Chapter 25 Chapter 25 "You are just a tool."...
The vast spiritual currents of the battle between immortals and demons were like huge waves crashing down. The wooden mortise and tenon joints of the tall building creaked, and then collapsed with a loud bang. Rubble and stones flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, mingled with the screams of mortals fleeing in panic.
Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, rain, snow, and lightning, practitioners of different mental methods fought in one place, brilliant light, colorful spiritual energy splashed, and smoke, fire, and blood painted the earth.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, Yao Ning's flowing skirt spread out like a blooming white magnolia, or like a handful of moonlight from the sky.
A large, bloody hand fell on the magnolia petals, instantly staining the white with blood.
Chen Qian held Yao Ning in his arms without giving him any room to refuse, and as their breaths intertwined, he uttered words of determination that pierced his heart and bones.
He wanted Yao Ning to cut off the Taoist seal.
"I don't want to be entangled with others after I die."
Not long ago, Chen Qian said this to Yao Ning.
In fact, what he was thinking at that time was that if he died, Yao Ning would not bother him anymore.
He really doesn't deserve Yao Ning.
She should comb her hair again, choose another lover, and treat her life as if it were just a ridiculous dream in her youth.
Yao Ning still had tears on her chin. She stood up and turned her face away: "No need for you to say more."
His hands continuously transmitted spiritual power to Chen Qian.
Chen Qian grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, his dark eyes, like a cold pond, filled with a gloomy light: "Now."
He wanted her to remove the seal now.
Yao Ning felt a pang of pain in his heart, sadness welled up in his eyes, but he still managed a sarcastic smile: "Why are you in such a hurry? You're almost dead."
Every word he spoke was sarcastic and vicious. He fought back tooth for tooth to defend his last bit of dignity.
Chen Qian was not angry. His eyes swept across Yao Ning's eyebrows without fail, like a young man gazing at his lover affectionately. He grabbed Yao Ning's hand and pressed it against his chest, where there was a gap from which dark blood was constantly oozing out.
Yao Ning's eyes flashed, and the spiritual power in his hands surged more and more.
Chen Qian, like a self-torturer, pressed Yao Ning's hand to the wound, and a layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead: "Remember, the Dao Companion's imprint is engraved on the soul, and it must be cut off from here."
Yao Ning suddenly broke away from him, a layer of hostility rising from his body, and raised his eyebrows: "You are so impatient, how much do you hate me?"
A transparent wind seal opened above the two of them, and the barrier fell. The wounds on Chen Qian's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his face was still pale, as if covered with a layer of ice and snow.
Shang Linran fed a pill into Shen Qian's mouth.
Shen Qian glanced at him and obediently let him play with her.
Shang Linran looked at Chen Qian, then at Yao Ning, who had a cold face but looked like he could cry at the next second, and sighed helplessly.
"His soul is damaged, and even the survival of the Wind Seal is in danger."
Yao Ning's thin shoulders trembled slightly.
"My sister-in-law was also seriously injured. She was recognized as a Divine Transformation by the Heavenly Dao, but her realm was taken away by the Heavenly Dao. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to make any progress in the future."
Shen Qian clenched his hands tightly at his sides.
Shang Linran held his forehead with his hand, turned around and walked a few steps, with his back to the two of them, concentrating on running the healing spiritual flow of Xunfeng Seal.
Adu walked to his side silently and pursed his lips.
Shang Linran put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes, but he seemed to be able to see through the girl's thoughts and said seriously: "Retracing the years is against the will of heaven and can no longer be used casually."
Adu blushed and bit his lip: "I didn't..."
Shang Linran tilted his head, raised his eyelashes, his eyes clear and gentle: "Let them deal with their own emotional problems."
"But she..."
Fine lines appeared at the corners of Shang Linran's eyes, and there was no expression on his face, but the words he said made Adu relax all of a sudden.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Inside the Xunfeng Seal barrier, Yao Ning's eyes darkened and changed. Finally, he bent down and carefully helped Chen Qian up, his mouth tight and he said, "Heal your wounds first."
Shen Qian shook his head and closed his eyes.
The wounds on his body had healed, but he knew he would not survive.
First he dug out the Qingxin Lock, his spirit and soul were severely damaged, and then he tried his best to fight against the madman Bai Su. He had no intention of surviving, and every move he made was to exhaust his resources.
Chen Qian felt Yao Ning hugging him from behind, supporting his body, and a warm spiritual current continuously flowed into his meridians, but it was like a drop in the ocean, leaving no trace.
There was a lump in Chen Qian's throat, and his words were hoarse.
"Yao Ning, now."
She smelled clean and warm, with a light aroma of soapberry and a faint floral fragrance that was steamed by the heat. It reminded people of afternoons in distant times, the sunlight moving under the corridor, the crisp sound of wind chimes on the eaves, and his parents briefly returning to his life. He had no worries in his heart, only endless peace and tranquility.
The corners of Chen Qianli's eyes were red, as if she had been crying.
However, there were no tears in his eyes, only a sense of loss.
"Yao Ning." He called his wife's name, whispering like a lover, "Do it."
Yao Ning's hands rested on his shoulders, small, delicate, pink hands. In the inn outside the secret realm, these hands trembled as they climbed onto his shoulders, caressing his buttocks, skimming across them like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet bringing with them an unprecedented, boundless desire.
Warmth spread from every limb and bone. No matter how vast the spiritual flow or how fervent the mental method, it could not contain the one-star life lamp that was swaying weakly in the strong wind.
There was a trace of water in Shen Qian's eyes.
He thought that he had never cared about Yao Ning and had never loved her at all.
He only wanted to ascend to the great Dao, and everything else was just a mirage to him.
"Yao Ning." The stars in the sky were reflected in Chen Qian's eyes. Other sects of the righteous path arrived one after another. The Demon Lord had stopped and the two sides were negotiating. Chen Qian thought that she would not be in danger today. "I have never loved you."
Chen Qian had his back to Yao Ning and couldn't see her face. It took a long time before he heard her voice, calm and a little mocking: "I know."
Chen Qian suppressed his trembling voice and continued, "I became your Taoist partner only to sharpen my heart."
Yao Ning: "Yeah."
Shen Qian's long eyelashes fluttered, the world opened and closed before his eyes, his consciousness was in a swamp, the mud rose up and was about to submerge his mouth and nose.
He struggled to close his eyes and uttered his last words indifferently.
"You're just a tool."
Yao Ning was surprisingly calm, having long since become numb to the intense pain in his heart.
Chen Qian never cared about her.
Chen Qian never loved her.
She was just a tool for him to seek the truth.
Yao Ning understood it very well from the beginning to the end. She thought she would not care, but when Chen Qianzhen said it, she found that words were like knives that could cut people to blood.
She said it herself first, that they should each cultivate their own path and no longer be Taoist companions.
When she said this, was she still holding onto a little extravagant hope that she herself was not aware of, hoping that Chen Qian would refuse, deny, and keep the Taoist couple seal, so that the two of them would have a chance to reconcile one day.
This wisp of extravagant hope, as vague and faint as a gossamer thread, has now been cut off by his own words.
It’s time for Yao Ning to wake up from his dream.
A rough voice came from the sky far away, shaking the flying ashes. The Demon Lord Jiangcan led his troops to fight and retreat, and the sound of blessing spiritual power spread throughout the area within a mile.
"Immortal Yao Ning's cultivation is outstanding and rare in the world. I respect him. There are many talented people in the righteous path. I had a very satisfying fight today! Hahahahaha!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the righteous cultivators who had rushed over were all puzzled.
Who is the Immortal Master Yao Ning?
Never heard of this guy before!
Taoist Zixiao and the head of Lingfeng Land are both here, but what kind of person is this who can make the Demon Lord Jiangcan praise him as "rarely seen in the world"?
The name Yao Ning seems familiar...
Yao Ning listened indifferently, the wind blowing his hair across his pale and bloodstained face.
The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and suddenly she was pushed away with force, and an angry young man's voice exploded: "Brother! Brother, are you okay?"
Yao Ning slowly stood up and looked at Wang Mianzhi holding Chen Qian. The young man was anxious and afraid, and shouted in panic: "Help! Quick, help!"
Several Beiming Sect disciples stepped forward to help up the unconscious Chen Qian and placed him on a fairy car. A formation with sea water patterns suddenly rose up and overlapped with the Xunfeng Seal barrier.
Shang Linran said something to Wang Mianzhi, and then got on the fairy carriage.
Wang Mianzhi grabbed his hair in frustration, hurried back, and shoved Yao Ning hard: "It's all your fault!"
Yao Ning staggered after being pushed by him, and his expression turned cold.
Fear flashed across Wang Mianzhi's face, and then it was filled with surging anger. His eyes were red as he stared at Yao Ning: "You are a disaster star! Nothing good has happened to my brother since he met you!
"Back then, you were shameless and forced him to marry you in public. My brother, the young master of a great sect, married someone like you who came from a humble background, and became a laughing stock in the entire cultivation world!
"He was originally going to be Yaoguang's Taoist partner! They are a perfect match, a match made in heaven! On what basis, what right did you have to use tricks to steal someone else's Taoist partner?!"
Wang Mianzhi took a breath and became more and more angry as he spoke. Thinking of Chen Qian's eyes closed and blood all over his body, he felt that his anger was ignited.
He glanced at Yao Ning resentfully.
"Don't think my brother saved you tonight because he has any affection for you," the young man warned. "If you have any conscience, stay away from him as soon as possible!"
Yao Ning looked at the young man who was jumping up and down in front of him, opened his mouth, but found that he could not refute.
A figure in purple passed by and Wang Mianzhi was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground.
He raised his head while coughing, wiping his dusty face. He said in shock and anger, "Meng Yaoguang! What are you doing? Are you sick?"
Meng Yaoguang, wearing a purple robe and a golden belt, stood in front of Yao Ning, glancing at Wang Mianzhi who was sitting on the ground.
"Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?"
"What kind of girl is she..."
"Yao Ning is your brother's legitimate Taoist partner, and your sister-in-law," Meng Yaoguang interrupted him, his voice steady and composed. "Since you don't know how to respect your sister-in-law, I will discipline you on behalf of this old man today."
Wang Mianzhi's eyes widened in disbelief: "What did you say! Can't you see I'm on your side?!"
Meng Yaoguang swung his hand, and a soft steel whip tore through the air, making a loud sound.
"Wang Mianzhi, how many times do I have to tell you before you remember?" Meng Yaoguang shook the steel whip, making a cracking sound and exploding tiny golden sparks. "Chen Qian is already married, and I, Meng Yaoguang, absolutely disdain to marry a man who has been touched by others."
She changed her tone, adding a hint of coldness: "Or do you think that as a husband, being seriously injured or even sacrificing your life to save your wife is a rather unprofitable deal?"
Wang Mianzhi's expression froze and he was speechless for a moment.
Meng Yaoguang ignored him and turned to look at Yao Ning, a smile appearing on his dignified face.
"Xiao Aning, long time no see."
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