He remained silent for a long time, and Qin Yan seemed a little surprised. He turned to look at him and saw Fu Changling with his head down. After thinking for a moment, he pursed his lips, as if trying to find something to talk about, and took the initiative to ask, "What were you looking at just now?"
Fu Changling tilted his head and smiled: "See how good-looking you are."
Qin Yan didn't feel as embarrassed as Fu Changling had expected after hearing this. He turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Shangguan Yuan who was busy in front of him. He said calmly, "You are very afraid of me."
Fu Changling froze. Qin Yan continued expressionlessly, "Why?"
Why?
That is of course the aftereffect of years of fighting.
When the Manchus of Fu Changling were exterminated, he was lucky enough to survive. After escaping, he lived a life of being hunted down ever since.
The one who loved to hunt him the most was Qin Yan. For nearly ten years, he had been chased and hacked by Qin Yan. Every day, he had to sleep in the open air. Whenever he heard the name "Qin Yan" anywhere, he had to get up quickly. No matter how tired or hard it was, how sleepy or hungry he was, he had to pack his bags and run away without hesitation.
Later he became stronger, and after escaping death time and time again, he became the strongest Huayang Jun in the fairy world. Only then did he begin to have the courage to face Qin Yan.
But now, Qin Yan is at the Jindan stage while he is at the foundation building stage. Abnormal cultivators like sword cultivators always love to fight against opponents of higher levels. Back then, when Qin Yan and he had the same cultivation level, he might not have been able to win, let alone now?
He knew very well that Qin Yan might go berserk and become a demon at any time, and he was just a pitiful and weak chicken who had no ability to fight back. Qin Yan could kill him with just his fists. Where did he get the courage to not be afraid?
But he certainly wouldn't say these words out loud. He quickly said, "No way! I admire you! After all, you're very famous in Yunze, and a role model for my generation. I'm just a little uncomfortable seeing the real person you've always talked about."
As Fu Changling spoke, he suddenly remembered that this was the first time they had met in their entire lives. He did know Qin Yan's name, but Qin Yan probably didn't know his. So he coughed lightly and pretended to be distant, "Well, my name is Fu Changling. You are Qin Yan, am I mistaken for someone?"
Qin Yan nodded, and Fu Changling praised him, "It's indeed Brother Qin! Fellow Daoist Qin is worthy of being the first disciple of Hongmeng Tiangong. He has received the true teachings of the Sword Immortal Jiang Palace Master. He is handsome and has extraordinary cultivation. He stands out among people like a crane among chickens! It's really refreshing and unforgettable!"
Qin Yan was silent for a moment, and finally said: "You should write."
"Words cannot fully express my admiration for you!"
“No need to express, writing is enough.”
"No, let me say more!"
Qin Yan stopped talking. His face was expressionless and he showed complete disbelief.
Fu Changling also realized that his acting was exaggerated. He coughed lightly, changed the subject, and tentatively asked, "You came to Shangguan Villa this time for a mission, right?"
Before Qin Yan could answer, Shangguan Yuan shouted happily, "We're here!"
The two men looked up and saw a vermilion-mottled gate in front of them. The gate was made of wood, and there were two stone lions standing beside it. Each stone lion had a lotus lantern on its head. The light of the lotus lantern and the vermilion beside it gave the whole environment a strange feeling of encountering a tavern in the wilderness.
Shangguan Yuan lifted his clothes and knelt on the ground, kowtowed towards the gate, and said in a panic: "Grandfather, Yuehua is back, please save my grandson."
"Yuehua is back?"
An old man's hoarse voice came from behind the door. When Fu Changling heard the voice, he realized something was wrong. Qin Yan also obviously felt something strange and raised his hand to the sword.
"Don't be afraid, Yuan'er." The vermilion gate rumbled open. It seemed like it hadn't been opened for a long time, and dust was flying everywhere. Shangguan Hong's voice seemed close at hand, full of kindness. "I will not abandon you."
"Thank you, ancestor! Thank you, ancestor!"
Shangguan Yuan began to kowtow, seemingly expressing his gratitude. As the dust slowly settled, a withered hand darted out from the room, its fingers piercing Shangguan Yuan's head. Shangguan Yuan cried out in horror, and then his entire body seemed to be sucked onto the hand, which grasped his head and slowly lifted him up.
Shangguan Yuan was struggling to pull Shangguan Hong away, but he was completely unable to control the flow of spiritual energy from his body towards Shangguan Hong. He could not shake Shangguan Hong at all, and all his struggles became meaningless.
"But if you want my help," Fu Changling and Qin Yan looked at the old man in the room. The old man raised his head, and a wicked smile appeared on his thin face. "You'll have to pay a price."
Fu Changling and Qin Yan didn't say anything, they just looked ahead in silence.
Behind the vermilion door is a circular hall. On the floor of the hall are strange array patterns, which are filled with blood and spread all the way to the end of the room.
At the far end of the room, a young girl was pinned to the wall by long spikes. She bore a resemblance to Shangguan Yuemin, but wore a waist-baring golden gauze dress, a style unique to Western races. The spikes held her beautiful face in place, forcing her to face left. She lifted her left foot, curled her toes, and extended one hand to the left while the other, wrapping around her head, also extended to the left. The spikes pierced her forehead, neck, and every joint in her hands and feet. Blood soaked her clothes, dripping down her body into the lines of the formation.
There were bloody handprints on her side, mixed with scratches, which seemed to be the traces left by someone struggling in extreme pain. Those scratches and handprints densely filled the entire room, mixed with the word "help" scribbled in cursive handwriting, making the whole room appear suffocatingly desperate and terrifying.
Shangguan Hong was in the very center of the room. He was lying on all fours like an animal. At this moment, one of his hands was raised, and that hand was extended across half the room, with his fingers inserted into Shangguan Yuan's head.
He was absorbing Shangguan Yuan's spiritual energy, and the technique he was practicing...
Fu Changling slowed down the fan that was tapping on his shoulder - this was the method used by the people in the Yeyu Prison whom he hated the most back then.
However, the Karma Prison technique was more sophisticated, absorbing spiritual energy without the need for spiritual roots, and the degree of spiritual energy absorption was also stronger and more thorough. Shangguan Hong's technique, on the other hand, was more like a preliminary prototype of the Karma Prison technique, with a very large limit on the spiritual energy it could absorb.
But no matter what, Fu Changling felt a headache when he encountered things related to the Karma Prison.
He couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his face and complained: "This is too ugly."
"I don't think he is a Jindan."
Qin Yan made an objective assessment. Fu Changling looked up and sighed, "It's obvious that he's a hideously ugly Nascent Soul. It's a shame that this Nascent Soul is just a fake one. It's a Nascent Soul, but the Heavenly Dao refuses to acknowledge it, and even the thunder tribulation isn't willing to befall it. So now it's still such an ugly thing. It's truly pathetic, pitiful, and lamentable."
"You two," Shangguan Hong turned his head and narrowed his eyes, "are you tired of living?"
"Senior Shangguan," Fu Changling said sincerely upon hearing this, "We are young and outspoken, please don't be offended. It's almost midnight now, and it's getting late. How about this, we take our leave today and come back another day?"
"Now that you're here," Shangguan Hong grinned, "how can I let you go?"
"It seems that Senior Shangguan is very lonely," Fu Changling sighed, then looked at Qin Yan and said sincerely, "Fellow Daoist Qin, you and Senior Shangguan should have a cup of tea. I'm leaving first!"
After saying that, Fu Changling pushed Qin Yan forward, turned around and ran in the direction he came from.
Shangguan Hong's hand immediately extended, grabbing towards Fu Changling, but Qin Yan's sword was faster. He slashed at Shangguan Hong with one blow, forcing Shangguan Hong's hand to deviate. Fu Changling took this opportunity to run away and disappeared. Qin Yan frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned his attention to Shangguan Hong.
"Who taught you this technique?"
He spoke coldly, and Shangguan Hong laughed heartily: "You ignorant child, you still care about these things when you are about to die? Wait until you survive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless hands suddenly sprouted from Shangguan Hong's body and rushed towards Qin Yan. At the same time, the ground suddenly lit up, and thousands of red lights burst out from the ground like swords. Qin Yan pointed his toes and raised his sword to slash at Shangguan Hong!
They both moved very quickly. The entire space was filled with Shangguan Hong's hands, which shone with a strange light. As long as they touched that light, spiritual energy would be immediately absorbed by him. It was better to say that he was being chased by Shangguan Hong than to say that he was fighting with him.
He moved with some difficulty, moving in the direction Fu Changling was running. Fu Changling was running frantically in the corridor, drawing his own teleportation array as he ran.
Faster, faster.
It’s just a little bit more, as long as he finishes the painting, he can leave this damn place!
He didn't care whether Qin Yan had wiped out the Shangguan family, nor did he want to care where Shangguan Hong's martial arts came from. He was just a small foundation-building stage, and now his biggest goal was only one - to save his life and evacuate quickly!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
He looked at the formation hanging in the air, moving his fingers rapidly as he ran.
Just as the formation was about to take shape, he suddenly heard a woman's gentle voice calling out, "Master Fu."
Fu Changling's hand froze. He looked up and saw Madam Shangguan. She was holding a lantern in her hand and her whole body was shrouded in black fog. Her eyes had turned completely blood red and blood-red tears hung on her cheeks. She had a kind of delicate and gorgeous strange beauty.
She looked at Fu Changling and said gently, "Mr. Fu, you are here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black aura roared towards Fu Changling with a sharp cry. Fu Changling's breath was choked, and he turned around and ran towards Qin Yan, screaming miserably: "Qin Yan! Help!!"
Fu Changling shouted and cast spells frantically. The black fog was much more ferocious than when he first saw it. Fu Changling's spells could only slightly hinder it.
He didn't care whether Qin Yan was an enemy or a friend, he could only grab the only hope and rush towards Qin Yan.
"Qin Yan! Brother Qin! Uncle Qin!"
Fu Changling yelled as he ran towards Qin Yan, seeing from afar the confrontation between Qin Yan and Shangguan Hong. Qin Yan, despite his swift movements, remained dodging, not daring to touch Shangguan Hong. Fu Changling had witnessed this scene countless times in his previous life, confronting the demonic cultivators from the Hell of Karma. Back then, the cultivators of the Yunze Immortal Path were always left helpless in the face of these demonic cultivators.
He began to doubt his judgment for a moment. Perhaps Qin Yan at this time really had nothing to do with Karma Prison, and the sword intent of the Pillow Snow Sword was found in the Shangguan family ruins for other reasons.
If that's the case...
His heart trembled slightly, and before he had time to think about it, he subconsciously shouted: "Split the golden pill!"
Qin Yan looked up suddenly and saw Fu Changling throwing a spell at him. The spell was drawn a little roughly, but Qin Yan's eyes widened the moment he saw it.
The spell hit Shangguan Hong, and Shangguan Hong's body paused slightly. Although Qin Yan had something in mind, he moved quickly. The moment Shangguan Hong's movement revealed a flaw, he turned into a ray of light, and the long sword suddenly pierced into Shangguan Hong's lower abdomen and poured into the golden elixir.
Then Qin Yan turned the sword in his hand, and heard Shangguan Hong scream. At this time, Fu Changling was only one step away from him, and he simply jumped up and pounced on him.
Qin Yan stretched out his hand and pulled him behind him, then turned around and swung his sword across the black air.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor." Qin Yan's sword energy carried the black mist, and his voice was flat. "Shangguan Hong, you took your own life. Your affairs have nothing to do with us."
Qin Yan's words made sense, but the other man had clearly lost his mind and rushed towards him, roaring. Fu Changling was puzzled. Logically, with Shangguan Hong dead, Wushi Luo shouldn't be so out of control. But why was Wushi Luo still so furious after they had already killed Shangguan Hong? Could it be that Shangguan Hong wasn't Wushi Luo's true enemy?
But Fu Changling didn't have time to think so much, and he quickly drew the formation.
Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Qin Yan's sword light suddenly increased, and he pushed the long sword in front of him. A Tai Chi diagram suddenly rotated and unfolded, fighting against Wu Shi Luo who was rushing towards him.
Fu Changling was protected by him while he drew the final stroke of the teleportation array behind him. The teleportation array rotated and lit up on the ground. The thick black fog mixed with the force of destruction rushed towards Qin Yan's sword. The blue sword energy and the thick black fog collided with each other. Fu Changling looked back at Qin Yan.
His heart trembled slightly, but he suppressed the emotion.
He had experienced this emotion many times, but he stopped himself every time, and this time was no exception.
He won't die.
Fu Changling glanced at Wushiluo, who was fighting against Qin Yan, and his mind quickly made up. As long as he left, Qin Yan would have no other choice. Even if he couldn't kill Wushiluo, he could still run away.
After separating from Qin Yan, he immediately went to find his father. In this way, he was completely safe.
After all, whether Qin Yan was a friend or foe remained unknown. Even though Qin Yan's current actions clearly indicated he was on his side, Fu Changling's memory of Qin Yan's involvement with the Prison of Destiny in his previous life made him unable to fully trust him. The Shangguan family's current situation bore traces of the Prison of Destiny's handiwork, and Qin Yan was single-mindedly targeting him; he absolutely could not stay with Qin Yan.
If Qin Yan is a good person and comes to protect him, it won’t have much impact if he doesn’t stay with Qin Yan. After all, he can protect himself.
But if Qin Yan is a bad person and comes to take his life or do something else, then it would be better for him to separate from Qin Yan as soon as possible.
Fu Changling made up his mind and without hesitation, while Qin Yan and Shangguan Yuehua were fighting, he stepped into the teleportation array.
The moment he landed in the teleportation array, he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind him that made his scalp tingle: "Fu Changling!"
The author has something to say:
Qin Yan: Why do you always like to call me 'brother'?
Fu Changling: Because I am just a younger brother now. Wait until I pass the tribulation and you will see what I will call you.
Today I told my friend that I realized that so far, I seemed to have written a gigolo who was completely useless except for his ability to flirt with women and get close to them.
My friend said: "It's not as if, it's the truth. Isn't what you wrote the story of a tough-minded shou x a gigolo gong?"
I:……
No...it's not like that, Changling is very strong!
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