Chapter 75 What did you do to Immortal Venerable Qingxi?
Ling Shu lost her appetite. She was always quite easygoing and would not eat if she didn't want to. Seeing the dishes on the table made her even less interested.
The locals prefer light and bland food, emphasizing that the dishes should leave no lingering taste after they pass through the mouth. The dishes served are things like boiled vegetables in plain water and cabbage and tofu soup. Ling Shu, on the other hand, likes spicy and sour food, so the food tastes as bland as water.
Searching for people requires physical strength, and Zhuang Jinfu also needs her. She needs to conserve her strength. Despite her disgust, she forced the unpalatable food into her mouth until she was full. After finishing, she gagged twice, then stood up, leaning on the table, and asked the scholar who had spoken earlier, "May I ask, sir, where is the place where the dragon caused chaos?"
"Why are you asking this?" The scholar glanced at Ling Shu. The girl looked to be around ten years old, small and short. He thought a strong wind could blow her into the sky, and the sword in her hand was almost half her height. The scholar chuckled, "With your small frame, how much force can you withstand? You shouldn't try to be like those chivalrous knights, fighting and killing. The Immortal Venerable is gone, he doesn't need you anymore. You should go home and read a few more pages of books, and take the exam to become a scribe."
"Where?"
The scholar saw that when she heard the words "Immortal Venerable," her eyes shone brightly with a piercing light, and her expression was unusually firm when she asked the question. He was startled and began to doubt his own judgment. Could this young girl have a great background? He humbly looked to the northeast and said, "Let me tell you first, the dragon is ferocious. If you seek your own death, don't blame me for giving you directions."
Where is it?
"Northeast, Hongzhen Township. Even the Immortal Venerable has gone there, why are you still rushing to risk your life..." Before the scholar could finish speaking, she raised her sword and rode it like the wind towards Hongzhen Township.
The stone tablet bearing the inscription "Hongzhen Township" is tilted and half of it is sunken, with the character "township" buried in the ground and only its top part showing.
We've arrived.
At this moment, the moon was bright and cloudless, shining brightly on the earth, making the ground clear. It was precisely this clarity that sent chills down one's spine.
As far as the eye could see, there were no trees for miles, only dewdrops on the tips of the grass. The ground was uneven and rugged, with a patch of reflective pits. Stones from the ground were turned upside down, and half a hand, a leg, ribs, and other limbs hung on the jagged rocks. Ling Shu changed the scabbard and drew her sword. She held the long sword and flicked it at the reflective pit. Red liquid dripped down the blade. It was blood.
The air was filled with a strong, fishy stench.
Looking around, there was no one in sight.
Silence. Not even a sound of wind. The blood-filled pit was still and undisturbed, as if frozen in place. A thumb fell from the severed arm into the blood-filled pit from the jagged rocks, splashing water. The blood-filled pit next to it rippled without wind. From near to far, countless blood-filled pits trembled and rippled. The ground beneath Ling Shu's feet rose up, and a sudden change occurred.
A deafening dragon roar came from the ground, and a huge dragon head burst out of the earth in front of Ling Shu, soaring straight into the sky.
"You can't hold me back, hahaha!"
The dragon's body unleashed its powerful magic, causing Ling Shu to be blown two zhang away by the wind. The dragon's body was enormous, and as it broke through the ground, its tail swept straight at Ling Shu, forcing Ling Shu to dodge left and right to escape the "dragon's tail swing".
"What did you do to Immortal Venerable Qingxi?!"
The dragon hovered in the air, looking around curiously at where the wild yet sweet girl's voice was coming from, but it couldn't see anyone.
"I'm on the ground."
The dragon looked down and, from the perspective of a flying dragon in the sky, the girl riding the sword on the ground looked as small as a chick.
"Little vixen?"
Ling Shu saw that the dragon's scales had fallen off, and there were many wounds from sharp blades, with some areas of festering flesh. He figured that it hadn't gotten any good out of Zhuang Jinfu either.
"Rotten Skin Dragon, what have you done to Zhuang Jinfu?!"
The dragon laughed heartily, thinking that this little fox spirit was overestimating herself, and decided to tease her: "You little half-demon dare to call your immortal lord by his name? How ridiculous! Aren't you afraid that ice-faced man will kill you with a single stroke of his knife?"
"Where is she?!" Ling Shu shouted angrily, extremely anxious. Zhuang Jinfu came to fight the dragon, but the dragon didn't die, and they couldn't find her anywhere. Oh dear, where did she go?!
The dragon's body swayed, and suddenly its head turned downwards, flying straight towards Ling Shu. The intimidating power of the dragon king of all beasts rushed in, but Ling Shu didn't blink. She gripped the hilt of her sword firmly, and the tip of her sword met the dragon's attack. In an instant, a protective shield of pinkish-purple magic power formed around her. Amidst the flowing pinkish-purple magic power, blue and white ice flowers were mixed in. A single ice flower released a powerful attack, sending the dragon flying far away.
Zhuang Jinfu forcibly switched in the cultivation level of someone she was cultivating with, so it was for defensive purposes?
The dragon, lamenting "Alas!", flew back on a whim, her anger still rising. She, a demon immortal enlightened by the sea god of the underworld, had been easily flung far away by a little girl, which was a disgrace to her dragon status. She was determined to silence the little girl to maintain her image of wisdom and might!
The dragon's roar shook the earth and rocks, a fierce wind blew, blood and gore were swept up by the wind, and severed limbs flew everywhere. Wet mud and gravel were swirled in the wind, which was as sharp as a knife and sounded like the wailing of a madman, which was extremely terrifying.
Ling Shu resisted the force, and the sword under her feet gradually retreated. The momentum before she even made a move was so great that it was almost earth-shattering. It was conceivable that the way it rushed down before being thrown away was just to scare her.
"What is your relationship with that thieving immortal?" He almost roared these words, his voice deep and resonant, as if it were an ancient roar.
"None of your business!" Ling Shu's voice was full of energy and her aura was in no way inferior. She had read in ancient books that the Jiaolong was not a true dragon, but it still belonged to the dragon race. It was a kind of demon that had not yet transformed into a true dragon after cultivating from a snake or fish. This Jiaolong was enlightened to become an immortal, but as an immortal, it was not a true dragon immortal. In terms of cultivation, it was only one step away from completely transforming into a dragon, and its strength was on par with that of a Nascent Soul stage demon.
It has a snake's body, no dragon's horns, four claws, and no dragon pearl inside its body, but a demon's core. Since it has escaped to the human world to do evil, it must be hunted down. The only tricky thing is that it is a demon immortal with an owner. As the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. To teach it a lesson, you have to consider the sea god of the underworld's face.
Based on the unintentional deflection of the dragon's attack, Ling Shu guessed that the defensive barrier Zhuang Jinfu had placed on her must be very strong. Fighting it regardless of life or death would be difficult to predict the outcome, but she would definitely survive. What was there to fear if she survived, especially since Zhuang Jinfu's whereabouts were still unknown.
Without hesitation, he listened to the wind and used it to his advantage, soaring upwards and avoiding the rocks. The dragon was enraged and swung its claws. With two clangs, the sword and claws clashed twice before retreating. The dragon's head opened its mouth and attacked, biting Ling Shu's sword. Ling Shu struggled to pull it back, determined not to let it take away his weapon.
In the midst of the tug-of-war, Ling Shu gritted her teeth and roared, "What did you do to her?" The dragon panted heavily, full of disdain, yet showing no signs of strain. It swung its head wildly, pulling Ling Shu through the air.
Ling Shu was at a disadvantage. He silently chanted, "Five Thunders, Five Thunders, follow my command, strike wherever I point, lightning, come!" As soon as he finished chanting, a thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the dragon's body.
The dragon released its grip in pain, and Ling Shu, sword and all, was flung through the air in a wide arc. The wind was howling, and she lost her balance. Her foot slipped from the scabbard, and she fell from the sky. Seeing her fall, the dragon swung its body, ready to kick her while she was down!
The wind howled, and the clouds suddenly gathered over Hongzhen Township. Dark clouds obscured the moon, and a large shadow swept over, darkening the Blood Pit in the shadow.
In the darkness, visibility was poor. All that could be seen was Ling Shu's lost scabbard flying past in a flash. It was impossible to discern her movement technique. From a distance, a point of pinkish-purple light appeared, spiraling from the dragon's tail toward its head. A gleaming, cold silver sword flashed across the dragon's body, and blood splattered from its flesh. The point of light, like a golden dragon coiled around a pillar, finally landed on the dragon's body behind its head.
Ling Shu grabbed the dragon's long whiskers, rode on its back, summoned her sword to follow, and used all her strength to grip it, making it bar its teeth, hiss, and shake its head from side to side, trying to throw Ling Shu off.
"I'm asking you, what have you done to Zhuang Jinfu!"
"Ha, that thieving immortal was dragged underground and crushed to death by me long ago!"
Suddenly, lightning struck! It struck the dragon directly! Ling Shu had been intentionally summoning dark clouds, and now the sky was covered with thick clouds, making the world dark. Several bolts of lightning fell at the same time, as if multiple electric nets had fallen between heaven and earth. The lightning illuminated the world in a black and white light, and the girl rode the dragon wildly through the lightning.
"Then you shall die too!" Ling Shu roared, her temper flaring with fury. With the thought that if she didn't die, neither would the dragon. She drew her sword and aimed it at the dragon's head, about to pierce its brain, when suddenly a white light flashed and knocked her sword away.
"Your disciple, upon hearing of your death, is indeed determined to fight her to the death."
"My little ancestor, please do me a favor and spare her."
A woman's voice, as melodious as a nightingale's song, chuckled twice. As soon as she finished speaking, the dragon froze in mid-air, and a white arc of spiritual energy with ice flowers shot into the sky, instantly dispersing the thunderclouds.
Ling Shu lowered his head, and several blood-filled puddles on the ground lit up with golden light. Golden inscriptions appeared on the blood-filled puddles, which were incantations for the salvation of the dead.
The wind stopped, and the severed limbs and rubble slowly fell. A figure in yellow and a figure in white rode a sword in mid-air. The woman in yellow was graceful and slender, presumably the sea god of the underworld. Beside her stood a woman with her hands behind her back, supporting her sword. Her temperament was as elegant as a lotus flower. It was Zhuang Jinfu. She was not dead.
She wasn't dead, so why was she killing the dragon? Ling Shu immediately jumped off the dragon's body, but she was so excited that she lost her footing on the sword. A white figure flew over and steadied her, and a clear, melodious female voice rang in her ears, "Be careful."
Ling Shu steadied herself, looked up at her, her eyes reddening: "I thought you were really dead..." Zhuang Jinfu chuckled: "How could a little fairy like you kill me?"
"Where did you go? I can't find you anywhere. Rotten Skin Dragon said she shoved you underground. Are you alright? Let me see." Ling Shu grabbed her arm and looked her over. Zhuang Jinfu's white clothes were spotless and without any damage. Suspecting that she might have internal injuries, she looked over with concern.
Zhuang Jinfu noticed a few pebbles in her hair and picked them off: "I'm fine. I went down into the ground and had a good fight with her. It just so happens that the Underworld Sea is underground, so I went to the Underworld Sea to find the Sea God."
"What a loyal little disciple." Quan Yi came over with a beaming smile. This dragon had been running around causing trouble, and as the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Since her smile was gentle, it wasn't right to blame her. Quan Yi apologized first: "I'm sorry, I haven't disciplined her properly, and she's caused such trouble. I'm truly ashamed. Today, I thank Qingxi and you, my little disciple, for sparing her life. I will take her back and discipline her strictly, and I will never let her sneak into the mortal realm again."
Zhuang Jinfu accepted her bow. Ling Shu pretended to be honest. When Zhuang Jinfu nodded in return, Ling Shu adopted the obedient demeanor of a well-mannered junior and bowed properly.
"What a well-mannered child," praised the Sea God of the Underworld, then added regretfully, "If only my disciples were all this sensible."
Zhuang Jinfu smiled but didn't speak. Ling Shu chuckled twice and obediently said, "It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching."
The Sea God of the Underworld cast an envious glance at Zhuang Jinfu, saying, "I'll come and ask you for advice on how to become a follower another day. Don't refuse, Qingxi."
Zhuang Jinfu coughed. "Let's talk about it another day."
She thought to herself that her disciple was no better than the disciples under her tutelage. Her disciple had caused a great disaster due to her negligence in guarding him. Before, he had even stolen all the steamed buns from the steamed bun shops in the city because he was greedy... The day after Ling Shu joined the Elders' Council, she had a falling out with the head of the Fire Cloud Palace, Wang Lifu, and blew up Wang Lifu's Fire Cloud Palace, leaving it exposed.
To this day, a sign still hangs at the entrance of the Fire Cloud Palace: "1. No loud noise. 2. No fighting. 3. No sword flying inside the palace. 4. No smoking. 5. No spiritual arts allowed inside."
The reason was that Ling Shu had approved all the leave requests from the entire Danmai sect, and everyone in the sect had gone down the mountain to play. When Wang Lifu urgently needed pills, no one from the Danmai sect was there, so he went to question Ling Shu about why she had acted this way. The two had a big argument, and Ling Shu retorted that all the disciples in the sect worked nine days a week and rested only one day. Even the black workshops of evil cultivators weren't that corrupt! The two argued without resolution, and the next day Ling Shu went and blew up the Huoyun Palace.
A few days later, for reasons unknown, Wang Lifu agreed, and the sect's council issued a decision: from now on, all those in office would work five days a week and rest two. This decision was met with cheers from the entire sect, who all said that when Ling Shu died, she would be enshrined in the ancestral temple. Ling Shu: "...Hope I'm alright." From then on, people went to offer incense to Wen Ji every day.
Quan Yi liked Ling Shu more and more as she looked at her. Ling Shu was pretty and delicate, perhaps because she hadn't fully grown up yet. She was beautiful and charming, and standing next to Zhuang Jin Fu, she looked lovely and was extremely endearing. She smiled and said, "I wish she were my disciple. Why don't I have such good luck to meet such a beautiful and talented girl? Qing Xi, you are so lucky."
Zhuang Jinfu thought to himself that sometimes he wasn't exactly blessed... Ling Shuren was a timid and wild person who was always thinking about rebelling against his superiors. If he wasn't taken care of properly, she would stay away from him, and if she couldn't see him, she would risk her life. He needed to be careful and take care of her at all times so that the flower could bloom well.
Zhuang Jinfu smiled and asked Quan Yi, "Do you want it?"
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