Chapter 45: Bao Dejun is reluctant to leave
The treasure in the treasure chest is a spiritual bead that emits a soft light, called the "Dew Bead".
Feng Ziang held it carefully, as if it were a precious gem, and was so happy that he wanted to share this joy with He Yushu.
He walked quickly to He Yushu's side and handed the dew bead to him like a treasure: "Yushu, look, this bead is so beautiful and full of spiritual energy. It must be a rare treasure!"
However, He Yushu just glanced at him indifferently, without any fluctuation in his eyes, only lingering indifference and alienation.
He slightly turned his body to avoid Feng Ziang's hand, and said in a cold tone: "No need." These three simple words were like a basin of ice water that extinguished the burning passion in Feng Ziang's heart and made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.
The dewdrops in his hands seemed to have lost their luster and became heavy, weighing him down so much that he couldn't breathe.
At this moment, the entire ruins suddenly shook violently, cracks began to appear on the stone walls, and broken stones fell down.
Everyone cried out in surprise and the scene was in chaos.
It turns out that opening the treasure chest triggered a hidden mechanism in the ruins!
Feng Ziang reacted quickly. He put the dew beads into his arms and quickly formed seals with his hands. Powerful spiritual power surged through his body. His special spiritual roots quickly absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy and transformed it into pure spiritual power, forming a huge golden light shield that enveloped the surrounding disciples.
"Don't panic, everyone. I'm here!" Feng Ziang's voice was steady and powerful, bringing a little comfort to the panicked people.
The other disciples were terrified and huddled together tightly, but Feng Ziang was calm and composed, with a firm gaze. His powerful strength and composure in the face of danger were displayed again, like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, calming everyone's hearts.
Captain Chen also nodded secretly, and was quite appreciative of Feng Ziang's performance.
However, just when everyone thought that the crisis was about to be resolved, Zi Ling's face suddenly changed drastically. She pointed at Feng Ziang and screamed, "...It's all Feng Ziang's fault..." At this time, Zi Ling suddenly shouted, "It's all Feng Ziang's fault. He triggered the agency and put us in danger!" He Yushu's gaze suddenly fell on Feng Ziang, his brows locked, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to read.
Although Feng Ziang tried his best to explain that it was unintentional, He Yushu seemed not to be listening at all. He just turned his face away coldly without saying a word.
This indifferent attitude is more hurtful than any words.
The shaking of the ruins became more and more violent, the cracks on the stone walls continued to expand, and rubble fell like raindrops.
To make matters worse, a group of puppets summoned by the power of the ruins emerged from all directions. They had hideous faces and held sharp blades in their hands, and launched a fierce attack on everyone.
Feng Ziang was anxious, but he had to cheer himself up and rushed to the front alone to resist the attack of the puppets.
During the fierce battle, the special spiritual roots in his body operated rapidly, continuously absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and transforming it into pure spiritual power to replenish the energy he consumed.
He performed various powerful spells, his sword shone like rainbows, his palms struck like thunder, and the puppets were smashed to pieces, turning into dust.
However, there were too many puppets to be killed or destroyed.
What made Feng Ziang even more heartbroken was that He Yushu deliberately stayed away from him during the fight, as if he was deliberately avoiding him.
This distracted Feng Ziang, and he was almost hit by the puppet several times.
He felt bitter and didn't understand why He Yushu treated him so coldly.
Were all the previous things false?
Just when Feng Ziang was about to collapse, the vibration of the ruins suddenly stopped, and the puppet disappeared.
The survivors sat paralyzed on the ground, gasping for breath.
Captain Chen walked up to Feng Ziang, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry for you this time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
Feng Ziang forced a smile and said nothing.
His eyes fell on He Yushu who was not far away. He saw He Yushu whispering something to Zi Ling. The atmosphere between the two seemed a little subtle.
After the battle, Feng Ziang dragged his tired body towards He Yushu.
The dust and scars on his body looked particularly shocking in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "Yu Shu... Can't you really give me another chance?"
He Yushu didn't look at him, his eyes were as cold as ice: "Let's stop here." After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, his clothes fluttering, like a lone wild goose flying across the sky, resolute and cold.
Feng Ziang looked at his receding back, his heart aching.
He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but he only grabbed a handful of air.
The dewdrops in his hand also became icy cold at this moment, as if mocking his wishful thinking.
He stumbled back a step and nearly fell.
At this moment, a powerful force burst out from his body.
He looked up to the sky and roared loudly. The dew beads in his hand shone brightly, and the surrounding spiritual energy rushed towards him madly as if summoned, forming a huge vortex.
At this moment, his spiritual power instantly rose to a higher level, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, and reached the middle stage of foundation building!
The disciples around were stunned by this sudden change. They stared at Feng Ziang in amazement, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
Even Captain Chen, who was always stern, couldn't help but look shocked.
He Yushu paused slightly, but he did not look back in the end, and his figure disappeared into the night.
Zi Ling stood aside, watching this scene, a smug smile on her face.
She gently stroked a jade pendant in her hand, with a sinister light flashing in her eyes.
Feng Ziang slowly put down his hand, and the light of the dewdrops gradually dimmed.
He looked at the direction where He Yushu left, feeling bitter.
"Feng Ziang," Zi Ling walked up to him and said softly, "Are you okay?"
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