Chapter 105 Sunset I want to hear your answer
Yue Ji touched the tip of his ear with his lips and put his arms around the young man's waist.
Qi Qing half closed her eyes and leaned obediently into his arms.
The black-clothed young man's shoulders were broad and warm enough for him to lean on with peace of mind - this was the child he had raised with his own hands, not the cold-blooded and ruthless Long Aotian in his memories.
"What did Master dream about?" Yue Ji hugged him and whispered, "I kept hearing you calling my name."
Qi Qing rolled his Adam's apple and didn't answer immediately. Yue Ji didn't ask any more questions. He just changed his position and hugged him more firmly, and stroked his back gently with his palm, as if to comfort him.
They were no longer surrounded by the Soul Abyss, but were in a narrow cave with faint daylight filtering through the entrance.
Spiritual energy poured in continuously, and after being refined by Yue Ji, it turned into the gentlest spiritual power and completely transferred into Qi Qing's body. It was unknown how long this person lasted, but the spiritual power in Qi Qing's meridians was already full, and even vaguely touched the barrier between the Nascent Soul and the God Transformation.
He leaned back for a long while before straightening up slightly and asking a somewhat inexplicable question: "Yue Ji."
"...If one day, I seriously injure you in order to repair your spiritual roots, and I want to take your blood but fail, what will you do when you recover from your injuries and come back?"
Yue Ji was obviously stunned for a moment, and his tone was a little aggrieved: "Master... can you bear to treat me like this?"
Compared to the Long Aotian in his memory, Yue Ji at this moment was like a house dog with drooping ears. His eyes looked somewhat pitiful, which made Qi Qing's heart soften. He rubbed the top of his head and said, "It's just a hypothesis."
"Not even hypothetically."
Yue Ji denied this possibility depressedly, and moved closer to him, saying: "Master would not do this. Why do you suddenly ask this?"
Qi Qing avoided his gaze and insisted, "I want to hear your answer."
He was not sure whether that memory was a real past event in another world, or a demonic environment created when he broke through the realm, but he really wanted to know what kind of answer this child, whom he raised with his own hands, would give.
Will it go to extremes like the original, or... are there other possibilities?
Yue Ji pursed his lips, his dark eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at him very quickly, saying: "I won't tell Master."
Seeing his eyes, Qi Qing shook her head slightly, knowing that she wouldn't get an answer for the time being.
He looked up at the sky outside the cave, his expression slightly solemn.
I saw thick black clouds rolling and purple lightning flashing in the clouds like a dragon. This thunder tribulation was even more terrifying than the one when Yue Ji was promoted to the God Transformation Realm. Could it be because of the influence of the Soul Abyss?
"Master." He heard Yue Ji suddenly speak: "No matter what rumors you have heard or what fantasies you have seen, I am me, and only me."
He reached out and grasped Qi Qing's wrist: "I'm not a bad person, I'm not an ungrateful person. What Master is worried about will not happen."
Qi Qing turned his head, and Yue Ji took a step closer, almost touching his forehead, and whispered: "So, Master, don't be afraid, okay?"
Those eyes were crystal clear, with a gentleness that belonged only to him.
Qi Qing suddenly felt his heart being gently hit, and something fell silently.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yue Ji asked again: "Is it good?"
Qi Qing closed his eyes and finally nodded.
Yue Ji then curved his lips, leaned into his arms and softened his voice: "Master was in a coma for three days, I was almost going crazy, fortunately he was fine, the first thing he said when he woke up was 'I missed you'... How much did you miss me?"
Qi Qing leaned back as he nudged her, her back against the rock wall. She felt a little embarrassed when he asked her seriously, and said, "Of course I do."
"How much do you want me to miss you very much?" Yue Ji asked relentlessly.
Qi Qing said helplessly: "The thunder tribulation is coming. Even if you want to hear good words, you should at least wait for the master to finish his work first, right?"
"But I want to listen." The person in his arms hooked his finger coquettishly.
Thunder roared in the distance and lightning illuminated the cave palely. Qi Qing could feel his hair flying upwards. An instinctive sense of crisis rose in his heart, as if God wanted to kill him.
There was lightning outside, and in front of him was his disciple who was pestering him and saying sweet words to him.
...that's all.
Let me tell you first. It is dangerous for a person with ice spirit roots to go through the thunder tribulation. If he thinks in an unlucky way, he might die before the thunder tribulation is over.
Qi Qing sighed and pinched the other person's cheek: "You..."
The young man's lips opened and closed, but the next moment, they were completely swallowed up by the surging thunder.
Qi Qing didn't even hear what he said. His ears were buzzing and warm blood was oozing from his ear canals. But the person in front of him seemed to understand him. He smiled slightly and held him tightly under his body.
Yue Ji used his entire body to build a barrier for him, allowing the violent lightning to pour down.
Qi Qing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tried desperately to push the person away, but the person's body was as motionless as a mountain.
"Yue Ji! Are you crazy?!"
Qi Qing called out his name in a hurry, his voice hoarse: "Are you going to die? If you stand up for someone else's thunder tribulation, the heavens will retaliate!"
His answer was a tight hug.
Yue Ji pressed his face against his chest, his hot lips pressed against his earlobe, and said word by word amid the thunder: "I miss you too."
…
Soul Abyss.
The inverted sky was covered with thunderclouds, and nearly a hundred powerful demons were sitting in the air, creating a solemn atmosphere.
It has been a long time since they have gathered together like this. The last time they had such a grand gathering was nearly a thousand years ago when they vowed to conquer the world of cultivation. Some of their former companions have already passed away.
The demon king at the head stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly, "Are the people not here yet?"
The demon shadow beside him bowed slightly and said, "My lord, the elders and the seventy-two demon generals have arrived. As for the young masters... only the young master is still missing."
"How dare a bastard show off?" The Demon Lord sneered, "If he doesn't come within half an hour, he doesn't have to come again."
Mo Ying didn't dare to respond. In the silence, someone suddenly said casually, "I heard that his furnace cauldron is about to break through. Someone saw him break out of the Soul Abyss with the furnace cauldron. If father wants to wait... I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for a while."
Mo Ying glanced at the man, the Tenth Young Master, a rare pure-blooded demon among the Demon Lord's descendants. He prided himself on his noble bloodline and did not like his other brothers.
Several elders exchanged glances and shook their heads secretly.
One is obsessed with the furnace and the other is a gossipmonger. The two sons of the Demon Lord are exactly the same in terms of good-for-nothingness.
The Demon Lord's cold eyes swept over the Tenth Young Master. The Tenth Young Master paused while playing with the bone fan and was about to apologize, but he only said indifferently, "Wait another half an hour."
After saying that, the Demon Lord sat back on the main seat, closed his eyes and ignored him.
…
In front of the mountain gate of Tiandu Sect.
Monks wearing uniforms of different sects filled the entire mountain gate, with colorful spiritual lights flashing, creating an unprecedented grand occasion.
The head of the sect stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, looking at the crowd below who were getting ready to go, and couldn't help but sigh: "The last time it was this lively was when I sent Qi Qing to participate in the sect competition. Things have really changed..."
Before he finished speaking, his senior brother had already stepped forward with a sword on his back, and said goodbye with a resolute look: "Master, rest assured, this time I will go out to fight, I will definitely rescue you and flatten the Soul Abyss!"
There was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he would never let his junior fellow apprentice continue to suffer in the devil's cave even if he and the devil were to perish together.
"Good disciple." The headmaster patted his shoulder, half pleased, half admonishing: "What I want is for all of you fellow disciples to return safely. If you encounter a crisis, don't blindly act recklessly."
At this time, another disciple came over and whispered, "Master, the Dan Sect has sent someone to urge us to leave. Should we set off now?"
The young man in white standing at the front of Danzong had his clothes fluttering and a cold face, looking into the distance in the direction of the Soul Abyss.
This expedition is like going back to nearly a thousand years ago. I wonder how many people will be able to return victorious.
The head of the sect waved his hand, looking a little tired, and said, "Go, and remember, you must return safely."
…
Qi Qing really wanted to give the heaven a middle finger.
He almost cried because of Yue Ji's impulsiveness. The atmosphere was so tense, but in the end, the thunderbolt still struck only him accurately.
It’s a system of one person for each mine, right?
He was chopped to a crisp, his clothes were torn to pieces, he was dizzy and his soul almost flew out when he opened his mouth.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
By the way, the cave was also collapsed.
When the thunderstorm ended, the young man was lying on the ground like a dead body.
With a crash, Yue Ji dug away the rubble on their bodies with his bare hands and rescued him from the rubble: "Master!"
"Let go." Qi Qing rolled his eyes as he was strangled. He struggled for a while and said weakly, "I'm not dead yet."
Yue Ji hurriedly wiped the black dust off his face, and only heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that his eyes were still clear: "You really scared me just now."
"You scared me to death." Qi Qing poked his forehead, his fingertips trembling, "Who told you to jump under the thunderbolt? If you block the thunderbolt for others, you will be seriously injured at best, or even lose your soul at worst. Do you know that? If you dare to do this again, I will expel you from the sect!"
Yue Ji whispered: "Then I'm fine too, right?"
"It's okay."
Qi Qing smiled and said, "I have something to do. It's a big thing."
He pointed at his paralyzed left arm, then at his legs. He didn't even have the extra strength left and could only let Yue Ji manipulate him, looking very miserable.
In contrast, Yue Ji, who had previously broken through in the secret realm of the Mirage Clan, fell asleep after gnawing at him, and was in great form when he woke up. Not even a strand of his hair was out of place, and his image was extremely brilliant.
Thinking of this, Qi Qing said sourly: "Sometimes I really doubt whether you are the biological son of Heaven. Opportunities, looks, talent... Forget it, you are still an illegitimate child."
He muttered, "You have ruined your life on me."
Yue Ji moved closer and asked, "Hmm?"
"Nothing." Qi Qing stretched out his hand and said confidently, "My teacher is now paralyzed on one side, and it's time for you to fulfill your filial duty. Come, carry me back."
Yue Ji's eyes lit up, and he carefully carried him on his back as if he had won some great reward.
Qi Qing leaned lazily on his back. The thunderclouds dispersed, and the sky was filled with sunset. The afterglow of the setting sun softly and distantly plated a layer of gold between heaven and earth.
Having successfully broken through the realm, and with the person I had been thinking about by my side, I suddenly felt relieved.
Qi Qing was carried on his back for a while. He looked at the sky, the earth, the clouds and the mountains. He felt that everywhere was good, so good that it was a bit boring.
He hummed a song and suddenly said, "Do you know? When you live for one hour, you live eight quarters of an hour longer."
Yue Ji paused: "I know."
Qi Qing continued, "You lived for twelve hours, so you lived longer... What is eight times twelve?"
Yue Ji said briefly: "Ninety-six."
"Oh, yes, ninety-six." Qi Qing became excited and continued, "How many quarters of an hour is ten days? How about a month? How about a year?"
"..." Yue Ji turned around and glanced at him: "Master."
Qi Qing said: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
The Soul Abyss was still nowhere to be seen, there was no demonic energy blocking the way, and the sky and distant mountains were extremely clear.
The setting sun melts gold, and the evening clouds merge into one.
Qi Qing suddenly remembered that Yue Ji had carried him on his back many years ago.
At that time, Yue Ji was still a little kid. After practicing sword for a few days, he didn't grow much in height, but he became very strong.
He couldn't help but laugh. Yue Ji turned his head and asked, "Master, what are you laughing at?"
Qi Qing swung his legs, which were gradually regaining consciousness, and said casually, "You know what? It would be embarrassing for a master to be carried by his disciple."
Yue Ji stopped walking.
Seeing that he was about to let her go, Qi Qing said quickly, "Alright, alright, you may be a little lame, but please don't abandon me halfway."
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