Chapter 29: The Mystery of the Dual Cultivation and the Soul Stalking
The mystery of the dual cultivation and the soul following
The Yin-Yang Spring, the interwoven light column of ice and fire is like an eternal furnace, continuously forging the two figures in the light column.
Time lost its meaning. After an unknown amount of time, the violent energy fluctuations finally began to subside. The interwoven pillars of crimson-gold and icy-blue light gradually shrank and dimmed, ultimately transforming into two soft halos, lingering around Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou, respectively, flickering like breaths before finally completely withdrawing and absorbing into their bodies.
The swirling vortex of the Yin-Yang Spring gradually calmed down, and the red-gold and ice-blue spring water resumed its relatively calm flow, but the majestic power of creation and vitality was obviously much thinner.
Li Jiuyou was the first to stand up suddenly from Yangquan!
The crimson-gold spring water flowed down his sturdy muscles, emitting a scorching white mist. His crimson-gold pupils suddenly opened, like a dormant beast awakening, emitting two sharp rays of light that seemed to have substance! The aura of a demon king, more condensed and fierce than before, yet less violent and agitated, spread out with a bang! The weakness brought by the severe injury was swept away, replaced by a reborn strength! The original demon fire flowed steadily through his meridians, like a tamed river of lava, full of explosive power. Although he was still far from his peak state, at least he had escaped the desperate situation of self-immolation at any moment!
"Roar!" A hearty, unparalleled roar erupted from Li Jiuyou's throat, rippling the surface of the spring. He subconsciously stretched his muscles, and his bones crackled with a powerful force.
However, as soon as he let out this growl, his movements suddenly froze.
His gaze fell uncontrollably and with incredible precision on the figure that was slowly standing up in the ice spring.
Jiang Xuelan broke out of the water.
Icy-blue spring water flowed down his body, soaking through his white undergarment, clinging to his slender, well-proportioned frame, outlining his lean yet powerful features. Surrounded by the chill of the spring, he possessed a breathtakingly cold beauty. His damp silver hair plastered to his pale cheeks and neck, adding to his sense of fragmentation. He slowly opened his eyes, his icy blue pupils like the purest gemstones from the depths of a thousand-year-old glacier, deep and cold, yet as if tempered by a certain indescribable... **transparency**?
The swirling ice fragments within his sea of consciousness were largely smoothed by the power of creation, and the exfoliation pain that had penetrated deep into his bones was greatly alleviated. More crucially, the restless demonic heat deep within his dantian was completely suppressed, like a frozen volcano, temporarily extinguishing its threat. The God-Slaying Gu's restlessness also subsided, firmly locked within the power of the Ultimate Yin.
The unprecedented sense of relief almost made him sigh.
But the next moment, he met a pair of red-gold eyes with complex and incomprehensible emotions.
Almost instantly, the humiliation of having his memories peeped into, the absurdity of having his collarbone bitten, the shame and anger of being forced to "be honest"... like an icy spring pouring back, it instantly swept over Jiang Xuelan's newly soothed mind! The frozen mask covered his face again, and his eyes were ten times colder than the coldness of the Yin Spring!
And the moment Li Jiuyou met those icy blue eyes, the humiliation of childhood bullying, the inferiority complex of having "impure" blood, and the shock of being forced to "share" the other person's cold and desperate memories... surged in his chest like magma! Especially when his eyes swept over the other person's neck, the small wound half-hidden by the collar, already scabbed but still clearly visible... **That was his bite! **
A strong emotion, mixed with embarrassment, irritability and a hint of inexplicable guilt, instantly overwhelmed the Demon King's sense of joy after just breaking through!
The air froze again.
Across the mingled spring of yin and yang, through the lingering mist, the two stared at each other in silence. One's gaze was like ice, freezing the soul; the other's was like fire, scorching everything. The subtle connection and resonance they had just been forced to establish during their dual cultivation now transformed into the sharpest thorns, pricking both of them uncomfortably.
"What are you looking at!" Li Jiuyou was the first to break the silence, his tone fierce, with an irritation that was trying to hide but only becoming more obvious. He turned his head abruptly, and a few drops of water fell from his long red-gold hair. "If you look at me again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!" He wiped the water stains from his face roughly, as if he wanted to erase some non-existent trace.
Jiang Xuelan pursed his thin lips, his icy blue eyes growing even colder. He raised his hand, a chill lingering around his fingertips, instantly evaporating the moisture from his body, even his soaked undergarments, returning them to a crisp, white state. His movements were graceful, yet tinged with a cold, distant air that seemed to repel anyone from afar.
"Once your injury is healed, get out of here." The voice was cold and calm, as if he was chasing away an annoying fly.
Li Jiuyou whipped his head around, his scarlet-gold eyes practically spitting fire. "Who are you telling to get out of here?! This Ten Thousand Demons Tomb is yours?! I'll stay wherever I want!" He stiffened his neck, like a ferocious beast whose tail had been stepped on. He had clearly recovered a good deal, and his aura was full, but when he met Jiang Xuelan's icy eyes, he felt a tinge of confidence... a lack of it?
Just as the two of them exchanged glances, sparks flew, and it seemed that another "fountainside quarrel" was about to begin——
An indescribable, cold, prying feeling, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, penetrated the barrier of space without warning and suddenly descended!
The two of them froze almost at the same time and became alert instantly!
Jiang Xuelan's icy blue eyes were as sharp as knives, and his consciousness instantly swept around! Li Jiuyou's red gold demonic power instinctively surged, and his fierce aura locked onto the source of the prying feeling!
It was the Soul-Sinking Mist! The swirling gray-black fog hadn't receded, still enveloping the isolated, island-like spring space like a vast curtain. Deep within the fog, the giant "eye" condensed from the Soul-Sinking Mist, filled with resentment and malice, silently hovered, its hollow "pupil" fixedly "staring" at them!
Even more bizarre was the fact that, under the giant eye's "gaze," the previously calm soul-sinking fog around them began to violently surge and contract, as if stirred by an invisible hand! The thick, icy mist increased in density at a visible rate, its gray-black color becoming even darker. The mutterings of the dead souls became clear and sharp once again, filled with greed and some kind of... **urgent desire**?
"Hmph! Playing tricks!" Li Jiuyou snorted coldly, and the red-gold demonic power condensed into a ball of jumping flames in his palm, and he was about to blast it over, "Look, I'll burn your ghost eye with fire!"
"Idiot!" Jiang Xuelan shouted, and his icy blue immortal power instantly cast a thin ice shield in front of him. This was not to defend against Li Jiuyou, but to be vigilant of the changes in the mist. "The soul-sinking mist is condensing! It's draining power!"
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