Chapter 58: Shi Liuying Saves the Day Multiple Times
Shi Liuying's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of the three arrogant inner disciples.
The disciple with the triangular eyes who was in the lead was stunned. Then he narrowed his eyes, looked the beautiful junior sister who had suddenly appeared up and down, and sneered.
"Oh, Shen Hanzhou, you've really made something of yourself, haven't you? You even found a woman to stand up for you? She's quite pretty. What, is she your new mistress…?"
The last word was left unuttered.
Because the fireflies in the teacher's eyes moved.
She didn't even draw her sword; she just raised a finger.
The next instant, a terrifying pressure, like a tangible mountain, crashed down!
"Thump—!"
"Thump—!"
"Thump—!"
Three muffled thuds sounded in unison, followed by three perfectly synchronized prostrations.
The three who had been so arrogant just moments before didn't utter a sound. They lay face down on the ground, their faces pressed tightly against the cold, rough stone slab. They couldn't move, and even breathing was difficult.
Their eyes bulged out in terror, the spiritual energy in their meridians seemed to freeze, and their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys trembled together.
Mahayana period!
That's absolutely the aura of a Mahayana cultivator!
How could this happen to a female cultivator who looks so young?!
Shi Liuying didn't even glance at the three puddles of mud on the ground. She turned to Shen Hanzhou, who was completely dumbfounded, and asked, "Shen Hanzhou, how much have they 'borrowed' from you over the years?"
Shen Hanzhou hadn't yet recovered from this brutal reversal, and subconsciously rattled off the numbers: "About seven thousand high-grade spirit stones? I didn't count the mid-grade and low-grade ones... plus three hundred bottles of superior-grade Condensed Jade Pills, and five hundred Crimson Essence Grasses...@#￥%……&"
Shen Hanzhou: There's no end to it, absolutely no end to it.
The more he talked, the angrier he became. Five years of pent-up grievances and anger finally found an outlet. He started counting on his fingers and even pulled out a crumpled little ledger.
One by one, the cases came out in a stream, even including the two roast chickens that were extorted three years ago.
Shi Liuying listened patiently and nodded.
Then, she looked down at the three disciples on the ground whose eyes were rolling back in their heads from the pressure and fear, her voice still calm:
"You heard everything?"
"Give it back to you yourself. With interest."
"If you're missing a spirit stone, a single herb, or if I discover you're hiding something you shouldn't have..."
She paused, not finishing her sentence, but her aura intensified even further.
The three people on the ground were terrified. After their restraints were slightly loosened, they hurriedly and tremblingly began to rummage through the debris.
Not only did he empty all his storage bags, but he also dumped out all his personal treasures—those he kept close to his body, those he hid away, and even those he sewed into the lining of his clothes—and piled them up at Shen Hanzhou's feet, quickly forming a shiny little mountain.
"roll."
Shi Liuying withdrew her oppressive aura and uttered only a single word.
The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and scrambled away as if they could become Mr. Krabs, disappearing instantly at the end of the path.
Holding the treasures he had lost and then looking at the pile of valuables that were clearly worth far more than their cost, Shen Hanzhou's eyes reddened again.
Shi Liuying returned, and everything became better again.
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Meanwhile, deep within the Danzong (Immortal Cultivation Sect) and Youhuang Dancha (Immortal Chamber).
Ao Hao, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the strange formation, suddenly opened his eyes.
In those eyes, now only chaos and darkness, a clear look of shock and anger flashed, along with... a twisted excitement.
Just now, he clearly felt that a small strand of the luck and spiritual power he had quietly extracted through the system rules had suddenly broken off.
Although it was a small thing, the feeling of that connection being severed was so clear.
It was as if someone had used the sharpest knife to precisely cut off the ends of his invisible tentacles.
"Oh……"
Ao Hao grinned, his expression stiff and menacing.
"Finally... out."
"Something that's interfering with me."
He slowly stood up, his bones making a sickening cracking sound, and looked toward the direction of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, his eyes swirling with darkness.
"Five years... I've let you have your way for five years... it's time to collect interest."
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After helping Shen Hanzhou resolve his debt disputes, Shi Liuying asked him about Rong Yan's whereabouts.
Having received the "huge sum," Shen Hanzhou was in a state of mixed excitement and daze. Upon hearing this, he immediately pointed in a direction: "Senior Sister Rong Yan should be over at the Dharma Performance Platform right now. It seems she's being asked about spells by some senior brothers from other peaks..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shi Liuying had already transformed into a streak of light in shades of crimson and disappeared from the spot.
The Yanfaping is a place where disciples of the Wanxiang Sect openly exchange and discuss their magical techniques.
At this moment, many disciples were watching the excitement from the outside of the courtyard, but the atmosphere in the center of the field was somewhat subtle.
Rong Yan, dressed in a light red dress, stood in the center, her face still bearing her usual slightly aloof smile.
But upon closer inspection, one can see that her fingers hanging at her sides are slightly curled, and the invisible ghostly aura around her is much more stagnant than usual.
Opposite her were three or four male disciples dressed in different peak attire.
These people appeared polite, with smiles of "asking for advice" on their faces, but their eyes were like sticky worms, crawling back and forth over Rong Yan's slender figure and pretty face.
"Junior Sister Rong Yan, why be so aloof? Fellow disciples should exchange skills and make progress together!"
A disciple, waving a folding fan and feigning nonchalance, laughed, but his eyes darted toward places he shouldn't have been looking.
"Everyone knows that Junior Sister's reputation in our Myriad Elephant Sect is even more renowned than that of Senior Brother Jun Lintian, and she has many admirers. Today, we have a rare opportunity to sincerely seek your guidance."
A disciple with a long face immediately chimed in, "That's right, that's right! Junior Sister Rong Yan's 'Netherworld Ghost Path' is mysterious and unpredictable, and we have long admired it! We've wanted to seek her out for a deeper understanding and instruction!"
He emphasized the word "in-depth," which drew a few knowing chuckles from those around him.
Rong Yan frowned slightly, a hint of barely perceptible disgust and annoyance flashing in her eyes.
More than anything, there is numbness.
She had seen that kind of look too many times, and heard those kinds of words too many times, but no matter how many times she heard them, she couldn't help but feel nauseous.
The most disgusting thing is the system.
At this moment, the system panel was constantly flashing notifications such as "[Warning: Avoid intense conflicts with potential 'harem candidates']" and "[It is recommended to maintain a weak and helpless posture to trigger the plot]", which was making her feel irritable.
Just as the disciple with the folding fan was pushing his luck and tried to step forward, reaching out as if to "friendly" put his hand on Rong Yan's shoulder—
A figure in a light blue robe suddenly appeared between the two.
"Want to marry my teacher, Sister?"
Shi Liuying stood in front of Rong Yan, slightly turning her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over the disciple's hand, frozen in mid-air, her voice clear:
"You're not qualified yet."
She raised her eyes and looked at the male disciples whose expressions had suddenly turned ugly, a very faint smile even appearing on her lips:
"How about we exchange a few blows first?"
The disciple with the folding fan's face darkened, and he snapped his fan shut, pointing it at Shi Liuying: "Which peak are you from? How dare you be so unruly! We're talking to your Senior Sister Rong Yan, who gave you the right to interrupt? You look unfamiliar, you must be a newcomer, right? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll teach you some manners..."
"You talk too much nonsense."
Shi Liuying lost her patience.
After quickly dealing with this disgusting bunch of scum, there are still Senior Sister Chi Yang and Elder Chong Cang to save.
He still didn't draw his sword.
She simply raised her right hand, her index and middle fingers together, and with a light stroke in the air, she created the afterimage of a pen.
"laugh--!"
A subtle yet extremely refined sword aura shot out silently.
The disciple, who was still chattering away while fanning himself with a folding fan, suddenly felt a lightness in his hand.
He looked down in astonishment and saw that his precious folding fan, which was engraved with a Heavenly Rank protective array, had been neatly broken in two, with the cut as smooth as a mirror.
His clothes were torn into strips, and when the wind blew, a large patch of flesh was exposed.
The sword energy didn't harm him in the slightest; it just left him completely naked in front of everyone in the sect.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
No one dared to look up, and no one dared to look at Rong Yan with those sticky eyes anymore.
Shi Liuying withdrew her hand, as if she had only done a trivial matter.
She turned around, looked at Rong Yan behind her, and gave her a bright and genuine smile: "Senior sister, I'm back."
Rong Yan stared blankly at her, at the face that had lost some of its childishness and become increasingly beautiful and ethereal, and the numbness and irritation in her eyes gradually melted away.
Her lips moved, but in the end she simply reached out and gripped Shi Liuying's wrist tightly, her fingertips icy cold, yet trembling slightly.
"It's good that you're back." Her voice was a little hoarse.
Just then, a silent figure stepped out from the edge of the crowd and came to their side.
It is Chongcang.
He had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, his expression unchanged. His gaze lingered on Shi Liuying for a moment before he looked at her, his voice low and deep:
"Your skills have improved again."
He paused, then looked away, his tone carrying a complex, almost resigned calm: "There's nothing more I need to teach you now."
There's no need for him to follow closely by her side anymore.
Shi Liuying glanced at Rong Yan beside her, whose eyes were slightly red, then at Chong Cang, whose expression was calm but could not hide a trace of loneliness, and then at Shen Hanzhou in the distance, who was huffing and puffing as he dragged a huge storage bag toward them, his face showing both excitement and lingering fear.
She took a deep breath, gripped Rong Yan's hand tightly, looked at Chong Cang with clear eyes, and also glanced at Chen Hanzhou who was running closer. Her voice was clear and firm:
"But I still need you."
They don't need protection, they don't need to be taught.
Instead, it requires "you" yourselves.
Rong Yan's tears finally fell, but she wiped them away with a smile.
Chong Cang's taut jawline loosened slightly.
Shen Hanzhou then let out a loud "Awooo" and pounced over: "That's great! It gives me a sense of relief that the finale is finally here!"
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Just as the atmosphere at the Myriad Manifestations Sect was warming up.
On a secluded mountain path leading from Danzong to the outside world, Ao Hao was moving at high speed in an extremely strange posture.
His face was so dark it could drip water, because he felt that the faint connection between himself and a certain "bound target" had been severed again!
This time, even more strength has been lost than last time!
"Damn it...it's you again..."
He gritted his teeth, dark glints swirling in his eyes, "Looks like I'll have to deal with that most troublesome 'anchor' first..."
Once he eliminates that most troublesome element, he can merge all the systems, replace the Heavenly Dao of this world, and take over the entire cultivation world!
He suddenly changed direction, no longer heading towards the Myriad Manifestations Sect, but instead turning towards a sparsely populated swampy area in the southwest of the continent.
Based on the system's final vague feedback, the last relatively clear signal from "Chi Yang," the most elusive creature that always managed to escape tracking inexplicably, disappeared there.
The southwestern swamps are shrouded in poisonous miasma and are extremely muddy.
A small, golden bee was struggling to fly. Her wings were covered in mud, and she couldn't maintain her balance very well, looking rather disheveled.
It was carefully perched on the back of a leaf of a crooked, withered tree, trying to suck up the pitiful, unpolluted morning dew.
The bee's eyes were filled with despair.
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Author's Note: Red Envelope
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