Chapter 73: Resurrection is not fair
The fire lotus fell to the ground, and the lava was instantly unsealed. The red magma began to flow, spreading domineeringly on the ground, as if the limbs of a giant were being awakened.
The scorching air waves distorted the air, and spiritual energy boiled in the high temperature. The protective qi of the monks was broken one after another. Some people were a little slower, and the soles of their boots were burned off along with the skin and flesh, and the screams were heart-wrenching.
Qi Qing's heart sank suddenly.
Everyone else is like this, what about Yue Ji!
As everyone was retreating in a hurry, he rushed forward against the heat wave: "Yue Ji!"
The senior brother didn't keep an eye on him and hurriedly said, "Junior brother! Come back!"
As if in response to Qi Qing's cry, the flames in front leaped slightly.
As soon as a little light appeared in Qi Qing's eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank.
——The one who escaped was not Yue Ji, but Wen Lao whose body was charred black!
Half of the old man's body had been burned to charcoal. At the moment the fire lotus bloomed, he happened to be standing opposite Yue Ji.
When the frightened gaze came into contact with the young man's mind, a crazy idea suddenly flashed through his mind, but was forcibly suppressed.
...No, at least not now!
Although this person is really annoying, Yue Ji is more important at this moment.
The deathly silence lasted only for a moment. When everyone realized that the powerful god-transforming expert was reduced to ashes in an instant, greed immediately overwhelmed fear.
What a powerful force this is! If I could control it... Thinking of this, many people's breathing became heavy.
"The Fire Lotus is choosing a master!"
"Sacrifice... more sacrifices are needed!"
Several figures rushed towards the Fire Lotus like moths to a flame, and there were many who wanted to use other people's lives as nutrients for the Fire Lotus. Compared with the troublesome disciples from large sects, Qi Qing, who was traveling with Yue Ji, naturally became the target of public criticism.
He Chong and Fu Ling rushed to Qi Qing's side, and together with their senior brother, they formed a formation with their backs to each other, and they barely managed to cope with the deadly attacks from all directions.
Every fatal move that came made Qi Qing feel even more depressed - in the sea of fire, he could not feel any trace of Yue Ji.
Yue Ji is the protagonist and the future Long Aotian, so he will be fine...right?
This was the only way he could comfort himself.
But as time passed, no human figure appeared in the flames.
All the survivors have gone blood-thirsty. This burning battlefield has turned into a purgatory. Only the cruelest executioner can survive.
The lava awaits new offerings.
The fire lotus became more and more fiery and full in the nourishment of blood. Many cultivators had already died. The seriously injured Wen Lao was rescued from the siege by Miao Zheng. Although the middle-aged man was unwilling, he had to retreat hastily with his fellow disciples.
Only Qi Qing.
As Yue Ji showed up for a long time, his heart sank to the bottom. His mind was full of disbelief, and his body moved before his consciousness.
The young man rushed towards the fire lotus like crazy. Both his senior brother and He Chong couldn’t hold him back. His already fragile ice spirit roots couldn’t withstand the flames and sent out a warning pain.
He ignored it and walked against the terrifying, deathly temperature of the Fire Lotus, with only one thought in his mind.
——Yue Ji is still inside.
At this point, Qi Qing suddenly began to regret why he threw the key to Yue Ji.
That was the spiritual fire condensed in the earth's core for ten thousand years. Why did he think Yue Ji could withstand it?
What "Long Aotian", what "Son of Destiny"... Just because of such pale and powerless titles, he pushed a living, flesh-and-blood person into the sea of fire.
What on earth is he doing?
"Yue Ji."
Qi Qing's voice trembled slightly. Holding onto the last bit of hope, he called out softly, "Master is here... Can you answer him, please?"
It’s not so much that I’m deceiving myself, but rather that I can’t believe that Yue Ji died like this.
How is that possible?
He had always rejected Yue Ji before, always thinking that the other party was still young and had a bright future, and he was just a passer-by in his life, just like no protagonist would stay as a supporting role in the Novice Village forever.
Every time the man took a step forward, he took a step back.
But whether he was thinking about Yue Ji or looking for excuses for some unspeakable cowardice, only he himself knew.
"Brother! You can't go any further! You will die!"
Seeing that the young man turned a deaf ear to him, the senior brother stamped his feet anxiously and shouted to He Chong: "You stay here, I'll bring him back!"
My nephew has died in the sea of fire, and I must not let anything happen to him again.
He leaped towards Qi Qing, but he didn't know that this charge would instantly make the two of them targets of others. The remaining monks had fierce gleams in their eyes, fearing that they would get the Fire Lotus, and even more afraid that they would leave alive.
"mean!"
He Chong was so angry that he started cursing. The white bird suddenly grew bigger and spread its wings to block him, but he was still outnumbered.
A sinister spiritual force attacked from a blind spot and went straight to the back of Qi Qing.
When the senior brother discovered it, the cold light was already close at hand: "Junior brother, be careful--!"
At the same time, flames in the sky suddenly rolled up like a living thing and pounced towards Qi Qing.
At the last moment, Qi Qing's mind went blank and he was actually thinking... Is this considered a painless cremation?
The expected horrific temperature did not come.
Instead, there is a warm, tight feeling of being embraced.
After waiting for several seconds, Qi Qing opened his eyes blankly and found that he was neither burned to ashes nor dead.
……Why?
A guess suddenly arose in his mind, and just as he raised his head, a familiar breath was overwhelming and enveloped him completely.
"Yue Ji, Yue Ji!" Qi Qing raised his voice and trembled, "You are still alive, right!"
No one responded, but the flames embraced him even more fiercely, as if they belonged to him alone.
The spiritual power of the sneak attack was absorbed into the spiritual fire and disappeared instantly. The attacker in the distance was suddenly covered in flames and fell into the sea of fire with a shrill scream.
He was burned to ashes before he even hit the ground.
"How is this possible! Didn't he just not touch the spiritual fire?"
"The Fire Lotus is protecting that person!"
Screams rang out one after another, and the cultivators who had just attacked Qi Qing began to ignite flames in their bodies. The other cultivators dared not watch any longer and scattered in panic, no longer daring to think about snatching the fire lotus. They only wanted to escape quickly, fearing that they would also combust if they were a step late.
After eating and drinking, the fire lotus swayed and stretched out its petals, and a slender figure gradually took shape.
The young man in black embraced a person and walked out calmly on the fire.
The firelight cast a sharp outline on his profile. The blood on his face had not yet dried. He clearly had a handsome and flamboyant face, but it also looked eerie like an evil ghost seeking revenge.
The outer robe was burnt, and the lining was tattered, but it still couldn't hide the black-clothed young man's sturdy muscles. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and every inch of his muscles was full of aggression. He raised his hand and hooked it, and the fire lotus that was about to burn everything actually shrank and shrank, and finally turned into a ball of flame, and fell gently into the palm of his hand.
The whole place was dead silent.
Whether it was the senior brother, He Chong and others, or the monks who survived by chance, at this moment they could only stare blankly at this ghost that had come back from the dead.
At this critical moment, Yue Ji was still thinking about putting Qi Qing in a safe place. The fire lotus that was about to destroy the world just now became a small flower that could be played with at will, and he handed it to Qi Qing.
"Master," he asked in a leisurely tone, as if suddenly excited, "Look, does it look like the one you raised and killed before?"
This sentence suddenly brought Qi Qing back to many years ago.
The child who was tugging at his clothes for fear of being abandoned now almost died in front of him.
Qi Qing stared at him blankly, and suddenly her eyes turned red.
The young man didn't even look at the Wannian Fire Lotus, who was as obedient as a fake flower. He suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Yue Ji's neck tightly.
“You bastard!” His voice was shaking violently. He took a breath and choked up slightly: “You scared me to death…”
Yue Ji was startled and immediately dispersed the flames around him, fearing that he would be hurt.
"Disciple... do you know you are wrong?" He used irresistible strength to hold Qi Qing in his arms and said carefully: "It's all my fault. I made Master worried."
Qi Qing finally recovered, but was almost suffocated by his strength again.
On top of the lava, two figures hugged each other tightly.
The surviving monks in the distance were silent, and only the scattered corpses on the ground showed how brutal and bloody the battle just now was.
As if his interest was disturbed by their gazes, Yue Ji slowly raised his eyes and glanced at their faces indifferently, as if he was thinking about whose life to take first.
Morale collapsed, no one dared to propose snatching the Fire Lotus, and no one dared to covet Qi Qing's life.
In the blink of an eye, the monks scattered like birds and beasts, crawling and disappearing into the depths of the sea of fire.
——The dust has settled.
From today on, the name "Yue Ji" will be engraved in their hearts, like an indelible shadow, resounding throughout the world of cultivation!
He Chong supported his senior brother and walked over with Fuling.
With a look of daze as if he had survived a catastrophe, he bowed to Yue Ji and said, "Congratulations."
Since entering the secret realm, the group has experienced fierce battles and suffered a lot of injuries.
But no matter what, the bet was won in the end!
It's great to be alive. He couldn't help but smile. Qi Qing wiped the black dust off his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's leave here first."
…
When the sparse moonlight fell on their shoulders again, they couldn't help feeling as if they were in another world.
The cool night breeze blew past my side, greatly alleviating the burning pain caused by the spiritual fire.
I don't know who lay on the ground first, but soon everyone relaxed and sat down one after another.
"I can finally take a break. I almost lost my life!"
"Who said it wasn't true? Junior brother, you too, don't be so scary in the future. If something happens, how can I explain to the head master when I go back?"
Several people started discussing at once. He Chong stood up and hastily built a bonfire. He and his senior brother set up the tent and took out some wine to share with everyone.
The girl started talking briskly under the influence of alcohol, talking about how she was going to file a complaint after returning to the sect, and also said that she wanted to go to the Tiandu Sect. The senior brother teased her a few times, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.
While listening, Qi Qing took the liquor and took two big gulps.
At this moment, all the pain in his body came out all at once. His joints, limbs and head hurt. He felt like he had walked through hell. It was a miracle that he was not crippled.
——What on earth does he want to achieve by coming to the secret realm!
It hurt all over, and Qi Qing gulped down a mouthful of blood in grief and anger. Then he coughed violently a few times due to the pungent taste. When he turned around, he didn't see Yue Ji anymore.
His heart immediately tightened, and the worry that had just been put at ease was lifted up again. He hurriedly called out: "Yue Ji?"
The curtain of the tent not far away moved slightly, and Yue Ji poked his head out from inside. There were still drops of water on the ends of his hair. It was obvious that he had just cleaned up the blood stains all over his body: "Master, I'm here."
Qi Qing's heart fell back to its original place. He put down the wine bag, his head felt a little dizzy, and he staggered over: "When did you go in? Why didn't you drink some wine?"
There was no light in the tent. As soon as he stepped in, a pair of arms tightly grasped his waist.
Yue Ji buried his face in his waist, his hot breath penetrated the thin and soft clothes and burned Qi Qing's skin: "I don't want to drink."
Perhaps it was because of the absorption of the fire lotus, Yue Ji felt warm all over. Even if he did not do anything, the aggressiveness was terribly strong for Qi Qing, who was born with ice spiritual roots.
The young man stiffened, then slowly relaxed his body as he exhaled, and let him hold him quietly for a while.
A bonfire crackled not far away, and the sound of a few people laughing could be heard faintly. In this silence, a not-so-strong smell of alcohol diffused in the darkness, brewing and fermenting into a hazy ambiguity, so incredibly hot that it made people forget the pain for a short while, leaving only the warmth of their skin touching each other.
Qi Qing hugged Yue Ji's head, ran his fingers through the person's soft hair, and combed it unconsciously a few times.
Yue Ji narrowed his eyes and enjoyed it obediently, when suddenly he heard him sigh.
"I'm sorry," Qi Qing lowered his eyes and looked at him, blaming himself, "This time, Master was inconsiderate. If anything happens to you, I will really..."
Before he finished speaking, Yue Ji's eyes met his.
The man in his arms had a golden glow in his eyes again, and he said faintly, "Master, why are you apologizing? Do you want to make it up to me?"
Qi Qing said: "If you make a mistake, you must make amends."
"What happens after making amends?"
Yue Ji used force in his hands to drag him onto his legs. The hot breath approached, and Qi Qing turned his face away uncomfortably. He pulled him over and said in a slightly cold voice, "Are we going to settle things again after this? Whether it's love or hate, we will always only be worthy of the words master and disciple?"
"I don't want this. You know very well that I don't need you to be fair... and I don't want to be just your apprentice."
"But……"
"Qi Qing."
Yue Ji interrupted him in a hoarse voice, and said word by word: "——You know what I want to hear."
Yue Ji was obviously too familiar with his style of doing things, and cut off Qi Qing's retreat in one go.
There was silence in the air for a moment. Qi Qing was stared at by Yue Ji. His golden eyes were cold and seemed to force him to give a satisfactory answer.
“…Let me think about it.”
After saying this, there was silence between the two for a long time.
Before Yue Ji's patience ran out, Qi Qing finally took a deep breath.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he whispered: "...It's not fair."
The young man closed his eyes resigned to his fate and let himself fall into the arms of the man in his arms. His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Do whatever you want."
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