Suddenly, the area around Xianlong Peak began to swirl.
Although everyone was quite enthusiastic before, this didn't include Niu Chuanchuan, who took drugs to the point of becoming a martial arts master, Jia Xitong, who drew talismans to the point of becoming a talisman master, or Shang Yanting...
No, Shang Yanting has always been the King of Scrolls.
He spends all his free time cultivating.
However, he's become even more engrossed lately, going into seclusion.
The main reason was that he consumed all of the Primordial Primordial Elixir over five consecutive days.
According to the dragon race's custom, young dragons eat elixirs almost every day, and it seems that he can eat them for five consecutive days without any major problems.
The problem is
The dragon race was once powerful, able to provide their offspring with an excellent environment for cultivation. After consuming the elixir, all the young dragons would sleep for almost an entire day, essentially living a life of eating and sleeping, like pigs.
They didn't care at all whether the Primordial Taiyi Pill was completely absorbed or not; if it couldn't be absorbed, they could just expel it. Anyway, there were always people dedicated to providing them with enough pills every day.
But things are different now.
Shang Yanting closed his eyes, his spiritual energy circulating rapidly within his body. They didn't have many pills left, so they had to make the most of every single one.
As his consciousness entered a deeper level of cultivation, he saw some strange scenes.
In the scene, he was not the master of a peak, but rather a personal disciple of a peak master. The figure was indistinct, but seeing him evoked great disgust.
This state of being is extremely strange.
It's like observing another version of yourself in the world. He can't control any of his actions, but he can see what he sees, feel what he feels, and think what he thinks.
"Yan Qing, I have found a very suitable cultivation method for you. Take it and practice it."
Thank you.
He took the item uncontrollably, a fake respect on his face.
He was filled with fear towards the person above him.
Yes, it's fear.
"Today, it's time to extract the marrow again."
The person above spoke calmly, and Shang Yanting felt himself trembling slightly.
The scenery before my eyes suddenly changed.
He entered a secret room.
There were many people around the secret room. He couldn't see their faces, but he knew they were all watching him and guarding him.
That look in his eyes was like that of an animal watching a performance.
Someone took off his shirt and bound his arms with cold iron chains.
A needle about the length of an arm pierced his back, and the pain of it going into the bone instantly struck! The sound of the long needle moving through the bone traveled through his spine to his eardrums. In his vision, the nearly one-meter-long needle continued to penetrate deeper until it was completely submerged, leaving only two inches.
Then, they placed a bowl under the long needle.
Bright red blood flowed from the long needle, and soon the liquid turned a bright white. The liquid flowing from the body evoked a feeling of strength and life slipping away.
Dark, cold, and terrifying.
An unprecedented feeling of suffocation.
The spiritual energy within Shang Yanting's body began to become disordered, and he forcibly pulled himself out of this meditative state.
The practice room was empty.
That inexplicable feeling of pain felt incredibly real, surging up in the quiet, empty room as if he had just experienced it.
He misses Jia Xitong.
He strode out, stepping out of the training room with a tense and eager expression, and saw the people next door practicing talismans.
"Tongbao!"
Shang Yanting stepped forward and hugged her tightly, which almost interrupted her cultivation.
"Hey, I mean..."
Jia Xitong was about to curse, but when she saw who it was, she swallowed the curse words that were about to come out.
She gently pulled him back into a hug, asking softly, "What's wrong, dear host?"
"I just...had a terrible nightmare."
Seriously? You're afraid of nightmares?
Jia Xitong seemed to have discovered something new. "It's nothing, it's nothing. Dreams are just dreams. What kind of dream could scare you like that?"
"I wasn't scared."
Upon hearing her description, Shang Yanting pursed his lips and said.
It wasn't that I was scared, it was that I felt suffocated.
That suffocating feeling of being betrayed by the whole world.
Isolated and helpless
With nowhere to turn for help,
Living day after day in a life of skinning, bloodletting, and spinal cord extraction, a life of despair and pain with no end in sight.
Perhaps the feeling he had just experienced was too real, which caused him to lose control and become uncontrollable.
He didn't want to talk about this unspeakable thing, so he held the person in his arms tightly. Although things had improved now, he didn't want to let go in the future.
Jia Xitong didn't want to let go either.
"It's alright, it's alright, Tingbao, don't be afraid, I will always protect you."
She tiptoed and buried her head in his chest, gently patting his back.
As for the mouth?
Her mouth was practically agape.
Oh dear, even our dear host has moments of fear.
This is the perfect moment for her to break through his firm defenses, enter his vulnerable heart, and thwart his vow to cultivate the ruthless path!
Jia Xitong wrapped her arms around his back, her hands like the clasps of an old train carriage. She held Shang Yanting tightly around the waist, looking up at him in a daze…
Those beautifully shaped, rosy lips awaited a kiss. (cascoo.net)
If she just tiptoed a little higher and Shang Yanting bent down a little more, she could forcefully kiss his lips.
Then, taking the opportunity, he said, "Baby, don't be afraid! I love you! I will always protect you."
These few words.
She stood on tiptoe!
The instep is almost like a bow shape for a ballet jump.
Then……
"What are you standing there for? Get back to cultivation!"
She whispered these words in Shang Yanting's ear, tears of emotion streaming down her face.
Forced kisses, confessions of love, etc.
She tried it.
She dares not!
After that, she also had to take care of Shang Yanting's feelings. She patted his back with her not-so-broad hand and said like a father, "Tingbao, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I will always be your strong shield!"
Waaah—!
She's so pitiful!
Where Shang Yanting couldn't see, Jia Xitong pouted, looking as if she was heartbroken and about to howl like a wolf.
Shang Yanting: ...
Shang Yanting watched her turn around, reached out and pulled her back, his lips gently touching her forehead.
"Then you have to protect me all the time."
After saying that, he ran out quickly, leaving Jia Xitong standing there in a daze.
Jia Xitong recovered immediately.
If they had little wings, they would probably be airborne by now.
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