Chapter 55 Without Ye Zhao, they are nothing
"Rong Yan?! Why is it you?"
The handsome and handsome junior brother in my memory has been tortured into this state!
Jiang Weiqing suppressed the churning in his stomach and carefully dragged Rong Yan out of the woodshed, all the way to a narrow stream behind the mountain.
As he cleaned Rong Yan's wound with trembling hands, he wondered in his heart.
What exactly happened?
Why was Rong Yan tortured into this state?
Rong Yan was choked by the river water and coughed violently, struggling to open his eyes.
The first sentence was: "Where is Fairy Wangyue?"
Jiang Weiqing laughed in anger and said sarcastically, "You're still thinking about her? Do you know what I just saw?"
He told Ye Wange everything he saw in her yard in one breath.
"She is not at all like the one we saw in our previous life. She has evil intentions and even wanted to turn me into a puppet. I was almost harmed by her!"
Rong Yan's eyes showed a struggle, and he shook his head painfully: "No, it's impossible... You're talking nonsense!"
Jiang Weiqing gritted his teeth and said, "Why did she leave you in the woodshed? Why didn't she ask you to heal your wounds? Why did she let your injuries worsen and turn you into this horrible state?!"
Rong Yan suddenly roared, "Shut up! What do you know?! She comes to see me every few days. Although, although... I know she is definitely helping me! It's just that the methods she uses are a bit too harsh. It won't be long before all my injuries are healed!"
Jiang Weiqing's face was full of disbelief, "You've been brainwashed!"
"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go find Ye Zhao. Only she can save us!"
Rong Yan propped up his severely injured body and said word by word, gritting his teeth: "I would rather die here than go find that woman!"
Jiang Weiqing's eyes widened. "Rong Yan, if it weren't for Ye Zhao, we wouldn't have been able to reach the Spiritual Transformation Realm in our previous lives! Do you think, without her, we could have gotten those opportunities to become stronger on our own? Without her, we'd be nothing!"
Rong Yan's face was filled with dissatisfaction: "Have you forgotten? We killed her together back then, and now you're speaking for her? You've changed, Jiang Weiqing, you're no longer the same person you were back then!"
Jiang Weiqing felt a surge of powerlessness in his heart.
He knew that it was useless to say anything to such a stubborn person, so he simply left Rong Yan behind and walked towards Qingyue Peak.
"Okay, I can't persuade you, I'll go find Master myself!"
Rong Yan looked at Jiang Weiqing's receding back, his eyes flickering.
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and whispered:
"I'll go too. No matter what, I'm going to find Ye Zhao and get that thing back..."
When Ye Zhao was young, he was training outside and accidentally found a flute in a cave in a deserted mountain.
There is a remnant soul of the demon in the flute, which can resonate with his consciousness.
This flute was originally a treasure left behind by his demon clan, so it should belong to him.
When he recovered from his injuries, the first thing he did was to ask Ye Zhao to return the Soul-Devouring Bone Flute.
Unexpectedly, Ye Zhao said that the flute was filled with extremely evil energy, and contained the remnant soul of the demon.
If he holds on to it for a long time, the evil spirit inside will devour his consciousness, and in the end, he may even become food for the evil spirit.
She also said that if he really regarded her as his master, he should listen to her. Cultivating the Dao depends on oneself, not on such unorthodox methods.
Of course, he would not believe Ye Zhao's excuse, and Fairy Wangyue also said that the bone flute was a rare magical treasure in the world.
Unfortunately, due to his lack of strength, he could only kneel down in front of her and beg desperately, but Ye Zhao was determined. No matter how he begged, she refused to return the bone flute.
In the end, he watched helplessly as Ye Zhao relied on the Soul-Devouring Bone Flute to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm in just a few years, while he himself was still struggling.
The hatred in his heart took root at that time.
"I must go to Qingyue Peak and get the Soul-Devouring Bone Flute back! Regardless of whether Ye Zhao agrees or not..."
Rong Yan rushed up to Qingyue Peak with a heart full of anger. As soon as he landed, he saw spiritual light rising into the sky above the hall. Ye Zhao was sitting cross-legged, and spiritual power surged around him. Compared with her in the early stage of Jindan, it was like heaven and earth.
It turned out to be... the early stage of Nascent Soul!
Rong Yan was stunned for a moment, then his expression darkened, the jealousy in his eyes almost becoming tangible.
How could she, a mediocre person, reach the Nascent Soul stage in such a short time? She must have borrowed the power of the Soul Devouring Bone Flute!
Thinking of this, he drew his sword with a cold face, and the sword light, carrying a cold murderous intent, rushed towards Ye Zhao and shouted sternly: "Ye Zhao, return the bone flute to me! It should have been mine!"
However, before the sword energy approached, Ye Zhao simply raised his hand and flicked his fingertips lightly.
With an action like dispersing dust, the long sword in Rong Yan's hand was easily knocked away, and he fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
Rong Yan stood up in a panic, gritting his teeth and saying, "Just wait! I'm going to find Fairy Wangyue, she will definitely help me! I will make you pay for this!"
Ye Zhao looked at him disdainfully, "No need to bother her."
She threw something casually, and it landed at Rong Yan's feet with a "thump".
It was the pitch-black and cold soul-devouring bone flute.
Rong Yan was immediately overjoyed, thinking that Ye Zhao had finally realized the situation and knew that he was not someone she could afford to offend, so he obediently handed over the bone flute.
He snorted coldly and grabbed the bone flute, not noticing the hint of sarcasm that flashed across Ye Zhao's eyes.
He turned around impatiently and went straight to the back mountain of Qingyue Peak.
Deep in the valley, ancient trees stand tall and the wind blows coldly.
Rong Yan chose a secluded place and sat cross-legged, holding the bone flute reverently in his hands.
"Bone Flute, I finally got you again... As long as I can resonate with your residual soul, I will surely break through and reach the summit! When that time comes, Ye Zhao, I will make you a corpse under my feet!"
Rong Yan closed his eyes and slowly poured his spiritual power into the flute.
The bloodstains on the flute quietly lit up, and a strange red light emerged little by little, like a living earthworm wriggling and twisting on its surface.
"Come on..." Rong Yan murmured, "Let me resonate with you, let me return to the peak..."
A chilling aura emanated from the bone flute and slowly reached him through the air.
At this critical moment when resonance gradually builds up——
"Bang!"
A foot suddenly kicked out, hitting Rong Yan hard in the chest! He flew several feet away like a kite with a broken string, slamming hard into the rock wall behind him, blood spurting out of his mouth.
The bone flute also rolled to the ground, and a hand quickly reached out and snatched it away!
“Hahahahahaha!”
Wild laughter exploded in the woods.
The person who came was a young man wearing the uniform of a Xia Lingfeng disciple. The disciple badge on his chest was clearly visible in the moonlight. His hair was messy and his eyes were red, revealing a sense of madness.
"As long as I have it, I can become stronger and reach the top of the avenue! Hahahahahaha!"
The young man held the bone flute in both hands, his eyes twisted with greed.
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