Chapter 051
A few seconds later, a figure suddenly appeared on the top of the Seven Peaks.
The figure looked down coldly at the people below, waved his hand, raised his right palm and pressed it down hard.
A huge hand covering the sky came towards him, almost flattening the entire mountain.
The disciples who were practicing on the top of the mountain were all terrified and used all their unique skills in the hope of escaping from this huge palm.
A figure flew out from the hall at the top of the mountain and threw out a phantom with his hand.
The shadow swelled in the wind, quickly transforming into a monster with a tiger's head and a leopard's tail. This monster was enormous and incredibly ferocious, its eyes the size of wheels dull and lifeless, yet its movements were incredibly agile.
Wuyouzi saw the monster puppet, sneered, raised his hand and pressed it down. Suddenly, a jade-white palm appeared in the air and pressed down hard on the monster.
"Roar!" The monster was not willing to be outdone. It raised its claws and charged forward, letting out a deafening roar.
Wuyouzi's figure flashed and suddenly disappeared from the air, replaced by a slender figure.
The figure wore a vibrant red dress, her long, dark hair covering most of the sky. The fine strands of hair wove into a vast net, enveloping the demonic beast.
The huge monster was shocked when it saw this and tried to escape, but was trapped in the net.
"Roar!" The monster screamed.
The seemingly thin hair was actually very strong, and it was deeply bitten into the monster's fur. The originally extremely strong defense seemed to be non-existent in front of the hair, and a large amount of black blood oozed out of all the tight places.
"Wuyouzi!" An angry roar came from the peak. "How dare you!"
Wuyouzi sneered and communicated with his mysterious corpse in his mind.
The corpse in the red dress smiled coldly and clenched its right hand.
The monster that was strangled in the hair net let out screams, and its entire body instantly fell into pieces, turning into a pile of corpses.
This was a battle without any suspense, the difference in strength between the two sides was completely overwhelming.
The man looked at his monster puppet turning into a pile of meat, his face suddenly changed, and he looked at Wuyouzi with a very vicious look.
"Sheng Nantian, you do it on the first day and I do it on the fifteenth. This is just a small lesson. I, Wuyouzi, am right here. Let me see if you have the courage to start a war with me!" Wuyouzi protected the red-skirted corpse behind him and glared coldly at the figure on the top of the peak.
The middle-aged man named Sheng Nantian had an ugly pale face, but in the end he did not say the word "start a war".
Wuyouzi snorted coldly. This bunch of puppet-faction rubbish only knew how to make small moves behind the scenes all day long. If he dared to talk about starting a war, he would still look down on him.
"If you dare to mess with the Thirteen Peaks again, I will destroy all your other puppets! Even the Sect Leader can't stop me!"
Before he finished speaking, Wuyouzi's figure had disappeared, leaving only a mess on the ground.
Sheng Nantian stared at his back grimly, then suddenly turned and knocked several nearby disciples away: "Useless! Go find out who is plotting against the Thirteen Peaks!"
He was very annoyed. Wuyouzi of the Thirteen Peaks was a leader of the Xuanshi Sect. Although their Puppet Sect had made some preparations long ago, they did not intend to turn against Wuyouzi immediately.
——At least not now.
I don’t know which idiot actually tried to stroke Wuyouzi’s tiger whiskers. Doesn’t he know that Wuyouzi is a lunatic who sometimes doesn’t even give face to the leader?
When they were about to succeed, he didn't mind killing Wuyouzi, but he provoked him in advance even though he was clearly not prepared - was he afraid that their plan would go too smoothly?
Putting aside the matter of the Puppet Faction for the time being, Wuyouzi began his retreat after returning to the Thirteen Peaks.
Although Wuyouzi was as strong as ever and even turned around and attacked the Puppet Faction, Zhang Yifan sensed something bad from his master's various behaviors.
What happened at Qifeng quickly spread throughout the entire Corpse Puppet Sect.
For a moment, those who had been ready to make a move were frightened by Wuyouzi's strength.
Zhang Yifan quietly came to the place where Wuyouzi was in seclusion and walked back and forth anxiously at the gate.
He wanted to ask something, but was worried that it might disturb his master's retreat.
"Yifan, what's going on?" Wuyouzi's voice was indifferent. This time, his retreat wasn't a complete one; he had already noticed the movement at the door.
"Master..." Zhang Yifan looked at the open door, overjoyed, and hurried in.
Soon, when he walked out, the worry on his face disappeared, and he even showed a hint of joy.
Before long, this news reached the desks of many people, and those who wanted to make trouble secretly held back for the time being.
Wuyouzi may not be injured, so their plan is temporarily stopped.
Those undercurrents had nothing to do with Lin Qingyang. He felt that he was just a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage. The masters in the sects had their own elders to decide, and it was not his turn to speak.
His daily life was very regular. Apart from three meals a day and necessary rest, he devoted all his time to cultivation.
His blood evil body is an excellent embryo for the magic skills. In the eyes of ordinary people, the skills that are most suitable for him should be those of the Blood Evil Sect or the Blood Shadow Hall, but in Wuyouzi's opinion, the most suitable for him is the Corpse Life Xuanluo Skill of their Corpse Puppet Sect.
The Blood Evil Body is more friendly to blood-based exercises, but it also has a very good acceptance of Yin energy. Moreover, the Corpse Puppet Sect is based on corpse refining, and corpses are often relatively stiff. Using the Blood Evil Body to integrate them will make the corpse refining have better flexibility.
For the people of Xuanshi Sect, their natal Xuanshi is their foundation. The stronger the Xuanshi is, the better the feedback on their strength will be. Therefore, when Cheng Hui's strength increased, Lin Qingyang's cultivation speed increased sharply, and only when the two people's cultivation levels became equal did they return to normal efficiency.
In the blink of an eye, another month passed, and the atmosphere in the sect became strangely peaceful.
But both the other brothers and Lin Qingyang knew very well that the calm was only temporary. The Puppet Faction was accumulating strength. Once they were fully prepared, a huge conflict would inevitably break out.
Lin Qingyang had been interrupted several times when he was asking questions to Zhang Yifan. As Wuyouzi's eldest disciple, Zhang Yifan was in charge of the Thirteen Peaks when Wuyouzi was in seclusion. All the news and communications from other members of the Xuanshi Sect would be passed to him. This made him very busy every day recently, and he could only find time to guide Lin Qingyang.
In fact, Lin Qingyang didn't really want to disturb others when they were busy, but he was isolated from the news on the peak, and his only source of information was Zhang Yifan.
But Zhang Yifan felt that he was still young and didn't tell him anything. He had no choice but to use this method to try to find out as much information as possible.
Even if there were only some minor details, they were enough for him to infer that the dispute between the Xuanshi and Puppet factions had become completely irreconcilable, and even the leader was somewhat powerless.
Lin Qingyang didn't want to get involved in these things. Both he and Cheng Hui were very aware of their own strength. However, they couldn't just ignore it. As a member of the Xuanshi Sect, once the Xuanshi Sect fell into a disadvantage, they would definitely not have a good ending.
That's why Lin Qingyang made preparations early. Once things became impossible... of course he would escape as soon as possible.
He never thought that running away would be shameful. On the contrary, it would be foolish to rush forward and seek death when he knew he was not strong enough.
"Ah... so boring..." Cheng Hui sat lazily beside the spiritual field, basking in the sun.
In recent days, he has been staying in the courtyard and not going out, because Lin Qingyang said that the conflict between the two factions seemed to have intensified and it was not safe inside the sect. He did not forbid Cheng Hui from going out, but Cheng Hui did not want to cause trouble for him, so he did not go out, not even to the library.
Cheng Hui was very obedient and stayed in the yard to farm honestly, but apart from practicing and farming every day, he really had nothing to do and could only stay here to bask in the sun.
For ordinary zombies, they don’t like sunlight. As products of yin energy, they naturally have no good impression of sunlight.
But Cheng Hui, this weirdo, is completely different from other zombies. He has no awareness of being a zombie at all. Instead, he stays in the sun all day long.
In other words, Lin Qingyang doesn't interact much with his fellow disciples, and doesn't like to talk about Cheng Hui's daily affairs, otherwise it would have been exposed long ago.
"Huihui, what are you doing?"
Lin Qingyang finished one week of practice and walked out of the quiet room. He saw Cheng Hui sitting on the edge of the field, his hands supporting his chin in a daze. He couldn't help but walk over and lie on his back.
"Dazing off..." Cheng Hui said slowly.
Lin Qingyang paused: "What's wrong? Why are you in a daze?"
Cheng Hui gave him a strange look: "Why not just sit there? I don't have anything to do."
Lin Qingyang said coquettishly: "If you have nothing to do, you can look at me. Am I not pretty?"
“…Even if it’s beautiful, you can’t look at it all day long.”
"But I can look at Huihui all day long and never get tired of it." Lin Qingyang rubbed Cheng Hui's pale face with his cheek, feeling the coolness, and couldn't help but hug him tighter.
Cheng Hui moved his shoulders uncomfortably. This little brat had always been clingy. At first, he wasn't used to being so close to others, but later... later, he got used to it. _(:з」∠)_
"By the way, let's play Go." Cheng Hui had an idea. Going out might cause trouble for Lin Qingyang, so it would be okay to play Go in the house.
Go is too sophisticated for him to play, but he is pretty good at Gobang.
Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment: "What is Gobang?"
"Ha, that's a fun game. Come on, I'll teach you."
Cheng Hui didn't have any ready-made chess pieces, but fortunately there was no shortage of them in this small courtyard. He picked up a few larger stones and smashed them with his fist, and the stones turned into small pebbles. He picked out some of similar size, dyed half of them black, and then drew a chessboard on the ground. That was it.
When Cheng Hui was young, he lived with his grandmother. Although his grandmother had a pension, it was not much. Apart from providing for the two of them, she did not have much money. So Cheng Hui never had any toys when he was a child. The only thing he had was a Go board left by his grandfather, which he played as Gobang.
After preparing the chessboard and chess pieces, the two men squatted on the ground and started fighting.
In the first game, Cheng Hui explained the various rules to Lin Qingyang while playing. Although Lin Qingyang was young, he was very smart and understood it after listening to it once.
After he got familiar with the game through two more rounds, the two of them started fighting from the third round.
Cheng Hui played well, but only well. At least in front of Lin Qingyang, his advantage only lasted less than five games. Then he found that Lin Qingyang's chess moves were simply wild and unconstrained. Sometimes what you thought was an idle move became the key to a surprise victory in the later stage.
Cheng·Crushed·Hui:...It's outrageous!
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