Shen Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the left, only to see Ling Wangqing, who was dressed in a cold and solemn manner, sitting in a meditation posture steadily, without moving.
"Hey... Young Master? Can you also attract green balls to practice?"
She stretched her neck and asked quietly. Seeing that he remained sitting there without any reaction, she gave up the idea of chatting and said hello to him: "Those green balls, I don't see you absorb them, why don't you give them to me? Hey~ Can you hear me, sir?"
Ling Wangqing stood still.
Shen Wuyou: "Then I'll take it as your consent~"
Ling Wangqing didn't react at all.
Shen Wuyou:...Okay, just take it as your consent.
After all, I'm trapped by your side and can't leave. With you around, all the green balls I attracted ended up going to you for some reason. At worst, we can each have half...
So Shen Wuyou closed his eyes again without any psychological burden, quietly waiting for more and more green balls to appear, and then catch them.
The time spent in cultivation always passed quickly. When she opened her eyes again, she had risen two levels and reached the sixth level of the Yellow Rank. If she asked herself honestly, her cultivation process was indeed too smooth. However, in comparison, it was still mediocre.
Fortunately, her spiritual power is abundant, the volume of spiritual liquid that can be stored in her dantian has greatly increased, and her mental power seems to have expanded, so she can learn new skills!
Just when he was about to happily take out the secret book to practice, Ling Wangqing suddenly woke up, opened his eyes abruptly, and shot a cold gaze straight at Shen Wuyou who was taking out the book.
The latter couldn't help but be stunned, and then laughed awkwardly, whispering: "Well, I just used the secret book to practice a few formations. After all, I am too weak, and I am afraid of holding you back..."
As she spoke, she took out the "Record of Demonic Formations" that Bai Yumo had given her and placed it in front of him, showing it to him openly.
Ling Wangqing just glanced at him lightly, then turned his head away without any reaction.
Shen Wuyou: “…” Will you die if I say something comforting?
With an extremely depressed mood, she opened the tattered ancient book, trying to find out if there was any way to strengthen the teleportation array. However, after flipping through the entire book, she could not find any words about the teleportation array except on the first page.
Thinking about the teleportation array's properties of deviating from its trajectory if disturbed or damaged, and how it had to deviate to the big boss who could kill her with just one hand, she felt her scalp tingle and she had no desire to live...
Feeling disappointed, I looked at other magic circles and finally found one that interested me... The Soul-Separation Circle?
What the hell is this?
Is this something a good citizen with good moral character like her can see?
Shen Wuyou, filled with critical thoughts, immediately turned to that page and began to study it seriously...
Unconsciously, she was immersed in reading until she felt a tug at her waist. She looked up and found that Ling Wangqing had walked out of the room without her knowing it...
Shen Wuyou: “???” Aren’t you monitoring me? I’m still here, and you’ve already left?
She really wanted to stay in the room and sit or lie down like this, but the force on her waist was getting stronger and stronger, which meant that the distance between her and him was getting farther and farther. Not knowing what would happen after exceeding the distance limit, Shen Wuyou timidly put the notebook back into the storage ring and followed the direction of the phantom lock on her waist to track Ling Wangqing's whereabouts.
Sigh... who is watching whom?
Why would I, a person under surveillance, have to travel so far?
Shen Wuyou was running wildly on the road and wanted to curse in her heart. The force on her waist was getting tighter and tighter, causing her back pain. She even suspected that the result of exceeding the limit would be being strangled in half by this seemingly cool and harmless Phantom Lock!
It's just horrible...
Oh, oh, oh...
Shen Wuyou, still feeling aggrieved, wiped away her nonexistent tears. As they drew closer, she could faintly hear the clanging of weapons. It seemed to be quite intense.
Sensing danger, Shen Wuyou hurriedly slowed down, crouched behind a big tree, and showed a pair of eyes to observe everything in front of her. It would be fine if she didn't look, but when she looked, she was frightened. She was almost stunned by Ling Wangqing's neat and handsome heroic figure!
Under the moonlight, amidst the shady trees, a crescent-shaped figure was seen weaving and weaving among several dark shadows in a fierce battle. Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, Shen Wuyou could clearly see that the handsome figure was holding a cold silver sword in his hand. The blade was extremely thin yet extremely sharp, clear and transparent, and shimmering with light.
The strange thing was that the sword was surrounded by a layer of burning blue flames. Although the sword's sharp edge cut through the sky, there was no sign of it fading away. Moreover, the blue flames fell on the enemy's wounds as the sword attacked, making a sizzling sound...
The opponents were six men in black clothes with strange attire. They were too big to be ordinary people. Each of them held a short-handled scimitar with black air coming out of the blade. Every move they made was full of murderous intent and they attacked crazily without leaving any room for maneuver.
Yet, despite being surrounded, Ling Wangqing was still able to handle the situation with ease, his blade striking with ease, each time hitting the target. Strangely, the blades met, but no blood was seen. Instead, the wound sizzled with a few wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air, never to be seen again.
Shen Wuyou was shocked, his whole body was surrounded by evil spirit, his body was huge and not like an ordinary person, his wounds did not bleed but emitted black smoke, could this... be a demon?
Aren't the demons supposed to be very low-key? How come they've even reached the edge of Juancheng now? Are they secretly stirring up trouble and sparking a war?
Ordinary people suffer so much...
While Shen Wuyou was worried about the harm to the people, Ling Wangqing had already swung out the last sword. With a "swoosh" sound, the hilt of the sword was raised, the blade turned, and the next moment it was directly sheathed. The movement was clean and neat, without any delay, and very beautiful.
Hearing this sound, Shen Wuyou suddenly came back to his senses, but suddenly felt a chill on his spine, and a creepy sense of threat suddenly hit him. Shen Wuyou trembled at the chill, then trotted to the cold-faced Yama King and whispered:
"Are these the people who caused the rebellion? Are they demons?"
Ling Wangqing did not answer. His eyes were cold and indifferent. He looked up at the sky, as if to check if there was anything unusual around him. His pupils moved slightly, taking in the surrounding situation. His expression was serious, without any warmth, and he looked unfathomable.
At least, that's what Shen Wuyou thought. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the boss was so awesome that he was so domineering even when inspecting a site, making people shiver with cold.
How could she know that at this moment Ling Wangqing was just making sure that no one else would appear around so that he could kill the demons in front of him. It just so happened that those demons came to cause trouble and left behind the breath of demons, so he could get rid of them all.
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