Chapter 61 "Sick, yet wanting kisses? What does that mean? Haven't you kissed enough?"
Above, a waterfall cascades down with a gurgling sound, while in front of you, you hear the gurgling, sticky sound of water.
Fu Ming was completely disoriented from the forceful kiss. Xiao Huaiyuan was like a piece of chewing gum; once he stuck to her, she couldn't be pulled off.
This couldn't even be called a deep kiss; it was more like a traveler, extremely thirsty in the desert, bending down to drink the last remaining spring water, so fiercely that he almost chewed and swallowed Fu Ming's tongue as well.
"He's having another episode," Fu Ming said, trying to excuse his junior brother's behavior.
Once the distance was extremely close, Fu Ming could clearly see that the black spots on Xiao Huaiyuan's neck had spread, and large patches of black mold had spread to his chest, feeling like charred paper, rough and hard to the touch.
Their souls were in complete disarray, far more chaotic and fragmented than before they were separated. Fu Ming tilted his head slightly, passively taking all of his attacks, and then helped him sort out his soul. He was truly a rare and wonderful senior brother.
After circulating the Fox Clan's secret technique for a full cycle, Xiao Huaiyuan finally calmed down. Of course, it's also possible that he had had enough of kissing.
Fu Ming, mindful of Xiao Huaiyuan's status as a patient, pushed him away with less force and scolded, "Elder Mo isn't dead yet. It's not good for people to see this. Can't you be a little more considerate of your image?"
Speaking of Elder Mo, Fu Ming finally had time to check on the traitorous elder who had fallen on the platform. His deep gray, sinister eyes were staring intently at the two of them, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Indeed, even in his delirium, Xiao Huaiyuan still remembered to use the Binding Immortal Rope and the Silence-Banning Spell.
Fu Ming pretended not to know who the Immortal Binding Rope was mainly intended for, and beckoned Xiao Huaiyuan to lift the silencing spell. Unexpectedly, he was attacked again.
Who taught him this behavior? Wait, their master, the Calabash Taoist, never really taught Xiao Huaiyuan for more than a few days. It seems... he taught him himself? It seems that the junior brother himself didn't learn well, so he can't blame anyone else.
The important matter was still at hand. Fu Ming wiped the water off his face with the back of his hand, putting aside all distracting thoughts.
After Lord Yun was stabbed, he left behind a nonsensical remark before dying. Strangely, the body hanging on the edge of the platform had no cultivation whatsoever; it was merely a mortal. This secret realm and fortress couldn't have been built in a day, and the dead and dying people in the cages probably weren't brought here in just a year or two. Just who was this person? Why would he go to such lengths to hang people like dried meat? Surely it wasn't just for hot pot.
Facing the blood-dripping longsword so close at hand, Mo Shi indeed had something to say.
"Fu Ming, you will soon find out that the Three Realms will undergo a great change. Physical bodies will cease to exist, but paradise will remain forever."
He spoke extremely fast, like a machine gun, but his face wore a stiff, paper-like smile.
Talking nonsense, inexplicable.
Fu Ming couldn't help but ask, "Are we that close?"
He knew that although Mo Shi was an elder, he had only become an elder by chance after the previous elder died in the Demon Realm. Before that, he was just an unremarkable opponent among Fu Ming's defeated enemies, and they had barely even exchanged a few words.
"Let's tell you what you're up to first. If you confess clearly, you might have a chance to escape death." Fu Ming smiled and brandished his sword in front of him.
"Death? Do you think I'm afraid of death? It's useless. You've come too late. Naturally, you can't stop us. Our time has come. This world is destined to be this way!"
Mo Shi, who was usually cautious and unassuming, was now just as enthusiastic as the deceived villagers of Boyun Village, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.
Suddenly, dark red blood oozed from between his teeth, his eyes burst bloodshot, and his veins bulged, stretching the Immortal Binding Rope taut. He looked like a balloon inflated to its limit.
Want to retaliate? Fu Ming immediately set up a barrier to protect Xiao Huaiyuan and the others behind him.
boom!
Mo Shi self-destructed, a ruthless act that left no one alive, including his Nascent Soul cultivator. His unusually tall body suddenly exploded from his abdomen, with firecrackers exploding in succession, shattering the fortress platform.
Fu Ming's solidified true essence scattered, transforming into pairs of giant hands that lifted hundreds of bubbles upwards.
However, Mo Shi did not intend to attack them. His tattered body disintegrated into several pieces in mid-air and fell into the magma, which had cooled considerably.
After the magma swallowed a high-level cultivator, it became turbulent and active again, followed by earthquakes. The continuous tremors shook the fortress, and the temperature was so high that it could cook a person alive.
If this continues, they'll eventually turn into meatballs rolling around in a hot pot!
Fu Ming gritted his teeth and drained all his true energy. With just two cuts, he carved a cross-shaped hole a mile long and wide on the top of the fortress.
As the dim light of dawn broke through, bubbles rose against the purplish-black sky, breaking through the lake water and reaching the horizon.
As soon as they came out, they saw the disciples of the Tianyan Sect leading a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people to the top of the mountain. They were quite clever, so Fu Ming casually put them into the protective barrier as well.
This small secret realm was also shaking, with turbid waves surging into the sky and rocks crumbling. Fu Ming flew high into the sky and realized that this fortress maze was connected with the intersecting mountain range, seemingly forming a killing formation.
Xiao Huaiyuan's eyes were blank, but he was still able to say a few serious words: "The core of the formation is in the center of the lake. The formation is complete and we are powerless to break it. Let's go out first."
With the master of the secret realm dead, breaking through the secret realm is very simple. Just find one of the four nine Heavenly Evolutions and break through its weak point.
Where did he come from riding the dragon?
Fu Ming looked around. The sky here was a uniform blue, and he couldn't find a gap in it for the time being.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of a swimming dragon's tail protruding into the room.
"Truly, his good dragon, his obedient dragon!" Fu Ming thrust forward, raising his aching and heavy right arm, and cleaved the false sky with a single stroke.
Before the crimson dragon could even realize what it had done, it was bewilderedly transported to Xiao Huaiyuan's side, its enormous nostrils spewing out two balls of fire, making it appear rather dim-witted.
The village of Boyun was also experiencing an earthquake. When Fu Ming led his men out of the siege, the village was no longer the quiet place it had been when they first met.
Large and small rocks tumbled down, mixed with broken giant logs, as a muddy torrent rushed down the mountain path. The small but deep pond had risen considerably, submerging even the bamboo hut of the so-called fairy maiden, and dark, vengeful water ghosts crawled all over the ground.
Some villagers became corpses, bobbing up and down on the turbulent water, while others hurriedly ran up the mountain, clinging to the trunks of giant trees to avoid being swept away by the mudslide.
With the hearing of Fu Ming at the Nascent Soul stage, he could even hear the villagers crying and cursing.
"Where's the dragon? Where did you take it?!" The disheveled fairy was hanging on the tree in a very undignified manner.
The sound of the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) flew out haphazardly, but the dragon was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing that the rock was about to be washed away again, the xun player stuck behind it was also anxious and frustrated: "No, what happened to the divine power that lord bestowed upon me?"
The fairy scratched her head impatiently: "Didn't the master say that even if our bodies really die, we can be reborn in Paradise?"
"You actually believe that!" The xun player cursed, his beard bristling and eyes wide, until he suddenly realized that his waist was already submerged in the murky, dirty water.
"ah!"
Glug glug glug...
Fu Ming wasn't particularly concerned about the fate of these two people; he was more interested in something else.
"The secret realm is so deeply integrated with the outside world. Once that killing formation is activated, wouldn't it be..."
As Fu Ming was thinking this, another dull thud came from beneath his feet, as if a giant firecracker buried deep in the earth had suddenly been detonated.
Damn it! Just what I feared most has come to pass. The secret realm was actually embedded underground. What exactly is that guy surnamed Yun trying to do? Destroy the world?
In that instant, the world changed dramatically, the impact spreading outwards, causing the earth's crust to sink and mountains to crack. The mighty river, no longer obstructed by the mountains, poured into the mountains, its turbulent flow rushing downwards, unstoppable by human power.
Fu Ming had just seen the area once before he arrived, so he remembered the terrain very clearly. To the east of the mountains were the cities of Zhongzhou, a vast plain with flat terrain and a population of 100,000 mortals.
If a flood were to occur, almost no ordinary person would survive. Moreover, many people in the Central Plains had already died from the plague, making the situation even more chaotic.
He decided to release the group of bubble people into the Grand Competition Secret Realm while on his journey, which would be both safe and convenient.
Everyone else was still asleep, so everything was fine, except for Xiao Huaiyuan, who was more troublesome.
Just as Fu Ming raised his hand to chop Xiao Huaiyuan unconscious, his junior brother suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Wherever you're going, I'll go with you."
Xiao Huaiyuan seemed to have fully recovered, except for the black spots from his chin to his collar, which looked like snake scales. It has to be said that they were quite in line with Fu Ming's aesthetic.
Fu Ming spoke bluntly as always: "Zhongzhou is likely to be hit by floods. I'm going to rescue some people. You look so sickly, can you really handle a long journey, Xiao Huaiyuan?"
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother, but I'm not that fragile," Xiao Huaiyuan replied calmly.
...Pshaw, who cares about him?
However, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. He was still a Nascent Soul cultivator, so he was still somewhat useful. Fu Ming approved Xiao Huaiyuan's assistance.
"And we can also lend a helping hand to our seniors."
Just as Fu Ming was sending people into the secret realm, seven or eight young men suddenly chirped like sparrows.
Fu Ming almost wanted to pat his brain, which had been working non-stop, to see if it had gotten dirty when he jumped into the pond, otherwise how could he have forgotten about these kids?
They were awake the whole way; I should have knocked them out first.
Seeing this, Xiao Huaiyuan took the opportunity to flatter Fu Ming, clearly understanding the principle that you have to stroke a cat's fur to get a good look from it: "Senior brother, let them go. It's good to care for the younger generation, but you can't always protect them behind you."
No wonder he's a moral exemplar; his way of speaking... well, Fu Ming still found it somewhat agreeable.
A dozen or so people, including Fu Ming and Xiao Huaiyuan, rushed as fast as they could and finally arrived in Luocheng, the largest city on the banks of the Yuan River, before the flood officially arrived.
Before the surging river even reached the area, the earthquake had already affected this place from a hundred miles away. Many cracks appeared in the fields on the outskirts of the city, swallowing up the nascent green wheat seedlings and causing many frightened chickens, cattle, and unfortunate pedestrians to fall in.
"By holding this city and diverting the water back into the river, we can save at least 20,000 lives." Fu Ming calculated with his fingers. Fortunately, he had consulted the Luocheng Prefecture Annals with Xiao Huaiyuan before he came.
"You are all disciples at the Golden Core stage, which is enough. Some of you have earth, water, and metal spiritual roots, right? Come with me to repair the dam. Those who are afraid of dying or lack spiritual power can leave first."
“Xiao Huaiyuan, you are the sect leader of Tianyan Sect. Your main task is to get the city lord of Luo City to open the city gates and let the common people in.”
"I'll only say it once, did you understand?"
Fu Ming gave instructions one by one.
When he walked up to Xiao Huaiyuan, his junior brother said he would listen to whatever Xiao Huaiyuan said, but secretly he was sending him a telepathic message.
Xiao Huaiyuan: "My spirit is unstable. Please help me, senior brother."
What do you mean? Haven't you kissed enough yet?
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