Chapter 94: Near-death Stealing
Qi Qing followed the instructions and stepped into the hall.
The hall was empty, and only the sound of his and his disciples' footsteps could be heard echoing. The blue-clothed disciples on both sides stood silently like puppets, with indifferent expressions.
In the center of the hall, a snow-white surface of water floated in the air. It did not look like a mirror, but rather like a hole was torn in front of the eyes, revealing the nothingness outside the space.
"Come forward." The elder standing guard beside the mirror ordered in a low voice.
The moment he saw the mirror, Qi Qing couldn't help but breathe more lightly. All sounds faded from his ears, leaving only the sound of his own heartbeat.
He walked slowly forward, his steps becoming slower and slower, and the air became thicker.
Every step he took seemed like he was struggling to break free from some invisible pull, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult for him to move forward.
The young man's eyes gradually became unfocused, and he just took mechanical steps, one step at a time, getting closer to the mirror.
The surface of the water began to distort, turning the green-clothed disciples around and the scenes in the hall into blurred blocks of color. Even the figure of the elder standing by the spirit-testing mirror was distorted and deformed into a mass of paste.
——The only figure that cannot be seen is Qi Qing.
"Closer, yes..."
In the strange scene, the elder whispered seductively: "Touch it and let it see you clearly."
The young man followed his instructions and stretched out his hand towards the mirror.
Just as he was about to touch the mirror, his eyes suddenly became sharp and he threw out an ice blade hidden in his fingertips!
[Beautiful! Hitting the bull's eye! ]
[The host's distance was too dangerous. If he was half a second late, he would have been swallowed. It made me sweat.]
[Quickly step back! Stop looking at the mirror! ]
Qi Qingji retreated, but his ankle suddenly tightened.
The cold touch wrapped around him like a chain, pulling him fiercely towards the mirror.
The young man was dragged a few steps, groaned, and immediately condensed an ice sword and inserted it into the ground to stabilize his body.
He sneered, "Are you not even going to pretend?"
The elder didn't expect him to wake up. His face suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice: "How dare you! You actually want to destroy our sect's treasure! Are you tired of living?"
Qi Qing sneered, lowered his center of gravity, and barely resisted the force of being dragged forward. He condensed a short blade with his backhand and blocked the green-clothed disciple who was rushing forward.
"How can a treasure eat people? There should be a limit to how much you can lie."
If he hadn't turned on the live broadcast in advance, with his weak willpower, he would probably have been bewitched by this strange mirror.
The Spirit-Verifying Mirror is said to be made from the fingernails of the mythical beast Di Ting, and has the ability to verify one's identity.
But it was not until the last second before Qi Qing stepped into the hall that he learned a shocking thing from the barrage: this mirror would eat those pretenders!
Just like dealing with garbage.
He was not sure whether he was an imposter. Although he was not a demon cultivator, he was a visitor from another world. If this mirror could reveal his origins, how would the Yunxiao Sect deal with him?
He didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to gamble.
There is a spirit gathering array hidden behind the mirror, which is a necessary condition for supporting the opening of the spirit testing mirror. Qi Qing felt it when he approached it just now.
He ducked to avoid the sword attack from the side, slid behind the elder like a fish, threw the ice blade in his hand, and instantly replaced it with a crowbar.
"Get out of the way!"
He had wanted to beat up the old man since just now.
He made a golfing gesture, and the strong wind from the back of his head forced the elder to take a few steps back, revealing the flaw behind the mirror.
Qi Qing didn't really intend to hit him, so he swung the crowbar diagonally and stabbed towards the formation behind the mirror.
Everyone in the hall was chasing him, but thanks to the "special training" in the Mirage Clan's secret realm, he was already familiar with being beaten up by a group of people. He was experienced and skillfully evaded the crowd.
Each attack narrowly missed the Spirit-Testing Mirror and frightened all the disciples so much that their faces turned pale, fearing that this would be the straw that broke the camel's back for the sect's most precious treasure.
But Qi Qing didn't care about the life or death of the broken mirror. He moved flexibly a few times and slid behind the mirror again.
There was a layer of protective array outside the spirit gathering array, which was considered as the last insurance. Qi Qing didn't even bother to look at it - he thrust the crowbar in and pried it hard!
“Ka——!”
With a crisp sound, the spiritual energy around the spirit-testing mirror dissipated rapidly like the tide.
Under the direct and violent cracking, the snow-white light of the mirror suddenly dimmed and withered.
"You! How dare you--!" The elder watched the mirror shatter into pieces, he was so angry that he couldn't finish his words, he looked at Qi Qing with bloodshot eyes.
In just a short moment, Qi Qing turned the hall upside down, but there was no reaction outside the hall.
...I almost forgot, there is also a barrier.
Qi Qing did not want to fight any longer, he calmly put away his knife and retreated.
"Don't run away, you bastard!"
Suddenly, a roar like a loud bell rang in Qi Qing's ears.
His body froze, his head was buzzing and warm liquid seemed to flow from his ears.
Before he could come to his senses, a big hand came out of nowhere and grabbed the young man in mid-air like a doll!
"cough--!"
Qi Qing felt his chest tighten and a feeling of suffocation suddenly came over him.
He struggled desperately for a few times and swung the ice knife, not knowing whether it cut any wound or not, but he was unable to shake the big palm at all.
The young man instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Is this the gap in strength?
The incident happened suddenly. In front of these old monsters, the Nascent Soul Great Perfection was not enough.
The big hand tightened again, and his sternum made a creaking sound as it could not bear the weight. The blood foam seemed to choke his throat. Qi Qing coughed up blood violently, and his eyes went dark: "Hmm..."
[It’s over, it’s over, anchor, please don’t die! Do you want points? I’ll give you all! ]
[Use your invincible skill card to think of a solution! ]
【Qingnv Reward Points x5000】
[Calm down, they wanted to kill the anchor a long time ago, and now they must have other intentions. ]
[That being said... serious injuries can also be fatal! ]
The barrage of comments was in a mess. With his vision gradually blurring, Qi Qing barely opened the system mall despite the dizziness from lack of blood. His fingertips trembled as they slid towards the lit skill card - but before he could touch it, his fingertips fell down due to exhaustion.
Blood trickled down from the corner of his lips, his head tilted slightly, and he seemed to have lost his breath.
"An ant trying to shake a tree."
The cold evaluation sounded in the hall.
The big hand loosened, and the young man fell like a broken puppet, heavily in front of the figure that appeared from the air.
The head of Yuqing Sect looked down at the young man with his eyes closed, his voice cold to the bone: "Don't pretend to be dead, confess as soon as possible, and I can still leave you with a whole body."
He raised his hand slightly, and the disciples on both sides immediately stepped forward to lift the man up.
“Swish!”
Before he could touch him, the unconscious young man suddenly jumped up, rolled awkwardly but accurately to avoid the capture, and staggered to his feet.
"Cough... cough cough." Qi Qing wiped the blood from his lips. His lungs were trembling with pain, but his voice was full of sarcasm: "What virtue and ability do I have to make the leader of a sect personally take action?"
The elder waved his sleeves and all but a few of his trusted disciples left, and the rest, including himself, withdrew. In the empty hall, only the head of Yuqing Sect and Qi Qing were left to confront each other.
"You should ask yourself this question."
The head of Yuqing Sect had a cold light in his eyes, and every word he spoke seemed to be filled with deep hatred: "Why did you collude with the demons and kill our elite disciples in the secret realm of the Mirage Clan?!"
"Demons?" Qi Qing's pupils shrank, and then he laughed in anger: "Absurd!"
He might have accidentally implicated some elite disciples, and he might have thought of kicking the heads of these sect leaders when he was angry - but colluding with the demons?
Absolutely impossible!
He hasn't even seen what the demons look like!
"You still don't admit it?" The voice of the head of Yuqing Sect suddenly turned cold, and the invisible big hand lifted Qi Qing up again.
The young man's bones creaked all over, but he still struggled to squeeze out words from his throat: "No... just no!"
He suddenly felt a little regretful for not following the plot. Even if he died as a cannon fodder like in the original book, his death would have been clear and distinct, unlike now.
He admits to things he has done, but he will never be accused of anything he has not done!
The palm force increased a little, Qi Qing was forced to look up, and took a few deep breaths with great effort, still clenching his teeth tightly, and said hoarsely: "I dare to swear by my inner demon that I have never colluded with the demons. What about you? Dare to swear by your inner demon that every word of your guess is true!"
The leader of Yuqing Sect didn't expect him to be so stubborn. He waved his sleeves in anger, and a corpse fell to the ground with a loud bang.
It was a middle-aged man with a haggard face, wrapped in a black robe. His eyes were open and staring straight ahead. Next to him was a communication talisman that was half shattered by the evil spirit.
"The evidence is irrefutable!" The head of the Yuqing Sect said sternly, "This man clearly died at the hands of the demons, and you still refuse to admit it, your crime is even more serious!"
Qi Qing stared at the unfamiliar face, and suddenly laughed when he thought of something. He stopped laughing after a few laughs, and gasped in pain in his throat: "Is this the formation master you sent out? He set up a trap and killed himself, and now he wants to drag me down with him? Don't you think it's funny?"
He had never seen such a shameless leader.
"How dare you!" The head of Yuqing Sect's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Is it funny? Dozens of our sect's elite disciples were killed by you, and you colluded with the demons and dared to come to Yuqing Sect with such brazenness... I only regret that I didn't kill you from the beginning!"
Qi Qing was shocked to see that his eyes had become somewhat paranoid and crazy.
It is impossible to reason with a paranoid person. Now that the enemy is strong and I am weak, I might as well change the skill card and rush out in one go.
"What a collusion between these noble and upright families!"
He suddenly raised his voice: "Xuantian Pavilion sent someone to seduce my apprentice but failed, and now you are crying thief, and now you have created a weird demon tribe. Who knows if you deliberately killed those disciples to frame me?"
The death of those elite disciples was a thorn in the heart of the Yuqing Sect's leader. When he dared to mention it, he immediately flew into a rage: "You are looking for death!"
Qi Qing activated the skill card.
Just when the rules were about to be rewritten, the opponent seemed to have sensed something, and the brewing spiritual power was suddenly stopped, and the big palm suddenly tightened!
Caught off guard, Qi Qing felt a strong sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and his vision went dark: "Ahem..."
He opened his eyes in vain. Death was imminent, and his last thought was - would Yue Ji cry?
…
Qi Qing had been inside for obviously longer than the others.
The people in the square began to get restless. Yue Ji suddenly took a step and climbed the stairs: "I'll go take a look."
His heart was beating fast, and an unpleasant feeling filled his chest.
Qianyuan Sword Master followed without saying a word, and at this moment, the barrier of the hall opened.
The young man in blue came out leisurely, neatly dressed and calm, and even a little surprised when he saw them: "What are you doing?"
Qian Yuan Jian Zun looked him up and down, a hint of subtlety appeared in his eyes: "Nothing?"
Qi Qing smiled slightly and walked past him calmly: "What could happen? In front of so many people, they dare not do anything to me, but that damn spirit-testing mirror is indeed interesting."
Then he turned to Yue Ji and said, "It's your turn. Go ahead."
Yue Ji didn't respond.
"Don't you want to go in?" Qi Qing urged gently: "Don't be afraid, Master is waiting for you here."
With a "swish" sound, the sword light suddenly turned cold.
The young man in black suddenly drew his sword, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Qi Qing's throat.
"If you dare to talk to me with this face again..."
Yue Ji narrowed his eyes, murderous intent in his eyes: "I will pull out your bones one by one, so that you can see with your own eyes - how you died."
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