Fang Shuang trembled upon seeing this, seemingly also fearing the white flames. The black flames that had been wrapped around the black blade were extinguished upon seeing the flames.
Chapter Forty-Nine: Anger
Fang Shuang seemed somewhat angry, but feeling the peach wood sword on the other side under her grandfather's guidance, she was even more frightened. She had already succeeded more than halfway and absolutely could not make a mistake like this.
Fang Shuang seemed to have made a decision, so he threw away the black knife and punched Shui Yanling, whose body was burning.
He already knew what Shui Yanling was up to. She was burning her life essence. He also recognized this white flame; it was something that could only be produced by burning one's essence. Whether it was a human, a ghost, or anything else, as long as it came into contact with even a tiny bit, it would be drawn to him.
This flame only burns the source; no matter how powerful you are, once your soul's source is damaged, you will die.
This was to stop him at the cost of his life, which is why he was furious. You must know that if the soul essence of such a thousand-year-old vengeful ghost were to become his nourishment, it would be an absolutely superb tonic.
But he had no choice. The array drawn by the old man next to him made him uneasy, so he could only withstand the flames and kill the woman before they were fully ignited.
Although the flame directly burns the source, he is currently in the same body as Fang Shuang. As long as the white flame is guided into Fang Shuang's soul, he can kill two birds with one stone.
That's why it felt it was taking the risk. Shui Yanling was trapped there, and that ball of white flame was almost completely burning. At that point, there would really be no way to stop it.
Fang Shuang's jet-black fist was like a mountain, already exerting immense pressure on Shui Yanling even before it struck her.
However, Shui Yanling was not afraid at all. She was willing to do anything to save Fang Shuang.
As death drew ever closer, Shui Yanling remained remarkably calm, simply gazing quietly at Fang Shuang before her, then smiling sadly.
Suddenly, when the fist was only a hair's breadth away from Shui Yanling, it stopped abruptly. The force of the punch directly blew Shui Yanling's hair and scattered the white flames.
Shui Yanling looked somewhat puzzled, because no one seemed to have stopped him; it was as if he had stopped on his own.
Fang Shuang remained frozen in place, not moving an inch. Even the black ink spreading from his body to the mantra stopped, leaving only a small piece of the mantra on his neck.
Shui Yanling looked at Fang Shuang with some worry. She had a feeling that it was him, that Fang Shuang had returned, that the real Fang Shuang had returned.
Suddenly, the mask on "Fang Shuang's" face broke open from the middle, revealing a dark face underneath. Shui Yanling clearly saw a tear roll down from those dark, hollow eyes.
At this moment, a complete sun stands in the eastern sky, and the sun shines brightly everywhere. But for some reason, my grandfather's house, which is usually on the shady side, is now being directly illuminated by the sun.
A wisp of purple light flew from the eastern land to the western land, a blessing from the sun upon the earth.
Inside the house, just as Shui Yanling saw the tears in Fang Shuang's eyes, the last remaining talisman on Fang Shuang's neck suddenly shone brightly. In the darkness, a young man dressed in Taoist robes and wearing a lotus crown appeared. It was unclear what he said, but he looked at Fang Shuang's motionless figure and Shui Yanling, who was burning her source energy, then chuckled and gradually disappeared.
She seemed to glance at her grandfather before disappearing, but Shui Yanling naturally didn't notice. As the man disappeared, the mantra talisman also vanished from Fang Shuang's neck.
As the man disappeared, a wisp of purple mist that had been flowing from east to west suddenly dissipated and fell directly from the roof of Grandpa's house, landing on Fang Shuang and Shui Yanling.
Auspicious purple clouds rise from the east, bestowing blessings upon the earth.
Looking at the purple aura enveloping her, Shui Yanling was somewhat puzzled, but she quickly became happy. Under the protection of the purple aura, the white flame that was burning its source energy melted away like ice and snow. Moreover, with the blessing of the purple aura, the melted white flame actually began to nourish itself.
Shui Yanling was incredibly excited to feel that the original essence within her body, which had been burned away, had returned.
But she didn't have time to look too closely, because Fang Shuang was still standing there motionless. She firmly believed that Fang Shuang must have woken up, otherwise it wouldn't have stopped. At this moment, she was even a little moved.
Just then, Grandpa also stopped what he was doing and gently beckoned with one hand.
The peach wood sword flew back into his hand. At this moment, Grandpa was pale and covered in sweat, but a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Without much delay, Grandpa slung the peach wood sword over his back, turned around, pointed with one hand, and instantly a formation appeared in front of him, floating in the air.
This formation was incredibly profound, emitting a blood-red light that instantly illuminated the entire world.
There was a groove in the center of the formation, as if something needed to be placed inside.
Grandpa quickly took out a jade pendant from his bag; it was the very same jade pendant that Grandpa had taken to the mountain to have repaired.
Although the jade pendant is in better condition than before, it has not returned to its original state. There are still many cracks of various sizes on it, but it is not as badly broken, and it looks more crystal clear.
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