Chapter 88 Win or Lose "Win or lose, it's not just about yourself."...
It looks quite familiar, but it is different from demonic energy. The power contained in it is several times higher than that of demonic energy.
An image flashed through Yun Xiaowu's mind, and he suddenly remembered the time many years ago when Qiong Rao's inner demon entered his body and he almost lost his life.
After that, Qiongrao strengthened the seal of the Nightmare Stone in his body, and it has not moved for several years.
Could it be that thing...
Thinking of this, Yun Xiaowu no longer cared about etiquette and pushed the door open.
A fierce wind blew across his face, and the powerful pressure that came towards him made Yun Xiaowu's knees go weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.
"Master... Master?" Yun Xiaowu looked surprised.
The entire house was swallowed by black fog, and the once familiar layout was completely gone.
In the darkness, Yun Xiaowu looked at the bed based on his memory.
Qiongrao's sitting figure was blurry, and except for the occasional corner of his white clothes, his face was completely invisible.
Yun Xiaowu had never seen such a scene before, but the worry in his heart outweighed his fear, prompting him to walk towards Qiongrao step by step.
The panting sound heard outside the door came again, becoming clearer and clearer.
"Don't move."
Qiongrao coughed a few times, his voice sounding labored.
"Okay, I won't move." Yun Xiaowu quickly agreed, his eyes red. "Master, if you're not feeling well, I'll go get Senior Brother Rong to come over for you, okay..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiong Rao, who was submerged in the black fog, suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and a clear barrier rose between the two of them.
Black fog filled the sky at one end, and gradually disappeared at the other end, returning to normal.
"Let's go." Qiongrao's voice was cold.
Ever since he could remember, Qiong Rao had always been gentle and easy-going. Whenever Yun Xiaowu made a mistake, he would just coax him with a smile, pat his head and comfort him, and never blame him.
Even when facing a ferocious monster, Qiong Rao only needed to tap his toes, draw his sword, and kill all the troubles behind him without turning his body.
The wind is light and the clouds are thin, moving with the wind.
This was the first time Yun Xiaowu had seen Qiong Rao so decisive, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered, "But Master, I..."
The barrier suddenly vibrated, as if it was attacked by some powerful spiritual power.
Yun Xiaowu paused, his dark eyes, sparkling with tears, turned, and he vaguely saw other things from the black fog.
Yun Xiaowu ignored the backlash of his spiritual power and raised his hand to slap the barrier twice, saying urgently, "Master, watch out for your back!"
At the same time, a dazzling white light came from within the barrier.
"Master!" Yun Xiaowu didn't care about the discomfort in his eyes, and casually pulled out the long sword that Qiongrao had placed on the table and swung it out.
In an instant, the sword in his hand began to hum.
Yun Xiaowu was shocked by the backlash of spiritual power and took two steps back, and his right arm instantly lost consciousness.
Pain and grievance washed over Yun Xiaowu's heart. He curled his lips and tears finally burst out of his eyes. "Master, is it because of that stone that you became like this? Master, you clearly can't suppress it, so why do you force yourself?"
With tears in his eyes, Qiong Rao moved his lips and seemed to say something.
Yun Xiaowu suppressed the sob in his throat and before he could try to distinguish the shape of Qiongrao's lips, a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, blocking his sight.
Yun Xiaowu raised his head in confusion, tears hanging on the tip of his nose about to fall, and met a pair of cold and gloomy pupils.
"If that's true." The black shadow narrowed his eyes dangerously.
The black gas at one end of the barrier suddenly dissipated, revealing the man's original appearance.
It was a face so pale and lifeless, with scars of all sizes covering the facial features and extending densely to the neck.
The cut was smooth, like that of a sword.
Even though Yun Xiaowu had followed Qiong Rao to kill many monsters, he was still frightened by this face.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword fell to the ground.
The man stared at Xiao Wu with his dark pupils for a long while, then he lost interest with a sigh and turned to walk towards Qiong Rao.
"I thought that the disciples of Qiongrao Immortal Venerable were all gifted, but I never imagined that they were such dull and useless people without any chance of becoming immortals."
Qiong Rao was concentrating on meditation, regulating his spiritual power for the business trip, and ignored the man.
The man didn't care at all. He paced back and forth beside Qiongrao, muttering to himself, "Qiongrao Immortal Venerable is truly resourceful. He actually came up with such a method. I've spent so much time searching for the Nightmare Stone in vain."
At this point, his expression suddenly became ferocious, and he threatened, "Do you really think that with the Nightmare Stone inside you, I have no way to stop you?"
Qiongrao said calmly, "You can give it a try."
After saying this, he collected the spiritual power from regulating his breathing with his fingertips and opened his eyes.
At the same time, a powerful leader rushed towards him.
Qiongrao supported himself on the ground with his right hand and jumped up.
In an instant, the bed collapsed.
Yun Xiaowu was so anxious that he swung his sword wildly. Even though his own spiritual power was exhausted, the barrier remained motionless.
Seeing the man in the barrier turn sideways and raise his hand, a palm landed on Qiongrao's back. Qiongrao's back bent and he almost fell to the ground. Yun Xiaowu gritted his teeth, dropped his sword, and rushed out.
He felt it, and the moment the man raised his hand to use his spiritual power, the powerful pressure made him almost breathless.
In the past, when Qiong Rao killed monsters, he had revealed some of the aura of the Mahayana period, but it was far less than today.
Yun Xiaowu walked quickly, his mind completely occupied by Qiongrao's last trembling knees.
He quietly sneaked into Cangqiong Mountain, hid in Qiongrao's room, and in just three moves, he was able to put Qiongrao at a disadvantage...
Yun Xiaowu was almost certain that the man's cultivation was even far superior to Qiong Rao's.
He wanted to find the head master and ask the elders to save his master.
Yun Xiaowu had never run so fast before. The strong wind cut through his throat like a knife. A stone rolled from somewhere and fell under his feet, causing him to feel a piercing pain.
Yun Xiaowu's knees went weak and he fell to the ground with a thump. Blood gushed out from his nose which had hit the floor, and the blood was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.
Yun Xiaowu ignored the pain and climbed up again with sobs. The piercing pain made his arms tremble badly, and he fell back to the ground with just a little effort.
"What...what should I do..." Yun Xiaowu's tears streamed down his face. "Master, what should I do?"
A pair of broad and strong hands passed through his armpits and lifted him up easily.
Yun Xiaowu turned his head blankly and saw Qiong Rao's face with a gentle smile.
"Master...Master?" Yun Xiaowu was stunned for a moment.
Qiong Rao touched his head, bent down and looked him in the eye, "No need to look for it."
"Did Master drive the bad guys away?"
"Yes." Qiong Rao nodded, "He was driven away."
Driven away? Does that mean Master is fine?
No one will get hurt, and the stone will not fall into the hands of outsiders as Master wished?
Yun Xiaowu's face lit up with joy, and he suddenly threw himself into Qiongrao's arms, hugging his waist. "Great, Xiaowu knew it. Master is so powerful, how could he..."
Come to an abrupt end.
Yun Xiaowu slowly loosened Qiongrao's waist, revealing his burned palm.
A wisp of black mist seemed to be attracted by something, swirling around his fingertips.
Yun Xiaowu's joy at surviving the catastrophe suddenly vanished, and he widened his eyes in disbelief, "Master, are you injured?"
Having said that, without waiting for Qiongrao's response, he hurriedly stepped out of his arms and walked around behind Qiongrao in two or three steps.
No one expected that behind the tall and straight body was a mess.
Blood oozed out, staining the back bright red.
Yun Xiaowu couldn't even tell where the wound was. Large amounts of black air lingered above his back and did not dissipate for a long time.
Yun Xiaowu wanted to check the wound, but was afraid of hurting Qiongrao, so he raised his hand and stopped in mid-air.
"No...didn't we drive him away?" Yun Xiaowu bit his lip, his eyes trembling slightly.
He was extremely intelligent. Apart from his extremely slow cultivation, he could connect the dots as long as he had a clue about anything.
"Master, are you lying to me?" Yun Xiaowu curled his fingertips, as if he understood something. "I remember that person's cultivation was higher than Master's. Is he at the Mahayana stage or above?"
He has traveled to many places with his master and is no longer the child who knew nothing.
In the current situation, Yun Xiaowu already knew that things were not over yet.
But fear and anxiety made him subconsciously escape, unwilling to believe that the omnipotent master in his heart would lose.
Qiongrao did not lose.
He held Yun Xiaowu's hand, rubbing it gently with his calloused fingertips, as gentle and generous as ever.
"Yes. But Master won."
"But Master was clearly injured so badly." Yun Xiaowu stared at Qiongrao's wound, feeling very sad.
"It doesn't hurt." Qiong Rao smiled and shook his head.
"I don't believe it. I'm not a child anymore." Yun Xiaowu sniffed and began to comfort himself, "But it doesn't matter. Senior Brother Rong is an expert in medicine and will definitely cure Master."
After saying that, Yun Xiaowu wiped away his tears and forced himself to cheer up. He held Qiongrao's hand tightly and was about to pull him to find Rong Ling.
One step, two steps...
The arc did not move at all.
Yun Xiaowu frowned and turned back, meeting Qiongrao's soft gaze.
In the eyes of the world, the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao is known to be as gentle as jade and a gentleman of integrity, but Yun Xiaowu never thinks so.
As long as he could remember, Qiongrao had always played tricks on him.
Knowing that he likes lively occasions, she deliberately mentioned the Lantern Festival at the foot of the mountain in front of him. After Yun Xiaowu asked Qiongrao to take him down the mountain, she deliberately refused him.
It’s just because Yun Xiaowu always has a stern face on weekdays, and only when he occasionally asks his master for help will his true nature be revealed and he will become a coquettish and clingy little elf.
Even though Yun Xiaowu later saw through Qiongrao's plan, he could not resist his threats and inducements, and Qiongrao succeeded.
But it is undeniable that Qiongrao is indeed as people say, approachable, humble and polite.
Looking at Qiong Rao, who was as gentle as ever, Yun Xiaowu sensed a bit of sadness and reluctance in him for some reason.
It's so unusual that it makes people panic.
Yun Xiaowu clenched and loosened his hand holding the Qiongrao, and curled up his toes tightly, looking quite flustered.
"Or does Master have a better panacea? Xiao Wu can get it for Master..."
"Xiaowu." Qiongrao patted Yun Xiaowu's shoulder, stopping his messy words, "No need for medicine."
Yun Xiaowu's eyes were stunned. "Does that require spiritual power?"
"No need." Qiong Rao's smile remained unchanged, as he often did when he subdued a monster beast and told Yun Xiaowu about the secret techniques and thrilling experience. "I'm afraid that person's cultivation has already reached the Ascension Realm."
"Is it amazing?"
"Hmm. Far superior to me." Qiong Rao narrowed his eyes, as if recalling their fight. "Even so, Master still won. Xiao Wu, do you want to know what strategy Master used?"
“No, I don’t want to…”
"I gave him a fake nightmare stone." Qiong Rao didn't care and continued speaking.
Ever since he used his body as a carrier to seal the Nightmare Stone, he has been fully prepared.
Qiong Rao didn't know if there would be a day when the person who came up empty-handed would come back and find him later.
To ensure that everything was foolproof, Qiong Rao set up two barriers in his body, one in his abdomen and one in his heart, one fake and one real.
Most people in the world have already passed away, but there are also desperate people who continue to die.
But who would really want to die unless it is absolutely necessary?
No one could have guessed that Qiongrao would go this far.
The Nightmare Stone is sealed in his heart. From then on, he is there as long as the Nightmare Stone is there. If the Nightmare Stone is gone, the Immortal Master Qiongrao will disappear from the world.
His disciples will not know these, nor do they need to know them.
Qiong Rao's vision was a little dazed, but he still took Yun Xiaowu's hand as before and moved forward step by step.
The blood in his body had already seeped through his entire body, and every step he took left a pool of bloody footprints.
Yun Xiaowu looked back and saw that his hands, which were encircled by Qiongrao, were shaking constantly.
"Master, are you going to look for Senior Brother Rong?" He still held on to a glimmer of hope.
As long as Qiongrao goes to find Rong Ling, it means that Qiongrao's injury will heal no matter how long it takes.
As if he had guessed what Yun Xiaowu was thinking, Qiong Rao showed helplessness and shook his head, "No. I'll take you to find your Senior Brother Wu."
Qiong Rao paused, and although he felt reluctant, he still steeled his resolve and said, "Han Feng is a reliable person. You must listen to him carefully in the future."
Yun Xiaowu cried out in panic, "I don't want it. Senior Brother Wu is so stubborn. If I make a mistake, he will punish me by making me carry water and sweep the ground, and he will also punish me by making me ruin the ancestral hall..."
"If that's the case, it wouldn't be bad." Qiong Rao sighed.
His chest suddenly shook, and he coughed violently, with blood oozing out of his lips and teeth.
Yun Xiaowu seemed to be stunned by the shock, tears welling up in his eyes. "Didn't Master say we won?"
Qiongrao couldn't help but bend his back, and a thick black gas spread along his heart to his limbs and bones, and was about to swallow him up.
"Winning or losing doesn't just depend on yourself." Qiong Rao raised his other hand, gathering spiritual energy on his chest, and said, "The Nightmare Stone must not fall into the hands of outsiders. Xiao Wu..."
Qiong Rao knelt on the ground, his eyes showing an unprecedented seriousness, "I win a hundred times and lose once."
He had never expected that the thief would be so cautious.
Even after obtaining the Nightmare Stone, he refused to let his guard down and left a demon seed in his body.
People often say that immortals and demons are just a thought away, but demon seeds are not included.
Those who are infected by the demon will fall into a nightmare that they have been seeking all their lives but cannot obtain. This nightmare will gradually worsen until they lose their minds after more than a month and transform into a monster that only knows how to kill.
The Nightmare Stone is extremely evil, and Qiongrao has been harmed by it several times over the years.
That person probably had not expected that the nightmare stone still existed in Qiongrao's body, which just accelerated the growth of the demon seed.
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