Demon-possessed Song Liubai
There was a sound of something heavy scraping against branches in the woods.
Lin Xingwan stopped.
She subconsciously turned around to look at the backbone of the team.
Yan Meiqian looked deeply in the direction where the shade of the tree was swaying, and then he nodded mysteriously at Lin Xingwan.
"Everyone, rest where you are."
Lin Xingwan gave instructions in a low voice.
After seeing this, Yan Meiqian went deep into the forest alone.
He was very alert and used his spiritual sense to survey his surroundings, taking a few steps.
But Yan Meiqian's expression changed rapidly.
Yan Meiqian quickened her pace, looking for the source of the fall.
Then in the next moment, he accidentally parted the grass and saw a bloody man.
It looked very miserable.
But that person turned out to be his junior brother Song Liubai, whom he had always trusted.
Without saying a word, Yan Meiqian quickly stepped forward and pointed two fingers at Song Liubai's forehead to stop the leaking spiritual energy. Then she took out a few pills from her pocket and planned to feed them into Song Liubai's mouth.
But I don’t know what Yan Meiqian’s action stimulated the unconscious person.
Song Liubai suddenly opened his eyes and knocked away Yan Meiqian's hand that was trying to give him the pill. However, after seeing the person in front of him clearly, his originally calm face became very confused.
“Senior Brother…”
"I failed to bring Xiao Cha back, what should I do!"
"what to do!!"
When Song Liubai finished his last sentence, he was obviously exhausted. His eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
What on earth had he experienced that could have worn away Song Liubai's arrogance?
Yan Meiqian withdrew her hand that was hit. No one noticed that the skin quickly turned red, and it was obvious that the attacker had used a lot of strength.
Yan Meiqian used her other hand to place it on Song Liubai's wrist, transferring 40% of her spiritual power to Song Liubai.
Then Yan Meiqian carefully pulled the man up from the ground and carried him back to the camp.
*
Lin Xingwan, who was waiting there, twisted her fingers anxiously and unconsciously, and her lips were bitten to the point of peeling.
Until Shangguan Qing behind her shouted in surprise, "Brother Song!"
She looked up and was so surprised that her mouth opened slightly. She didn't dare to hesitate at all and hurried forward.
"How did Song Liubai get himself into such a mess? Where is Junior Brother Xiao?" Lin Xingwan shifted her gaze behind Yan Meiqian.
Yan Meiqian shook her head. "I only saw Junior Brother Song. I need to wait until Junior Brother Song wakes up to tell me what happened between them."
Shangguan Qing was shocked and said, "Oh my god, what on earth is there in this fairyland that could seriously injure Senior Brother Song like this!!"
"Could it be the demon race?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The crowd watching this scene became much more lively.
I don't know who complained or shouted.
"Not only did I not get the opportunity, but I also had to fight against the demons, which was a losing business!"
Then a middle-aged man stood up, waved his hand and said indignantly: "Brother Yan, I know that since entering the fairyland, our sect has never been separated."
"Although it's for our own safety, you can see that there are so many of us. Not only are we slower than others, but we haven't even gotten the opportunity that our fellow disciples have had, have we?!"
"Are we really going to come here for nothing and just watch others get this opportunity?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone echoed him.
"that is."
"Brother Yan, isn't this delaying other people's future?"
Lin Xingwan crossed her arms and stared at those troublemakers with a bad look.
She remembered these troublemakers; they were inner disciples of the Fifth Elder.
Then Lin Xingwan asked bluntly: "What do you want?"
"If I remember correctly, you guys hang out in the sect every day. You and I know exactly how this golden elixir came about."
The middle-aged man glared back in frustration, then thought of something and sneered, "Junior Sister Lin, you're too aggressive. No Immortal Lord would be interested in you."
When Lin Xingwan heard this, her brows relaxed slightly, and her original irritation and anger turned into a smile at the corner of her mouth: "How ridiculous! Who in the world dares to say that women are born to marry a good family and respect their husbands? Bah, stop using such dirty words."
"If you want to leave, I won't stop you. You're a bunch of disgusting rats and ants. My sect doesn't even bother to keep you."
"I will ask the elders for instructions when I get back. You don't need to return to Hengyuan Sect for what you did today."
When the middle-aged man and his accomplices heard this, their expressions turned ugly.
Obviously, they didn't intend to make things this bad.
Lin Xingwan took in their expressions, looking down at those "rat ants" whose ambitions were outstripping their strength. She said, "You covet the sect's protection, then endanger it and abandon it. How can there be so many good things in this world?"
The middle-aged man raised his finger and pointed at Lin Xingwan in frustration, "You are just a disciple of the sect. You don't have the final say in matters like this."
Lin Xingwan rubbed her wrist. She finally understood that these people in front of her had no intention of taking her seriously at all, so there was no point in wasting her breath.
But it was just a blink of an eye.
Lin Xingwan drew the sword from her waist, but perhaps she was still a little concerned about the fact that they were wearing the uniforms of Hengyuan Sect disciples, so she only used the scabbard to strike when she attacked.
The cultivation of that group of middle-aged men was boosted by elixirs, so their foundation was unstable.
So Lin Xingwan was knocked several meters away without even having to use a few moves.
The middle-aged man fell to the ground, holding his bones and groaning in pain. He was then pulled up by several people who were traveling with him. He subconsciously looked at Yan Meiqian who was watching the fight silently on the side.
The middle-aged man was unhappy.
I originally thought that Yan Meiqian, as the eldest senior brother, should care the most about the sect's reputation. Now that Lin Xingwan has become "in the spotlight" in front of everyone, this pretty boy didn't show any anger at all.
It's really unbearable.
But the middle-aged man didn't know.
Lin Xingwan grew up with Yan Meiqian since childhood, and they know each other's thoughts without saying a word.
What Lin Xingwan is doing now is exactly what Yan Meiqian wants.
"Get out of here!" Lin Xingwan glared at him fiercely.
The group of people finally couldn't stay any longer and planned to leave with the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man felt an inexplicable surge of anger in his heart, which then turned into an obsessive thought: This girl looks down on me now. When I get the opportunity in the fairyland, I will see if she dares to be so presumptuous after I get out. By then, she will definitely be respectful to me!
Wait for the troublemakers to leave.
Only two-thirds of the Hengyuan Sect's disciples are left.
Lin Xingwan glanced around, a look of determination flashing in her eyes. She nodded to the others and turned to look at Song Liubai, who was lying under the tree with his eyes closed: "Big Brother, what should we do?
"The injuries are quite serious. The external injuries have been almost repaired by spiritual energy, but..." Yan Meiqian hesitated and continued, "The internal injuries are quite serious. Moreover, Junior Brother Song seems to have fallen into a demonic barrier. When he inputs spiritual energy, his body subconsciously expel the spiritual energy I injected."
"What!"
"this……"
Lin Xingwan and Shangguan Qing looked at each other. Who would have thought that after just a day and a half of not seeing each other, the once proud man would become like this and even suffer from a demonic disorder.
No one can help you overcome obstacles; you can only save yourself.
Yan Meiqian put the man down next to the tree, and he also heard some of what the middle-aged man and others said just now.
Yan Meiqian couldn't help but reflect on himself. He knew the importance of opportunity to cultivators in the fairyland and that time could not be wasted any longer. He ordered those around him, "Rest for an hour now, and then continue on your journey."
Shangguan Qing stepped forward, "But what if Senior Brother Song doesn't wake up?"
Yan Meiqian stood up, turned her face slightly, and stared at the young man with gentle eyebrows, "Junior Brother Song's safety should be protected by me, you don't need to worry."
These words implicitly conveyed a response—the sect would never abandon anyone. Even if there were opportunities ahead, they were not as important as the lives of fellow disciples.
“Rustle, rustle—”
It started to rain lightly from the sky.
Song Liubai, who was curled up beside the tree trunk, had his eyelids twitching a few times before returning to calm.
No one knows that beneath this calmness lies an endless surge of negative emotions.
*
Song Liubai only felt that he had fallen into a cold pool that could condense ice beads over a thousand years. The coldness condensed from the ice beads was piercing to the bone, and the only thing left in his five senses was severe pain.
And his neck was ruthlessly bound by an invisible iron chain.
Whenever he wanted to move.
The iron chains will deprive Song Liubai of his breathing, suffocating him to the point that a sweet and fishy smell will gradually spread across his chest.
"Go to sleep."
"Everything you imagine will become a reality."
“Whatever you want will appear before you, and you can take it as you wish.
…
"Who are you?"
"Where is this place?"
A very familiar voice kept coming to Song Liubai's ears.
When he listened carefully, the voice was exactly the same as his own, but the rhythm was wrong.
Song Liubai thought the voice wouldn't answer him, but the person on the other side replied calmly, "Don't act like a stranger."
"In fact, we have met before."
"Have you forgotten?"
Immediately afterwards, a young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old suddenly appeared in the pool.
Song Liubai struggled to open his eyes and was surprised to find that the person in front of him was himself.
To be precise, it is the young "Song Liubai".
Seeing the other party's astonishment, 'Song Liubai' covered his mouth and laughed, causing the water surface to ripple on all sides and a red evil aura to fill the water.
Song Liubai stared at the young man in front of him.
The cracks on the boy's cheeks made him look unreal, and many of his subtle gestures and movements were similar to his own. This was clearly the product of his own obsession.
Now that he was weak, he ran out.
'Song Liubai' approached the thinking Song Liubai and said something incomprehensible.
"You like that loser, don't you?"
"Don't deny it, I am you, and the heart can't deceive people."
Song Liubai suppressed the irritation that was rising between his brows and asked fiercely with ill intention, "What do you want?"
"I'll get him for you!"
"Get him!"
"Let's get him together!!"
Suddenly, Song Liubai's face darkened, and he said in a accusing tone, "Look, he's been snatched away by someone else again. You're too weak."
These words pierced Song Liubai's heart like a sharp blade in the cold wind, triggering the dark side of him.
"Why not just be a tyrannical devil? Forget about the rules and regulations. When the time comes, there will be plenty of people willing to be your pawns. Why bother worrying about that mortal who isn't yours? Hmm?"
'Song Liubai' suddenly grinned. He knew that these words would not make Song Liubai change for the time being.
But it is enough to leave it as a sharp thorn in the wound.
If you don't remove the thorns, the wound will eventually fester and start to ooze pus.
'Song Liubai' retracted his magic barrier, and before doing so, he added a sentence that was implicitly sarcastic.
"Think carefully about whether you want to be a demon king or a coward."
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