Chapter 27: Mortal Realm (Part 2) Anyway, you also hoped that she would die in your previous life...
This is a small border town in the desert. It is not very large, at least compared with the territories of various sects.
It didn't take the two of them long to explore, but when they passed by a deserted and dilapidated courtyard, Song Qingtang's released spiritual sense detected something wrong.
How could there be so many mortals living here? Song Qingtang whispered to Chi Wanyin, "Junior sister, there's something strange about this courtyard."
Chi Wanyin's heart trembled. She used her spiritual sense to investigate and replied to her voice, "Given the remoteness of this courtyard, it's impossible for so many mortals to gather here, unless someone deliberately gathered them here."
The two of them deliberately pushed open the gate and entered. Fortunately, they were still disguised as mortals at this time, and ordinary monks would not be able to discover that they were also monks if they did not look carefully.
The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and looked dilapidated. However, those mortals did not care about this. They just knelt devoutly beside the well in the courtyard. When they saw the two people coming in, they seemed calm and maintained this posture.
Looking at their stiff bodies and empty eyes, Chi Wanyin's face was covered with a layer of frost. She was very familiar with this method.
"The person behind the scenes is Xu Anzhi." Chi Wanyin still spoke to Song Qingtang through telepathy.
The anger that had been dormant for a long time surged in his heart. If he could see her, Chi Wanyin might want to ask her what she wanted from doing all this.
Facing those mortals who were kneeling devoutly, she drew out her peach wood sword, but the tip of the sword was not aimed at them, but at the inconspicuous silk thread that controlled them.
After one sword strike, those mortals seemed to regain consciousness, but they just looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what they were doing just now.
"Leave here." Chi Wanyin's voice was like a layer of frost. They woke up from their dream after hearing this voice. They didn't even bother to say thank you and hurried away.
When there were only two people left in this deserted and dilapidated courtyard, Chi Wanyin looked at the only well in the courtyard. She originally planned to jump in.
But Song Qingtang stopped her, "Junior sister, calm down."
Song Qingtang thought: I don’t know why, but every time Chi Wanyin encounters something related to this demon cultivator, her emotions are not as calm as before.
"Junior sister, do you have any grudge against the demon cultivator named Xu Anzhi?" Song Qingtang said carefully. She was afraid of irritating the other person again, and she was afraid that she would jump into the well without caring about anything else.
Chi Wanyin laughed, "Senior Sister, she and I simply wanted to kill each other. Besides, good and evil cannot coexist, so this evil cultivator should naturally be exterminated."
"But junior sister, why do you become a different person every time you find out that this matter is related to her?" Song Qingtang always thought that junior sister looked mature for her age, but she would lose control as soon as she came into contact with this evil cultivator.
She wanted him dead because of the evil. Rather than saying that Chi Wanyin hated the evil cultivator, it would be more accurate to say that she seemed to regard this evil cultivator as a stain on the painting, which she was eager to wipe off.
Hearing this, Chi Wanyin turned around and looked at her, "Senior Sister, if I had done something... not so good, something that could not be forgiven, in the past, what would you do?" This was the first time she had revealed her feelings like this.
Song Qingtang sighed inwardly and slowly placed his hand on her head. "No matter what you have done, you are still my junior sister. Besides, you have not embarked on the wrong path at this time."
"I understand, Senior Sister." Chi Wanyin nodded, "I won't act on impulse again."
Song Qingtang always felt that her junior sister had returned to her former self. Chi Wanyin had already taken her hand and wanted to jump into the well. "No matter what is in there, let's face it together."
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The two of them landed steadily at the bottom of the well. Naturally, there was no water in the well in such a remote courtyard, only mud mixed with leaves. However, there seemed to be another passage in the well, and the two of them walked towards the only narrow passage.
There was no light in the passage, so Chi Wanyin had to take out the night pearl from her storage bag to light the way ahead. She and Song Qingtang squeezed together, and she felt that their posture seemed a little too intimate.
But Song Qingtang looked calm, as if he was unaware of it, so Chi Wanyin didn't dare to bring it up.
Fortunately, this narrow road was not long. The road became wider as they went further, and the two of them stopped in front of a huge stone gate.
The dragon pattern on the stone door is lifelike. Perhaps behind this stone door is the so-called "real dragon".
Chi Wanyin felt a little nervous for no reason. If there was Xu Anzhi behind the door besides Zhenlong, the two of them might not be sure they could defeat her.
But there was no way out now, so she thought it would be better to find a way to break open the stone door first.
Unexpectedly, Song Qingtang had already summoned the Black Dragon Sword, whose hilt was engraved with a dragon, and said, "Junior sister, stand back."
Although Chi Wanyin didn't understand why she said that, she still obediently took a few steps back.
The next moment, a huge dragon flew out from the hilt of the sword, and smashed the stone door with its body, creating a big hole. After the smoke and dust dissipated, the true appearance inside was revealed.
Above the massive altar, surrounded by several stone pillars, a black dragon circled in the air. It was even larger than the dragon, but its slightly hoarse voice echoed directly in the minds of the two men, "Human, anyone who trespasses into my territory will die."
The Xuan Jiao sword in Song Qingtang's hand seemed to vibrate and hum continuously because of this aura. The dragon that had originally rammed the door returned to the hilt of the sword and said to Song Qingtang in a telepathic voice: "This is the dragon soul of a real dragon. Although it still retains some memories of its life, it is no longer a living creature in this world."
Song Qingtang also responded in his heartbeat, "I understand. You should rest first."
The long-silent Sword of Flowing Water has been unsheathed, its tip pointing directly at the giant black dragon in the sky.
Chi Wanyin's peach wood sword was naturally aimed at the so-called "real dragon". She used the peach wood sword to summon huge vines. The vines that rose from the ground bound the four claws of the dragon circling in the air. This was the first time she used this trick since she advanced to the Golden Core stage.
Naturally, it would not sit there and wait for death. It struggled to break free from the two vines. When it saw that the other two were about to break free, Song Qingtang's sword had already arrived. The green long sword gathered cold air, and this sword pierced its left eye. Thick black blood gushed out of the wound, and the cold air condensed in its left eye, making it difficult to heal the wound.
This was the first time Chi Wanyin heard a dragon's roar. When the powerful pressure forced her to kneel down, she used the peach wood sword as support and slowly stood up again.
Strangely, the black blood did not disappear after falling to the ground. Instead, it gathered together and attacked Chi Wanyin and Song Qingtang together with the black dragon.
Song Qingtang clenched the water in his hand and cut through the black blood, "Junior sister, don't get involved with these things."
Chi Wanyin nodded and also dodged the attack of these black bloods.
The black dragon's intelligence is not very high. It seems that it can only use its physical body to attack the enemy. It is far from the real dragon in the legend, but this also makes Song Qingtang feel relieved.
She and Chi Wanyin were both Jindan cultivators, and they had a hard time dealing with this remnant soul. One could imagine how powerful the real dragon was in the past.
However, He didn't even take the real dragon seriously. Thinking of this, Song Qingtang's eyes dimmed slightly.
But now is not the time to worry about these things. The important thing is to kill the black dragon. Song Qingtang tightly grasped the passing water in his hand, took out the talisman paper from the storage bag, summoned the ice spikes and used the talisman paper, and the number of ice spikes doubled.
"Go." Song Qingtang pointed at the black dragon's mouth. This attack consumed 50% of her spiritual power, and the effect was very significant. Several ice spikes scraped across the black dragon's body, causing more black blood to flow. After all, it was only a remnant soul, and did not truly possess the tough body of a real dragon.
The ice spikes that pierced its body nailed it to the ground of the altar. Chi Wanyin, who was avoiding the black blood, naturally saw this good opportunity. She channeled her spiritual power into the peach wood sword in her hand. The tip of the sword shone with green light and turned into a huge flower branch. Chi Wanyin swung the sword at the black dragon with all her spiritual power.
Thus, the temporarily immobilized black dragon was cut in half, and black blood gushed out from the huge wound, but this time it did not attack the two of them, but quickly spread from the ground of the altar.
Song Qingtang picked up Chi Wanyin, who was exhausted from using up all her spiritual energy. "It's struggling to survive. It wants to devour this place."
The Black Dragon Sword had already been unsheathed, and a huge dragon took shape, carrying the two of them. It crashed into the dome of the altar, and the dome was pierced through. Just like that, the black dragon carried the two of them away from here.
Back on the ground, Mo Jiao immediately transformed into a human form. She had transformed twice tonight and her spiritual power was now exhausted. "Well done! If a real dragon knew that she turned into such a monster after her death, it would probably feel bad too. Killing it would be a relief."
It happened to be raining heavily at this time. Song Qingtang held Chi Wanyin and looked up at the heavy rain. Perhaps, the rain was mourning, mourning the disappearance of the last trace of the real dragon in the world.
Song Qingtang did not hold an umbrella. After Mo Jiao returned to the sword, she used her spiritual power to protect Chi Wanyin in her arms from the rain, and she walked silently towards the inn in the rain.
There was still one light on in the inn. The innkeeper was sitting at the counter, yawning, bored. But then he saw Song Qingtang coming back, dripping wet, holding Chi Wanyin in his arms. Surprise could not help but flash in his eyes. He walked to the table and poured her a cup of tea. "Hey, dear guest, where have you been? How did you get yourself into this state?"
The shopkeeper walked towards her with a teacup. Song Qingtang put Chi Wanyin on a chair beside him and wanted to take the teacup to say thank you. The next moment, the other hand that was not holding the teacup pierced her chest. When the shopkeeper withdrew his hand, he took out the fresh heart and crushed it with one hand.
The bloody hole on Song Qingtang's chest was visible, and tiny drops of blood splattered onto the blue bricks of the inn. However, the innkeeper had already raised his lips and smiled an eerie smile. "Actually, I lied to you about that dream. Mortals may have this dream, but I wouldn't. I just didn't expect you to believe it."
Chi Wanyin was awakened by the noise. She opened her eyes hazily and saw her senior sister lying on the ground. The shopkeeper, whom she thought was a mortal, still had her senior sister's blood on his hands. He still had a smile on his face. He seemed like a different person and said to her in an almost familiar tone, "Chi Wanyin, I can't let her live. Anyway, you hoped she would die in your last life. It would be better for both of us."
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