Chapter 66 The Stubborn Woman's Lament (Sixteen) This Madman
The shattered mirror fell like frost.
Chu Yue clasped his hands together, looked up from the mess, and frowned slightly: "Nonsense! The Demon-Locking Talisman uses the sorcerer's life as its catalyst. How can it be broken so easily?"
Song Qiling glanced sideways and saw that his clothes were intact and his hair was not disheveled. He still had that dignified and gentle appearance, as if the chaos around him had nothing to do with him. An inexplicable fire suddenly rose in her heart: "Although the vengeful woman's demonic power is strong, her strength is far below yours. Even if the talisman is broken and backfires, it will not harm you in the slightest. How can you not break it?"
She pointed into the distance, "Besides, Uncle Nie is still in her hands. Do you really not care whether he lives or dies?"
When Nie Fengxi was mentioned, Chu Yue scoffed and said nonchalantly, "Demon hunters and demons are inherently opposed to each other. Besides, she provoked me first. Subduing her today is considered acting on behalf of Heaven. Nie Fengxi is an ally of demons, and her death is not a pity."
Upon hearing this, Gu Lianzhou, who was standing to the side, quickly interrupted, "Sect Leader Chu, what makes you say such a thing? My master has never done anything immoral or immoral, so why should he die?"
"Oh?" Chu Yue seemed to have heard something interesting, a mocking smile curving his lips. "So you're Nie Fengxi's disciple from outside?"
He casually turned his gaze, his eyes sweeping over the mangled body of the mirror figure not far away, his tone suddenly turning cold, "Didn't he tell you about his affair with the vengeful woman?"
Gu Lianzhou's breath hitched, and his hands, hidden in his sleeves, slowly clenched.
Before he could even speak, his senior brother beside him shouted sternly, "Chu Yue, is human life so cheap in your eyes? Do you really have no regard for our past camaraderie?"
Chu Yue scoffed upon hearing this: "He has long since betrayed his sect and has no connection with me whatsoever. What affection could there be?"
Having said that, he ignored Song Qiling, closed his eyes, and began chanting a spell to himself.
That madman.
Song Qiling didn't know why he would make trouble at this critical moment, but she felt that there must be something fishy about it. However, the timing was not right, so she couldn't investigate it carefully. She was very agitated.
The shattered lens reformed, coalescing like flowing mercury into three sharp arms, their serrated edges even more razor-sharp and terrifying than before.
As the air surged, the mirror giant lunged at them again.
Song Qiling clasped her hands together, quickly formed a Dao seal, and threw it into the air, thus casting a protective spell on the mirror demon.
She crouched down and rolled backward to dodge the palm strike, then pulled Gu Lianzhou back with her.
Since we can't sway Chu Yue, we can at least delay him for a while. If we can cause him some trouble, that would be even better.
“Disciple, you are too indecisive.” Chu Yue assumed that Song Qiling was soft-hearted. He sighed softly, then his fingers flew as he looked up and met the mirror demon’s gaze. He silently mouthed the incantation to strangle the evil spirit.
With a loud "bang," a powerful shockwave erupted from Chu Yue's center, scattering the shattered mirror into a sky full of stars that instantly filled the illusory space.
Sensing the demonic energy rapidly dissipating, Gu Lianzhou's pupils contracted slightly, and his voice trembled as he said, "Senior brother, the illusion... is about to collapse."
The implications of the collapse of illusion are self-evident.
The wind made Song Qiling squint, and through gritted teeth, she slowly uttered two blood-stained words: "Chu Yue!"
Although her protective talisman only mitigated the minor damage, it slowed Luo Qingyu's dissipation for a moment. Under Chu Yue's cold gaze, the demonic energy finally gave way, scattering like quicksand into countless points of light that fell to the ground.
From a secluded, unnoticed spot, the dodder swooped out like a fish, its tip splitting into several tentacles that curled up the light and disappeared into the shadows.
Chu Yue took out a golden bowl from a hidden pouch at his waist and gathered up all the remaining demonic energy until the bowl hummed and trembled. He then stood up and walked towards the two of them.
"To show mercy is to show weakness to the enemy." He didn't forget to impart his teachings, his words carrying a hint of admonition, "Do you really think you can persuade a demon to surrender with your silver tongue?"
His gaze swept over the bloodstains on her neck, and he raised his hand to touch them, only to see Song Qiling react quickly and dodge backward, her eyes filled with the expected disgust.
He smiled, a restrained and calm smile, "Don't be angry. The woman is quite devoted, protecting Nie Fengxi firmly without harming him in the slightest."
Song Qiling pinched her fingers and glared at him fiercely: "I never knew that Sect Leader Chu had become so domineering, cold-hearted and ruthless."
As the mirror chamber crumbled into dust and fell to the ground, she turned and grabbed Gu Lianzhou's elbow, saying without looking back, "Junior brother, let's go."
Watching the two of them walk alone in the light and shadow, Chu Yue's smile hadn't faded. His gaze lingered on Song Qiling's back, and after a moment, it swept over Gu Lianzhou's feet, a hint of interest appearing on his lips.
The air still lingered with the scent of a resentful woman.
That's really interesting.
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On the Murong family's grand competition field, the four people and the artifact spirit vanished into thin air.
Such an unbelievable thing happened right in front of everyone, so the head of the Murong family had to step forward to calm everyone down and forcefully keep the competition going.
Meanwhile, Yu Qi and Liu Dai below could no longer sit still.
They had previously fallen into the illusory realm along with the head of Wanxing Trading Company, so they naturally knew that the scene before them was extraordinary, especially since the four who had disappeared came from the same sect.
Therefore, Yu Qi took advantage of the chaos to push through the crowd, leaped up, and monopolized one side of the arena, not allowing anyone else to get a foothold. He turned around and looked at Murong Xiao below the stage, his eyebrows raised: "Everyone's gone, what's the point of the competition?"
Murong Xiao's face was ashamed. He thought to himself, what an unlucky day this was, to encounter such a bizarre and absurd scene. He stood there, hesitant, staring at his youngest son's burning gaze.
The next instant, a blinding rift appeared in mid-air, and three figures rolled out from it.
Song Qiling swayed and fell out of the distorted illusory rift, staggering and kneeling on the ground. Behind her, Gu Lianzhou called out a trembling "Master." She turned around in a panic and saw Nie Fengxi lying quietly on the vermilion arena, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
In a short while, a figure in a green robe stepped out of the void, extending a long, pale right hand to her, his voice gentle: "Disciple."
Song Qiling slowly raised her head, looking into the man's dark pupils, and a chill suddenly ran through her heart.
Her master, or at least nominally, she should call him "master." What kind of heart lies hidden beneath this virtuous and upright exterior?
Or is it that this person has no heart at all?
She shouldn't have embarrassed him in front of everyone, or at least she shouldn't have gone too far, since countless eyes were watching.
Therefore, she looked away, pushed herself up, and then nimbly jumped off the stage, nodding to the head of the Murong family: "There was an accident, but it has been resolved."
Upon hearing this, Murong Xiao's pupils brightened, and a smile spread across his face. He directed several strong servants to step forward and carry Nie Fengxi from the platform to the carriage to rest. Then, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd and said, "Please forgive me for the delay. The competition will continue."
Yu Qi stared blankly at the scene before him, scratching his head in bewilderment. Under his father's angry glare, he reluctantly left the arena, unwilling to continue watching the fight, and followed several servants to the carriage.
Nie Fengxi still showed no signs of waking up.
Gu Lianzhou knelt on the wooden floor, his tall figure huddled in the narrow carriage, looking rather pitiful as he took the wet handkerchief handed to him by his senior brother and folded it neatly.
My mind was in turmoil. Having witnessed Chu Yue's abilities before, I was certain that he was no ordinary person, just as my senior brother had said.
He was so young, like most scions of noble families, with a slightly immature face and jet-black hair that gave him an eerie air that belied his age.
Such a person, yet so ruthless in his methods, no wonder my senior brother is so wary of him.
Now, he has just killed a powerful demon right before his eyes, a woman... who had a close relationship with his master.
Gu Lianzhou's fingers trembled slightly as he placed the damp cloth on his master's forehead. His mind was buzzing, and his blood was rushing wildly.
He failed to stop the atrocity and didn't know how to face his master.
As if sensing his unease, Song Qiling hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to place on the back of his hand, patted it gently, and said softly, "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it too much."
Gu Lianzhou forced a smile, "Senior brother, I'm fine."
Seeing his forced smile, Song Qiling didn't know how to comfort him. After a moment of silence, she noticed a tear sliding down Nie Fengxi's tightly closed eye and disappearing into his graying temples, and her heart clenched.
"Uncle-Master," she called softly.
Upon hearing this, Gu Lianzhou held his breath and stared quietly at his master's face.
Nie Fengxi's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes, his light brown eyes fixed on the roof of the car.
Gu Lianzhou took a half step forward, leaned close to Nie Fengxi's ear, and whispered, "Master."
Those eyes finally came to life, turning to the side to look at Gu Lianzhou's magnified face, and the words that came out were breathtaking, "Where is Qingyu?"
Gu Lianzhou was like a traveler frozen in the dead of winter, trapped in place, his lips opening and closing, but unable to utter a sound.
“Uncle-Master.” Song Qiling clenched her knuckles and answered truthfully, “Senior Luo was hit by Chu Yue’s Demon-Locking Talisman, his demonic energy dissipated, and he was collected into the Golden Bowl.”
Upon hearing this, Nie Fengxi coughed violently. Because he was lying down, half of his body jolted violently, producing a dull echo. When his coughing subsided, his bloodshot eyes were already misty. "Where is Chu Yue...?"
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if a knife was scraping against his eardrums.
Song Qiling shook her head, her deliberately lowered tone revealing her exhaustion, "Uncle-Master, you should know that neither you nor I can defeat Chu Yue."
Nie Fengxi seemed not to hear, and forced himself to sit up, about to walk out of the carriage. Seeing this, Gu Lianzhou reacted quickly and blocked his master's way.
Nie Fengxi, who had just woken up, was already weak and could not withstand such great force. Caught off guard, he fell backward.
“Master, I…” Gu Lianzhou looked down at his feet, struggled in his heart for a while, and then decided to throw caution to the wind and say, “Senior Luo’s demonic energy has not completely disappeared. I secretly stored some away.”
Song Qiling wondered if she had misheard. She turned her head to look at Gu Lianzhou, not quite understanding what "preserving demonic energy" meant, and asked blankly, "Junior brother, what are you talking about?"
Nie Fengxi struggled to sit up, supporting himself on the soft couch beside him. He looked at Gu Lianzhou with a puzzled expression. Before he could speak, his disciple carefully scooped something up from the air and handed it to him, saying, "It's here."
Song Qiling: "..."
Junior brother, you'll do anything to appease your master!
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