Chapter 16: It is clear that they are just scum who have some use value. ...
Song Xinghe's pale face froze, and a pill got stuck in his throat, almost choking him.
“This is mine!”
His head, which was a little dizzy from being struck by the two lightning bolts, seemed to have exploded, but at this moment he suddenly came to his senses and glared at Mu Fuyun angrily.
"It was originally yours." Mu Fuyun nodded and put the medicine bottle into his mustard bag in front of him. "But weren't you going to give it to me? If you give it to me, it's mine."
"Who said it was a gift for you!" Song Xinghe immediately retorted loudly, trying to find an excuse for himself, but he stuttered, "I, I just... Anyway, it's not..."
Mu Fuyun just looked at him quietly, and his voice inexplicably lowered.
"Okay, I admit, it's for you." The rebellious boy pursed his lips stubbornly, trying to maintain his dignity, "But don't get me wrong, I just—"
"——It's just because I am still useful to my sister. She can't let anything happen to me easily. I know." Mu Fuyun was impatient to listen to him and interrupted him directly.
The young man who had his words interrupted was stunned. Somehow, hearing what he wanted to say coming out of her mouth made him feel quite uncomfortable, as if he had done something wrong to her.
But then she thought again, and remembered that it was she who was cruel to her senior sister first, causing her sadness. She felt that she should not feel guilty, and even less should she sympathize with her.
"It's good that you know!" He deliberately showed a serious warning look and said viciously.
"Okay, can we go now?" Mu Fuyun looked at him expressionlessly, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over. "I can't stand it anymore."
Song Xinghe was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant by "can't bear it", and his face suddenly flushed: "Yes, yes, let's go."
Having said that, he turned and left.
After taking two steps, he found that Mu Fuyun did not follow him. Looking back, he saw that her thin body seemed to have been boned out. Even when she was half leaning against the wall, she was still limp. Her pale face with a blush on it had a hint of spring love. Her almond-shaped eyes, slightly raised by the high ponytail, were filled with a hint of affection.
Song Xinghe was shocked when he saw this, and an indescribable tremor quickly spread from his spine.
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask her why she didn't leave, but when the words reached his lips, he suddenly felt his mouth dry and no sound came out. After a moment of silence, he turned back, reached out to support her without saying a word, walked out of Xizhao Pavilion, and flew towards Shanmingju together on his sword.
Along the way, Song Xinghe felt that the palm of the hand holding her arm was extremely hot, which made him distracted and the short distance seemed extremely long.
The night wind was cold, and it carried with it the damp air left by the thunderstorm, but when it blew on my body I broke out in a sweat.
"You..." Song Xinghe looked at Mu Fuyun who was so close to him, and asked impulsively, "To Senior Brother, do you have any?"
Mu Fuyun did not answer, but raised her eyelids and stared at him straight, then stretched out two slender fingers, frivolously hooked his chin, and slowly stroked it twice.
Song Xinghe suddenly stiffened, staring at her rosy face, his heart pounding.
Evil and crooked ways!
These four words continued to grow in his mind, pressing on his chest like a small mountain, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Who asked her to join the Hehuan Sect and practice the evil and crooked ways that everyone sneered at!
He clearly wanted to push her away, but for some reason, his whole body was frozen. He just stood there motionless, allowing her face to get closer and closer.
So close that their breaths intertwined, and the two sparkling red lips were right in front of my eyes.
His mouth was dry and he pursed his lips in an attempt to show that he was not bewitched at all, but a strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind.
Should he close his eyes at this time?
But at that moment, a trace of disgust suddenly flashed in those watery almond eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the face that was originally full of passion became indifferent.
"What are you thinking about?" Mu Fuyun said sarcastically, releasing the fingertips that were holding his chin, but still leaning against him for support. "I'm not that hungry that I'll eat anything."
Song Xinghe was stunned. He felt as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on his head. He felt extremely embarrassed and then a little angry.
"In my eyes, there's no difference between you and Chu Ye." You're both just scumbags who have some use value.
Mu Fuyun said this expressionlessly, then lowered his head to look at the rapidly receding mountain scenery below him: "We're here."
Song Xinghe intuitively felt that this was not a good thing to say, but since it was the same as his senior brother's, it made him feel a lot more balanced.
He brought Mu Fuyun directly to the edge of the cold pond and wanted to reach out to help her into the pond, but she pushed him away.
Song Xinghe stood there for a moment, watching her stumble into the pool alone. Just like last time, she closed her eyes, regulating her breathing and gathering her energy, ignoring his presence. Then, like last time, she stepped aside and meditated. While the two lightning strikes he had received while standing in the lightning-dispelling stone formation had greatly dispersed their power, the numbness still lingered.
He could feel the surge of powerful spiritual power within the solid spiritual core of his body.
Just as Master said, blocking the lightning for the eldest brother was actually beneficial to his own cultivation.
This fate lasts for one hour.
When he opened his eyes again, Mu Fuyu was no longer in the courtyard. Only the clear water was left, flickering in the frosty moonlight.
It was as if no one else had ever been here.
Song Xinghe was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the most important thing. He quickly got up and searched the yard like a headless fly, but found nothing.
He immediately crossed the corridor in front and was about to go out to look for someone when he saw Yunsheng sitting obediently on the stone steps at the corner. He had a lot of lotus seed candies in his pockets, which he stuffed into his mouth one by one, eating with relish.
Seeing Song Xinghe coming over, Yunsheng quickly handed over the white jade porcelain bottle in his hand.
"Is this what she left behind?" Song Xinghe took the porcelain bottle and weighed it in his hand. He found that it seemed heavier than the last time. "Is my senior brother's share included as well?"
Yunsheng nodded obediently and stuffed another lotus seed candy into his mouth.
Song Xinghe immediately breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his sword and wanted to go to the back hall, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the candy in Yunsheng's pocket.
"Did she give this to you?" he asked doubtfully, squinting his eyes.
Yunsheng paused for a moment, quickly pulled up his pockets, looked at him warily, and nodded in affirmation.
Song Xinghe stared at him, feeling somewhat angry for some reason. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he bent down, nimbly passed through the air in front of him, took out a lotus seed candy from his pocket, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
The sweet outer shell is condensed sugar, but the lotus seeds inside are still a bit bitter.
Yunsheng's face fell and he looked at him aggrievedly.
"It doesn't taste that good," he said, standing up straight with a guilty conscience. "Is it worth cherishing like that?"
After saying that, he quickly flew away on his sword before he started crying.
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In Guizang Hall, Qi Yuanbai finished concentrating Chu Ye's luck and gave him a qi-boosting pill.
Seeing that his condition had improved and he had recovered from the weakness and disorder caused by the breakthrough, Fang withdrew his hand, covered his mouth and coughed twice.
"Master!" Chu Ye quickly reached out to hold his elbow, his eyes full of worry.
"It's okay." Qi Yuanbai waved his hand, took a deep breath and said.
"I am useless. I have to rely on my master's help to go through three thunder tribulations. I feel really ashamed." Chu Ye looked at his tired face and couldn't help feeling guilty.
It was about three years ago when he advanced from the late stage of fusion to the early stage of Mahayana. It happened that the spiritual vein under Fu Ri Peak was fluctuating, which affected his retreat and almost made him go astray during his cultivation.
Immediately afterwards, when he was at his weakest, he experienced eighteen thunder tribulations, which completely damaged his vitality and left him with a chronic illness from which he has not recovered to this day.
Outsiders naturally didn't know about this matter, and only his two disciples knew a thing or two about it.
"Okay, it's just a small matter." Qi Yuanbai didn't care, just looked at him solemnly, "As for Xinghe, you should thank him for blocking those two attacks for you, otherwise, you would have damaged your consciousness by now."
"Yes, disciple understands." Speaking of Song Xinghe who was filling in the formation, Chu Ye thought of Mu Fuyu.
He paused, waving the annoying figure from his mind.
"Master, if the spiritual consciousness is truly damaged—severely damaged, shattered, will there be no room for maneuver?"
Qi Yuanbai's eyes flickered as he glanced at Chu Ye and said slowly, "According to common sense, this is indeed the case. When the spiritual consciousness is shattered, the physical body is naturally almost annihilated. At this point, the cultivator is considered dead."
Chu Ye caught the clue and asked hurriedly, "Master, do you mean that all hope is not lost?"
"Everything in the world is constantly renewed. For example, a tree, with its seed buried in the soil and nourished by rain and dew, can grow into a towering tree. Humans, cultivators, are also part of the universe, and their consciousness is the seed. The only difference is that the restoration of consciousness requires other support."
Qi Yuanbai said, looking at Chu Ye with a scrutinizing gaze: "This is something that goes against the will of heaven and is intolerable to the moral code of the world. I heard that only the demonic cultivators in the Xisha polar region would use such means. Ye'er, why are you suddenly concerned about this matter?"
Chu Ye quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet Qi Yuanbai's gaze. "I was just curious when Master mentioned the damage to his spiritual consciousness. I imagine such tactics are rarely seen in the Demon Realm these days."
"Yes, the current Demon Lord Cang Yan is different from the previous Demon Lords. He is not a bloodthirsty and evil person. The Demon Realm is very different under his rule." At this point, a trace of pain flashed in Qi Yuanbai's eyes. "This matter also has Yue'er's contribution. It's a pity... If she were still here, how great it would be..."
If you count carefully, the Demon Lord Cang Yan has only ruled the Demon Realm for ten years.
More than ten years ago, he was just an ordinary, unknown cultivator. Because of his half-human, half-demon bloodline, he was despised by the upright cultivators and almost died.
Fortunately, he was rescued by Mu Fuyue, who had just come from his hometown to Tianyan Sect to study and learn, and he managed to survive.
"Master, please accept my condolences. The dead cannot be resurrected. If Junior Sister were still alive, she would surely be heartbroken seeing Master like this."
Chu Ye comforted Qi Yuanbai on the surface, but he had other plans in his heart.
What exactly is the "other support" that spiritual consciousness needs?
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