Li Lingge's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heartbeat vibrated violently in his chest like a drum.
His body was tightly bound and he could not move. He could only watch the tip of the pen in Zhao Feiyan's hand move across his abdomen, bringing waves of icy and piercing touch.
The tip of the pen seemed to have some strange power. Every time it passed across his skin, he felt a chill that penetrated deep into his bones.
“Woo!”
He struggled desperately, making inarticulate sounds in his throat, trying to break free from the restraints.
However, no matter how he twisted his body, he could not escape the invisible shackles.
Zhao Feiyan seemed to be indifferent to his struggle, and the corners of her lips rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
The tip of the pen drew the final stroke on Li Lingge's abdomen. She gently raised her hand, put the pen to her lips, and made a gesture of silence.
"Soon you will accept me as your master and become a medicine man."
Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from Li Lingge's forehead, and a strong sense of fear surged in his heart.
He had heard of the legend of the "medicine man", which was an extremely vicious curse. The person who was cast would completely lose his self-awareness and become a puppet of the caster, at his mercy.
The word "recognize the master" made him feel despair - it meant that he would never be able to escape Zhao Feiyan's control.
His greatest reliance was his mental power and Shangguan Yourong's formation, but now Zhao Feiyan separated him and Shangguan Yourong.
"Why?"
He finally squeezed out three complete words from his throat, his voice hoarse and trembling.
Once he became Zhao Feiyan's puppet, no one in the entire Yueying Sect would be Zhao Feiyan's opponent.
Not only was there no one who could avenge him, but more importantly, he had just offended the Sword Sect and the Taoist Sect.
Without his spiritual power, how can Shangguan Yourong and others resist the two hidden immortal sects?
"Why?"
Zhao Feiyan chuckled, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes.
"I am the number one alchemist in the Four Imperial Immortal Realms. No one can take away this honor from me!"
It was not until this moment that Li Lingge realized that Zhao Feiyan had this idea simply because his alchemy skills were superior to hers.
As long as he is controlled, the other party will have a free immortal-grade alchemist.
Zhao Feiyan continued to speak to herself.
"From the moment you stepped into Piaomiao Palace, your fate was sealed."
Staring at Li Lingge's handsome face with a horrified expression, Zhao Feiyan leaned close to his ear and whispered.
"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy."
Her voice was as soft as a feather, yet it carried an irresistible magic.
Li Lingge's breathing was rapid and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He tried to break free, but found himself completely powerless, as if being firmly suppressed by an invisible force.
Zhao Feiyan lightly touched her lips with her red pen, leaving a trace of crimson, which looked particularly dazzling in the dim light.
Then, she formed seals with her hands, and her slender fingers drew complex trajectories in the air. Her eyes emitted a strange pink light and looked directly into Li Lingge's starry eyes.
Li Lingge's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instantly felt as if he had established some kind of strange connection with Zhao Feiyan.
It was an indescribable feeling, as if there were invisible threads on her body, and the ends of those threads were in Zhao Feiyan's hands.
He knew very well that he had to do something, otherwise there would be no hope.
His mind raced, trying to find a way to break the spell, but Zhao Feiyan's power seemed to have penetrated every inch of his skin, even every nerve.
He watched Zhao Feiyan's face turn red and her breathing become rapid, as if she was enjoying some indescribable wonderful feeling.
Li Lingge felt more and more uneasy, as if an invisible hand was slowly tightening around his throat.
"don't want!"
He uttered something incoherently, his voice hoarse and weak.
Because he struggled too hard, all the muscles in his body were shaking, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they would break at any time.
However, the more he struggled, the more sickly the expression on Zhao Feiyan's face became, and her eyes flashed with an increasingly crazy light.
"Prepare to greet your master."
Li Lingge looked down and saw that the inscription had begun to emit a faint red light and was slowly wriggling as if it had life.
His heart sank as he realized the spell was taking effect.
"No!"
Li Lingge shook his head desperately, trying to use his last bit of strength to break free from the restraints, but the red light became brighter and brighter, gradually spreading to his entire body.
His consciousness began to blur and the scene before his eyes became distorted.
Consciousness gradually sank into darkness, as if the final struggle had become powerless.
His body completely relaxed, and the last bit of light in his eyes was about to disappear, like a body without a soul.
Just when he was about to completely lose himself, a cold light suddenly flashed through his mind.
That was the flowing pattern of the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Array when he lent his mental power to Shangguan Yourong time and time again.
With this in mind, he suddenly formed the formation formula with his restrained hands.
Li Lingge quickly made hand gestures with his hands, his fingertips flashed with spiritual light, and mysterious runes appeared around him.
As he moved, the spiritual energy in the air began to fluctuate violently.
The stars move and the world turns upside down!
Li Lingge shouted softly, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.
The light spread rapidly, forming a complex array pattern, with runes intertwined and spiritual light flowing, as if it had absorbed all the power of heaven and earth.
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