Chapter 54 Saving My Wife
In the Jiyu Secret Realm, there is wind and snow all year round and it is bitterly cold.
Everything was white, blurring the line between heaven and earth. A chill filled his lungs, and Ling Zheng coughed twice, exhaling a puff of white smoke.
"My dear, I am not ugly. Don't hide. It's worthwhile to practice dual cultivation with me."
After saying that, he let out a few silver bell-like laughs, and the soft sword in his hand was like a cold silver snake. He was interested in teasing the handsome blindfolded man in front of him, like catching a turtle in a jar, and occasionally leaving a scratch on his body.
Even though the man tried his best to listen to the sound and determine the position, he had no internal strength and could only dodge by instinct. He was inevitably defeated step by step, and his moon-white clothes soon turned into tattered shreds.
A thin layer of sweat formed on Ling Zheng's forehead. After accidentally touching the teleportation array, he was transported to an unknown place. Coincidentally, he ran into someone from the evil sect. She didn't recognize Ling Zheng's identity, but she saw that he had a very good appearance.
Biluoyao had a simple bun on her black hair, almond eyes and a cherry mouth. She looked like a beautiful girl from a small family, but her lips were dyed crimson, as if she had eaten a child. She continued, "My name is quite famous. My dear, please stop struggling in vain."
The blood-red silk dress fluttered in the wind, and the soft sword was raised. With a crisp sound, Ling Zheng was unable to dodge and fell into the snow. The cloth around his waist broke and blood flowed from his abdomen.
He was gasping for breath. His intense concentration on dodging had consumed so much of his energy that he suddenly lost the ability to resist after falling. He could only grit his teeth, cover the wound, and press his fingers on the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding.
The soft sword danced casually, creating a sword flower, shaking off a few drops of blood, which splashed onto the snow, a dazzling red.
Biluoyao retracted her soft sword and walked up to Lingzheng in a charming and graceful manner. She pinched Lingzheng's chin with her slender jade fingers, and her sharp nails pierced into his porcelain-white face, leaving several red marks.
Ling Zheng unknowingly dug into the wound on his abdomen, his fingers stained with sticky, warm blood.
He had heard of Biluoyao, a ruthless character with countless concubines, who had mastered the art of replenishing yin with yang to the extreme.
If he hadn't lost his power, a figure like Biluoyao would have been respectful in his presence, but now he had put himself in such a predicament...
Ling Zheng stopped struggling and leaned against the snow pile, as if he had accepted his fate. His body was covered with wounds. When Biluoyao was about to lift the silk covering her eyes, he suddenly jumped up and shot out an arrow from his sleeve. A ray of silver light flashed and flew towards Biluoyao's chest.
"call out--"
Biluoyao's eyes flashed, and she felt a sense of crisis. She leaned back to an incredible angle and barely avoided the attack. However, after she stood up again, she gently touched her stinging cheek with her fingertips, bringing out a hint of blood.
"Ah! My face, damn bitch!"
When this happened, Biluoyao's face suddenly changed. The humiliation of having her skin broken made her lose her patience for teasing.
If this guy is not as handsome as she imagined, she can shave off his tough bones and make him into a weapon of resentment. If he looks good, she can cut off his limbs and train him well.
With this in mind, the frosty sword became sharper. Knowing the existence of the hidden arrow, Biluoyao slashed at the arm at a strange angle, carrying with it a cloud of snow and mist.
Ling Zheng's face changed drastically. He sensed the threat of danger in the change of the air. The situation where his life was hanging by a thread made him surprisingly calm. He pushed his feet to lower his center of gravity and attacked Biluoyao's lower body like an arrow from a bow.
Although he had lost all his internal strength, his combat awareness from years of walking on the edge of danger still allowed him to make a wise countermeasure in a very short time. Biluoyao's attack was forced to be interrupted, and he had no choice but to swing his body violently and try to kick Ling Zheng away.
Women are not as strong as men. Biluoyao expected that this would only temporarily slow down the opponent's attack. Unexpectedly, Ling Zheng's body movements were more exquisite than those of ordinary people, but his body was so weak that he was not even as strong as an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.
With this kick, Ling Zheng slid along the ice like a kite with a broken string, and only stopped when he hit a dead tree trunk ten meters away. The powerful impact force was concentrated on his back, and half of his body lost consciousness in an instant.
The next moment, the blood surged, and a hot stream gushed out of the mouth. A large pool of bright red quickly cooled in the snow, forming a dazzling mark.
Ling Zheng's face was as pale as paper, a string of blood beads slid down his lips, and the already broken white dress and red plum blossoms bloomed.
Uh ah…
Ling Zheng moaned softly, his chest rising and falling irregularly. In this freezing cold place, beads of sweat stuck his messy hair to his face and collarbone, and the silk in front of his eyes loosened and fell.
There was only a ringing sound in his ears. He could not hear the sound of the sword breaking through the air. He instinctively supported himself on the ground with his hands, trying to crawl farther and farther away from Biluoyao.
He asked himself: Why is it always like this? No matter how hard I try, I can't escape the fate of being at the mercy of others?
"My dear, it's over. Just surrender yourself." The charming female voice seemed to be heard through a layer of fog, and Ling Zheng could only hear it vaguely.
Seeing the handsome man in such a miserable state from afar, Biluoyao temporarily suppressed her anger, flew forward on her sword, and was about to cut the tendons in Lingzheng's hands and feet.
Suddenly, her voice faltered, and her pretty face was filled with fear. She had obviously recognized Ling Zheng's identity. This legendary Gu Master was considered an existence that could not be provoked by those in the evil ways. Thinking back to what she had done just now, she wondered what offensive things she had done...
She was frightened for a moment, then looked at the struggling man in front of her. It was a foregone conclusion. She had been in the world for many years and was definitely not a coward. Joy appeared in her eyes.
Although I don't know what happened to him, what could be more exciting than capturing a handsome and powerful man?
After figuring it out, Biluoyao's sword intent became more determined. When it was just a hair's breadth away from Lingzheng's wrist:
“Clang——”
Suddenly, the two swords collided, and the unexpected external force almost caused the soft sword to leave her hand. Fortunately, she was concentrating, and she shook her wrist to release the force, and moved her toes alternately and quickly, flying to create distance.
Who! Biluoyao raised her eyebrows and looked up suddenly. A handsome man, whose appearance was no less than Lingzheng's, stood in front of her at ease. His right arm was suspended in the air, the tip of his sword was facing her motionlessly, and his expression was a smile.
Wen Rensu's purpose wasn't simply to torture the Son of Heaven. Since he had pierced Ling Zheng's dantian and destroyed his cultivation, he had already prepared a method to repair it. However, one of the main herbs had to be picked and used immediately, otherwise its potency would be lost.
Originally, he and Ling Zheng had gone to the Jiyu Secret Realm together. Suddenly, Ling Zheng had touched some kind of transfer formation. Wen Rensu was frantically pulling at the silk ribbon on his wrist—the other end of which was tied to Ling Zheng's hand. Suddenly, the ribbon lost its pull and fell into the air, tumbling.
Wen Rensu squatted down and touched the snow with the palm of his right hand. A cold touch followed, connecting with the veins underground, and sensing the vibration of human footsteps, but it was ten miles away.
Wen Rensu was the only one here who could shrink the distance to an inch. He hurried towards that direction, breaking through the howling frosty wind. A sinister female voice came from afar. He followed the voice and this scene came into his eyes.
"Excuse me, sir, who are you?" Oh no, a Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared. Biluoyao narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, her long eyelashes drooping, and she smiled.
She was unaware of the man's sneaking around just now, which was enough to show that his strength should not be underestimated. It would be better for her to be polite until she understood his intentions.
"I am Wenren Su, a disciple of Wanjun Sect. Please spare his life, young lady." Wenren Su bowed.
Seeing the man honestly introduce himself, Biluoyao relaxed a little. She glanced at the quiet Lingzheng, her eyes becoming subtle. "Oh? Sir, do you know who that guy is?"
"He is Gu Master Ling Zheng." Wen Rensu said indifferently.
"Since you know it, you must also know that he has done all kinds of evil things. Just let me deal with it." Biluoyao bowed slightly, but her watery eyes were fixed on Wen Rensu.
Wen Rensu lowered his eyes, "I'm afraid that won't work. He's mine."
"He's one of your men?" Biluoyao frowned. Could Ling Zheng be a spy for the righteous? What was the righteous's intention in sending someone to invade? Did they have a plan to wipe out the evil sect?
My thoughts drifted further and further away, and it was terrifying to think about it. No... Ling Zheng had committed many earth-shattering evil deeds over the years. Would the righteous people allow Ling Zheng to do whatever he wanted?
Biluoyao raised her eyes and declared: "This is impossible!"
Wen Rensu smiled and said, "Does anyone who is mine have to be my subordinate?"
He's not going to stop until he's shocked! His words made Biluoyao's eyes widen, and she covered her mouth with her slender fingers. She finally understood what Wen Rensu meant. Ling Zheng was actually a homosexual? And he was actually in a relationship with this little-known righteous boy.
Her eyes suddenly turned contemptuous. She guessed that Wen Rensu was not a powerful figure, and said in a teasing tone without disguising her tone: "Such good looks are really wasted. Why not let me have a taste of you?"
Hearing this, the gentleness on Wen Rensu's eyes faded away. Biluoyao had been immersed in the ways of the world for many years and believed that she could see through people's hearts, but at this moment she could not see through the emotions of the person opposite her. It was like a dead water without any ripples, and it seemed as if the ripples were hidden in a deeper corner.
Her heart trembled, and she felt regret unconsciously. She subconsciously took a half step back. The next second, her body froze. She looked down and saw the dazzling silver light of the sword. The sword pierced straight into her heart.
How could it be so fast! She had seen those geniuses who were said to be the best swordsmen in the world, but they couldn't achieve such a level in an instant. Perhaps, they couldn't even be called human beings!
She had no time to think anymore, "Huh... Huh..."
As the long sword was pulled out mercilessly, Biluoyao coughed up blood a few times, staggered to her knees, and lay on the ground on her side. Until her pupils dilated, she was still staring at Wen Rensu with an expression of disbelief and resentment.
She never imagined that she had only intended to search for materials in the secret realm, but would instead become obsessed with intervening in this incident, and this place would become her burial place...
Wen Rensu walked up to Ling Zheng and saw that he was neither happy nor sad, just staring at the ground, as if the blood on his body didn't exist. He sighed softly, squatted down and said, "Why are you so embarrassed after just one moment of absence?"
Ling Zheng closed his eyes and said in a normal voice, "Sorry to trouble you again."
Wen Rensu sneered, took out some medicine and applied it to the wound inside his torn clothes. Fortunately, the wound was narrow but not deep, and the bleeding would stop soon.
"Ling Zheng, Ling Zheng, people like that can hurt you now..." For some unknown reason, Wen Rensu sighed softly while applying the medicine.
The wind on the pavement blew around the tree trunks, making a hoarse sound, making the surroundings seem even more desolate. Biluoyao's body lay not far away, already cold and stiff, and the cold wind wrapped in frost and snow lightly covered it.
Ling Zheng's breathing quickened slightly, and after a while he said, "Yes, that's right, I am a waste."
How could it not be? He had relied on Wenrensu for help time and again... From then until now, he had thought himself powerful, but it was all just a mirage.
Wen Rensu, who had been applying the medicine to the wound, looked up in surprise when he heard this and said, "I was joking."
After thinking for a moment, he said seriously, "I've seen you in all your forms and I know you're not that."
To be fair, the protagonist Ling Zheng definitely didn't have an easy life. He was like a blade of grass in the desert, trying its best to absorb nutrients to grow, but was also brutally trampled upon by him...
Thinking of this, he smiled silently, and his eyes became more focused as he applied the medicine.
Regardless of the shock these words brought to Ling Zheng, he did not pay attention to the change in his expression until he finished applying the medicine to the tiny wound and heard a faint groan like a kitten.
Wen Rensu glanced over and saw that Ling Zheng's face was unnaturally flushed, and his teeth were biting his lower lip tightly, probably to suppress the moan that was about to come out of his mouth. His lifeless eyes became moist, giving the illusion of flowing waves.
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