Chapter 14: Rescue He Zimo After five waves of falling rocks, the formation...
After five waves of falling rocks, cracks appeared in the formation. Li Youyang frowned slightly. His low spiritual power was indeed a bit troublesome. "Li Yuan, give me the ice shield in the space ring."
Bei Liyuan searched for a while and took out an ice crystal: "Master."
Li Youyang took it and gently carved it with his fingertips. In an instant, the ice crystals turned into a thin water shield that covered the wooden boat.
After sailing for a while, the wooden boat suddenly shook violently, and then a loud bang was heard not far away.
Li Youyang put down the teacup and looked into the distance. A monk in blue was being besieged by dozens of monks. The flint came from the fight between the two sides.
He Wenyan frowned. "Judging from their clothes, they're disciples of the Hunyuan Sect. That fellow Taoist must have obtained some powerful treasure that attracted them to rob him."
Li Youyang moved his fingertips slightly, and the direction of the wooden boat changed slightly, preparing to detour.
At this moment, the blue-robed monk broke free from the encirclement and flew towards the wooden boat on his sword. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the boat and bowed respectfully, "Daoyou, I have obtained a semi-divine weapon. Rather than letting the people of Hunyuan Sect take it away, I would rather give it to you. I only ask that you give me a ride."
He Wenyan's eyes were bright. Semi-god weapons were rare in the world, but the other party was Hunyuan Sect after all. In their eyes, whoever was seen by them was theirs. If they took action, they would inevitably be entangled by Hunyuan Sect in the future. It goes without saying in the past, but in Senior Li's situation now, it would be better not to interfere.
Seeing that the Hunyuan Sect cultivators were about to catch up, the blue-robed cultivator looked anxious. He raised his hand and an icy immortal sword floated in the air: "Daoyou, this is the immortal sword."
Li Youyang looked up and saw that the ice element was suitable for Nangong Liuchu. He waved his sleeves lightly and the water shield opened a door. The blue-robed monk quickly slipped in. The water shield closed in an instant. Li Youyang's fingertips quickly carved, and in an instant, the spiritual energy of the wooden boat was completely hidden.
The Hunyuan Sect cultivator who was chasing them suddenly stopped and said, "This...was there a flying boat just now?"
"He can hide his presence in an instant from us. He is not someone we can provoke. Go back and report to Master before making any plans."
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On the wooden boat, the blue-robed monk respectfully presented the Mystic Ice Sword: "My name is Chu Yu. Thank you for your help today."
Li Youyang took the sword and carved on it with his fingertips. With a phoenix cry, the Xuanbing Sword turned into an ice-colored phoenix and soared into the sky. When it returned to his hand, there was an extra phoenix symbol on the hilt.
Chu Yu was slightly stunned. When he had received the Xuanbing Sword, the sword spirit had sealed it with an ancient talisman. Otherwise, even with his celestial immortal cultivation, he wouldn't have been in such a state of disarray. But even he would have needed to go back and study this ancient talisman carefully before he could possibly decipher it. Yet, this fellow Daoist before him had erased it with just a glance. Moreover, he could tell that this person hadn't even established their foundation. What was this fellow Daoist's origin?
Li Youyang put away the Xuanbing Sword and asked Bei Liyuan for the space ring. He took out a pill and a fairy sword from it and handed them to Chu Yu: "Although the quality of this fairy sword is not as good as the Xuanbing Sword, it is compatible with your spiritual veins. When you wield it, its power will be even greater than that of the Xuanbing Sword."
Chu Yu took it with shock in his eyes. If he recognized the mark on the pill correctly, it should have been made by the Medicine Saint. However, the quality of the pill was not high, so it should have been refined by the Medicine Saint in his early years.
This sword was a thunder-type Dao weapon, second only to demigod weapons. However, compared to the Mysterious Ice Sword, he desired a thunder-type immortal sword even more, even if it was a Mysterious Weapon. After all, thunder-type immortal swords were more difficult to cultivate than other types, and the drop rate of high-grade ones was extremely low. In a true sense, the other party had suffered a considerable loss.
After coming back to his senses, Chu Yu hurriedly thanked him.
Li Youyang nodded slightly. This trip happened to be in need of a person with high cultivation. With this person accompanying him, He Zimo's problem should be solved. "If you have nothing to do, Fellow Daoist Chu, could you come with us to take care of some trivial matters?"
Chu Yu said hurriedly: "Of course."
Li Youyang thanked her and ignored Chu Yu. He touched the cold teacup, frowned, and started to make tea again.
Chu Yu took the pill and began to regulate his breathing. A quarter of an hour later, all his previous serious injuries were healed. It was worthy of being a healing pill refined by the Medicine Saint. Although it was of the highest quality, its effect was stronger than the immortal products refined by other alchemists.
After recovering from his injuries, Chu Yu used a dust removal technique to completely get rid of his disheveled appearance, revealing a handsome face and a bright temperament.
Chu Yu looked at Li Youyang, only to see him leaning lazily on the table with one hand supporting his forehead, his eyes slightly closed, his snow-white hair sliding down his shoulders, and his slender jade fingers stroking the teacup boredly.
Chu Yu felt his heart skip a beat. How could someone in this world have such an elegant and gentle temperament? In the past, he had devoted himself to spiritual practice, believing that love was useless. If his parents hadn't stopped him, he would have practiced the path of ruthlessness. But today, with just one glance, he was tempted by worldly desires.
He Wenyan frowned. He knew Chu Yu's look too well. How could he covet Senior Li? He coughed deliberately to remind her.
Realizing his loss of composure, Chu Yu turned his head away awkwardly, but his heart was beating even faster. He had always been a decisive person, and since he had discovered someone's feelings, he would never let her go. He had to find a chance to inquire about the other person's background so that he could go to her house and ask for marriage.
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A day later, the wooden boat arrived above the He family. Looking at the dilapidated He Mansion, He Wenyan felt mixed emotions. Li Youyang patted him on the shoulder gently and got off the flying boat.
He Wenyan took Li Youyang and others to the place where He Zimo was sealed: "Senior Li, our great-grandfather is inside."
Li Youyang raised his eyes. The seal hadn't been removed, yet the demonic aura was already leaking out, revealing just how severely the person inside had been infected. If this wasn't resolved, He Zimo was likely to be killed by the demonic aura.
Thinking of this, Li Youyang looked at Chu Yu and asked, "Have you ever fought against someone with the cultivation level of a semi-saint?"
Chu Yu nodded. He was taught tactics by the elders of the clan almost every day.
Li Youyang then said to He Wenyan, "Take Li Yuan back to the wooden boat and drive it away. I will take action in half an hour."
He Wenyan's eyes were filled with worry: "Senior Li...Okay, I understand."
Yu Luo took Bei Liyuan and boarded the flying boat, sailing away.
Half an hour later, Li Youyang quickly formed a formation. Ten breaths later, the seal was broken, and He Zimo rushed towards him with demonic energy.
Chu Yu stepped forward to stop him, and his eyes darkened as they fought. Although they both had the cultivation level of a semi-saint, the elder of his family was definitely not on the same level as this one.
"Fellow Daoist, please stay away. I'm worried..." Before he could finish his words, he was already injured.
"Concentrate." Li Youyang said coldly.
The two fought for another quarter of an hour. There was no healthy spot on Chu Yu's body. His injuries were much more serious than before. He could hardly stand up, but he would not fall in front of Li Youyang.
Chu Yu was knocked down again. When she struggled to get up and was about to rush forward, she heard Li Youyang's voice: "That's enough."
Before Chu Yu could react, she heard Li Youyang say the words "start the formation" in a deep voice.
Then a strong golden light enveloped He Zimo. At the same time, Li Youyang took out a Qingxin Bell and carved something on his hand. The Qingxin Bell flew into the formation and a pleasant bell sound was emitted.
He Zimo screamed in pain inside the formation and struggled to escape.
After taking a short breath, Chu Yu walked to Li Youyang's side and wanted to take him away from here.
Li Youyang slightly turned sideways to avoid Chu Yu's touch: "It's okay, you can leave on your own."
At this time, Chu Yu didn't dare to leave. If the people inside broke out of the formation, he could still stop them.
At this time, cracks appeared in the golden light array. Chu Yu silently clenched his fists and took a step forward.
Li Youyang frowned. He Zimo was more possessed by the devil than he thought. His cultivation would probably be greatly reduced after he woke up. Thinking of this, he moved his fingertips quickly and a formation repaired the crack.
Two full hours passed, and the people inside finally stopped resisting. Li Youyang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't show it on his face, he was actually a little worried.
Chu Yu said softly, "Do you want to take a break?"
In two hours, Li Youyang drew nearly five hundred formations to repair the cracks in the golden light. It was really laborious. Cheng Yanjun's body had not yet established a foundation, and he was usually lax and very fragile. Li Youyang was indeed very tired.
Chu Yu wanted to help Li Youyang draw a formation to cultivate his spiritual energy. Just as she was about to take action, she looked back and found that Li Youyang had already finished drawing it and started to regulate his breathing.
Chu Yu was stunned for a moment. If this person could practice cultivation, he could probably become a saint just by practicing formations.
It wasn't until dawn that the golden light gradually dissipated. The demonic energy on He Zimo completely faded, and he was still in a coma. Li Youyang sent a message to He Wenyan and the others, and when they returned, He Zimo had just woken up.
He Wenyan stepped forward, knelt, and said with a sob, "Great-grandfather, you finally woke up."
He Zimo nodded slightly. He had been immersed in the evil spirit and lived in a daze for so many years. He thought that he would live like this until his death, and he didn't expect that there would be a day when he would wake up.
"Thank you, old friend."
Li Youyang hummed.
He Zimo added, "You three go out first. I have something to say to an old friend."
After He Wenyan and Bei Liyuan left, Chu Yu hesitated slightly before finally leaving. Before leaving, she said worriedly, "Daoyou, I'll be outside the door. If you need anything, you can call me."
Only He Zimo and Li Youyang were left in the room.
Li Youyang asked, "Why are you so deeply infected by the demonic energy?"
He Zimo took out an ink-colored crystal and handed it to Li Youyang: "The demons have been looking for this."
Li Youyang took it and asked, "What is this?"
He Zimo shook his head. "I only heard the demons call this a divine formula fragment, and I have no idea what it's used for. When I heard the news of your death, I headed for the Guanhe Sword Sect. As I was about to arrive, I encountered a demon sneaking out of the sect. I chased him and snatched this object from him. During the interrogation, he self-destructed his demon core, causing me to be infected by demonic energy. Although I don't know what this object is, if the demons want it, I can't let it fall into their hands again. I'm afraid I can't protect it in my current state, so I can only entrust it to you."
Li Youyang laughed: "Do you think my condition is better than yours? You might as well hand this item over to Guanhe Sword Sect or give it to Fuguang Jun for safekeeping."
He Zimo shook his head: "There are many suspicious points about your death back then. You were seriously injured in the battle with Fu Guangjun and then sacrificed your soul. It's too coincidental. I don't trust Nan Liujing or Fu Guangjun."
Li Youyang lowered his eyes, his fingertips moved slightly, and a formation sealed the aura of the divine fragment and put the thing away. "Well, I'll keep it for now, and if I meet the right person in the future, I'll pass it on. What about you, what are your plans?"
He Zimo's eyes darkened. "My cultivation has been reduced by a large part. Naturally, I need to find a place to cultivate properly. Ten years from now, I will repay this hatred a hundredfold."
Li Youyang took out a bottle of medicine: "That medicine maniac made this some time ago, maybe you can use it."
He Zimo took it and asked: "How did you die?"
Li Youyang was silent.
"Forget it. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. I'll leave the young man from the He family outside the door in your care."
After saying this, he left without giving Li Youyang a chance to react.
Li Youyang: ...
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Inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, the demon general Lou Cang's eyes were gloomy. The aura of the fragment of the divine formula that Lou Ze had lost that year was actually sealed!
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