One moment, the sky was clear and the air was crisp. The next, a fierce wind arose and dark clouds gathered.
The weather was abnormal. The old man looked up and saw dark clouds swirling rapidly, with lightning flashing at their center. The thunder roared, deafeningly loud. Lightning flashed through the clouds and rain, as bright as day. The subtle pressure emanating from the lightning made the old man tremble.
"The Way of Heaven?" The old man suddenly realized, then exclaimed in horror.
"You are not a demon, you are absolutely not a demon." The old man looked at the immobile Ji Xiaoxiao and repeatedly denied her true form. "Blessed by the Heavenly Dao, who exactly are you?"
"Ahem..." Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't help but chuckle. "Who am I? Didn't Shui Wuhen tell you everything, big and small? Hmph, I can tell from your expression that Shui Wuhen definitely didn't tell you the details. Old man, tell me, what grudge do you have against Shui Wuhen that would make him go to such lengths to take your life?"
The old man's face showed a mix of emotions: surprise, astonishment, and the lingering fear of surviving a close call. Ji Xiaoxiao stared intently, guessing that the old man was probably beginning to doubt Shui Wuhen.
"Old man, have you ever seriously considered the death of your son? How could I, a rabbit demon who has only recently taken human form and whose demonic power is almost nonexistent, possibly kill your son? Putting aside the depth of your son's cultivation before his death, I couldn't even get close to the magical artifacts and treasures on his body. If I can't get close, how can I kill him?" Ji Xiaoxiao pressed her advantage and decisively continued her attack.
Flies don't land on eggs without cracks. Since the old man already harbors suspicions about Shui Wuhen, Ji Xiaoxiao has added a powerful dose of medicine. I don't believe they can still be brothers.
The old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands, which were raised straight down, trembled slightly. After a long while, a murderous aura swirled around the old man, his robes billowed without wind, fallen leaves swirled and flew up, and dust and sand filled the air.
"Demon, don't try to fool me. I am not some ordinary mortal, your sorcery is useless against me." The old man closed his eyes, then opened them again. "A life for a life, a debt for a debt, it's only right and proper. Even if the heavens protect you, you will surely die today."
Ji Xiaoxiao took in the old man's actions and expressions, and realized that his attack on her was not simply to avenge his son, but clearly he had other plans.
Deep within the fog, at the end of the road, lies a truth unknown to others.
A promise is a promise, and an action must be carried out. If the old man wants Ji Xiaoxiao to die without a burial place today, he won't drag it out until tomorrow and contradict himself.
The old man stretched out his hand, revealing his natal spiritual artifact in his palm. The artifact was an airtight sphere, its surface gleaming golden. The old man activated it with his spiritual power, and the sphere instantly shone with brilliant golden light. The golden light was dazzling and radiant, and Ji Xiaoxiao had no choice but to close her eyelids.
"You are a cultivator, you should know that the will of Heaven cannot be defied. I am blessed and protected by the Heavenly Dao, yet you attacked me. Aren't you afraid that the Heavenly Dao will punish you?"
The surrounding spiritual energy surged rapidly, the wind howled violently, sand and stones flew, trees swayed, and shadows danced. The old man's chilling killing intent sent shivers down Ji Xiaoxiao's spine, chilling her to the bone.
"Fear? How could I not be afraid? Heaven is ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. I am but a member of this mortal world, unable to escape the cycle of life and death, the cause and effect of fate." The old man diverted his attention to the sky above his head, but said calmly, "My son died at your hands. If I don't personally destroy you, you will become an indelible demon in my heart. I will find it difficult to make any progress on the path of cultivation."
Those who cultivate immortality place the utmost importance on cause and effect, reincarnation, and the order of Heaven. Ji Xiaoxiao thought her words would at least make the old man wary. However, Heaven can be measured, Earth can be fathomed, but the human heart is unfathomable. Despite calculating the cause and effect perfectly, Ji Xiaoxiao was always one step behind.
Ji Xiaoxiao moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but the old man suddenly made a move.
The sphere flew from the old man's hand and landed directly above his head. Without hesitation, the old man swiftly channeled a vast amount of spiritual energy into the sphere. As if it had eaten its fill, the sphere released a thin layer of golden light, which slowly enveloped the old man.
"I can attack from a thousand miles away. I can also defend, remaining unharmed even when surrounded by ten thousand men. Once the Golden Fixed Fiery Sphere is deployed, even the Nine-Nine Purple Heaven Thunder Tribulation cannot harm me." The old man was confident and arrogant, coldly looking at the half-dead Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao squinted, appearing calm and composed, but inside she felt utterly cold.
"You monster, today I will rid the people of this scourge."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man unleashed a raging flame from his right hand towards Ji Xiaoxiao. Unwilling to accept her fate, Ji Xiaoxiao barely moved before vomiting a mouthful of blood.
Just as Ji Xiaoxiao's life hung by a thread, a giant bolt of lightning struck the old man from the sky. The old man spoke eloquently, but he dared not confront the will of Heaven head-on, and quickly dodged away.
Afterwards, the old man pretended to attack Ji Xiaoxiao several more times, but each time the Heavenly Dao neutralized his attacks. When Ji Xiaoxiao's patience ran out and she became agitated, and since the old man had not actually been injured by the giant lightning, she finally felt a real threat of death.
"Haha, so what if Heaven protects you? You're still at my mercy, at my mercy to slaughter you."
Undeterred, the old man launched a series of attacks at Ji Xiaoxiao, ignoring even the deafening thunder. In the blink of an eye, a beam of light descended from the sky, completely enveloping Ji Xiaoxiao and blocking all of the old man's deadly attacks.
The original owner was protected by the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao could not disregard order and kill people at will to silence them. That is why the old man is still alive and kicking.
"Heavenly Way, why are you obstructing me? Aren't you the one who prides yourself on being just and impartial?" The old man raged, throwing fireballs and projectiles, but to no avail, and his anger flared up.
Half an hour later, the old man's spiritual energy was exhausted, and he angrily stopped.
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