7 I am a swordsman
A muffled sound came from under the hood: "Hmm."
The male protagonist nowadays is too easy to be fooled. Hua Lang shook his head in disbelief.
It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the innermost part of the prison tower. The first cell in front was holding the demon.
Hua Lang stretched his head to look. Wisps of spiritual chains snaked along the ground, interweaving into a sparse web that flickered like lightning. In a corner, the chains curved, and beneath that arc lay a creature resembling a rabbit, but half the size of a human. It tucked its head against the wall, its slightly curly fur tufts visible, revealing its long, furry ears.
Ever since Hua Lang beat her back to her original form last time, the demon has maintained this appearance until now.
Hua Lang pressed her hand on the mirror lock of the prison door, and spiritual energy overflowed from her hand. After a slight sound, the prison door opened automatically.
The messy spiritual threads on the ground twisted, and except for a few strands that suppressed the demon, the rest sank into the dark floor tiles.
"Hello."
Hua Lang and Xie Hanjing stood behind the demon.
The big curly rabbit remained motionless, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to her.
Hua Lang touched his chin and looked at the furry back of the autistic demon, as if he had thought of something.
She squatted down, took out the flute from her arms, and then - poked the demon with the tail of the flute. The cold flute body sank into the soft fur and touched a piece of elastic skin.
The demon immediately shuddered, and all the hair on its body rushed forward.
"Who?!" The demon turned his head with an angry look, but when he saw Hua Lang's face clearly, his expression immediately turned arrogant.
"Hmph, I get it. You've been poisoned by me, and now you want to ask me for the antidote, right? If you want the antidote, beg me~"
Hua Lang said nothing and poked her again.
Gurgling.
Poke it again.
Gurgling.
Then... a short furry paw pressed against the flute, and the slightly curly light yellow fur was trembling slightly in anger.
The demon was bound by the spiritual rope, and this action had exhausted all the demonic power she had painstakingly accumulated.
Her defense broke, "Stop poking! Aren't you here to get the antidote?"
"...I told you to stop poking! It's never going to stop, is it? You stinky Le Xiu, get your broken flute off my ass!"
Hua Lang looked like he didn't understand what you were saying and shook his head, "I'm not a Le cultivator. I'm a sword cultivator, formation cultivator, and talisman cultivator pretending to be a Le cultivator."
Blinking innocently again, Hua Lang said confidently, "So this is the only way I know how to use the flute."
After saying that, he poked it again.
Charm demon:?
The demon was annoyed by Hua Lang to the point of being intolerable, and suddenly transformed into a human form.
She was still wearing the black heavy lotus silk skirt, but it was slightly torn and burnt, revealing her smooth, fair skin.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she was bound to the ground by spiritual light, turning into a human form with a much longer neck. She turned her head and realized that there was someone standing behind Hua Lang.
The demon stretched out her arms towards Xie Hanjing and said in a mournful voice, "My Lord, save me~"
Xie Hanjing moved his feet to avoid her hand, unmoved. He gently took off his hood and revealed his face.
Mei Yao's arms froze in mid-air. She gritted her teeth, stared at Xie Hanjing's face, and said, "Why is it you?"
Hua Lang folded his arms, "Why can't it be him? You poisoned both of us."
The enchantress scoffed, "So what? It's his fault for not letting me sleep with him. If it weren't for him, how could I have been caught by you?"
Then he said firmly, "As for the antidote, forget it!"
He looks like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.
Seeing this, Hua Lang took out his storage ring calmly.
Just now, Ming Jinshu and Gong Huaqiu were afraid that she couldn't handle it, so they stuffed a lot of good things into her mouth, not worrying that they couldn't pry open her mouth.
Hua Lang sighed, thinking that his senior sisters and brothers were more thoughtful.
Hua Lang searched for the following items that carried Ming Jinshu's spiritual energy: a mace, a meteor hammer, and a bunch of hideously-looking weeds;
The items in Gong Huaqiu are as follows: a bowl of extremely smelly medicinal soup, a bowl of extremely bitter medicinal soup, and a bowl of medicinal soup filled with insect legs floating on it.
No more?
It’s gone!
Hua Lang: ...
You shouldn't have any hope for them.
The demon lay on the ground leisurely and proudly, saying, "Even if you kill me, I won't give you the antidote."
"Oh, really?"
Hua Lang smiled sinisterly, and with a flip of his hand, a bowl of pitch-black medicinal soup appeared in his hand. A strange stench instantly filled the cell.
Hua Lang covered his nose and muffled his breath, "Alas, this soup was made by me eighty-two years ago using a hundred insects. It's specially formulated to cure stubborn mouths. I was planning to pass it on to my disciple, but now it seems I can only give it to you. What a shame."
Hua Lang held the bowl, his big dark eyes full of kindness as he walked slowly towards the demon.
Dalang, take your medicine!
"Eighty-two years ago?" The demon's voice was weak, and he was frightened by the stench that was unmatched in the world. However, he was bound by the spiritual chains and could not escape.
"It's been so long, can you still drink?!"
"You can drink it, of course you can. Don't worry, you won't die."
Hua Lang squatted down and imitated Gong Huaqiu, putting the medicine bowl against her face. His hand shook accidentally, and a very thick black soup slowly flowed down the beauty's originally white jade face, and unknown insect legs also rolled down.
"Ugh——" the demon vomited so violently that it shook the earth.
As a demon, her sense of smell is dozens of times stronger than Hua Lang's. The smell that Hua Lang cannot tolerate is even more stinky to her.
Since she was born, no one had ever dared to let her suffer like this. It was just a few days ago when she saw the Qinglai barrier was broken and there were no disciples around, so she couldn't help her curiosity and quietly sneaked into Qinglai. Who knew there would be so much trouble after that!
The demon was filled with grief, sobbing and retching alternately. "Ugh, this poison only makes you sleep a few more hours every day, and you dare to do this to me? When my mother comes, I will make her kill you all... Ugh..."
Hua Lang poked the crying demon and reminded her, "Antidote, antidote."
The demon hiccuped, glared at her, and reluctantly spat out something the size of a fruit core from her mouth.
Hua Lang didn't dislike it and reached out to take it. As soon as he touched it, the core turned into black ashes and dissipated, revealing an icy pill the size of a mung bean.
Tears still streamed down the Mei Yao's face as she chuckled again. She looked at Hua Lang and then at Xie Hanjing, and said meaningfully, "I only have one antidote. If you take it, the young man next to you will die in his sleep within three days. This Illusion Poison is my own creation. You won't be able to find a second antidote, whether in the Demon Realm or the Monster Realm."
"Fairy~Will you choose to eat it yourself, or sacrifice yourself to save this pretty boy?"
He just said that the poison would only make him sleep for two more hours, but he changed his statement so quickly.
Hua Lang didn't believe her nonsense.
"That's unfortunate."
Hua Lang's face was cold. With his other hand, he slowly took out another bowl of medicine and tilted his head. "You only have one antidote, but mine has unlimited refills. Are you sure you want to try it?"
…
Satisfied with the full bottle of antidote, Hua Lang leisurely walked out of the cell, accompanied by the demon's cries and curses. The cell door closed, and the spirit rope resurfaced and covered the ground. The demon's voice instantly faded.
Ming Jinshu and Gong Huaqiu were waiting for them in front of the tower gate. Hua Lang handed the whole bottle of antidote to Gong Huaqiu.
Gong Huaqiu took out a pill, and the blue lines on his fingertips moved slightly as if they had life. After a moment, Gong Huaqiu nodded and said,
"No problem."
Hua Lang smiled happily, took out one and gave it to Xie Hanjing, and also took one for himself.
"I don't know if the charm demon has poisoned other disciples. Let's put the remaining pills in Senior Brother's clinic for now."
Gong Huaqiu put it into his sleeve without hesitation, "Junior sister is really resourceful. She actually brought back a whole bottle. I am impressed by her."
Ming Jinshu laughed and said, "Junior sister, what I gave you is very useful, isn't it? This is the magic weapon I picked out from my master. The mace can move as I wish, and the meteor hammer is engraved with a spirit protection array. If you encounter danger, it will automatically trigger the array."
After saying this, Ming Jinshu gestured with his hands with a hint of regret, saying, "I originally wanted to be invincible, fighting with one in my left hand and one in my right hand, but I didn't expect that I would end up becoming a formation cultivator."
Hua Lang hadn't expected that they all had such a long history. He felt ashamed of his own shortsightedness and nodded with emotion, praising them against his conscience, "Yes, Senior Sister's things are really useful."
That being said, the grass given by Senior Sister might be some kind of magical grass.
"Sometimes when reason doesn't work, you have to use your fists!" Ming Jinshu laughed even more happily and patted Hua Lang's shoulders several times, causing Hua Lang to stagger.
As the group stepped on the Qingming Stone and left the Demon Tower, Hua Lang looked back at the tower hidden in the dim light and asked, "Senior Sister, what is the use of this tower?"
Ming Jinshu was a little surprised, "Junior sister, don't you know?"
"The Demon Tower is also made of trench iron, and contains thousands of spiritual ropes. Any demon thrown into it will have its demonic power absorbed by the spiritual ropes, and then transformed and used to strengthen the seal. The demon inside will become increasingly weak until it turns into a pile of dry bones."
Hua Lang was shocked. Isn't this the immortal cultivation version of the demonic perpetual motion machine? It's no wonder that the demon is so angry.
Ming Jinshu took Hua Lang's hand, glanced at Xie Hanjing, and said in a voice transmission, "How is it? Are you feeling much better now that you're traveling with a good-looking young man?"
Hua Lang replied, "Senior Sister, is this what you called him here for?"
Ming Jinshu nodded seriously, "Yes."
He added, "However, we only learned about your poisoning after he broke into the inner door."
Hua Lang was a little surprised, "Did he tell you?"
Hua Lang secretly glanced at Xie Hanjing. The boy still had a cold face, but the more Hua Lang looked at him, the more he felt something was different.
He is clearly just a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, and his cold face does not have any deterrent effect, and has nothing to do with the original work.
Ming Jinshu sighed, "Yes, this is all Senior Sister's fault. Something went wrong at Huatang Peak recently, and I was so busy that I didn't even notice you were poisoned. When I saw you lying in bed, unable to wake up even after calling you, Senior Sister was heartbroken."
Hua Lang was moved, "Senior Sister..."
Ming Jinshu wiped his tears, "Junior sister..."
The two held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes until they returned to the foot of Qijing Peak.
"Tsk, why haven't you ever shown such affection to me, your junior fellow apprentice, in the past?"
Seeing that they were still pulling and tugging and were reluctant to separate, Gong Huaqiu sneered.
Ming Jinshu replied, "How can it be the same for Junior Sister and Junior Brother? Junior Sister won't prick me with a needle."
After a while, Ming Jinshu reluctantly let go of Hua Lang.
Xie Han was startled and said, "Peak Masters, Uncle Master, I will return to the outer sect first."
Gong Huaqiu stopped him, his gaze as if tangible, as if he could see through Xie Hanjing's black robe and assess him. He then said, leaving no room for refusal, "You are an outer sect disciple, yet the injuries on your body are rather bizarre. You will stay in the inner sect tonight and follow me back to Wuling Peak."
Xie Hanjing nodded silently, and the four of them said goodbye at the foot of the peak.
When Hua Lang returned to the bedroom, it was already dawn outside the window.
Hua Lang took out the antidote from his arms, sat in front of the window facing the morning glow, and imitated Gong Huaqiu by holding the pill between his fingertips.
The crystal clear pill reflects the morning sun without any impurities, and the rosy glow flows through it, as if it is some kind of magic pill.
I can't tell what it's about.
Try to taste it.
Hua Lang carefully placed the antidote on the tip of his tongue.
Unexpectedly, the pill dissolved instantly and Hua Lang swallowed it subconsciously.
As the antidote entered his stomach, Hua Lang's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.
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