Chapter 15 A Hand That's Hard to Stand
An endless gray space, empty of everything, somewhat like the inside of a giant gray box.
They floated eerily in mid-air, above, below, in front, behind, and in all directions, in a vast and empty void.
Further away, it was a dark gray, indistinct.
Sheng Zhiyi ran around with all her might, but no matter how far she ran, when she looked up, all she could see was dark gray in the distance, with no end in sight.
“No need to run anymore,” Ji Fuguang said in a low voice, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed. “The spatial rift is just like this, boundless and endless.”
He held the folding fan, his spiritual energy shooting out from the fan ribs, but it was like punching cotton, getting no response.
Ji Fuguang's clear voice rang out from the crevice in the space, carrying an ethereal, otherworldly quality:
"There is no time, no space, no day or night, no direction, and no good way to escape, unless—"
"Unless what?"
Sheng Zhiyi looked up and asked eagerly.
Ji Fuguang lowered his narrow eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth gently curved up, revealing his usual gentle and elegant smile.
"Unless a high-level spatial magic practitioner breaks through the spatial barrier, it will be impossible for you and me to get out."
A high-level spatial magic practitioner.
These words, when put together, were enough to make Sheng Zhiyi's vision go black and black again.
In the cultivation world, various sword cultivators and saber cultivators are prevalent.
Among the various sects, there are also some medicine cultivators, weapon cultivators, talisman cultivators... but the number of these cultivators is already very small.
Not to mention spatial spells, which are neither offensive nor very practical.
If you need storage, you have storage bags; if you need to control enemies, you have array talismans. Who would bother cultivating this!
In the world of cultivation, the most amazing major is the ultimate sinkhole major!
If she learns that someone is going to apply for this major, Sheng Zhiyi will do anything to stop them.
Unfortunately, when the time came, only experts specializing in sinkholes could come to rescue them.
Sheng Zhiyi was devastated by the harsh reality and squatted flat on the ground.
Thinking of something, she stubbornly took out the jade petal that Feng Weiyin had given her, trying to use this token to lead the two of them out.
However, the pink light on the petals flashed briefly before fading.
With her last hope dashed, Sheng Zhiyi hung her head in dejection.
She glanced at Ji Fuguang out of the corner of her eye and was momentarily stunned.
Even in this desperate situation, Ji Fuguang still smiled and gently waved his folding fan, appearing like a refined gentleman in this chaotic and gloomy space.
With her arched eyebrows, expressive eyes, and tall, graceful figure, she exudes charm and elegance.
That's the magnanimity of the male lead!
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly stood up, silently encouraging herself.
Don't be discouraged! Learn from Ji Fuguang!
Ji Fuguang raised his eyelids and glanced at Sheng Zhiyi.
The girl's movements, sometimes squatting and sometimes standing up, were, in his eyes, like the last struggle of a trapped beast.
Trapped in the spatial rift, the human cultivators' method was nothing more than what he said: to find a high-level spatial magic practitioner and forcibly break through with external force.
That is the solution he just told Sheng Zhiyi.
but--
The magic of the demons is different from theirs.
For demons, this spatial locking technique can be broken through "blood sacrifice".
"Blood sacrifice" is a spell used by the demon race to offer the souls of living beings to the demon race's forbidden land, "Haiyaoyue".
This magic has been mastered by successive demon lords.
Sacrificing the souls of living beings nourishes the demonic energy center of the demon race.
The previous Demon Lord...
Or perhaps Ji Fuguang's previous incarnation even made new improvements to this spell.
He placed a taboo on all demons: for every demon who kills another, a portion of the soul of the slain will be sacrificed to the demon's forbidden land, "Haiyaoyue".
The stronger the demonic energy in the forbidden land of the demon race, "Haiyaoyue," the more demonic energy the demon race can obtain through prayer.
This is why the demons could grow stronger with each battle, and their power expanded rapidly.
"Blood sacrifice," as the name suggests, naturally requires living beings to offer their blood as a sacrifice. As for where those living beings and the blood come from—
Ji Fuguang glanced at Sheng Zhiyi, who had squatted down and then stood up again.
With such abundant blood and energy, it would surely be a top-grade offering for sacrifices.
He slowly waved his folding fan, silently calculating in his mind.
No rush.
At this point, only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has elapsed. Although his attack on Hua Chun was a fatal wound, it would not kill her immediately.
The Phoenix Feather Clan is probably using all their elixirs and medicines to treat this person.
They would only leave once Hua Chun's injuries had stabilized.
It goes without saying that Feng Lanzhi might not be able to detect his identity, but she was willing to kill him to protect the Fengyu clan and was extremely cautious in everything she did.
The barrier within the secret realm has loosened, and spiritual energy is leaking out, making it no longer a safe place to live. In addition, it has offended a powerful enemy.
Feng Lanzhi will definitely lead the Fengyu clan away.
Despair is not scary.
The most chilling thing is falling into despair again after having hope.
He understood this principle when he was six years old.
Those who harbor hope are like those climbing a cloud-covered staircase; the higher they climb, the heavier the fall.
He was really looking forward to seeing the Phoenix Feather Clan members leave the secret realm with their families when he appeared before them—
Their faces showed despair and despair.
After being in the secret realm for so long, finally there's a bit of something to look forward to.
Suddenly, his sleeve was tugged, and he looked down.
Sheng Zhiyi looked up, her expression serious.
"Senior brother, we can't just sit here and wait to die."
"Oh?" Ji Fuguang drawled, a half-smile on his face. "In your opinion, Junior Sister, what should we do?"
Sheng Zhiyi blinked and suddenly said:
“Senior brother, in the past, when I was stuck in a rut, I always liked to go for a walk, and sometimes I would even have some unexpected inspiration. Now that we are both at a loss, why don’t we take a walk together? Perhaps something will turn out for us!”
She looked at the system task countdown in her mind: 04:25:29.
Anyway, let's finish the system task of taking a walk with Ji Fuguang first!
She has now learned from experience and carefully studies the task description before undertaking any task.
The phrase "taking a walk alone with Ji Fuguang" may seem ordinary, but it is actually quite profound!
In particular, the word "alone" must refer to both her and Ji Fuguang; there cannot be a third party.
This place is so secluded that no one has ever come before or since, and you can shout yourself hoarse without anyone else appearing. It perfectly fits the definition of "alone," so isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
Sheng Zhiyi blinked. If she didn't know that Ji Fuguang had a slight germaphobia, she would have already grabbed Ji Fuguang's arm and started shaking it.
Anyway, I won't lose anything by agreeing, so let's go and see!
Although her statement was made up on the spot, taking a walk did help to clear her mind.
This place may not have much scenery... but the scenery is in your heart!
If Ji Fuguang needed her, she could even vividly describe it out of thin air.
What about the moon shining on the golden terrace, the mountain scenery in the evening rain, the spring sunshine over the calm stream, and the autumn wind with the sound of bells...?
She can make up whatever Ji Fuguang likes on the spot.
Let's grant her this humble and simple wish!
Meeting Sheng Zhiyi's pitiful yet expectant gaze, Ji Fuguang curled his lips into a smile and slowly—
He shook his head.
“It is good that Junior Sister has such a hobby. But I am currently preoccupied with worries and do not have the inclination for it. It would be better if Junior Sister went alone.”
Sheng Zhiyi looked at Ji Fuguang in disbelief.
The handsome young man, gently waving a folding fan, was incredibly dashing, yet he claimed he had no interest in such things.
That's a lie!
Unfortunately, she couldn't directly refute it.
Perhaps Ji Fuguang simply doesn't like taking walks?
Perhaps Ji Fuguang is just putting on a brave face, seemingly calm on the outside but worried on the inside?
Sheng Zhiyi could only force a smile and praised, "Senior brother, your concentration and focus on the big picture are truly a model for us all!"
He really used every trick in the book to praise people!
Seeing that the task was still not completed, Sheng Zhiyi closed the task interface in frustration and looked at the score display board.
On the screen, three large numbers were displayed: 100.
She earned these 100 points while helping Ji Fuguang tidy his clothes. Back in the Demon Suppression Tower, she was worried about what might happen and hadn't been willing to use them.
100 points, not a lot, not a little.
Sheng Zhiyi opened the Treasure Pavilion and looked at the gray, murky cubicles in front of her.
What can I buy...?
The two had been in the spatial crevice for half an hour.
At first, I didn't think much of it.
At this moment, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly felt that her limbs and bones were extremely heavy, like an ordinary person who had never entered the Dao.
No, she's even worse off than when she was a mortal.
It was so heavy it felt like it was filled with molten lead; it was difficult to even lift it.
"What's going on?" Sheng Zhiyi asked Ji Fuguang, looking up in surprise and doubt.
Within the space, her voice fluctuated in volume, requiring her to shout at the top of her lungs to ensure it could be heard.
“Junior Sister, there is no water, no soil, and no spiritual energy in the spatial crevices, and moreover…” Ji Fuguang’s voice was still clear, presumably because he had enough spiritual energy to support the sound, “It also absorbs the spiritual energy emitted by cultivators, so you must be careful.”
Be careful?
How to be careful?
Sheng Zhiyi felt exhausted and heavy all over, and her mind became dizzy.
Could she possibly wrap herself in something to prevent her spiritual energy from emanating outwards?
I can't do it!
Sheng Zhiyi gritted her teeth, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her.
She rushed over and grabbed Ji Fuguang's arm!
“Junior Sister…” Ji Fuguang narrowed his phoenix eyes, and his folding fan snapped shut with a “whoosh,” the fan ribs pointing at the back of Sheng Zhiyi’s hand.
That hand is such an eyesore.
"Senior brother, I've got an idea!"
Sheng Zhiyi's voice rang out.
She pulled Ji Fuguang forward, raising her arm high and scattering a handful of tiny, rice-grain-sized things in front of her.
"Those are... the seeds of the Youdu Grass?" Ji Fuguang glanced at them and asked.
Sheng Zhiyi was somewhat surprised by Ji Fuguang's discerning eye, but considering that he was the male protagonist of the original book, it was normal for him to be knowledgeable and experienced, so she immediately explained:
"That's right! The Ghost Crossing Grass can ignore spatial barriers and reproduce generation after generation until it finds a water source!"
The Youdu Grassland natives originated from a harsh, cold region, which is why they developed this unique ability.
They can reproduce generation after generation in places without water or soil, with vigorous vitality, taking root everywhere, and not attracting attention.
While searching through the Treasure Pavilion, Sheng Zhiyi happened to see a lit compartment containing the seeds of the Youdu Grass.
Originally, the Youdu Grass was just an ordinary plant that could be seen in the cultivation world. Sheng Zhiyi was just marveling at how it could be exchanged for all things in the Treasure Pavilion.
Just now, when she heard Ji Fuguang say "no water and no soil," she suddenly thought that perhaps she could try using the seeds of the Youdu grass!
The grass seeds on the ground multiplied and grew rapidly, forming a green line that stretched into the distance and even spiraled upwards in mid-air, as if it had really found a gap.
Sheng Zhiyi's vision blurred, but she still looked up and smiled at Ji Fuguang:
"Senior brother, we're really saved!"
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