ye Yisheng made the slightest movement, he would immediately attack Ye Yisheng.
The reason why he did not directly drive Ye Yisheng away was because the male cultivator suspected that there was an expert following Ye Yisheng in secret. Even if ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators go out to sea, they will not go to the depths of the Sea of Clouds and Mist.
Suddenly, the dark sky was like a torn scroll, and a dazzling bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds, instantly illuminating the entire world.
“Boom~”
The lightning accurately landed on the female cultivator who was undergoing the tribulation.
The defensive shield in her hand emitted a faint glow, and half of the lightning that struck her was absorbed by the shield, leaving only a small amount of lightning wandering around her body.
Despite this, the powerful lightning strike was still too much for the female cultivator to bear. She spat out a mouthful of blood and her body trembled slightly.
The eyes of the male cultivator who was protecting her were full of tension and concern, the veins on his hands that were tightly gripping the sword were bulging, and he himself was shining with a cold light just like the sword.
Thunder strikes came one after another, as fierce as a violent storm. The female cultivator became increasingly weak under the baptism of thunder strikes.
Ye Yisheng couldn't help but ask, "Daoyou, how many thunder tribulations are left for your friend to end?"
Although the male cultivator looked very unhappy, he still tried to steady his voice and replied, "Ten."
Hearing this, Ye Yisheng simply found a flat stone and sat down.
Half an hour later.
Ye Yishen stared at the calamity clouds in the sky. The thick dark clouds were like a huge palm, brewing the final thunderous blow.
As long as the female cultivator survives the last thunder tribulation, spiritual rain will fall.
Ye Yishen unconsciously stroked the green dragon wrapped around his wrist, thinking that once Nangong Chenyu was drenched in the spiritual rain, his injuries would be healed.
Just as the calamity clouds were brewing and the thunder was about to strike, something unexpected happened.
The female cultivator who was undergoing the tribulation actually put down the defensive shield in her hand. Her eyes were empty and confused, as if she was controlled by some force.
Two lines of clear tears slid down from her eyes, dripped onto her clothes, and also dripped into the heart of the male cultivator who was protecting her.
"Ah-Shan, Ah-Shan..."
The male cultivator anxiously called out the female cultivator's name over and over again.
But the female cultivator seemed not to hear anything.
"Crack~" A deafening sound broke through the already dark and depressing sky, as if it was nature's venting of anger.
A silver-white lightning, like the sharpest sword in the sky, suddenly burst out from the abyss covered with dark clouds, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and struck straight towards the isolated and helpless female cultivator below.
The thickness of this lightning bolt is comparable to the diameter of an adult's thigh. You can imagine how powerful it is.
Even Ye Yisheng couldn't help but worry about the safety of the female cultivator at this moment, and secretly felt worried for her.
Considering the female cultivator's current state of fatigue and unstable spiritual power, she would definitely not be able to withstand such a terrifying thunder tribulation with her physical strength alone without the help of a defensive shield.
The male cultivator who was guarding the female cultivator not far away was terrified when he saw this thrilling scene. His voice became hoarse and almost torn due to excessive tension and fear.
"A-Sang~!"
This cry was filled with helplessness and despair.
At this critical moment, the female cultivator seemed to sense the impending crisis, or was awakened by the male cultivator's shouting, and her eyes regained clarity in a flash.
Almost instinctively, she quickly bent down and grabbed the defensive shield scattered on the ground.
“Boom~”
Accompanied by a deafening thunder, the lightning finally hit the female cultivator mercilessly, along with the shield in her hand, knocking her to the ground.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Everything around fell into dead silence, only the aftereffects of thunder and lightning echoed in the air for a long time.
From a distance, the female cultivator's chest was still rising and falling slightly, indicating that she was still alive.
When the male cultivator saw this, his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally fell back to its original place. He was breathing heavily, his face showing joy and relief at surviving the disaster.
Ye Yisheng couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
At this time, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be dispersed by some mysterious force and quickly dissipated, revealing the long-lost blue sky and white clouds. The warm and gorgeous sunshine penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the earth.
A fine and continuous spiritual rain began to fall.
Each drop contains pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth. For cultivators, this is undoubtedly a rare baptism and gift.
Seeing this, Ye Yishen quickly found a place that was away from the female cultivator and yet could fully bathe in the spiritual rain, and sat cross-legged.
He turned his back to the two of them and gently raised his left hand, revealing the Qinglong on his wrist, trying to make the spiritual rain fall on the Qinglong from all directions.
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