Chapter 328: Xiangshe Long Quli Yuanqing
Outside the Wuji Hall, a little girl nestled beside an old man. One meditated, regulating her breathing, while the other played with a hairband. They sat in the corridor, relaxed and unhurried. The setting sun cast a golden glow across the bluestone slabs, illuminating the Three Pure Ones within the hallway with a radiant glow.
"Master brother is obviously a gifted man, but why does he only practice the Qinghui Heart Method?" The little girl asked halfheartedly while twisting her braids.
The old man smiled and touched the girl's head and asked, "Little Junior Sister, why do you think that is?"
The little girl looked at the old man, her bright eyes blinking again and again: "How can a child like me know about your affairs?"
The old man smiled even more kindly when he heard this, and the little girl was so angry that she thought to herself, "Why, he just doesn't know." The old man is very clever, and his mind is hard to predict. How could she know what this old man was thinking?
Looking at the clever little girl, the old man pondered for a moment before speaking: "Junior sister, you've been to Langhuan Pavilion quite often lately. Have you ever read 'Choosing and digging a well, dying and seeking medical treatment'?"
The little girl shook her head. She was already overwhelmed by all the strange stories, so how could she have the time to read these things?
"The Book of Songs says, 'Before the rain, clear the mulberry fields and prepare the windows.' Today's days may seem peaceful, but we can't let that lead to complacency. As the saying goes, 'There's no danger in the smooth flow, yet we often hear of drowning.' Even if there seems to be no danger, we must remain vigilant and take precautions to ensure a peaceful life."
The girl nodded, not quite understanding, and then, as if she had thought of something, she asked with a smile, "The Second Sage said, 'A seven-year illness requires three years of treatment with moxa.' Is this the truth?"
The old man was very pleased. He smiled and praised the little girl while picking her up and walking into the hall.
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"Fourth Junior Brother, it looks like it's just you and me," Shangqing glanced at the seriously injured Qianyuan and Chengxin, then turned to Donghui and said, "Are you willing to join us in fighting demons and defending the Way?"
"Brother, what are you talking about?" Master Donghui smiled and stood up. "Even though I'm going to die, I have no regrets!" He made a finger gesture and said, "I'll let you go first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of spiritual energy burst out from Master Donghui's body, and then he was wrapped in golden thunder and flew towards the Demon Lord.
Master Donghui came at a rapid speed, but the Demon Lord did not panic. He just gently sent Lingxiang, who was still in a trance, to the side of Guimian, and then kicked off and stepped on Master Donghui's shoulder.
"Good boy, reading the "Xuantian Fragments" was not in vain."
The Demon Lord spoke, exerting force with his feet, attempting to crush Dong Hui into the ground. However, with a roar, Master Dong Hui withstood the Demon Lord's entire force. At this moment, golden lightning emanated from Dong Hui's body like a golden snake, wrapping around the Demon Lord's feet.
Upon seeing this, the Demon Lord jumped lightly on his toes and flew into the air, but those golden thunders seemed to have eyes, and no matter how high the Demon Lord flew, they still entangled him and chased him.
This is the Wandering Thunder Golden Vine, the thunder technique that Master Donghui is best at.
The Demon Lord was chased by golden thunder, and the roar of magic was deafening. But the Demon Lord did not panic. With just a flick of his finger, he dispersed the rushing thunder.
When the thunder dissipated, a man rushed out from the thunder and lightning, his fingers kept changing, and rays of spiritual light gathered, like the bright moon in the night sky, cold and gentle.
It’s the True Man Shangqing!
Shangqing Zhenren pinched his fingers and a beam of clear light shot out, pointing directly at the Demon Lord in mid-air. But the Demon Lord did not dodge, but simply smiled, as if very satisfied, and let the demon-eliminating clear light pass through his body.
As Shangqing Zhenren landed and stood still, the demon-subduing Qinghui gradually dissipated, but the Demon Lord hanging in the air remained unharmed.
"You have made a lot of progress." The Demon Lord smiled and landed lightly.
Taoist Shangqing frowned and exchanged glances with Taoist Donghui - it really didn't work.
However, at this moment, the Demon Lord suddenly disappeared. Shangqing Donghui and the others were shocked and were about to turn around when two rays of light pierced through their bodies.
Qinghui pointed again.
Shangqing and Donghui were struck, their spiritual energy dissipating and they were left with no strength. The two old men half-knelt on the ground, unable to stand up for a while, looking very wasted. And the Demon Lord didn't seem to intend to let them go.
The Demon Lord looked down from above, gathering spiritual energy in his hands once again, and was about to perform the Qinghui Finger again. If this finger hit the two immortals again, it would shorten their lifespans.
If you try to disperse your spiritual power after it has dissipated, your life will be in danger.
However, at this moment, the Yuanqing disciples, who had just recovered from the Spirit Fragrance spell, raised their swords and stabbed at the Demon Lord. However, the Demon Lord simply grinned, flipped his hand, and a stream of air burst out, knocking all the disciples away.
At this moment, the rosy skin on the Demon Lord's hands gradually became dry and wrinkled. Seeing this, Ghost Face murmured, "Is the medicine working..."
Hearing this, Lingxiang seemed to understand something. She broke free from Ghost Face's grip and boldly stepped forward and said, "Besides Qinghui Finger, you don't know any other moves?"
Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord quickly hid his hands in his sleeves, but Lingxiang didn't stop. "You've already achieved the purpose of your trip, so why are you still here? Are you trying to show off your advanced cultivation?" Lingxiang sneered, "I don't think so! You only have one set of Qinghui and one finger. The rest is just a waste of spiritual power. Even someone with a low cultivation level like me can't squander it as recklessly as you do."
"Xiang'er, are you questioning your father?" Demon Lord Boyan turned his back and looked towards the north.
"You said you were my father, but I don't think so." Lingxiang walked to the side of the Demon Lord and looked into the distance like him.
"My father is a kind and gentle man. He would never kill any of his disciples, let alone a stranger. But you have been so cruel today. How can I believe it?"
Seeing the Demon Lord remain silent, Lingxiang sighed, "Whoever you are, you repeatedly attack my Yuanqing. What is your intention? And why are you trying to seize the Dust-Seeing Mirror this time?"
The Demon Lord did not answer her question, but took a deep breath and said, "Can you use the art of summoning souls?"
Lingxiang was stunned when she heard this. For her, summoning spirit formations were effortless. Every year, on the night before the anniversary of Fairy Tumi's death, she would perform them at her grave. But what did this have to do with the Demon Lord?
"I'm afraid it's never been successful before?" The Demon Lord chuckled and looked at Lingxiang: "The tomb is empty, how can it succeed?"
"You...how did you..." How did you know she was performing necromancy?
Lingxiang frowned, then her eyes widened: "Could it be!?"
The Demon Lord looked towards the north again: "Are you willing to go to the Demon Realm with Daddy?"
Upon hearing this, Lingxiang frowned even more tightly. She pondered for a moment and was about to agree, but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Long Qi.
“Spiritual incense!”
Lingxiang turned around and looked at Long Qi, who was shaking his head desperately.
Although Long Qi was a bit reckless, he was not ignorant and had heard of the Demon Realm. If Lingxiang followed the Demon Lord to the Demon Realm, she would probably never see him again in this lifetime.
Not everyone can set foot in the underworld.
Lingxiang turned around and looked at Long Qi, with ambiguous emotions in her eyes. She stared at Long Qi intently, and Long Qi was also very flustered.
"Okay! I'll go with you!" Lingxiang said firmly, without moving her eyes away.
"Spiritual incense!" Master Fuyin was shocked. The Demon Lord just snapped his fingers and he flew out.
Seeing this, Lingxiang repeatedly shouted, "If you want me to go with you, you must stop hurting anyone here and tell those minions of yours to retreat immediately!"
Although the Demon Lord was much taller than Lingxiang, Lingxiang was still domineering and refused to give in. Her eyes were firm and she was not afraid at all.
The Demon Lord stared at the exquisite little figure in front of him for a long time, as if the two were in a standoff. Just when everyone was sweating coldly, thinking that the Demon Lord was angry, the Demon Lord suddenly laughed wildly.
"Did you hear what the princess said? Why don't you leave immediately?"
The Demon Lord looked very happy: "To be able to have such momentum, you are worthy of being my daughter!"
Lingxiang sneered, "I'm afraid you're too happy too soon. Whether you and I are related is another matter for now. I can go with you, but you have to agree to one condition."
"What are the conditions?" the Demon Lord asked with interest.
"Recall all demons from the mortal world and never set foot on the mortal world again!"
Hearing this, Demon Lord Boyan narrowed his eyes, and his handsome face became inexplicably cold, exuding a dangerous aura.
But Lingxiang watched calmly and fearlessly: "Why? Don't you agree?"
Long Qi had never seen Lingxiang like this before. He was a little surprised but called Lingxiang as if begging, hoping that she could change back to her original appearance. But Lingxiang didn't even look at him and confronted the Demon Lord on her own.
Facing the pressure from the Demon Lord, Lingxiang showed no intention of retreating. The two of them were like sculptures, but their aura was imminent.
After an unknown amount of time, the Demon Lord finally compromised. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around Lingxiang: "I accept!"
Hearing this, all the elders frowned and sighed. Long Qi was even more frightened and called out repeatedly: "Lingxiang! Don't go!" But Lingxiang ignored him and followed the Demon Lord on her own.
Perhaps feeling annoyed, the Demon Lord raised his hand and pointed at Long Qi, attacking him with great force, pushing him against the stone railing, causing him to cough up blood.
Even so, Long Qi was still unwilling to give up. He crawled and stretched out his hand, trying to hold Lingxiang. However, no matter how hard he tried, the two were always separated by a short distance.
Perhaps Lingxiang softened her heart, she pulled her hood and turned her head, but did not look at Long Qi.
"We have never met before. We just spent some time together. Now our fate has ended. From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other!"
The hood covered Lingxiang's eyes, and only her delicate face could be seen. After saying this, she turned her head resolutely.
All this...
Everything is exactly the same as in my dream that day!
“Spiritual fragrance…Spiritual fragrance…”
At this time, Long Qi was lying on the ground. He had no strength left in his body, but he still tried his best to support his body and stretched out his hands, as if he could keep the spiritual fragrance in this way.
"Lingxiang!" Long Qi stared at Lingxiang's receding figure and called out loudly, but it was all in vain. Without even turning back, Lingxiang followed the Demon Lord into the black clouds, merging into the endless darkness of the sky.
Monsters rose from the ground one after another, forming a black mass, vying to follow the dark cloud.
After a long time, the dark clouds dissipated. The mountain suddenly fell into a dead silence, devoid of life, much like Long Qi's heart. He finally gave in and collapsed to the ground, his consciousness gradually becoming hazy. Even so, in the darkness, Long Qi continued to call out Ling Xiang's name, his voice weak and faint, like a whisper.
“Spiritual fragrance…Spiritual fragrance…”
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