Chapter 93 93 "My spiritual power has also been exhausted." ...
When Fu Tingyun decided to meet Su Xiaoyuan with his true face, he knew that it was impossible to fool her with the excuse of "similar appearance". She was simple and kind, not a fool.
So he arranged a reasonable identity for himself. Although there were not many creatures in the secret realm, they were by no means rare. Since it was a secret realm formed by his experiences, it was normal for the mirror spirit to share a face with him. Even the similarities in expressions, habits, and personalities could be explained by the same reason.
It is also very simple to make this identity disappear - Tai Yan's secret realm is not open to anyone. When she comes out of the secret realm, tell her the "truth" and then you can naturally part ways.
However, there was actually a real monster hiding in this secret realm, which gave him the opportunity to completely disappear this identity.
The secret realm is about to collapse, and the realm spirits that depend on the secret realm will naturally not be able to exist any longer.
They met by chance, and Su Xiaoyuan obviously only regarded him as a trial partner and an ordinary friend. Ending it as soon as possible could avoid future troubles.
No matter how you think about it, this is the safest option.
But for some reason I felt inexplicably flustered.
Fu Tingyun's mind raced, suppressing the urge to confess everything: "I am the realm spirit of this secret realm."
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned, vaguely remembering that Kaishan had mentioned that some secret realms had stronger spiritual energy and would indeed give birth to spirits and even condense physical entities.
She didn't doubt his words. On the contrary, after hearing what he said, many of her mysteries were explained. For example, his strength and aura far surpassed that of an average Foundation Establishment cultivator, his face that didn't belong to an NPC, his flowing silver hair like moonlight, and the inhuman aura that surrounded him.
Compared to an ordinary casual cultivator, the identity of an elf is more reasonable.
But the problem is that she has read the original book, but she doesn't remember the book mentioning the existence of a spirit in this secret realm, and he doesn't seem to be among the characters who appear in the book.
Could it be that the butterfly effect caused the change in the plot line?
"But why did you pretend to be a priest and mix among us?" Su Xiaoyuan asked.
"Because no one has ever entered this secret realm since it was formed," Fu Shiyu looked at her. "I saw you in the woods that night and was a little curious."
Curiosity is inevitable, just like when a guest comes to an isolated village, the villagers will inevitably go to see what's happening, not to mention that he is a lonely soul.
But why didn’t he appear in the original book?
"Is it because of me..." Su Xiaoyuan thought to herself.
"Yes," Fu Shiyu nodded, his eyes filled with the innocent and wild beast-like look, "Because you walked straight towards the ogre camp, I didn't know what you were going to do, so I transformed into a human form and followed you."
Su Xiaoyuan: “…” It turned out to be the butterfly effect caused by her!
"Since you are a realm spirit, your cultivation should be quite high, so why do you pretend to be a foundation-building cultivator?" She still had many confusions in her heart.
"You haven't established your foundation yet," Fu Shiyu said, "I don't want to be too far behind you."
Su Xiaoyuan still felt something was wrong: "Your identity is fake, so you don't have a master? Who taught you swordsmanship and cooking?"
Fu Shiyu: "The secret realm is formed by the realm master's memory, and the realm spirit is the realm master's shadow. I have also learned some of what he knows."
Su Xiaoyuan opened her eyes wide in surprise, and then suddenly realized.
No wonder she felt that his demeanor and behavior were somewhat similar to Fu Tingyun when she first met him, his personality and way of speaking were similar, and even the seasonings of the dishes were similar, because the model of the puppet man and the realm spirit was the same person!
The amount of information was so overwhelming that her mind was in a tangle. Only one clear thought remained – Immortal Master Ling Yue could actually cook?!
She shook her head: "Then your appearance..."
Fu Shiyu nodded: "It's the same as his, the only difference is the hair color, I have white hair and he has black hair."
No wonder!
She said that such top-notch beauty could not be seen by ordinary people, and only with such appearance could she make the heroine obsessed with her and fall in love with her at first sight.
Wait…it seems like the heroine didn’t have a single glance at Jing Ling for ten thousand years.
As if guessing her thoughts, Jing Ling explained, "Only you can see my true face. I appear different to others."
No wonder they were only generally amazed when they saw him, not as shocked as she was.
"Why can I be the only one who can see this?"
"Because you are my first..." Fu Shiyu hesitated, "friend."
Su Xiaoyuan smiled shyly, dimples faintly visible at the corners of her mouth: "Thank you for trusting me so much, Fu Shiyu..."
Then she suddenly remembered something, her smile disappeared, and she said angrily, "So you said it was contaminated with evil spirits, and that's the only way to cure it..."
Fu Shiyu looked into her eyes calmly: "I lied to you. I was just looking for an excuse to get close to you because I am a despicable and shameless spirit."
Su Xiaoyuan choked. His frank admission and clear self-awareness left her speechless.
"Is Brother Su angry?" The male spirit asked her shamelessly, tilting his head slightly.
"Of course I'm angry!" Su Xiaoyuan said, "But let's talk about this later. Let's find a way to escape from here first..."
"Wait, let's deal with the monsters here first."
Su Xiaoyuan was shocked: "Can you beat him alone?"
She remembered that the big demon in this secret realm was very powerful, and in the end it was Immortal Master Ling Yue who came personally to kill him. The book repeatedly emphasized that the powerful man never left Longji Peak unless necessary, and the thing that could bother him to make a personal trip must not be a simple thing.
"Fellow Daoist Su, just watch." Fu Shiyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and drew out the tattered sword from his waist.
He simply raised his sword lightly and slashed it casually. The originally calm dark river suddenly rose into the sky like a huge silver dragon, and then like a silver steel whip, it lashed towards the towering Demon Palace on the opposite bank.
Such a huge palace collapsed in an instant like a sand castle built by a child.
The huge white waves destroyed the palace, and countless green, black, and bizarre monsters and naked white people were washed out by the water from between the broken walls, collapsed windows, beams and pillars.
Thousands of monsters crawled out of the water in a panic, running and flying with weapons in hand, rushing towards them like a swarm of ants and a black tide.
The scene was so strange that Su Xiaoyuan couldn't even think of escaping. Her feet seemed to be nailed firmly to the ground.
She had never seen such strange and disgusting things. Some of them were similar to the monsters she saw in the woods that day, barely having a human or animal shape. Others were made up of various animals, and you could still tell which animals the parts belonged to, such as a snake covered with eyes from head to tail. Others were completely distorted and abstract, and no specific shape could be seen.
On the other hand, the devil Yang Mei looked almost like a normal person, only taller and stronger. He even painted his face white like a dandy man. He wore a bright purple embroidered silk robe, revealing two pectoral muscles that were bigger than hers, and his body was covered with gold, silver and jewelry.
The reason why Su Xiaoyuan recognized him was not because of his appearance, but because he was holding a golden halberd in one hand and holding the heroine in a red gauze dress, also covered with jewels, in the other.
The reason why she recognized the heroine was because she was crying out "Fellow Daoist Fu, help me!" Her voice was devoid of the subtle sense of superiority of the Celestial Dragons, and it sounded pitiful and miserable.
Su Xiaoyuan was soft-hearted. Even though she didn't like the heroine, she couldn't bear to hear others asking for help like this, so she immediately looked at Fellow Daoist Fu.
The Yang Mei also shouted across the river, "Your companions and Taiyan's disciples are in my hands. Why don't you surrender?"
Fu Shiyu seemed to have suddenly become deaf and blind.
Su Xiaoyuan had no choice but to pull his sleeve: "Fellow Daoist Fu..."
Fu Shiyu turned around and said in a voice that could be heard clearly by those on the other side: "Fellow Daoist Su, do you want to save her?"
Su Xiaoyuan nodded.
She and the heroine have some disagreements, but it's not a deep hatred. Moreover, the heroine is the center of the universe. If she really dies, no one knows what will happen. It is possible that the whole world will be destroyed.
Fu Shiyu said: "Since Fellow Daoist Su wants to save me, then let's do it."
"What big talk!" Yang Mei laughed loudly. "How dare a mere realm spirit to act so arrogantly towards me..."
Before he could utter the remaining two words, his demonic body suddenly split into two parts from the waist to the sides.
He lowered his head in confusion and saw the neatly broken waist. The cross-section of the spine and internal organs was as smooth as a pattern drawn on paper, colorful and quite beautiful.
It was not until pure demonic energy gushed out from the broken edge that he realized what he was seeing. He fell to the ground without even uttering a scream.
Ling Sangrou uttered a half-sharp scream for him, then fell into the river with a "gulp" and soon disappeared.
Although the demon leader was dead, those stupid and ferocious low-level monsters did not know how to retreat and continued to rush forward.
"Close your eyes if you feel disgusted." Fu Shiyu said in her ear.
He stood beside her, glanced at the surging black tide, and slowly took off his black cloak, draped it over Su Xiaoyuan's shoulders, carefully fastened the straps, and lifted the hood to cover most of her face: "It will be a little cold."
He only raised his sword when he saw some diligent and ambitious monsters flying and crawling across the dark river, about to pounce on their feet.
This time, Su Xiaoyuan couldn't even see the movement of his sword. She only felt a blue-white light flashing in front of her eyes like water waves, and a murderous frosty air rose around her.
The river water condensed into sharp ice spikes, which connected to each other, as if ice-blue thorns were rapidly growing and spreading in the black tide. With the "puff puff" sound of water entering flesh and the wailing and screaming of monsters, each thorn bloomed with gorgeous black and red flowers.
The scene seemed like hell come true, but it also had a strange and absurd beauty, as if it had magic, firmly attracting her attention.
The elegant man turned his head with a smile on his face. Su Xiaoyuan inexplicably felt that she saw through him a boy who was a few years younger than he looked.
"This is a sword technique that Fu Tingyun created when he went to the mortal world to fight demons at the age of fifteen. It's not yet fully mature and smooth," he explained, "but I won't be able to do it after I turn fifteen."
Only fifteen years old, Su Xiaoyuan sighed in her heart.
Su Xiaoyuan had read in the book how powerful and talented Fu Tingyun was, and she was not surprised at all. It was not until this moment that she felt his extraordinary talent for real.
At the same time, I couldn't help but think that he would die at the age of twenty-one, and for the first time I felt a sense of regret for the paper man I had never met.
The monster's screams gradually became sparse, and the intertwined ice thorns were almost completely dyed blood-red, shining with a bright light like pigeon blood red.
After the last scream, a while passed before Fu Shiyu sheathed his sword, made hand gestures and cast a spell, and the mortals and monks captured by the monster disappeared one after another.
Su Xiaoyuan: "Have they been sent out of the secret realm? Are they okay?"
Fu Shiyu nodded: "Someone from Taiyan will take care of them."
As expected of a realm spirit of Tai Yan, he even considered this.
Su Xiaoyuan felt emotional, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a red shadow flying backwards into the air like a cannonball.
She closed her eyes.
Soon everyone else was sent out.
Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes and looked at her silently. Su Xiaoyuan suddenly realized that it was time to say goodbye.
"Fellow Daoist Fu... I'm sorry, I'm still used to calling you Fellow Daoist Fu," Su Xiaoyuan said, "Do you have to stay in the secret realm?"
Fu Shiyu did not answer. His always calm and composed expression seemed to have a flaw, not obvious, like a tiny crack on porcelain.
Su Xiaoyuan's heart suddenly sank: "Friend Fu, what's wrong?"
Fu Shiyu said calmly, "This secret realm has been eroded by demonic energy for too long. There's no way to save it. It's about to collapse."
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.
She forced a smile and took his sleeve: "Then let's go quickly before it collapses."
Fu Shiyu gently held her hand and took it off his sleeve: "I am a realm spirit. Once the secret realm disappears, I will no longer exist."
Before he finished speaking, Su Xiaoyuan noticed that his figure had faded. Although it was not very obvious, she was very sensitive to light, shadow and color, and noticed it immediately.
Tears welled up in her eyes instantly: "How could this happen? There must be a way... Can you attach yourself to some magical weapon..."
As she spoke, she frantically rummaged through her Qiankun bag, as if she could really pull out something that would allow him to possess her.
"There's nothing I can do, Fellow Daoist Su. My spiritual power is exhausted."
After a few words, his figure faded a lot.
"The time is almost up, let me take you out." He raised his hand to wipe Su Xiaoyuan's tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears came.
Genuine pain and regret were revealed between his brows: "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Su, I lied to you..."
Su Xiaoyuan was about to open her mouth when suddenly a breeze seemed to lift her up and the figure in front of her disappeared.
Many scenes flashed before her eyes, and before she even had time to answer "It's okay" she had already returned to her wing boat.
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