Chapter 4 The Playboy Senior Brother's Impotence (Part 3)
Si Yisi glanced at her hair a few times.
Qinglin repeatedly stole a glance, then awkwardly looked away. After this back and forth, the pampered junior sister Qinglin finally couldn't take it anymore.
She blinked her eyes, which were still sore from the electric light, and excused herself: "Senior Brother Mo Bai, Ah Lin will not be able to bother you any longer, please excuse me..."
As Qinglin looked up, she saw the incomparably dashing Senior Brother Si Mobai holding his fingers together, pulling out a small, crackling object from his hair.
It looked like a bald little snake with two short whiskers on its head, its whole body covered in lightning, like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, incredibly bright.
"Primordial Heaven-Shaking Demon-Slaying Thunder Dragon, Do Not Move."
Si Yisi spoke fluently and without pause. His voice wasn't loud, but somehow it gave people a very sophisticated feeling.
Primordial... what kind of dragon?
Qinglin was momentarily taken aback by the sudden burst of speed in Mo Bai's speech; she only had time to notice the last word, "dragon."
"Senior brother...is this little guy a dragon?"
“It’s not quite a dragon,” Si Yisi said, now able to face his junior sister Qinglin in his memory with the same smile that Si Mobai was used to. “It is the Primordial Heaven-Shaking Demon-Slaying Thunder Dragon. Although the name is domineering, it is actually just a dragon spirit condensed from a wisp of the essence of a dragon that survived the heavenly thunder.”
Upon hearing Si Yisi's words, Xiaolong opened its mouth in dissatisfaction, flicked its bald tail, and bit Si Yisi with its sharp teeth.
"Stop fooling around."
Qinglin heard a snapping sound and looked in the direction from which the sound came, only to see the dragon with short whiskers biting into Si Yisi's finger.
"division……"
"Brother."
Qinglin's voice trailed off as she watched Senior Brother Si Mobai withdraw his finger without changing his expression.
A few small, white, broken teeth fell out with a soft rustling sound.
Senior Brother Si Mobai still wore that somewhat cynical smile, but Qinglin had a feeling—Senior Brother Mobai had become even more…
Ominous? Unfamiliar? ...In short, it's even more terrifying.
It was as if, after this tribulation, something ferocious broke free from Senior Brother Mo Bai's body, revealing its gleaming white teeth.
The small, broken section of the lightning dragon, revealing its gleaming white teeth, flinched, then suddenly erupted with a layer of lightning, especially on its head.
It sadly flicked its tail and buried its upper body back into Si Yisi's hair, whimpering.
A small section of its thin, short tail was visible outside.
Qinglin felt sorry for the little dragon, but then she thought about it again and realized that she felt even more sorry for herself.
She gave Si Yisi a hurried bow, tears glistening on her lowered eyelashes.
Si Yisi watched Qinglin leave, then said towards the stone gate, "Master, I'm here."
The stone door opened with a click, and Si Yisi was thinking about the instructions left behind by Si Mobai's spirit—
"The fact that I've become a different person cannot be hidden from my master."
"Master has lived a long time and knows me best, so don't try to deceive him. Just tell him the truth, or leave half of it unsaid, but absolutely do not try to lie to him. Master has such a bad temper..."
"Mo Bai."
"Master." Si Yisi walked in and bowed.
Si Mobai's master, Mu Weiqing, was an old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom, with crane patterns fluttering on his sleeves.
"...Mo Bai? No, you are not him, where is he?" This unassuming old man's senses were too sharp.
The moment he saw Si Yisi, he knew that the person in front of him was not his apprentice, Si Mobai.
"Possession?" A startling light flashed in Mu Weiqing's eyes. His natal spirit sword had been placed beside him from the beginning, and now, along with his surging emotions, the sword was dragged up several inches by spiritual power.
Si Yisi's body was locked in place. He had no doubt that if he could not give Mu Weiqing a reasonable explanation, he would be pierced by the sword energy that was locking him in place.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since he entered this small world as a mission taker, he had to follow the rules of this world.
This is one of the reasons why Si Yisi's successive hosts suffered repeated setbacks.
However, Si Yisi would never allow herself to be caught off guard and suffer a setback.
He dropped the smile that betrayed his weariness, and, meeting the faint, emanating aura, slowly parted his lips—
"Cough, hiss..."
On the other side, Zhao Weijin kept wiping the blood trickling from the corner of his lips, his pupils suddenly becoming bloodshot.
"Damn it..."
He walked with difficulty, muttering to himself, his body covered with cuts and scratches left by the broken rocks.
Si Yisi's attack was not as simple as just splitting a huge boulder. To cultivators of lower rank, it appeared as if he had unleashed a single sword strike, but in reality, the sword split into three thousand sword energies, cleaving the massive boulder into several smaller pieces.
As the rocks collapsed, the fragments maintained a delicate balance. But when they struck Zhao Weijin…
Crash!
In that instant, the fragile balance maintained amidst the rubble crumbled!
That's why Zhao Weijin looked so disheveled at that moment.
His fierce gaze swept over the disciples who passed by him, and they all gave way, either avoiding his gaze or wearing mocking smiles.
Zhao Weijin clenched his fists. He slowly moved back to Yunhua Courtyard, where Foundation Establishment disciples lived, and sat cross-legged to practice his cultivation technique to heal his injuries.
He didn't notice a chilling gaze fixed on him.
The owner of that gaze said in a low voice, "I thought you could be of some use, but I didn't expect you to be such a hopeless case... You're just a piece of trash, you should just die."
...
"You...you lied to me..."
"It was you! You drove Aqing to her death!"
“It’s me,” the man said, leaning against the wall. “You can die in peace now, so you can still contribute a little bit of warmth.”
The man held the folding fan in his palm, then flicked his wrist—the silver light on the fan flashed and disappeared in an instant.
"Farewell, Zhao Weijin... Senior Brother."
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Foundation Establishment cultivator Zhao Weijin is dead.
The death of a Foundation Establishment cultivator is nothing to make a big fuss about, but the way he died was... very strange.
Black blood flowed from Zhao Weijin's seven orifices. Black is a taboo color among cultivators, and in a certain sense, it is a metaphor for "demonic".
The Azure Ink Small World is inhabited by demons, most of whom form their own realms. Ten thousand years ago, the Demon Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Realm fought a great war between immortals and demons. The Immortal Cultivation Realm narrowly emerged victorious, with several Mahayana cultivators using their bodies as a barrier to close the passage between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Realm.
For ten thousand years after that, the demon realm never invaded.
However, under the laws of this world, all things possess demonic nature and can become demons. From time to time, cultivators fall into demonic ways, or mortals become demons, always causing a great upheaval in the cultivation world.
Therefore, the cultivation world today is terrified of demons.
At first glance, Zhao Weijin's injuries appeared to indicate death from poisoning, but a daring medical disciple wore ice silk gloves to examine the body and discovered tiny holes in each of his seven orifices.
This is exactly... the most common method of demons. Zhao Weijin's blood had already been drained. The blood coming out of his seven orifices was a condensation of chaotic demonic energy.
"It's a demon! It's a demon!" The healer disciple's expression changed drastically, and she retreated repeatedly, shouting out.
Chaos erupted. The disciples scattered, their expressions filled with fear and disgust.
Only after the Jinghua Sect's inspection team arrived urgently to suppress the further spread of the situation did the unrest among the people subside somewhat.
At this moment, a discordant voice arose from the subdued crowd—
Did Zhao Weijin offend someone before he died?
"Yes, it seems he offended Senior Brother Si Mobai..."
"Heavens...could it be..."
"No, no way?!"
"Why not? You can know a person's face but not their heart. Aren't there plenty of people who are two-faced and have the heart of a beast? In my opinion... hiss..."
"What do you think?" Si Yisi walked in from the crowd with a blank expression. He was dressed in a moon-white robe and exuded an imposing aura.
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