Chapter 79 Chapter 79 "If I get any new injuries in these three days...
Du Xuandu stood not far away, with his neck slightly lowered, his beautiful face expressionless, like a paper-cut figure without a soul.
Du Wuzhu retracted his gaze and chuckled, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can go and have a fight with Your Majesty."
Bai Su seemed genuinely annoyed, but instead of getting angry, he smiled: "No need to trouble you, Your Majesty. I think you're quite good."
Their eyes met, and a turbulent undercurrent surged between them.
The door suddenly opened, and Jiangcan glanced at the two men, who were on edge, and said, "She's dying."
Bai Su tightened his grip on the knife, but Jiang Can looked at Du Wuzhu.
Du Wuzhu was as relaxed and at ease as usual, with no ripples in his eyes.
The silkworm frowned, sensing something, and looked into the distance.
Then his figure disappeared, and appeared at the entrance of Zezhou in the Demon Realm a moment later.
The rain poured down in torrents, and even the handsome and noble Taoist Zixiao was soaked after standing in the rain for too long.
Shen Qian saw Jiang Can's unmasked face, which made his already tense jaw even more obvious.
Jiangcan glanced at him and unfolded the photo bead. In the picture, Yao Ning was lying quietly on the high bed with a pale face.
The veins on the sides of the neck are bulging due to heavy pulling.
The silkworm said: "The soul has dissipated, and the life is coming to an end."
Chen Qian's hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists.
Dead Silkworm: "Within three days, find a life-saving remedy."
Chen Qian: "Can you protect her for three days?"
"It's not that I can." Jiangcan shook his head and corrected him, "It's that only I can."
He changed the subject and said, "No matter how many treasures the Demon Realm possesses, I will never use them on a former enemy. I am merely lending her a place to hide temporarily. Whether she can survive the next three days depends on her."
"In three days, I will throw her out of the demon world."
The heavy rain blurred Chen Qian's face, and his voice was dry and hoarse: "I will repay the favor of letting me stay here."
He raised his beast-like eyes and said, "If you get any new injuries in the next three days, I will blame the demon world."
The silkworm narrowed its eyes, and Chen Qian's body turned into lightning and flew away from here.
Jiangcan looked at the direction he left and murmured, "Beiming Sect."
Something became clear in my mind for a moment, then became shrouded in fog again.
Jiangcan remembered that during the battle between good and evil in Zhongze, Chen Qian's soul seemed to have been severely damaged.
When they met again in the Demon Realm, his cultivation level remained unchanged. He broke into the Demon Lord's Palace alone, and even he himself felt a little afraid.
Beiming Sect...
Jiangcan thought for a while, and a name slowly emerged.
Song Dynasty green bottle.
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Shen Qian stepped onto the bluestone steps, Song Qingping's words echoing in his mind.
"Your mother seemed to have anticipated this, which is why she left behind that life-saving elixir. But something that can heal the wounds of the soul is so precious, how can it be found everywhere?"
"I only know that the elixir was originally only available in the Tianji Pavilion, and she probably got it by chance during her travels."
As dusk fell, the shops before my eyes were lit with thousands of warm yellow lanterns. Amidst the sounds of people shouting and talking, the aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of cakes and snacks filled the air.
This is a bustling town that can be seen everywhere.
Chen Qian followed the map given by Song Qingping, bypassed the market, and circled up the mountain road until he stopped in front of the ancient building at the highest point.
"The Tianji Pavilion is low-key and mysterious, yet it enjoys a great reputation within the Nine Continents. They pride themselves on their ability to understand the mysteries of Heaven and never get involved in disputes between the Nine Continents' sects or between the righteous and the demonic."
At first glance, the building in front of us looks like just a wealthy villa, but upon closer inspection, the blue-gray brick walls extend into the lush trees on both sides, the pottery gargoyles on the top of the gabled mountain are lifelike, the vermilion bird tiles are vivid and exquisite, and the copper bells under the eaves make a soft sound in the night fog - it is clear that the low-key yet noble atmosphere is contained.
The vermilion lacquered door was wide open, but no one was visible.
"This pill is called Huanshen. The Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion has never concealed its existence. He once said that all cultivators in the Nine Continents can go to Tianji Pavilion and pass three levels in a row. Those who pass the levels will be in harmony with Tianji and will obtain the Huanshen Pill."
"But how can one come and go freely in the Tianji Pavilion? Those who have entered it in the past don't even know how they died."
Shen Qian walked into the gate and turned around the screen wall. The sheep-horn lamp was as bright as day, but there was still no sign of anyone.
Chen Qian tensed his nerves and walked in step by step.
The candles cast tiny flower shadows all over the ground. On the wide corridor, the wind lifted the corners of the robe of the white-robed immortal. He walked amid the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in early summer. His heart sank with every step forward.
Chen Qian is not afraid of thousands of people from Tianji Pavilion blocking his way.
However, this smooth journey without meeting anyone makes people feel inexplicably cold.
The head of Tianji Pavilion seemed to be telling him, I know you are coming.
After walking through the courtyard, I finally saw someone.
He was an inconspicuous servant, with his head lowered. When he saw Chen Qian, he just bowed and then led the way with a lamp in hand.
Shen Qian thought for a moment and then followed the man.
After walking for another half a day, the servant led Shen to a flower hall, bowed and left.
Chen Qian looked at the closed lattice door. The light passed through the hollowed-out auspicious animal patterns, casting flowing shadows on the blue brick floor. He walked forward and pushed open the door.
“Squeak—”
Unexpectedly, there was no one inside the door.
In the exquisite flower hall, there is a calligraphy hanging opposite the door.
The large ink-dipped characters, written in iron and silver strokes, caught my eye without a second thought.
"ghost."
Chen Qian took a look and stepped into the flower hall. The scene in front of him suddenly spun and shattered, and then suddenly gathered together. Chen Qian looked closely -
Thick and eerie darkness, floating green will-o'-the-wisp fires, boiling crimson magma, and eerie, shadowy figures...
The underworld.
Chen Qian looked around, his face expressionless, but he couldn't help feeling irritated in his heart.
He didn't care where he was in the Nine Heavens of Hell, nor did he want to know what mysteries the Tianji Pavilion was playing. He just wanted to get the Huanshen Pill as quickly as possible.
Chen Qian thought for a moment and then walked in one direction.
The Forgetful River rushed forward, countless wronged souls and evil spirits struggled up and down, and the overwhelming cries suddenly fell into the ears.
Chen Qian summoned the Thunder Sword, and the cries of all the ghosts stopped abruptly.
He walked across the broken and rickety wooden bridge.
A hunchbacked old woman tremblingly handed over a bowl of soup, but the young man who was just in front of her had already walked past her and walked dozens of feet away.
Shen Qian walked past the red spider lilies and passed through the Yama Palace.
No, neither.
There are three levels in Tianji Pavilion. The only clue for the first level is the word "ghost". Chen Qian has no idea what kind of test it is to be dragged into such an illusory hell. He just feels that there is no danger in every place he passes.
If there is no danger, it is not a pass; if it is not a pass, it cannot be passed.
A shrunken little ghost was walking towards him, with a frightened look in his eyes, glancing around wildly. When he passed by Chen Qian, he bumped into him lightly, whether intentionally or accidentally.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry!" The little ghost was terrified, his face turning increasingly pale. He tugged at Chen Qian's sleeve and kept apologizing, "Don't kill me, I didn't mean to. I want to go home, I don't want to die, ah! I don't want to die!"
Sometimes he burst into tears, sometimes he screamed, and sometimes he was extremely frightened, pulling at Chen Qian's sleeve and chattering incessantly, repeating the same few sentences over and over again.
Shen Qian wanted to break free, but he found that this skinny-looking kid was extremely strong, and even he couldn't break free even if he used his spiritual power.
Shen Qian looked at the little ghost calmly.
He can't leave.
It seems that if I don't listen to the little ghost's crying, untie his knot and soothe his emotions, he will hold Shen Qian for the rest of his life.
What kind of hurdle was this? Was it a test of his patience?
But what Chen Qian lacks most now is patience.
He wished he could split this place in half with a sword, kill his way directly to the head of the Tianji Pavilion, and force him to hand over the Huanshen Pill.
Chen Qian patted the little ghost soothingly: "Don't be afraid."
The little ghost sobbed and looked miserably at the gentle smile on the face of the immortal king in front of him, as if this kindness had soothed the fear engraved in his soul.
Chen Qian's hand moved to his neck, which was so thin that the bones protruded, and his warm fingertips stroked his dirty and rotten skin: "You died a long time ago."
The little ghost's expression froze, and he stared blankly at Chen Qian, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying.
Chen Qian continued softly, "You died a long time ago, you know? If this is the underworld, you are a ghost. If this is an illusion, you are a puppet."
He explained to him considerately: "You died a long time ago and can't go home. Do you understand?"
These words seemed to make the little ghost collapse all of a sudden. His expression changed from disbelief to crazy resentment. He mechanically repeated: "Don't kill me, I didn't mean it."
"The dead cannot be killed." Chen Qian continued to crush his hope, "It doesn't matter if you do it on purpose, because I will return it."
His slender, white fingers grasped the little ghost's neck. The White-robed Immortal said calmly, "Now tell me, where is the most dangerous place here?"
"Gegege..." The little ghost's neck bones were pinched so hard that they creaked, and he muttered something meaninglessly. Shen Qian coaxed him: "Tell me, I will save you and take you home."
Although his words were full of temptation, his tone was gentle and kind, and his appearance was handsome and harmless, the little ghost vaguely felt that this man was crazier than all the ghosts here.
Judging from the little ghost's reaction, he really didn't know anything. Shen Qian sighed regretfully and tightened his fingertips.
The imp made a hissing inhalation sound.
Chen Qian looked at the desperate face on the verge of death. Killing seemed to ease the growing irritability in his heart. However, he gritted his teeth, restrained himself, and finally let go.
His voice was no longer gentle, but filled with irritation and violence: "Get out. Before I change my mind."
The little ghost climbed up while coughing.
Chen Qian gripped the hilt of the Tingni sword tightly, his knuckles turning white. He exhaled several times before he managed to calm down and continued to move forward.
"The Wheel of Reincarnation." A weak voice cried from behind, "The Wheel of Reincarnation spews out fresh corpses every day."
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