Chapter 91 Dagger
Chapter 91
Yingji stared at Kongfan in a daze. Time had been fixed by the Dao technique. The two people staring at each other were also frozen in place by an invisible force.
Yingji came back to her senses. It turned out that time did not stand still, but rather it always passed by without anyone noticing.
She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she burst out laughing.
She stopped smiling, looked into Kong Fan's compassionate eyes, and said seriously, "Perhaps one day, I won't be able to control myself and attack you. I can feel that the demon-refining technique is already affecting my mind and emotions." After a pause, she continued, "What's more, I am extremely greedy. Even without that evil technique, I wouldn't be able to resist such temptation."
Yingji's tone gradually turned relaxed, and she finally said, "So, let's go. The farther away from me, the better."
Yingji even thought that all of Kongfan's misfortunes started with her.
Kong Fan didn't say anything.
He walked towards Yingji.
Yingji watched him come towards her and opened his arms to her.
Kong Fan held Yingji in his arms. Yingji closed her eyes as if sighing, and then opened them again.
Kong Fan had persuaded many people to come back to their senses in his life, but at this moment, he chose to remain silent and could only hug Ying Ji tightly and gently.
Ying Ji quietly let Kong Fan hold her. Her hands hung at her sides. She didn't push him away, nor did she hug him back. She just quietly let Kong Fan hold her, even her eyes were calm.
After a long time, Yingji slowly raised her hand.
The scimitar she never left behind was tightly grasped in her hand. With difficulty, she slowly raised her hand, holding the sharp dagger, and aimed it at Kong Fan's back.
A gentle breeze blew, swaying the shadows of the trees and fragmenting the light and shadow. The shadows of the two of them hugging were reflected on the wall.
Yingji looked calmly at the shadows of the two people on the white wall, and watched herself raise her hand little by little, pointing the sharp blade of the scimitar in her hand at Kongfan's back.
The tip of the dagger was so close to Kong Fan's back that it was almost touching his monk's robe.
Yingji's pupils suddenly shrank and she came to her senses.
It was unclear whether she was bewitched by evil magic or her obsession with becoming powerful was too strong, but she raised her knife towards Kong Fan.
What's wrong with pointing a knife at him?
Isn't this what she has always believed in? In order to become stronger, she has done many bad things by any means necessary.
The wind stopped and the swaying leaves became quiet. The two people's shadows were not disturbed and they simply embraced each other.
The dagger against Kong Fan's back suddenly became dazzling.
Yingji came to her senses and found that the tip of the dagger had touched Kongfan. The sharp tip of the dagger pierced Kongfan's skin, causing a drop of bright red to seep out of his snow-white monk's robe.
Yingji was startled and immediately withdrew her hand. She subconsciously tried to put the scimitar back into her sleeve, but her fingertips trembled and the sharp blade cut her finger. But she was completely unaware.
Yingji pushed Kongfan away fiercely, took two steps back, and shouted angrily, "I told you to stay away from me!"
Kong Fan did not move away. Instead, he took two steps towards Ying Ji, making up for the two steps she took back.
The distance between the two of them closed again. Kong Fan took Ying Ji's hand and looked at the bloodstains on the back of her fingers. Kong Fan frowned, held Ying Ji's hand, brought her injured finger to his lips, and sucked it gently.
The soft touch on her fingers inexplicably made Yingji's eyes moist and her heart soften.
Kong Fan took Ying Ji's hand away, but did not let go.
He lowered his head and looked at the hand he held in his palm. The scratches on the back of her finger had healed, and her hand was as delicate as ever.
Kong Fan lowered his eyebrows, gently stroking the back of Ying Ji's fingers with his fingertips, and said, "Aying, my life does not belong to me alone. After the Sky-tearing Formation is activated, if I am still alive, I will give you the Bodhi Pill."
Yingji suddenly raised her eyes, her heart and soul shocked.
Kong Fan continued, "This is similar to locking you in a Buddhist rosary, but it's a different approach to the same end."
"What Buddhist beads? What do you mean by locked up?" Ying Ji was confused.
Kong Fan then raised his eyes and met Ying Ji's gaze. His eyes were as quiet and gentle as an ancient pond in the afternoon, but beneath the calmness there was an astonishing greed.
"One, the thought of wanting you to be well and wanting to be with you forever." His tone was gentle, and his words were casual and light.
Yingji, however, felt that Kongfan was becoming less and less like himself.
Did she change him?
Kong Fan looked past Ying Ji, tilted his head slightly, and looked towards the window.
Yingji turned back and followed his gaze, and heard him say, "It's almost dawn."
Yingji felt very strange and asked, "What does it matter whether it's day or not?"
When discussing the topic of life and death, is it appropriate to pay attention to whether it will be dawn?
Kong Fan smiled gently and said, "I should go make breakfast for you."
Yingji was stunned.
Kong Fan had already turned around and walked out.
Yingji stared at Kongfan's back, unable to articulate the feeling within her. It was mostly a mixture of complexity and hesitation, but beyond that, she was reluctant to admit that she had anticipated this.
Yes, she knew Kong Fan well enough. If the Sky-tearing Formation hadn't needed him, he might have… Ying Ji's heart trembled, and she was too painful to continue thinking about it.
"Let's make a bet. Can you get the Bodhi Pill?"
Yingji turned around suddenly, looked around, and finally saw the translucent Nine-Tailed Fox in the dark corner.
Yingji stared at her warily. "You still haven't given up? I'd rather destroy my face than give it to you!"
Jiuwei laughed sweetly, but did not answer the question first. Instead, she asked, "Why aren't you curious about why Kongfan can't sense me?"
Yingji was stunned, then understood.
His spiritual power...
"I am a fox spirit, what are you? Tsk, that little monk's essence will be sucked dry by you sooner or later." Nine Tails clapped his hands in amusement.
Ying Ji sneered, "Is it that you don't want to or that you don't have the ability to absorb the old monk's essence?"
Jiuwei's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to attack, he suddenly sensed something and left without hesitation.
Yingji frowned and looked around, but she noticed nothing. She couldn't help but sigh, and her desire for spiritual power was hidden in this sigh.
When Kongfan finished breakfast and knocked on Yingji's door, the room was empty.
She left again without leaving him a single word.
Kong Fan stood in the empty house, but what came to his mind were the days and nights he had spent with Ying Ji here.
After a while, he released his sealed spiritual power.
During this stolen time of joy, he sealed up most of his spiritual power and stayed with Ying Ji like a mortal, using his mortal body to feel the rising and setting of the sun and the rising and setting of the moon, to feel the wind, to feel the rain, and to feel Ying Ji's feelings.
At the same time, all disturbances were also blocked.
At this moment, as his spiritual power was released, the accumulated messages came pouring in, and the voices echoed in his ears one after another, overlapping with each other.
After receiving all the messages with an expressionless face, Kong Fan raised his hand and pointed in the air. The courtyard he had conjured up was blown into the wind like powder and dissipated into nothingness.
He took another look at the empty space, turned around, walked into the wind, and headed towards the Sky-Tearing Formation.
The Sky-tearing Formation is finally about to be activated.
He hoped that the formation would succeed, and he hoped that if he could return alive, he could make Yingji's long-cherished wish come true.
The Sky-Tearing Formation is set up in Gansheng among the Nine Realms. Gansheng is vast and empty, and is the largest place among the Nine Realms. Not only are there no civilians here, but there are also few monsters. Because there are four seasons in one day here, the climate is very harsh, grass and trees cannot grow freely, and naturally monsters cannot be bred.
At this moment, the strong men from the nine regions and twelve countries who are willing to help open the Sky-tearing Formation have gathered in Gan Sheng.
The empty space ahead looked empty to the naked eye, but Kong Fan knew there was an invisible city there.
He stepped into the invisible barrier. As he entered, the transparent barrier rippled like water, and at the same time emitted a buzzing sound containing terrifying power.
After crossing the barrier, a white city appeared in front of Kong Fan.
Kong Fan certainly wasn't unfamiliar with this city; he walked forward as if he were returning home. The closer he got to the city, the more he could sense how many powerful cultivators were hiding there.
Kong Fan stood in front of the heavy snow-colored stone door and paused. The stone door slowly opened for him, raising a cloud of dust.
There was a heavy sound as the door opened, and light from outside shone into the hall. Everyone who was discussing matters in the hall turned around and looked at Kong Fan.
Kong Fan nodded and raised his palm towards the people surrounded in the center, "Master, Kong Fan is late."
Someone in the crowd sneered.
Wusheng smiled and tried to smooth things over: "It's not too late. There are still nearly three months before the formation is activated."
Wusheng paused, ignoring the sarcastic tone in the crowd, and continued, "Let's go. Your master asked me to wait for you here. When you arrive, go to the quiet room to find him."
"Yes." Kong Fan followed Wu Sheng to the quiet room.
The quiet room was where the monks of Pujia Temple practiced. When Kongfan arrived, there was no one else inside except Wuchen.
"Master." Kong Fan raised his palm towards Wu Chen's back.
Wu Chen didn't turn around, but raised his hand to signal.
Kong Fan walked over, lifted his clothes and sat on the cushion next to Wu Chen.
"You will stay here and meditate until the formation is activated. I will accompany you."
"Yes." Kong Fan turned his head to look at the master. The master closed his eyes and moved the Buddhist beads. After talking to him, he began to recite scriptures with his lips closed.
Kong Fan listened carefully and realized that the master was not practicing, but reciting scriptures on meditation to help him calm his mind.
Kong Fan could not let his master down, so he put aside his distracting thoughts and concentrated on his master's chanting of scriptures, entering a state of cultivation.
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Chen opened his eyes and looked at the shimmering golden dragon hovering above Kong Fan's head.
In the final training after the Sky-tearing Formation was opened, Kong Fan’s task was not to increase his own spiritual power, but to master the art of dragon enlightenment.
In the Sky-Splitting Formation, Kong Fan's most important task was never to provide a constant supply of spiritual energy, but to absorb the spiritual energy of everyone else. He was the core of the formation, and only he could control the Dragon Enlightenment Technique.
It was for this reason that he allowed himself to suffer as Ying Ji's spiritual power weakened again and again.
Kong Fan paused for a moment and felt something. He looked at Wu Chen in confusion and asked, "Master, is there something wrong?"
Wu Chen shook his head and said, "It's just a momentary feeling. Your master wanted to pass on the Dragon Enlightenment Technique to me and your uncles, but unfortunately, none of us could master it."
After a pause, he continued, "Although you call me Master, there really isn't much I can teach you. If your Grandmaster hadn't had the time to teach you personally, you wouldn't have accepted me as your Master."
Kong Fan was stunned and quickly said, "Master, Kong Fan grew up by your side. Not only did you teach Kong Fan a lot, you also raised and cared for me. Master, your kindness is great, and you are even more so."
Even though Wu Chen was a monk with pure six senses, he was still in a good mood after hearing this, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
He coughed lightly, pressed the corners of his mouth, and changed his tone to a serious one: "It would be great if Master could comprehend the art of dragon enlightenment."
That way, his best disciples wouldn't have to risk their lives.
"Kong Fan, come back alive."
Monks don't lie. Perhaps Kong Fan couldn't help but say something half-truthful in front of Ying Ji, but now, facing his master, he could only say solemnly, "I'll do my best."
He wants to live too.
It is too light to say that you can put life and death aside. There are so many things to worry about in this world, how can you bear to die?
This was the answer Wu Chen had expected. He suddenly realized he had been too sentimental. He patted Kong Fan's shoulder, urged him to concentrate on his cultivation, lit a lotus incense stick for him, and left.
Wu Chen himself couldn't comprehend the Wulong technique, and there weren't many people here who could truly focus on Kong Fan. He had initially assumed Kong Fan was trapped in a romantic relationship, unable to calm down. But after observing him for most of the day, he found Kong Fan quite focused. Wu Chen decided there was no need to stay.
Wuchen walked out of the quiet room and immediately felt an inexplicable tense atmosphere. Just then, Wusheng sent him a message, asking him to go to the meeting hall quickly.
"What?" Wu Chen was stunned. "Many cultivators were captured by Ying Ji on the road? What was she going to do?"
She wants to create another reincarnation well.
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