Chapter 194 Does he have some serious illness? ...
Wen Yin was awakened by the stinging sensation emanating from the bracelet. She touched the bracelet on her wrist, her eyes filled with resentment.
She was just one step away from success, but she never expected that the spiritual root Si Yao had taken out was fake. The backlash from that spiritual root wasn't supposed to be so strong, but the bracelet got angry and directly damaged her foundation.
Wen Yin held the bracelet and could see three crack-like lines on it. She knew that if she could just eliminate these three cracks, she would succeed.
I'm really... so unwilling to accept this.
"Yinyin, you're awake?"
Upon seeing the person who arrived, Wen Yin paused for a moment before forcing a smile, "Master."
Wen Yin lowered her head, concealing the impatience in her eyes. Chongming was not as powerful as rumored; after so long, he still hadn't found Si Yao's whereabouts.
Not only could he not find Si Yao, but he couldn't even find the Bloodspot Grass, which made Wen Yin extremely disappointed in him.
"Master, is there any hope for me?" Wen Yin looked at Chongming, her eyes filled with tears.
She knew what kind of appearance best suited her to control Chongming.
"Of course, Yinyin, I will do everything in my power to save you. Don't worry, I will make sure nothing happens to you."
Wen Yin leaned against Chongming's chest, her expression growing impatient. She was tired of hearing his words, and she hadn't seen him do anything to make a difference.
She didn't want to die, and if Chongming couldn't come up with any other solution, she would have no choice but to take matters into her own hands.
"Yinyin, let me take you out for a walk," Chongming said.
Wen Yin nodded, knowing that she couldn't walk, so Chongming carried her out.
To urge Chongming on, Wen Yin spoke again, "Master, I'm so scared, I really don't want to die."
"No, Yinyin, don't be afraid, I'll protect you."
"My senior sister still resents me after all. Otherwise, why would she give me a fake spiritual root and cause me all this trouble?"
“That wicked disciple has been expelled from the sect. She doesn’t deserve to be called senior sister by you. Don’t mention her again.”
Wen Yin looked at her bracelet, which was missing a gap, and thought to herself that choosing Si Yao as the intermediary was indeed the right decision. As long as Chongming harbored resentment towards Si Yao, she would succeed.
"But Master, I heard that Senior Sister Si Yao seems to have had an accident. Are we really not going to go find her?"
“I’m not going. It would be better if she were really dead. If I catch her, I will definitely cut that bastard into a thousand pieces and dig out her true spiritual root to replace it for you. This is what she owes you.”
Si Yao, who had come out of her residence, originally intended to use the blood-spotted grass to lure Chongming out, but upon hearing the conversation between the master and disciple, Si Yao only found it laughable.
According to Chongming, she owed not only him but also Wenyin, so it seems she still owed a lot of debts.
I wonder if he still remembers the debts he owes her.
The moment Wen Yin looked over, Si Yao reverted to her original appearance.
"Senior Sister, are you really Senior Sister?" Wen Yin's eyes widened suddenly. The person who had been leaning weakly on Chongming perked up instantly when she saw Si Yao.
Is that Yao Si standing there?
But just now her face was clearly that of the senior sister.
"Master, look! She is Senior Sister."
Si Yao looked over and said, "This fairy, I think you're really sick to death, that's why you're talking nonsense. Which one is your senior sister? I don't know you."
Daoist Chongming looked over. Of course he remembered Yao Si. It was this woman who had given him a great embarrassment at the entrance of the secret realm that day.
Chongming could never forget such a grudge.
"It's you!"
"It seems Daoist Chongming still remembers about the entrance to the secret realm. I think your reputation as a genius in the cultivation world is a bit overrated," Si Yao sneered.
Upon hearing her mention this, Chongming's face immediately darkened, as he felt she was mocking him.
He had never suffered such humiliation before.
Wen Yin grabbed his hand and said urgently, "Master, she is Senior Sister, she is Si Yao. I just saw it, she transformed into Senior Sister Si Yao's appearance."
Upon hearing Wen Yin's words, Chongming looked over again, but this time his expression was somewhat hesitant as he sized up Yao Si in front of him.
He simply couldn't believe that the Yao Si in front of him was Si Yao; he couldn't detect any trace of Si Yao in this woman.
He was aware of Si Yao's cultivation level, and he didn't think Si Yao had the ability to fight him. In fact, he felt that Si Yao could kill him at any time.
He was furious when he found out that Si Yao had given him a fake spiritual root; he had never been played like this before.
Yao Si, Si Yao.
Could they really be the same person?
No matter how he looked at her, he couldn't see any trace of Si Yao on Yao Si's body.
Si Yao only has a single water elemental root, so it's impossible for her to have the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage. When Yao Si fought him, Si Yao should have been at the Cliff of Contemplation. Even he had a lot of trouble breaking through the barrier, so how could Si Yao have come and gone freely inside the barrier of the Cliff of Contemplation?
It's probably just a coincidence.
Even though Yao Si had no relation to Si Yao, Chongming still disliked this woman. Every time he encountered her, something bad always happened.
As for Wen Yin saying she was Si Yao, it's very likely that Wen Yin was feeling unwell and misread the situation.
Chongming saw ill intent in Yao Si's eyes. He felt that this person was a threat to him, so he thought it would be better to kill her now to eliminate any future troubles.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Chongming lost control of his thoughts; he wanted to kill the arrogant female cultivator in front of him.
A rogue cultivator dared to challenge him. If he hadn't overused his spiritual power at the Cliff of Contemplation last time, he wouldn't have to worry about so much now.
He is currently at the late Nascent Soul stage. Killing someone at the same late Nascent Soul stage directly is indeed not easy, but it won't stop him from using other methods.
She was just a rogue cultivator; once she disappeared, she simply vanished. Who would bother to investigate her case?
Si Yao glanced at them, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Chongming stared at her retreating figure, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.
Si Yao sensed his murderous intent and immediately curled her lips into a smile.
What a coincidence! She had the same idea as the other person. It was worth letting Wen Yin see her original appearance.
It's just unknown whether her former mentor can withstand her deadly attack.
Chongming was revered as a righteous gentleman, so he certainly wouldn't publicize the fact that he killed cultivators.
Si Yao wasn't foolish enough to reveal this, and luring them out of the city was quite simple. She directly spread the news of the mature Bloodspotted Grass, and Chongming immediately sent disciples to find it. Si Yao was waiting there beforehand, and upon seeing the disciples, she simply drugged, bound, and threw them aside.
She was waiting for Chongming to come and retrieve the Bloodstain Grass in person, and also for an opportunity to kill him with her own hands and take revenge.
Liao Shuo and the others went to find the Bloodstain Grass, but they didn't return for three whole days. Wen Yin's spiritual root was damaged, and she kept vomiting blood. Her condition was getting worse and worse, and she could barely control her spiritual power.
"Master, Master, save me!" Wen Yin pleaded desperately, clutching Chongming Daojun's hand.
She really didn't want to die; she didn't know why things had turned out this way. All she knew was that if she died, she would truly have nothing left.
At that moment, the sect's communication token suddenly flashed.
Chongming asked with a displeased expression, "What exactly are you doing? Have you found the Bloodstain Grass yet?"
"Probably not."
Upon hearing this voice, Daoist Chongming paused for a moment before asking, "Are you Si Yao? How do you have the sect's communication token?"
As he spoke, Chongming's lips curled up slightly, and he looked somewhat smug. "Si Yao, do you regret leaving the sect? If you want to come back, you can beg me."
Wen Yin stared wide-eyed at Chongming, perhaps unaware of her own expression.
It was a look that was both smug and expectant.
Si Yao looked at the communication board and sneered, "Did your brain get struck by lightning and shattered? What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day? I just happened to pass by and saw your disciples lying here half-dead. Is that Bloodstain Grass in your hand? If you don't want it, I'll throw it away."
"You dare! Those are the herbs Yin Yin needs."
"Oh, and then?"
Daoist Chongming paused for a moment, then sneered, "You've come up with such a lame excuse just to see me, Si Yao. Do you like me that much?"
"If your cultivation level were as confident as you are, you wouldn't have been so thoroughly defeated at the entrance of the secret realm."
"Si Yao!"
Too lazy to listen to his confident pronouncements, Si Yao left her address and ended the call. She was certain Chongming would come; even if he didn't want to, Wen Yin would make him.
When Si Yao saw Chongming bringing Wen Yin over, she wasn't surprised at all.
She looked at Chongming, who was carefully putting Wenyin down, and smiled, "You two, master and disciple, really never separate no matter where you go. This affection is truly touching."
When Chongming saw Siyao's appearance, he felt a surge of inexplicable anger.
However, when facing Si Yao, he spoke very rudely, "Since you know you're wrong, come over and kowtow to Yin Yin to apologize, and then give your water spirit root to Yin Yin, Si Yao. Don't be so stubborn and resort to such underhanded methods."
Xiang Bei grabbed the system and said, "System, these male protagonists in these angst-filled novels seem to have some kind of obsession with kneeling down to apologize? Why does everyone say that?"
"I don't know, maybe the author just likes to write it this way." The system simply shrugged, looking like it was giving up.
I've seen too much of this, and I'm numb to these kinds of words now.
The male protagonists in these angst-filled novels all share a common characteristic: they are quite confident.
He was confident that he could completely control the female lead, and that she had nowhere to go without him.
When this confidence is shattered, the male protagonist will start to panic, then realize that he loves the female protagonist and that the things he did to hurt her were not his intention. He will then start to take revenge on others, claiming that he is avenging the female protagonist.
As a result, he couldn't bear to hurt even a single hair on his own head.
It's a pity that the female protagonist encountered it and its host. Now she won't turn back and throw herself into the arms of a scoundrel again. Let the scoundrel connect closely with the earth.
The system paused for a moment, then said, "Host, I feel that burying such rotten people in the ground as fertilizer is a kind of pollution."
Xiang Bei patted the system's head and laughed, "Not bad, System, your thinking has improved. You would never have thought like this before."
"No, no, it's mainly because the host taught me well."
After the system finished speaking, I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.
Just as he was about to speak, Xiang Bei pressed his head down, "Don't argue, they're definitely going to fight. Tong, who do you think will win, Si Yao or Chong Ming? Each of you bet on one, I'll bet on Si Yao, you bet on Chong Ming."
System: "..." I knew the host wouldn't miss the chance to trick it.
Outside the big screen, Si Yao laughed in anger at Chongming's extremely confident words. She looked up at Chongming and clicked her tongue, "Chongming, you still don't seem to have any remorse. It seems that you were not subdued by me at the entrance of the secret realm that day."
Upon seeing Si Yao's face suddenly transform into Yao Si's, Chongming's expression changed drastically. "You're Yao Si?"
He immediately denied it, saying, "No, that's absolutely impossible. Why would your cultivation level suddenly increase so much?"
Si Yao summoned her natal sword, stood up, and looked at Chongming, saying, "That's because I want to kill you to avenge my parents and those who were killed by demons. Have you forgotten what you've done before?"
"What do you mean?" Chongming asked, his eyes flashing.
Si Yao took out the image-recording stone, brushed her hand across it, and the image that appeared was of Chongming fighting with the silver-haired man that day.
Upon seeing those images, Chongming's expression changed drastically. He looked up at Si Yao, his gaze falling on the recording stone in her hand. "Where did you get this recording stone?"
"Does this matter?" Si Yao looked at Chongming, her sword already raised. "Chongming, what you should be thinking about now is how to kowtow and apologize to those innocent people who died tragically after you die."
Si Yao slashed with her sword, and Chongming quickly dodged the sword energy, pushing Wen Yin aside.
"This is between you and me, don't hurt Wen Yin."
"Tsk, even at a time like this, you still remember to play the hero and save the damsel in distress. Daoist Chongming, you let demons kill my family, yet you brought me back to the Heavenly Sword Sect and raised me in the name of your master. What exactly are you up to?"
Chongming looked at Siyao and suddenly laughed, "Ayao, people can never be brought back to life after they die. Your parents, and everyone in the village, were just ordinary people. They died for the peace of the world, so why do you have to dwell on the past?"
Si Yao was surprised that even at this point, Chongming still showed no remorse. She looked at her natal sword in her hand, its blade reflecting her image.
"So many lives lost, Chongming, have you truly felt no remorse all these years?"
Chongming's expression turned completely cold. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking aloof and detached from worldly affairs, just like how Si Yao had looked when she first met him.
That's how he looked at himself back then.
He looked like an immortal, but he was the one who directly caused the innocent deaths of the entire village.
Si Yao sneered. What she wanted to shatter was Chongming's repulsive, aloof demeanor. What kind of lousy immortal appearance was he? Inside, he was nothing but a despicable beast.
Do people who treat human life as worthless and mortals as insignificant ants truly deserve to ascend to the higher realms?
Every sword strike from Si Yao carried killing intent, forcing Chongming to use all his cultivation to defend against her. Even so, his body and face were covered in wounds inflicted by her sword strikes.
Chongming still insisted on his theory, "I said, those people died for a reason. Ayao, even if you are jealous because I am good to Wenyin, you should not bring up the past. Let bygones be bygones. If you are willing to come back to my side, I will not hold the past against you."
"Master." Wen Yin looked at Daoist Chongming in disbelief.
As a result, Daoist Chongming only glanced at her before his gaze fell on Si Yao. "If you really don't like Wen Yin, once you give her your spiritual root, I will send her far away. I can guarantee that from now on, you will be the only one by my side. Don't be willful anymore; throwing a tantrum now won't do you any good."
Si Yao looked at him and suddenly laughed. She knew that Chongming was such an extremely arrogant person, but hearing his words with her own ears, she found them ridiculous no matter how she looked at them.
Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still firmly believed that he was just jealous and throwing a tantrum because he was nice to Wen Yin.
"Senior, does he have some serious illness?"
[He must be quite ill.]
Si Yao was getting annoyed by his incessant chatter. While Chongming was indeed no match for her now, he had some magical artifacts that had shielded him from a lot of sword energy, preventing him from being seriously injured.
"Wait until you're dead before you say things like that."
Chongming remained confident, smiling at Siyao, "Ayao, stop fooling around. Are you really willing to kill me? I know how you feel about me."
He confidently reached out to Si Yao, only to see her natal sword fly towards him and pierce his chest.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Daoist Chongming, I think I accidentally poked it off."
Si Yao walked over and mercilessly pulled the sword from Chongming's body.
"How dare you hurt me?" Chongming looked down at his chest in disbelief. The wound was still bleeding. Si Yao was holding her natal sword and looking at him.
Chongming hurriedly tried to stop the bleeding, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the bleeding from the stab wound.
Si Yao picked up a Bloodstain Grass. "I heard you were looking for this, right? I only have one here. Is it for yourself or for your little apprentice?"
Chongming glared at Si Yao, his face contorted with rage. "Si Yao! You wicked disciple!"
Si Yao looked at Chongming, "Chongming, I am no longer a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. You killed my parents and made me call you Master for so many years. What kind of good person are you? Since you don't want this Bloodstain Grass, then forget it."
As she spoke, Si Yao destroyed the blood-spotted grass in her hand.
Wen Yin took the opportunity to sneak up behind Si Yao and launch a surprise attack, but Si Yao turned around and kicked her away.
That sword strike had caused Chongming considerable damage; the blood from the wound wouldn't stop, and he was still furious when he saw Wen Yin being kicked away by Si Yao.
"I think you're asking for it."
Chongming stopped expressing his confidence and released all his spiritual power. He still felt that Si Yao was no match for him. As for being stabbed by Si Yao, it was entirely because he was caught off guard; Si Yao's methods were clearly despicable.
This time, he was determined to show Si Yao that he was, after all, her master.
Si Yao looked at Daoist Chongming and sneered, "It seems your injuries have healed."
She released her cultivation level, not all of it, just enough to be slightly higher than Chongming's.
Even with his early Mahayana stage cultivation, he was more than capable of easily defeating him.
With just one move, he was knocked to the ground and unable to get up.
Chongming's hair ornament was shattered by the sword energy, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
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