Chapter 13 Chapter 13 She saw Ji Fuguang as a world-destroying force…
Sheng Zhiyi was pulled forward by the Spirit Binding Rope and entered the Phoenix Feather Clan's prison.
The Soul-Binding Rope was untied from his wrist and flew out from the crack in the door behind him, causing the prison door to close heavily.
Although Sheng Zhiyi was prepared, she still didn't have enough time to dodge the oncoming spiritual energy.
A sharp spiritual force grazed his temples, sending a burning pain through him.
Sheng Zhiyi drew the "Jinghong Feather" sword from her waist, wielding it to deflect the continuous onslaught of spiritual energy.
While she could still hold her ground, she quickly checked the system countdown in her mind.
really!
The countdown has disappeared, replaced by the number 100 on the points display board.
The mission was successful!
Sheng Zhiyi was both delighted and depressed.
It wouldn't have succeeded earlier, nor later, but it only succeeded right after she was already imprisoned.
Alright, the path of giving gifts and currying favor is no longer viable. I'll just have to wait for tomorrow's prison break.
If we can't take the flattering route, we have to take the hard line.
Sheng Zhiyi sighed inwardly.
In truth, she had no intention of being enemies with the Phoenix Feather Clan. The fact that they had hurt Yin Yin was their fault, but the woman in the pink dress wouldn't listen to her explanation. Now, all she could do was save her own life.
She swung her sword backhand, using a newly learned sword technique to deflect the spiritual energy attacking from her left.
The sword technique she redeemed with points is exactly the same as the one she learned herself, and now she can perform about 70-80% of it on her own.
However, this body has blocked meridians and weak spiritual power. If it doesn't take drugs, it's no different from an ordinary person.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy attacking from the prison was not strong, and it could be blocked with just the "Surprising Feather".
She couldn't help but think of Ji Fuguang. She wondered how serious Ji Fuguang's injuries were, since he couldn't use his spiritual power now. Could he have been cut all over by the sharp spiritual power?
The male protagonist is truly pitiful, weak, and unable to take care of himself.
Hopefully, the medicine powder she gave Ji Fuguang was enough.
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In another prison cell, Ji Fuguang raised his eyebrows, his deep phoenix eyes slowly sweeping across the entire area.
The prison, modeled after the Demon-Suppressing Tower, is octagonal, with magic arrays set up at each corner. These arrays continuously emit spiritual energy, which, like invisible blades, flies towards the prisoners within.
Ji Fuguang curled his lips into a smile of interest.
He had long known of the Phoenix Feather Clan's reputation, but he was unaware that they were hidden within this secret realm.
Some demons are born with innate talent, and in this field, they often do not need to work hard to become a hundred times more proficient than human cultivators who practice diligently.
The Phoenix Feather Clan is like this; they are born with exceptional proficiency in spatial arts, especially the Phoenix Feather Royal Family, who are said to know the art of spatial folding from birth, mastering it without a teacher.
Legend has it that the greatest patriarch of the Phoenix Feather Clan was even capable of moving mountains and filling seas, and ignoring spatial barriers.
When Feng Weiyin led them across the plains for a while, turning left and right, they arrived at the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, and he had a guess about it.
Now it seems that the guess was indeed correct.
However, the Phoenix Feather Clan of today is far inferior to the legendary supernatural powers they once possessed.
Human cultivators can also recite these incantations for magic arrays.
Although only high-level cultivators possess this ability, it is no longer exclusive to the Phoenix Feather Clan.
It's really disappointing.
As for him...
Ji Fuguang had one hand behind his back and the other holding a folding fan, as if he were strolling leisurely in a garden.
He was indeed not very proficient in spatial magic.
The spiritual energy emanating from all eight corners of the arena flew past him without even touching the hem of his clothes.
But it doesn't matter, he knows how to sabotage...
Ji Fuguang stepped forward and walked to the very center of the octagon. He flipped his wrist, and demonic energy shot out from the folding fan, rushing towards the sky above the prison.
That's enough!
With a loud "bang," it was as if no sound came out, yet it was also as if the entire venue was filled with that sound.
A broken spirit stone appeared in mid-air.
The spirit stone is like the center of a spider web, surrounded by arrays of magic circles that extend to the eight corners and connect with smaller arrays that shoot out sharp spirit stones from the corners.
This connection allows the spiritual energy emitted by the eight magic arrays to complement each other, creating a continuous stream of power.
With a "crash," the magic array was completely destroyed, and the spirit stones in mid-air lost their support and shattered on the ground.
A broken ring formed around Ji Fuguang.
They surrounded him.
Ji Fuguang unfolded his folding fan and gently fanned himself. In the quiet prison, the faint fragrance of pear blossoms wafted through the air.
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Sheng Zhiyi swung her arm to block the attacking spiritual energy again, but her arm was already starting to ache, and her breathing became increasingly labored.
Another burst of spiritual energy flew over. Sheng Zhiyi raised her foot to dodge, but she was a step too slow. Her skirt was cut open at her calf, and blood seeped out.
The wound was shallow, but it seemed like a signal.
The endless stream of spiritual energy kept attacking, and Sheng Zhiyi's sword moves began to deform, unable to withstand more and more of the spiritual energy.
Wrist, arm, calf, thigh...
Blood flowed out, and waves of pain made her movements even slower.
It's like a vicious cycle.
"ah!"
Sheng Zhiyi screamed in agony.
Before I knew it, the spiritual energy had cut my calf again.
Unfortunately, the wound that had already been injured was cut open again, making the wound deeper, causing more blood to flow, and making it even more painful.
Only then did Sheng Zhiyi realize the viciousness of this Demon-Suppressing Tower.
It never intended to kill the people imprisoned inside; it simply wanted to torture them indefinitely, and for as long as possible.
You guys are pretty good at psychological attacks!
As time went on, the prisoners could only watch helplessly as the spiritual energy attacked, their minds on high alert.
How can someone who has never studied psychology be so self-taught?
Sheng Zhiyi cursed under her breath.
Several times, she glanced at the points display, but reason immediately told her that it wouldn't work.
The woman in the pink dress said she would kill them tomorrow, so they would definitely be alive today.
If she uses her points now, and Ji Fuguang isn't by her side, she won't be able to replenish them, and the situation tomorrow is uncertain.
We can't use our trump cards now!
Sheng Zhiyi gritted her teeth and swung her arms with all her might to block "Jinghongyu" in front of her.
The clanging sound produced by the blocking was incessant.
Pain kept emanating from all parts of my body.
She simply closed her eyes, turned her wrists to protect her chest and cheeks, leaving the rest of her body to be attacked by spiritual energy.
They parried for a while.
Suddenly, Sheng Zhiyi realized something was wrong.
The incessant "ding-dong" sound stopped at some point.
She opened her eyes in surprise, still wielding the "Surprising Feather" in her hand, only to find that the spiritual energy in the Demon-Suppressing Tower had ceased.
The octagonal space was completely silent.
What happened?
Sheng Zhiyi gripped the sword hilt with a bewildered yet wary expression, surveying her surroundings.
Suddenly, a creaking sound came from the gate.
Sheng Zhiyi turned her head to look over.
The two doors were gently pushed open a crack, and a small figure quickly slipped in before immediately closing the doors again.
Her figure flickered, sometimes appearing as a peony, sometimes as a little girl.
Sheng Zhiyi opened her eyes wide in disbelief. This scene was even more shocking than when she saw that Ji Fuguang was a world-destroying demon.
"Yinyin?!"
Feng Weiyin raised her head, looked at Sheng Zhiyi, and walked over quickly.
On her wrist, a white and delicate mutton fat jade bracelet swayed gently.
"You...how did you get here?"
Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously rubbed her eyes, afraid that it was just her imagination.
They injured Feng Weiyin, who was leading the way, and yet she still managed to sneak over...
Ji Fuguang could not possibly be a world-destroying demon, and Feng Weiyin could not possibly be in the prison.
Is she dreaming right now?
“The situation is urgent,” Feng Weiyin grabbed her hand. Her heart meridian was injured, so her voice was not loud, but she spoke quickly. “Listen to me.”
It wasn't until she held Feng Weiyin's hand that Sheng Zhiyi felt a sense of reality. She stared blankly at Feng Weiyin, "You..."
Remembering the urgency of the situation Feng Weiyin described, Sheng Zhiyi forced herself to calm down, squatted down, and looked into Feng Weiyin's eyes. "Okay, go ahead."
“I am from the Phoenix Feather Clan… In your terms, I would be called the Crown Princess.” Feng Weiyin thought for a moment and said, “You hurt me, so my mother is very angry. She is the patriarch of the Phoenix Feather Clan, which is similar to being the emperor.”
"Although they didn't tell me that you were arrested, I have a good relationship with the little peonies in the clan, and they secretly told me about it."
Sheng Zhiyi thought of the peonies she had passed along the way and couldn't help but be secretly surprised. It turned out that these were all flower fairies.
“My mother is stubborn and proud by nature. She will definitely not let you off the hook this time because you hurt me. Even if I plead for her, it will be useless,” Feng Weiyin continued.
Sheng Zhiyi nodded. After learning about Feng Weiyin's identity, she could fully understand the royal family's insistence on maintaining dignity.
"So I had no choice but to secretly let you go." Feng Weiyin breathed heavily. Her heart meridian was injured, and she had no time to properly recover before sneaking out. It was difficult for her to maintain her human form, and she was now in the form of a peony flower.
“Me?…” Sheng Zhiyi keenly grasped the meaning behind Feng Weiyin’s words.
Feng Weiyin only wanted to let her go and had no intention of rescuing Ji Fuguang.
It makes sense, considering that she had protected Feng Weiyin to some extent back then, while Ji Fuguang was the culprit who harmed Feng Weiyin.
Feng Weiyin could have pretended not to know, but she still sneaked out despite her illness, which already shows her great loyalty and affection. We really can't ask more of her.
“It’s not just what you think.” Feng Weiyin gasped for breath, her voice low. “The magic array here is connected to Hua Chun’s soul. I am a member of the Phoenix Feather royal family, and I can cleave through space to enter here and shut down the array of this Demon Suppression Tower. Right now, the magic array of the other Demon Suppression Tower is still open, and Hua Chun won’t notice. If the magic arrays of both Demon Suppression Towers are shut down, she will immediately sense something is wrong.”
"Hua Chun brought people to chase after them, and there was nothing I could do to stop them."
She gazed intently at Sheng Zhiyi and placed a jade-like flower petal into her hand.
"This is the key to escape the Phoenix Feather Clan's barrier. Place it against the barrier, and it will open automatically."
"Whether you save me or not is your own choice. I will only tell you that I am grateful for your help back then. No matter what you do today, I will not tell anyone. This matter will remain forever silent at the root of the peony flower, and will never see the light of day again."
Feng Weiyin turned around, opened the door again, and as she was about to leave, she turned back and said:
"There's still enough time for a cup of tea. You... choose for yourself."
Feng Weiyin breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door.
After she was injured, the things her mother had taught her, which she used to just memorize by rote, she suddenly understood and mastered, and she grew up instantly.
Whether the outcome is good or bad, this is all she can do.
Sheng Zhiyi held the hard petals, somewhat stunned.
Feng Weiyin made it very clear that she was escaping now without alerting anyone.
She possesses a magical artifact that allows her to leave the Phoenix Feather Clan. She also knows the exit of the secret realm and can easily leave alone. She can then find the other disciples and wait for the other elders of the Heavenly Evolution Sect to rescue them and bring them back.
Moreover, Feng Weiyin would not reveal these things; in this vast world, no one knows that she once murdered someone.
If they find Ji Fuguang and shut down the magic array, Hua Chun will immediately know and lead the others to chase after them. In their current state, they may not be able to shake off the pursuers, and they might even die.
So... how should I choose?
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