Chapter 145 Chapter 147
"Junior sister, thank you so much! This thing is really good!" Mo Yu's face flushed with excitement, and he kept rubbing his hands together, his heart beaming with joy.
He was filled with joy and wanted to put this extremely small Qiankun House into his storage ring, so he raised his right hand and touched his finger.
This touch made his face change drastically, and he screamed in shock: "Oh no! My storage magic weapon is gone! That witch must have taken it!"
Mo Yu's heart suddenly tightened and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He quickly closed his eyes, calmed down, and carefully sensed the situation in his dantian.
Fortunately, after some investigation, he found that his natal sword was safe and sound there.
Gu Shihan heard Mo Yu's exclamation and thought about the things he had collected from Bai Ling.
With a wave of his hand, he took out more than a dozen storage tools of various shapes, most of which were small and exquisite storage rings, emitting a faint spiritual light; only two were storage bracelets, and the surface of the bracelets were engraved with complex and mysterious runes.
Gu Shihan carefully examined these storage instruments with his sharp eyes, not missing any details.
After some screening, seven storage rings that still retained clear marks of spiritual consciousness were successfully selected.
Based on experience, these seven storage rings are most likely the storage magic weapons belonging to Mo Yu and the male cultivators who are still unconscious.
You know, the magic weapons in the world of immortal cultivation can all recognize their masters, and the same is true for storage magic weapons. The magic weapons recognized by the cultivators have a close connection with their masters.
When the master dies, the mark of his spiritual consciousness left on the magic weapon will quickly dissipate, making the magic weapon ownerless.
As long as the master still has a breath of life left, the mark of his spiritual consciousness left on the magic weapon will still exist.
Gu Shihan smiled and looked at Mo Yu, and said softly: "Brother, quickly check if there is any storage magic weapon belonging to you in here. I got these from Bai Ling, and the spiritual marks on these are still there."
Mo Yu felt relieved when he heard that. He quickly walked forward and began to carefully examine the storage rings.
After a while, he picked out two storage rings, one large and one small, and said happily, "Great, Junior Sister, these are mine! Everything inside is still there, thank you so much!"
Another day passed quietly, and several male cultivators who had been in a coma for a long time finally woke up one after another.
As soon as they opened their eyes, they immediately felt waves of discomfort in their bodies, as if every inch of their muscles and bones were clamoring, and there was a dull, aching feeling of weakness.
This kind of powerless pain made their faces instantly become extremely ugly, pale as paper, and bloodless.
When they gradually adapted to the surrounding environment and saw Mo Yu and Gu Shihan standing in front of them, a feeling of gratitude suddenly surged in their hearts.
Their minds were as clear as a mirror, and they knew it must be these two people who came to their aid in time.
They have long known that they are at the end of their rope and are powerless even to understand their own fate.
There is only one possibility for me to wake up, that is, I was rescued by someone. Otherwise, I would probably have become a cold corpse at this moment.
Recalling the scene when Mo Yu was sent here, they still remember it vividly.
At that time, Mo Yu was barely breathing and on the verge of death, as if a gust of wind could easily extinguish the last flame of his life.
The person who brought Mo Yu to them was Bai Ling, the woman that everyone feared and hated.
One of the men held on and broke the silence first, saying, "Thank you for saving our lives, both heroes! Without your help, we would have died long ago. I just wonder what the current situation of the extremely vicious witch Bai Ling is like?"
Although his voice sounded very weak, like a candle in the wind that would go out at any moment, the hatred he expressed towards the witch did not diminish in the slightest, but instead became even stronger.
Hearing this, Gu Shihan's face was as calm as water, and he responded calmly: "Bai Ling is dead."
These few simple words hit the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.
"Dead? Is he really dead? Hahahahaha..." A burst of wild laughter suddenly rang out. The sound was sharp and piercing, carrying with it endless pleasure and relief.
I saw a young male cultivator, his body trembling slightly, and the expression on his face seemed a little distorted due to extreme excitement.
His eyes were wide open, his eye sockets were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out, and there was a madness flashing in his eyes, as if he was going to completely lose his mind in the next second and fall into a desperate situation of obsession.
Seeing this, Mo Yu flashed forward and waved his right hand. A stream of clear energy shot into the man's brow like a stream of spring water.
He said coldly, "Fellow Daoist, it has already happened, please calm down. Bai Ling is an evil cultivator who has committed many evil deeds. She is only seeking her own destruction by doing this. Now, she has died, and everything is over."
However, the male cultivator seemed to have not heard anything and just kept mumbling to himself. Bean-sized tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes and flowing down his cheeks.
"I regret it so much! Junior sister was such a kind and innocent person, but she died tragically at the hands of Bai Ling, that vicious witch, because she saved me. And what about me? I am so cowardly and incompetent. Not only did I fail to protect Junior sister, but I was also humiliated by that witch and have been living in shame until now. I am guilty, I am already unclean. For a dirty person like me, what hope is there to continue living? What is the meaning?"
By the end of his speech, the male cultivator's voice was already filled with a hint of despair and helplessness, which made people feel very sad.
Gu Shihan's face was as gloomy as water, and his cold words seemed to freeze the air: "How can it be boring? Bai Ling is an evil cultivator. Aren't there many evil cultivators like him in the spirit world now? After you recover, why don't you go and find trouble with those evil cultivators and avenge this blood feud?"
As she spoke, her beautiful eyes briefly glanced at the people in front of her.
Then, she stretched out a slender jade hand calmly and slowly handed several storage magic tools emitting faint spiritual light to everyone.
At this time, Gu Shihan's voice became soft and slow, with the effect of soothing the soul. This was the first time she used the soul to suggest skills.
Her voice was like a spring breeze: "My fellow Taoists, these must be your storage magic weapons. The marks of your spiritual consciousness are still there. Take them back, take good care of your bodies, and strive to recover as soon as possible."
It was not known if it was Gu Shihan's spiritual suggestion that took effect, but the monks who had originally looked listless and had low breath, now had a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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