Chapter 42 His Passion is Burning, He Needs to Kill Some People to Calm Down
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The world seemed to collapse and crumble before my eyes.
Chen Jinshi's smile and eyes slowly crumbled.
Why?
Why else could it be?
Because I've gone crazy, haha.
The young man in white still stood tall and elegant in the same spot, but it seemed as if he had been gone for a while.
That's terrifying, so terrifying. The most terrifying thing is that when she asked that question, it only shows that she doesn't share any of his feelings.
He stared at Miaojue for a long time, trying to glean something from those beautiful, clear pupils, but to no avail.
Feathers fell to the ground, and finally he gave a dry laugh, "Oh, really?"
"Really? I don't remember."
"Your memory has returned?"
The secret lies hidden in his sleeves, bringing peace and tranquility.
In fact, her memory had not fully recovered; it was only when she saw the old site of Langhuan that some... rather vivid fragments of memory were triggered.
It seems that the closer one gets to the core of the Langhuan, the looser the sealed parts become.
The true meaning that this set of relics can carry lies within this vast labyrinth in the distance.
As for why the image of the boy approaching with his eyes closed is so vivid, accompanied by the dense shade of early summer and the sound of the shallow pool, it is the first thing that jumps into view... the secret is unclear.
In fact, as a ten-year-old marriage tree, she certainly understands the concept of "love" very well.
Although what she mainly understands are relationships full of misunderstandings, heartbreak, torment, and breakups and reconciliations.
She glanced silently at Dongfang Yaotian and Gong Yuqiu, who were climbing out of the water in the distance.
Finally, he looked at the white-clad youth in front of him with an inscrutable expression.
This one is even more heavyweight.
The grown-up Jin Shi is a devastatingly sadistic love maniac!
Miaojue's gaze gradually deepened, becoming suspicious and self-protective.
This person is the only villain in the world who understands sadomasochism better than her and can manipulate events at will.
She covered her mouth in shock. Could it be that her lost memories were all of sadomasochistic relationships? Could it be that all his sadomasochistic experiences came from this...?
Chen Jinshi looked down and saw her covering her lips.
The girl's terrified gaze seemed to have taken his bones apart and put them back together.
He felt a deep emptiness in his chest, so he started to laugh nonchalantly.
"Oh, I remember now."
“You might be mistaken,” Chen Jinshi said, his face pale but serious, a smile playing on his thin lips. “Actually, it was you who kissed me.”
The ingenious method was astonishing.
Could it be that she developed all these sadomasochistic ideas this way? Miaojue gave a very fair self-examination.
So, which of us actually had the sadomasochistic relationship? This incomplete memory is a real problem.
Chen Jinshi awkwardly reached out and covered her eyes.
I've never been abused.
The most heartbreaking thing is that I couldn't find her for ten years.
Chen Jinshi didn't want to see her eyes, which were now devoid of emotion but full of thoughtful expression.
…He only kissed her twice.
Then they flew for a day and a night.
She was clearly a little happy at the time... so did she actually like it or not?
As expected, she's never liked birds. If he were a dragon, a phoenix, or a qilin…
Chen Jinshi's hand, which was covering her eyes, trembled, and was finally taken away by the girl.
Miaojue looked up and observed the bird.
His expression shifted rapidly, flashing through countless emotions of anxiety, despair, and forced composure. Finally, he looked coldly and maliciously at Langhuan Immortal Court, his eyes filled with a destructive desire that said, "If I'm unhappy, you won't be happy either."
This reminds me a lot of when I was young. A brilliant idea struck me.
He was depressed and anxious, treating her like the eleventh member of the Underworld Clan, like a big shot.
…but my eyelashes were trembling when I kissed them.
…
In the sea breeze.
The members of the underworld lined up in a row.
The long-lost sense of vast oppression was no longer suppressed, and spread towards this overseas celestial court.
Within the third and fourth ring roads, after the fog dissipated, a spatial array was activated within a few breaths, and the illusion disappeared into the maze.
However, the outer ring was far from being that powerful. The dragon's roar completely shook this paradise that had been peaceful for hundreds of years. Many low-ranking immortals jumped out in panic, looking around in shock.
Countless pure cranes flew out of the enormous, pure white maze, like scattered fragments of Xuan paper.
“I’ll go kill some people to show you,” Chen Jinshi seemed to have regained his composure, and moved his head to the side with amusement, “to see if I can help you remember more things.”
Miaojue blinked; her memories required a spiritual bone level above the Heavenly Realm to be able to bear them.
Someone's evil villainous aura has returned.
Chen Jinshi smiled and withdrew his hand from her eyes, as if the previous embarrassment was just an illusion, and he was just acting for fun.
He rubbed his fingertips, gesturing with his fingers towards the area beyond the Fifth Ring Road. "Look at those immortals. I won't kill them; that wouldn't be fun."
His slender fingertips tapped the mortal continent behind him again.
The earth seemed to tremble faintly in all directions, and countless sects and families were rushing towards the Endless Sea.
“They have long been out of food. After a century of unequal distribution, most people are suffering from addiction and spiritual imbalance. All they need is an opportunity.”
A wicked glint flashed in Chen Jinshi's eyes as he whispered intimately in Miaojue's ear, "And these Langhuan True Immortals are their new 'Netherworld Clan' nourishment."
Miao Jue was taken aback, and from the cold sneer at the corner of his lips, she understood his meaning.
The so-called True Immortal is someone who has undergone a sublimation of more flesh and blood from the Netherworld race, carefully avoided the tribulation of transcending ranks with the help of the spirit of the ancestral land, and became a Xuanling Bone body that is higher than the Heavenly Spirit Bone, undergoing a complete transformation and joining the ranks of immortals.
Someone like the Magpie Yang Immortal clearly failed to integrate the Nether Bone properly. The entire Nether Bone could not be integrated with her for a hundred years, which is why she became weaker and weaker. The Langhuan Immortal Family, on the other hand, was obviously much more successful.
Miaojue felt a chill at this world where everyone ate the underworld race.
Because the Underworld Clan is so incredibly large, and their true forms are born with the power to reach the heavens, they can support so many people and ascend to heaven in one step.
How cruel it is that a whale falls and all things come to life.
In fact, the difference between these true immortals and mortals is that they are much closer to the Netherworld race.
As the dust settles, surging ashes emerge from the fingertips, like the leisurely waiting before a ferocious beast attacks.
Once these True Immortals are rendered incapacitated, and there is no sea fog to separate them, the Gu they have raised on the continent will swarm across like locusts.
Who will eat whom then?
"It might not taste quite right, but it'll do the trick—" Chen Jinshi said with a smile as he looked at Miaojue. "Isn't it fun to watch them tear each other apart?"
"It's not fun."
Miao Jue sighed and squeezed the bird's cold fingertips. "What's so fun about it? I'd rather they'd never eaten it."
The stubborn malice that had been held back by the dust settled was extinguished once again.
He lowered his gaze, which fell on her small hand that was holding him. The evil aura of bristling hair that emanated from his body seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of water, and the feathers fell softly to the ground.
His lips curled into a half-smile, a mixture of joy and unease.
She could make him very happy just by saying a few words or holding his hand.
What will we do then?
Chen Jinshi pursed his lips and quietly told her, "Although you've forgotten, you've done even more serious things. I can slowly remind you to remember..."
His beautifully shaped, thin lips were very close, and his shimmering eyes held an eerie allure, releasing a subtle signal.
Something more serious than a kiss.
Miao Jue was startled, and her gaze unconsciously and hesitantly swept over his body and lower body.
No way, she would do something so serious?
She had always harbored a mystery in her heart: why she and Chen Jinshi had so coincidentally met and clashed in their destined love tribulation.
At this moment, a thought inevitably surfaced in her mind: Could this be the reason why she and he became the marriage tree and the villain of a sadomasochistic relationship?
Are these all karmic retribution for a bad relationship?
Chen Jinshi was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
What? What is she thinking?
He didn't say. But is it something we can even think about?
The villain, who had just been so evil and arrogant, suddenly tensed up all his muscles, his face burning from the side to the side of his neck, his pale skin tinged with a kind of hazy red heat, rushing straight down, his uncontrollable bestial nature bursting forth in an instant.
Finally, the bird turned and ran away in a panic.
"Open the door, let me in!" he shouted as he ran.
He needs to kill some people to calm down.
…
Inside Langhuan.
The spiritual energy of metal, wood, water, and fire flows alternately like a waterfall or a sea, gushing towards the tightly packed jade walls outside the four rings, like waves crashing against the shore, as if pleading upwards, with countless hands clinging to the maze.
The immortal's pleas were no different from those of a mortal.
"Ming Er has taken away the Azure Dragon! The sea fog has dissipated, please, Immortal Gongyu, intervene!"
“Ming Shi has liberated all the Netherworld race from six to nine, and they are about to invade.”
"Furthermore, the seven great families of the mainland have all rushed here. How can these meddlesome people enter the ring? We implore both families to lift the fog ban again. Although the Azure Dragon is not here, there are still others within the three rings..."
"Immortal Gongyu, Immortal Dongfang—"
Countless immortals rushed into the upper ring in a panic, trying to get as far away from the killing god outside as possible.
Although the entire Celestial Court appears to be an identical pure white maze, if you touch it, you will find that the texture of the outer walls of the fourth ring is different from that of the outer ring. Other materials have been ground into the stone, and they all know what they are.
Within the Fourth Ring Road lies the territory of the Gongyu and Dongfang families. The entire Fourth Ring Road is encased in Immortal-Trapping Stone Powder, stretching for thousands of miles, so naturally they are not afraid of the Underworld Clan!
But how should these immortals from the outer ring deal with this?
"What's all the noise about?" A woman's voice finally drifted down from the Fourth Ring Road. "Is the Nie family from the Tenth Ring Road here?"
"Yes," a deep voice replied respectfully from the crowd.
"What are you afraid of? Don't you know what kind of people the Nie family is backed by?"
The woman's voice above the fourth ring was as light as a cloud, drifting near and far. She did not reveal her presence, but the immortals below the wall had already bowed their heads and clasped their hands.
Within the Celestial Court, the difference between each ring is not as insignificant as it is on the mortal continent. Here, the surnames Dongfang and Gongyu are revered as the sun and moon.
The Nie family member hesitated for a moment: "But... but once the underground artifact is activated, the entire Ten Rings will..."
The woman's voice had already faded into the distance, as if it had disappeared from their affairs, "The Underworld Clan is right before your eyes. Whether you can seize them depends on your fate..."
The immortals exchanged glances, and then the Nie family of the Ten Rings quietly withdrew.
...
No matter how noisy it is outside.
Within the zero ring, all was quiet and peaceful, with only faint birdsong.
In this tranquil and splendid back garden, a refined man in a white robe gazed intently at the dial of the giant clock, his eyes distant and solemn.
The tangled threads of her will could only be discerned from the myriad strands, a will that had been hidden for a century.
She wanted to bring that power... that power that would change everything, the power that even he hadn't possessed...
"The only one, the only one, you're almost there..."
The man closed his eyes and sighed softly, "However, it's still not quite there yet."
On the bench behind me, the book "The Law of Causality" fluttered in the wind, its pages turning.
A pure white ash drifted from the man's fingertips, brushing past the "Eastern" golden mirror hanging at his waist, like a clean and spotless crane feather.
The pure white feather gently fell onto the paper, pressing down on a certain word on the page.
The man whispered softly, his voice like a melody: "We're going to leave them in the Tenth Ring Road—Jin, you won't be reluctant, will you?"
Although the surroundings were quiet and deserted, the musical note was plucked like ripples in the air, gently landing on a ring, where it was respectfully caught.
He raised his hand to touch the cold, giant clock, looked at the cosmic stars and mountains and thick clouds on the clock face, and sighed softly.
By this point, the role of the dilapidated forbidden tribe is actually no longer significant.
"The tribulation of love is seventy percent over; as long as one preserves their destiny, that will be enough, but..."
"That little girl, she is very important."
The only problem is that her spiritual bones are extremely difficult to break through to the Heavenly Realm, let alone reach the Profound Realm. This is because the power they bear is too immense... every challenge is a life-or-death ordeal.
Then I'll help you... help her.
The pure white ash crane feathers were blown up like leaves, drifting out of the zero ring and then heading towards the tenth ring.
…
"Found the only one, CCTV-5, pay homage to Feng Si."
"Return to our ancestral homeland."
Fuji carefully preserved the Azure Dragon's soul and looked solemnly at the Langhuan Immortal Court.
Their goal has always been very simple.
The Qilin Fire behind him finally dared to be released, reflecting his gentle yet firm golden eyes, and he said to everyone, "The first priority is not to get hurt."
The white-clad youth beside him had already begun to act, and the surging ashes had burned the Gate of Ten Rings to a mess, as if he was venting his anger—or venting his frustration.
Simultaneously, Xianba, Zhujiu, and others began their attack on the ten-ring wall of the maze.
A century has passed, and they still have no idea what their former homeland looks like now.
Miao Jue had also secretly investigated when the maze was built, but its construction time was so vast that her current spiritual bones could not trace back to it.
She had no choice but to step back to the side.
The male and female protagonists are now completely immersed in the righteous indignation of "the celestial court is ruthless and treats all things as straw dogs". They turn around and find that all the sects and factions on the continent are coming towards Langhuan. So they spontaneously go back and lead everyone to equality.
He personally led the Japanese soldiers into the village.
Miaojue calmly withdrew his gaze, which was truly a great act of kindness.
The system reminded her: "Although the male and female protagonists now harbor extreme distrust towards Langhuan, their true origins will still bring powerful emotional twists. The love and hatred between the two families and two surnames will plunge the male and female protagonists into endless suffering—"
The secret: "I know, I'm into sadomasochism, don't worry."
She then looked at Chen Jinshi, whose profile was tense and whose face was contorted with rage.
Noticing her gaze, the fierce bird seemed to tremble slightly, then launched a near-unrestrained, fiery attack.
But at that moment, the already crumbling maze walls suddenly trembled.
The entire Ten Rings is the outermost circle of the Celestial Court, stretching the longest and towering the highest; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a colossal structure.
Suddenly, it began to vibrate violently, as if it had been opened from the inside, and started to slowly sink into the sea. At the same time, something that had been pressing down on the ten rings seemed to be released as well.
Open the gates to welcome them? No way.
The crowd frowned, forming a semicircle, watching warily.
Dust Gathering has flown back to Miaojue's side, and his expression has returned to normal.
Miaojue asked, "So the Langhuan was made by comparing it to the Netherworld Clan, and each ring was made using the blood and bones of the Netherworld Clan. Then... when we enter the tenth ring, will we be facing spirits like you?"
He picked up the dust, took a bite, and then smiled slightly.
No, that's not it.
He smiled and put his arm around Miaojue's shoulder, then couldn't help but lean closer and whisper in her ear, "You forgot one thing: Cang San is outside Langhuan, and Haiwu is also a ring."
—"So, there are actually eleven rings in total."
Miao Jue was momentarily stunned, "Then that extra link is..."
Chen Jinshi looked down at her, not saying much, but pinching her cheek, "In short, what corresponds to me is not the tenth ring."
He is in the deepest place.
I'm afraid she is too.
The outer walls of the pure white jade maze were completely submerged under the seawater, and the rising water vapor dissipated, slowly revealing the ten-ring landscape to them.
A wave of heat hit me.
Crimson lava transformed into a raging moat, slowly flowing through the ten rings of the Celestial Court, resembling a volcano crater.
The intense, furious flame energy roared outwards, easily reminding them of that person.
That hot-tempered, chubby-faced older brother, that expert at farm work, who loved to argue with both adults and children, yet at the last moment, he sacrificed himself to ensure their escape... Feng Si, Chi Hu.
The Ten Rings is his grave.
A small portion of the thousands of bone fragments were sent overseas and landed in the western part of the continent, while the rest were preserved to the greatest extent possible within Langhuan, turning into seabed magma that has flowed for centuries.
Then, Feng Si's soul was shattered, and he perished completely.
Now, the last line of defense he left for his people to escape their homeland has become the first obstacle to stop them.
...
The crowd was deathly silent, their eyes glowing red from the lava.
Dust settled, and he pinched his fingertips so hard they bled; his eyes were dark.
When something is dead, it is truly dead. Even the Azure Dragon can rise from the well one day, but the Tiger, the King of Beasts, is utterly and completely dead.
Miao Jue stared intently at the river of lava, his eyes burning from the heat, yet he still couldn't grasp the vastness of time.
She made a mental note of it and pursed her lips.
She must reach the Heavenly Spirit Bone, or even the Profound Spirit Bone, to accomplish many things.
The Qilin fire of the second prince slowly condensed into a tail, and his voice was calm but several octaves lower, "It's alright, we'll... prepare his remains for burial when we return."
Now, prioritize saving those who survive.
They all understand this principle.
As the outer wall collapsed, the magma composed of tiger bone flames began to surge upwards, transforming into vertical columns of fire that rose along the endless ten rings.
The scene was magnificent; in just a few breaths, distant magma pillars rose up around the outer edge of the Langhuan Immortal Court.
At the same moment, countless people from all directions rushed in and formed a circle around the area.
Gong Yuqiu and Dongfang Yaotian, leading the group, excitedly set off for justice. Upon seeing that the Langhuan Immortal Court had erected magma to block their path, they laughed heartily.
"They disdain our mortal form to enter, but we will insist on entering!"
Dongfang Yaotian brandished his sword, while Changfeng rose arrogantly, shouting, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!!"
Miao Jue pulled back the surging ashes and told her second brother and the others, "Let the Chosen Ones lead the way. They both have the Langhuan Seal on them; they can get in no matter what—"
Moreover, there's a challenging part here; if you get past it, you might even achieve the Heavenly Spirit Bone.
Her face was hot, and her palms were hot too. After being pulled, Chen Jinshi suddenly frowned and lowered his head, his fingertips landing on her wrist.
Miaojue had felt her body temperature was very high since the beginning, and she thought it was caused by the Red Tiger magma.
It felt as if the entire skeleton was vibrating and generating heat.
Chen Jinshi suddenly paused, grabbed her wrist with his other hand, rolled up his sleeve, and searched upwards along her slender white forearm for something.
Miao Jue's delicate skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she felt a little dizzy from the heat. She wondered with horror if they had really done something serious to be so open about it...
Dust settled on her neck and shoulders, then followed the collarbone down one finger's width, finally—
A pure white crane feather was discovered silently.
Quietly tucked under the girl's shoulder bone.
Invisible and silent.
A work by Jin Xian.
His gaze paused, then he laughed coldly, revealing his murderous intent.
The ashes poured out without hesitation, swallowing the pure white ashes of the crane feathers like a demon.
The aggressiveness of pitch black far surpasses that of pure white.
Miao Jue frantically pulled at her clothes while trying to see what was happening ahead, but the heat from her spiritual bones made her vision blur, and a dull ache began to throb deep within her head. Long-buried memories seemed to be forcibly ripped out, and in a flash, she finally understood what this feeling was—
Someone is trying to forcefully obtain her remains?!
The secret technique's advancement from having no spiritual bone to the ninth level of the Earth rank was achieved through resonance with the Heavenly Fate Tribulation, and was never forced by external force.
And this happened at the crucial moment of obtaining the Heavenly Spirit Bone—
Miao Jue instinctively wanted to find the male and female protagonists, thinking that if they could quickly resolve a point of emotional distress, they might be able to stabilize the spiritual order.
But she didn't get far before she was pulled into someone's arms.
Then a cold rain fell on her hair and body, penetrating her skin and bones, like an ice coat, completely enveloping her.
The thread of cause and effect quietly appeared, and the secret was suddenly understood.
She snapped out of her jumbled memories and found the restless spirit bone nestled securely in someone's arms.
This is his second gift.
I don't think I'll forget this.
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