Chapter 62 Senior Brother, I knew I'd always believed in you...
From the perspective of the disciples of the Tianyan Sect, their sect leader and his friend were whispering to each other, and they not only set up a soundproof barrier but also raised their sleeves to cover their mouths.
Are these real friends?
The disciples felt it didn't quite seem like it.
Fortunately, it didn't take long. Soon after, he removed his sleeves and casually distanced himself.
With his earlobes so red they seemed to drip blood, Fu Ming coughed at his juniors, covering his mouth and nose.
"Instead of using this time to recuperate and restore your spiritual energy, what are you doing standing here like an idiot? Let's head to the river first."
He instantly moved in front of the group, using his lightness skill to travel while cursing under his breath.
He bit me until I bled. Is this guy a dog?
If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Huaiyuan was currently poisoned and weak, he would have done so long ago.
It's no wonder Fu Ming was in such a hurry. If people were allowed to get closer, they would immediately see his unusually swollen and bleeding lips, and what he and Xiao Huaiyuan were doing would be obvious.
Is it appropriate for the leader of the righteous path and the Demon Lord to kiss passionately in broad daylight and in front of everyone?
Even if others didn't recognize his identity, it would be too shameful for the sect leader of Tianyan Sect to have sex with an unknown male cultivator in public.
Fu Ming, like a frog slowly being boiled in lukewarm water, was unaware that the focus of his thinking had shifted from whether he was gay to the fact that he absolutely could not be discovered. This was a major achievement of Xiao Huaiyuan's strategy of using both soft and hard tactics.
The warmth of the moment hadn't dissipated when Xiao Huaiyuan watched Fu Ming leave in a flurry. He knew his senior brother was usually tough on the outside but soft on the inside; as long as he showed weakness, his senior brother would never have the heart to do anything to him.
Upon hearing that his soul was shattered and his memories were incomplete, Fu Ming readily granted his requests, only frowning at the most unreasonable demands, rather than pushing him away.
We also have to thank that cowardly yet cunning fox in the Grand Competition Secret Realm. Seeing him holding the corpse of Fu Ming's avatar, the fox patted its chest and strongly recommended the fox clan's dual cultivation secret method to him, saying that as long as the person is not completely dead, dual cultivation for ten or eight years will guarantee to repair their soul.
Despite their many encounters, Fu Ming never asked him why he knew the dual cultivation method. Perhaps his senior brother had never considered that dual cultivation required the cooperation of two people to complete.
The fruit hanging high on the branches was even sweeter than he had expected.
but.
His senior brother had lied to him many times, and he finally returned the favor once.
Xiao Huaiyuan teleported into the city in quick succession, his feet never touching the ground and he never stopped for a moment.
The dull pain from the tearing of space and the tremors in his internal organs were intertwined, yet they paled in comparison to the relentless agony of his soul. He was constantly enduring the agony of his soul being torn apart, as if he had been cast into the deepest hell.
His condition is really bad.
It wasn't just because of the poison; there was another outrageous matter at play.
Back then, in the secret realm beneath Boyun Village, he was ambushed and tricked by Mo Shi. Lord Yun instructed Mo Shi to hang him on lava, and the words he uttered were quite intriguing.
This mysterious old man, who claimed to be surnamed Yun but was not listed in the family genealogy and always wore a mask, had low cultivation but an exceptionally strong soul, capable of completely scanning Xiao Huaiyuan's soul with a single glance.
“It’s really strange. How could you have so many hidden injuries to your soul? Could it be that you are an ancient demon who has been possessed, or that you have used some forbidden technique?” He seemed to be examining a piece of white jade of good quality but with a chip, shaking his head as he looked at it.
Lord Yun sighed insincerely, "Alas, Sect Leader Xiao, you were originally a promising talent bestowed by heaven."
"What a pity, what a pity. Once you encounter my 'Tethering Poison,' even the best talent is no different from a cripple. You can only make Sect Leader Xiao a piece of firewood."
Xiao Huaiyuan slowly raised his eyes.
"Whose body did you possess?"
"That's not important, Sect Master Xiao. Do you know what price you have to pay for using forbidden spacetime techniques?"
The man gave an irrelevant answer and chuckled as he changed the subject.
Since then, Xiao Huaiyuan has been in a deep coma. It seems that a parasitic vine has grown in his soul, invisible and omnipresent, growing in every crack.
Yes, everything he and his senior brother have now is what he obtained through all sorts of desperate measures.
We can't blame him.
The path beneath Xiao Huaiyuan's feet transformed from a dusty dirt road outside the city into an uneven brick and stone official road, and then into an exquisite and elegant garden.
We've arrived at the Lord's Mansion in Los Angeles.
He stepped forward, and the vermilion doors opened automatically, revealing a group of people standing in the hall, as if they had expected his arrival.
Zhongzhou is also part of the Tianyan Sect's territory. Although it is not as closely connected to the Kunlun Mountains and the border as it is to the border, the city lord still has to report his achievements to the sect leader every year.
Xiao Huaiyuan looked towards the corner, where City Lord Yang of Luocheng was cowering to the side, his eyes darting around.
The leader was of a high cultivation level, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. I don't remember his appearance, but he was probably a rogue cultivator. As soon as I saw him, I straightened my back and stepped forward.
He said, "I have long admired Sect Leader Xiao of the Tianyan Sect. We are members of the Tianfu Society."
A hundred miles away, Fu Ming's brow twitched.
Before them, the source of water was swollen, the turbulent waves swirling and rushing towards the trees, rocks, and floating corpses.
The waters that were originally meant for the River Styx flowed entirely into the Central Plains. The rivers swelled and rushed downstream, creating raging waves that destroyed houses and wheat fields for dozens of miles around, turning the villages along the edge of the Central Plains into a vast swamp.
Fortunately, after releasing the remaining disciples from various sects who were gradually awakening, they had enough manpower to communicate with the villagers in advance, thus avoiding more casualties.
The area was flat and without mountains, so Fu Ming used countless sword strikes to carve out a river channel to guide the water flow.
The dikes here were old and low, so Fu Ming directed his disciples with the Earth and Wood Spirit Roots to reinforce them.
The system in my consciousness shed wide, noodle-like tears again: "So touching... The host has grown into a reliable adult! This system can finally rest in peace, sob sob sob."
What is all this nonsense?
Fu Ming was not motivated at all: "Alright, you're not allowed to download any random corpora in the future."
Even so, several dark clouds still gathered overhead, and every now and then a few bolts of lightning from the distant horizon would suddenly explode, as if the heavens were supervising his work.
After a long day of hard work, from sunrise to sunset, Fu Ming and his team finally managed to keep most of the floodwaters outside the dam and direct them to another waterway that ran in the opposite direction from Luocheng.
Although it's estimated that the water level will rise another three or four feet, at least it won't cause a large number of civilians to drown.
Surely Los Angeles should have some disaster relief supplies?
Fu Ming hastily rolled up his water-soaked trouser legs and cast a cleansing spell on himself. The other disciples excitedly crowded around him, bombarding him with questions, chattering like sparrows—that's how young people are.
The first thing Wan Jianfeng asked was about his technique: "Senior's swordsmanship is truly remarkable. I noticed that the riverbed is perfectly even and smooth. May I ask how you managed to make a thousand cuts all in one place?"
Fu Ming was still concerned about whether his junior brother had fallen ill, so he gave a perfunctory answer: "If you want to learn, ask Xiao Huaiyuan. He knows how."
A disciple of Wanjian Peak slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering something: "Oh, this sounds familiar. It seems the sect leader's disciple also said something like that."
Fu Ming paused in wiping his knife, almost forgetting that he had this disguise.
Fortunately, when he was the senior disciple of the Tianyan Sect, he often led teams to accept commissions, so he was no stranger to how to manage overly excited children.
He raised his voice to divert everyone's attention: "Alright, everyone, let's get back to Los Angeles quickly."
It was already dark when the group of people, riding their swords, moved like shooting stars across the night sky, their robes fluttering, exuding an ethereal and heroic aura.
As they were about to land, they found the city gates tightly shut, with tens of thousands of ordinary people holding torches crowding in front of the gates, wading through muddy water up to their thighs.
Among them were the elderly, the weak, women and children. Some tried to break through the city gate by charging at the guards, but were pierced by spears, which aroused another round of screams and curses.
However, even without guards blocking the way, ordinary people cannot force their way in.
This is a city protected by immortals, with a powerful array protecting the outer city walls. Even Nascent Soul stage cultivators would find it difficult to force their way in, and it naturally also has the function of resisting floods. Fu Ming took this into consideration, which is why he thought of sending Xiao Huaiyuan to open the city gates and let the common people in.
What happened to Xiao Huaiyuan?
Fu Ming gripped the hilt of his sword, somewhat regretting not keeping his junior brother by his side. No, it would have been better if he had gone with his junior brother. Xiao Huaiyuan was currently seriously ill, and it would have been difficult for him to exert even a fraction of his strength in a real fight.
The great formation is like a perfectly round eggshell, encasing fragile things within; it would take some time to forcibly break it open...
Suddenly, he noticed that the transparent shield surrounding the city was trembling. Was Xiao Huaiyuan trying to break the formation from the inside?
Fu Ming walked toward the city gate. Wherever he went, everyone else was gently but irresistibly pushed aside by some force, thus clearing a path.
"Oh, it's you, that bastard who wanted to go to the city to sell his ass. Where's your old flame? Is she dead?" The guard used the same trick again, still pointing the tip of his silver spear at him.
"Let me tell you, even flies can't get into the city now. If you come any closer, I'll slash your pretty face to pieces!"
Similar to the border city of Yongcheng, the guards here also possess cultivation, although they are only at the Foundation Establishment stage, they are more than capable of dealing with mortals.
The guard was unaware that he had inadvertently uttered the words that Fu Ming could not bear to hear. You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth. Provocation is one thing, but to say something so unlucky is another.
As the target of the verbal abuse, Fu Ming's expression darkened to the extreme, revealing the violent indifference unique to demonic cultivators. He didn't even spare him a glance, only raising his left hand.
Bang!
The guard was sent flying out of thin air, crashed into the formation, and was then bounced off.
The aura emanating from the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was like the low pressure of an approaching storm, silencing the entire area to the point of absolute stillness.
He was tinkering with the grand formation. This formation, as expected of the Tianyan Sect's long-standing heritage, was sturdy and robust, with no weaknesses. However, as the sect leader of the Tianyan Sect, Xiao Huaiyuan should still have some authority over the formation that exceeds that of the city lord.
He could occasionally feel a tremor in his palm as it pressed against the city gate ring, and he believed that Xiao Huaiyuan was just being held back.
He always believed in his junior brother's abilities.
At that moment, Fu Ming suddenly had a flash of inspiration. With a slight tremor, he cleaved a crack in the door with a single stroke and then teleported away.
The brilliant gold color was strikingly bright in the pitch-black night. Fu Ming could easily see Xiao Huaiyuan's back as he faced off with his sword in the open space in front of the city lord's mansion.
Xiao Huaiyuan leaned on his sword, his magic seals hovering beside him, creating a domain that no one dared to set foot in.
Surprisingly, there were even those among the rogue cultivators who specialized in soul techniques, as if they had known beforehand that his soul was flawed and had been specially sent to him. Xiao Huaiyuan held his sword horizontally in front of him, his vision blurred with flashing colors, unable to discern anything concrete.
"Junior brother, I'm here to help you."
A flamboyant yet graceful figure descended from the heights, her long hair, tied up high, danced wildly in the wind, and the bright red in Fu Ming's eyes became the most unmissable color.
Senior brother.
Sweat and blood streamed down his face, which was covered in dark spots, and dripped onto the ground.
I knew you wouldn't...
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Author's Note: Hehe, just a little spoiler: while Xiao Huaiyuan is recovering from his injuries, Fu Ming will be super proactive and enthusiastic in doing... you know...
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