Chapter 87: Flying Blood Three Suppressions of the Evil Division
Through the thin lens, Ji Lingche looked down.
The white mist in front of her eyes slowly dissipated. She closed her other eye and looked through the lens. She saw those blurry white figures gradually shrinking, and finally shrank to the size of a bead.
Beads of various colors.
Beads floating in the air.
Those monks were running around in the training ground. In Ji Lingche's eyes, they were just countless beads floating in the air.
Moreover, nearly half of the beads had indeed turned black, and something seemed to be wriggling inside them.
What are these beads?
Ji Lingche slowly opened his other eye, and in an instant, the hidden figure reappeared.
Yin Lanxin said quietly, "Do you know why it's called a 'monolithic' mirror?"
"One eye looks through this lens to see the Qi. The other ordinary eye looks at the form."
“When both eyes are open, you can see both Qi and form at the same time.”
Ji Lingche only said: "...What is Qi?"
Yin Lanxin chuckled: "Those floating beads are all qi."
"To put it bluntly, it's 'popularity,' condensed into a small ball that looks like a bead."
"As long as this ball of energy doesn't dissipate, it means he's still alive."
She continued, "The bead you see isn't a golden elixir, and has nothing to do with your cultivation level. The purer the aura, the brighter the bead's color."
"Demons are nothing more than animals. Their energy cannot condense, leaving only a layer of low, dispersing black mist."
"If a demonic fetus infests a person's body, their 'qi' will become turbid. If something inhuman is mixed into the human body, the beads will slowly sink, turn black, and slowly disperse—"
"If you see someone with only a human form but no beads, then they are a demon in human skin."
Ji Lingche was stunned when she heard this. She had never seen such a thing before and couldn't help but let out a "tsk".
She frowned and looked down, her eyes sweeping over the monks inch by inch, and found that nearly half of them had their beads starting to darken, and even worse, their beads had begun to swell, as if they were about to disperse.
Yin Lanxin said calmly, "When those beads are scattered, their bodies will be completely taken over by demons."
Ji Lingche watched silently, seeing the beads of various colors mixed together and floating around, giving people a weird and absurd feeling.
The night wind blew, and a chill climbed up her spine.
She slowly took off the monocle and held it in her hand. The coldness of the lens made her hands feel a little chilly.
She only whispered: "So, what should we do now."
Yin Lanxin raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to do?"
She asked, "Is there any way to get rid of this demon fetus?"
Yin Lanxin chuckled, "Oh? You actually want to save them."
Ji Lingche frowned and sneered: "Then what else can I do?"
She knew that if she couldn't find a way to deal with the demon fetus, she wouldn't be able to fundamentally solve the problem. Even if she killed the infected person, it would still be useless because the demon would continue to infect them.
As soon as she killed someone, the demon planted another one on someone else—
Could she kill them all?
Yin Lanxin was not surprised by her answer and chuckled, "If that's the case, how about I show you a clear path?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Lingche turned to look at the person. Her expression was unclear in the darkness, and she looked like a ghostly figure.
Ji Lingche frowned, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, pondering: "Minglu——"
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Guangyao Peak.
Qu Wuji had a long dream.
He was trapped in a nightmare, he was trapped on the golden stage of that year, he couldn't get out, he couldn't escape.
The same scene was repeated over and over again, and his golden elixir was gouged out again and again.
Only tears rolled down and hit the ground.
But he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. Her face seemed covered with a veil. He could only feel the cold aura and unreasonable hatred from her.
The sharp pain in his Dantian and the feeling of his spiritual veins being gouged out repeatedly repeated itself. He trembled and wanted to hug that person, but then he heard her harsh mockery of him...
He is so sad.
The severe pain in his dantian repeated over and over again, and in the end he could no longer tell where he was.
He began to doubt whether he had survived from the Golden Platform.
Did he die there a long time ago?
And everything that happened afterwards was what he dreamed of before his death.
After an unknown amount of time, the nightmare that trapped him gradually dissipated, and the person in front of him turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.
He just felt like he was falling into a dark void.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up.
Qu Wu Ji slowly opened his eyes. It was dark all around. Faint moonlight filtered through the half-open window. The gauze curtain swayed in the wind, breaking up the already faint light and making it fall sparsely on the couch and envelope him.
For a moment he couldn't remember where he was.
He blinked slowly, piecing his shattered consciousness together bit by bit.
His face felt cold, and he raised his hand, only to find some traces of tears on his face.
He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Isn’t it embarrassing to cry like this in a dream?
Was she seen?
Will she...feel sorry for me?
Qu Wu Ji lay exhausted on the couch, motionless.
He watched the moonlight swaying in the wind on the gauze curtain. It was late at night, and the vast Guangyao Peak was deserted.
The couch was hard and cold. He let out a long breath. The pain in his dantian subsided, but the pain in his heart suddenly came up, making him frown.
He lay there silently, slowly closing his eyes, a hot tear slid down the corner of his eye and rolled into his hair.
At this moment, the door suddenly swung open with a creak, and a man walked in slowly.
The man walked very lightly, as if he was afraid of waking him up.
The footsteps stopped in front of the gauze curtain.
Qu Wu Ji opened his eyes and, in the thin moonlight, vaguely saw a figure cast on the gauze curtain.
Silence.
Qu Wu Ji just watched quietly without saying a word.
The wind blew the gauze curtain, and the figure swayed gently, floating in the air, as if it would disappear at any time.
After a long time, the figure raised his hand, gently opened the gauze curtain, and climbed onto the bed.
Qu Wu Ji closed his eyes and pretended not to wake up.
A cold hand gently stroked his cheek, and the hand was stained with a faint cold fragrance.
The visitor's cold hair hung on his neck, making him feel a little itchy, and he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly.
Ji Lingche whispered, "Why are you pretending to be asleep and ignoring me?"
Qu Wu Ji slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the face of the person in his dream suddenly became clear. Now he was looking at him with concern, and there was a gentle look in his eyes that he had never seen before.
He looked at her silently. Somehow, his heart ached and tears rolled down uncontrollably. He didn't want to be seen by her, so he turned his head away.
Ji Lingche held his face, gently turned his head around, made him look directly at him, slowly wiped away his tears, and whispered, "Are you blaming me?"
Qu Wuji stared at her for a long time before he whispered, "You didn't even want to stay with me."
He lowered his eyes dejectedly, "You just wanted to take a look at me and leave, but you didn't expect me to wake up. You didn't know what to do, so you stood outside the gauze curtain for so long."
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, then gently touched his face and said, "If you want me to accompany you, why don't you call me?"
"If you ask me, I won't leave."
He looked at her pair of cool eyes with clear black and white, and suddenly felt a little dizzy. He closed his eyes tiredly and said nothing.
Ji Lingche lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of his mouth.
Qu Wu Ji raised his hand, put his arm around her neck, pulled her into his arms, and bit her lips hard.
She didn't hide, but just let him bite her. The faint smell of blood filled her mouth, and their breathing gradually became disordered.
Their lips and teeth were close together, their breaths were intertwined. Ji Lingche held his chin and, despite the smell of blood, kissed him deeper, as if he wanted to swallow him up.
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly let him go.
Qu Wu Ji's chest rose and fell slightly, and his light-colored eyes fell on her face moistly, as if he was still unsatisfied.
He suddenly said, "Do you still hate me?"
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Qu Wu Ji took her hand, placed it on his heart, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.
His voice was so soft, almost inaudible, "Just now, I had a dream."
"In my dream, you kept saying you hated me. Your look of disgust scared me so much..."
Before he could finish, she hugged him and kissed him softly on the lips, cutting off the rest of his words. His breath hitched, and he only heard her whisper, "I don't hate you, Shang Zheng."
Qu Wuji gently covered her lips with his fingers, pushed her away a little, and said, "I always ask you this, do you get tired of it?"
She held his cold fingers and smiled softly, "Every time you ask me, I will answer."
He seemed to be stunned for a moment. She lowered her head, leaned close to him, and whispered in his ear:
"Qu Wuji, I love you."
…
Both of them were sweating and their breathing was intertwined.
Qu Wuji hugged her and whispered, "What did you want to do just now?"
"You want to go to the Abyss of Embers again, so you don't want me to go..."
In the moonlight, she saw fine beads of sweat oozing from Qu Wuji's fair face. His clothes were scattered, revealing a large area of his strong chest. He looked at her, his chest rising and falling.
She sat up, gathered his open shirt, and chuckled, "Really not."
She began to tell him what happened after he fainted, and took out the monocle from her sleeve and showed it to him.
At that time, on the reviewing platform, she watched the monks eliminate the remaining demons, and then she waved her hand to collect all the red butterflies.
The monks were exhausted. Too many things had happened that night. Their heads were buzzing with confusion and there were too many mysteries. Only now did they realize the horror of the situation.
Seeing Qu Wu Ji injured, these people were at a loss and placed their hopes on Ji Lingche. At this moment, they were willing to listen to the orders of this evil cultivator.
Everyone in the Immortal Alliance looked up and talked about something, most of them asking about Qin Baichuan.
Ji Lingche glossed over the matter with a few words, sent these people away, told them to go back and listen, and then took Qu Wu Ji back to Guangyao Peak.
The leader had been away for many days, and Taihua Yuxu had already become a mess.
As soon as she brought Qu Wu Ji back, elders, consuls and disciples from various academies rushed over, asking questions all over the place. The noise made Ji Lingche annoyed, so he directly sealed off Guangyao Peak and kept those people out.
She held Qu Wu Ji in her arms and transferred a lot of spiritual power into him. She did not leave Guangyao Peak until she saw that his breathing had stabilized and he had fallen into a deep sleep.
She came to the meeting hall of Taihua Yuxu again. As expected, those people had not left yet. Ji Lingche did not hesitate to sit down in the main seat and began to give orders to those people.
At that time in the training ground, everyone was exhausted and emotional. Saying anything more would only make the chaos worse.
Now back at Taihua Yuxu, these people are all Qu Wuji's trusted confidants, and are basically all high-ranking consuls in the Immortal Alliance. She instructs people in Taihua Yuxu, and then these people go to the Immortal Alliance to implement them. Only in this way can she ensure that nothing goes wrong.
She marked out all the more than 400 Ping'an temples and asked Taihua Yuxu to coordinate with the Immortal Alliance to check them one by one as soon as dawn broke, especially the statues in the temples. If any problems were found, don't bother to make a fuss, just report it and she will solve it.
Ji Lingche was tough and meticulous in his work. Those people did not dare to raise any objections. They also knew the urgency of the matter and no one refused.
These people only had a quick rest, and the leaders of each peak received orders to return to the clouds to first count the number of casualties in this battle. When daybreak came, they would summon all the still-moving people in the Immortal Alliance to check Ping'an Temple.
Ji Lingche knew that someone would use the excuse of being injured to shirk responsibility, so he sent a message through the air, saying in everyone's mind: "At daybreak, whoever doesn't come, regardless of whether they are injured or not, I will kill them."
After explaining all this, she turned back to Guangyao Peak to see Qu Wuji. Her original intention was to go back and cast a sleeping spell on him so that he could recover from his injuries, but she didn't expect that he had already woken up.
She stood outside the gauze curtain for a long time, and finally lifted the curtain.
Qu Wuji said softly, "So, you want to go with them to investigate Ping'an Temple?"
Ji Lingche chuckled: "They can still handle such a small matter. There is no need for me to go."
Seeing Qu Wuji frown, she reached out and touched his forehead, saying, "I originally wanted to go to the Evil Suppression Division."
He looked slightly startled, "Why are you going to the Evil Suppression Division?"
She pulled her collar, put on her scattered clothes, and said with a smile: "Have you forgotten, didn't Yin Lanxin say she would show me a clear way?"
"She said that the person who can abort the demon fetuses in these monks is currently in the Evil Suppression Division. I want to go find him."
"But," she said, "the demons are also chasing him. We must get to him before they do."
She turned to look at Qu Wuji: "Do you want to go with me?"
He smiled softly and asked, "Will you take me?"
Ji Lingche put his arms around his neck, kissed his cheek, and said, "What do you think?"
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