Chapter 26: Ying Long Gu (Part 3) “Even if I have to die, I want you to die with me…
Xie Rangchen could feel that the place where the spiritual roots grew in his body was itching.
He understood that once his spiritual roots grew, his cultivation would naturally recover. The medicine Zhu Ciying had given him was potent, and perhaps by then, this body's cultivation would be able to advance another level.
"Master, I have important information to report." The servant reported from outside.
Yu Yongji said, "Speak."
"Some of the disciples who went to resist the White Dragon were killed or wounded, some fled, and some retreated. Currently, only one person is left to defend the place."
He hurriedly asked, "Who's guarding?"
"Miss Zhu from our family."
If he wasn't protecting Xie Rangchen, Yu Yongji would have wanted to roll his eyes and faint.
Junior Sister. Xie Rangchen frowned.
After three hundred years of wasting time, Yinglong's cultivation should have dropped to the Nascent Soul stage. Hearing what the servants said, even the elders leading the team are no match for him, so he is most likely in the Dharma Image stage.
This is trouble.
Xie Rangchen's calm heart was slightly disturbed by the sudden change.
It's like this again.
It was during his retreat, when he was most powerless, that he lost the person closest to him...
*
Under Zhu Ciying's feet, a tall golden figure rose from the ground, taller than Du Qingshan Mountain.
Yinglong widened his eyes and looked carefully. The golden shadow looked exactly like Zhu Ciying.
He sucked in a breath of cold air, his teeth chattering: "Yes, it is the law of heaven and earth!"
"Aren't you a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage? How can you use the magic of heaven and earth!" Yinglong's mentality exploded.
"Do you think that my Qingwei Sect only accepts useless people?"
Qingwei Sect.
Yinglong suddenly had an idea in his mind: "You are the disciple of Qianji Sword Master!"
He shook himself off.
Qianji Sword Master was well-known for his heroic deeds, and the stinky fox was well-informed. He had heard him say that Qianji Sword Master's cultivation had already broken through the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and that anyone who saw him would definitely run away with their tails between their legs.
Wait, Yinglong thought deeply, since she came from Qingwei Sect, then the sword cultivator from three hundred years ago must also be from Qingwei Sect and was one of the disciples of Qianji Sword Master.
His memory suddenly stopped at the last time he had caused trouble. It was also at this very spot that the sword cultivator summoned the Law of Heaven and Earth.
Yinglong was unable to move in front of him and could only watch him gently lift one foot, and then he was trampled into the mud by the foot of the Dharma Image without any dignity and pushed into a depth of a hundred feet.
From then on, there was endless darkness whether I opened my eyes or closed them.
No freedom.
Yinglong didn't dare to recall the past any further and turned around and ran away.
Congratulations with your palms clasped together.
Faxiang repeated her actions.
The space around Yinglong twisted for a moment, and two hands came at him from both sides. He was sure that if he was caught in the pinch, he would be turned into a pile of pulp.
Yinglong didn't want to be turned into minced meat, so he used all his speed to avoid the palm of the hand. Even so, a large part of the white hair on his tail was pinched off.
"roar--"
He was really angry this time.
In addition to the heart-protecting scales on the chest, the dragon's reverse scales also have another little-known part: the hair on the dragon's tail.
That's what he uses to court a mate! Without his beautiful fur, no other good-looking dragon would be interested in him and want to have children with him.
Wouldn't he be extinct then?
Yinglong was determined not to let extinction happen to him.
He glared at Zhu Ciying and her image, wishing he could swallow them up and use them as nourishment to care for his fur.
When anger takes over, reason disappears.
Yinglong no longer cared about any potential danger. He raised his head to the heavens and roared loudly. His feet trembled again. Just like Zhu Ciying, a golden dragon-shaped image rose from the ground.
Zhu Ciying's heart was shocked.
Yinglong actually broke through the fusion stage.
His golden eyes were stained with blood as he rushed towards Zhu Ciying's position.
The images of a man and a dragon collided head-on.
Yinglong's maw was gaping, a sword wedged between his teeth. Blood dripped from the sky, and the wound on Zhu Ciying's hand burst open, adding another wound.
Yinglong seized the opportunity and slapped Zhu Ciying's abdomen with his claws. Unable to free her hands, she received a solid blow, and flew backwards like a meteor.
He killed him.
This blow is very heavy and there is a high probability that it will leave a root of disease.
Zhu Ciying's body embedded itself in the mountain again, causing a puff of thick smoke. She inevitably inhaled some of it, coughed violently for a while, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam before staggering out of the small cave she had created.
Every step felt weak and empty.
Zhu Ciying felt dizzy all over.
She was all too familiar with this feeling.
That's... the feeling of death.
Birds are flying in the mountains and forests, and their chirping sounds are endless.
It brought back memories of her previous life before her death.
*
Huaijiang Mountain, Xiangzhou.
The sky was white, and the dark mountains were barren, washed even more desolately by last night's torrential rain. The smell of wet earth was overshadowed by the thick stench of blood. The wafting fragrance of osmanthus was replaced by wisps of acrid white smoke from the fire.
In the world outlined by black and red, with a crisp sound, the mountain defense formation that had defended Qingwei Sect for seven days was completely defeated.
Zhu Ciying fell in a pool of blood, holding the sword.
The black blood was icy cold, and the broken spirit sword was submerged in the blood.
This was the sixth month and third day since she became a disciple.
The Demon Lord Shuo Heng led a hundred thousand demons to invade the world of cultivation and provoke a war between the two worlds. Huaijiang Mountain is located at the intersection of the two worlds. Therefore, Qingwei Sect inevitably became the first battlefield.
As the master of a world, the Demon Lord has unfathomable cultivation.
Zhu Ciying remembered that her master was a rare cultivator in the world of cultivation, a cultivator who had once challenged eighteen sects single-handedly and was known as the world's greatest sword master. In the Qingwei Sect, the person she admired most was her master.
But Master fought hard with the Demon Lord for seven days, but was eventually defeated. The Demon Lord hit him in the vitals and he died soon after.
Before his death, her master left her with only one mission: to protect the Jade Phoenix Sword.
She has to wait until her senior brother comes out of seclusion.
Senior Brother Xie Rangchen was a gifted and intelligent man, possessing profound cultivation at a young age, and was only one step away from ascending to the immortal realm. Fortunately, he had gone into seclusion a few days before the Demon Lord arrived to improve his realm.
Therefore, now she and her eldest brother are the only ones still alive among the seventy-two disciples of Qingwei Sect.
In a pool of blood, half of Zhu Ciying's face was stained, her plain dress stained with blood, like red plum blossoms. With her natal spirit sword broken and her mountain-guarding formation shattered, she was caught off guard and attacked. Blood flowed from all seven orifices, and her consciousness collapsed.
The cold wind hit her thin body violently, and the clothes on her back were torn, her fair skin and flesh were turned inside out, and the xiphoid bone around her spine was gouged out, leaving a hideous wound.
Pain, cold.
Zhu Ciying couldn't help but curl up and hold the sword in her arms tighter.
The master hid the core of the mountain guarding formation on her body, which really caused these demons a lot of trouble.
Even though they were beaten to a bloody pulp, they had no idea that the key to the formation was hidden in a child who was just over ten years old.
"Heh, you were born with a sword bone... I lost so many demons in this battle, so it wasn't all in vain."
The Demon Lord's eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding a blood-stained bone in his hand and playing with it casually.
It was a short piece of bone, the surface of which emitted a shimmering glow—it was the sword bone dug out from Zhu Ciying’s spine.
"It's a pity that I was born into an ant, so I'm useless."
The Demon Lord exerted force on his hands, and the sword bone could not bear the weight and broke with a "crackling" sound, then turned into powder and disappeared into the world.
Damn it, if, if...
Zhu Ciying coughed up a mouthful of blood.
If she had another ten years, when she grew up a little, she wouldn't have to wait until her senior brother came out of seclusion. She could kill the Demon Lord with her own hands and avenge her fellow disciples.
All the monks of the Qingwei Sect were killed, and the only remaining girl was seriously injured and unable to fight. The demons were excited and ready to make a move.
what to do?
Every time Zhu Ciying exhaled, her internal organs would be affected, causing unbearable pain. In her current condition, she could only survive for another half an hour at most.
But there was no movement from my senior brother's end.
What should she do?
When he was at the end of his rope, Zhu Ciying touched the sharp blade that was broken in half, and suddenly an inspiration came to him.
"Puchi——" the tip of the blade pierced the heart.
"I offer my heart to Qingwei." Zhu Ciying silently recited the mantra of the mental method, condensed the spiritual power that was scattered everywhere, and climbed up from the ground again with the sword in his arms, blocking the way.
"Come forward if you are not afraid of death!" Tears of blood flowed from her right eye.
He mobilized his spiritual power without authorization while suffering backlash, and his internal organs were squeezed and impacted by the spiritual power, causing his internal injuries to become increasingly severe.
There were more and more demons besieging him, and Zhu Ciying had no other choice but to grit his teeth and gather his spiritual power in his dantian.
A burning, tearing pain swept through my body.
"Everyone, don't get close to her. She just used the art of dissolving the enemy's weapons!"
Someone shouted, and the demons subconsciously retreated.
"A bunch of rubbish."
The Demon Lord flicked his fingertips casually, and a stream of black light shot rapidly towards Zhu Ciying's heart.
Zhu Ciying narrowed her eyes, knowing that there was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides and that she could not resist at all.
Suddenly, she looked down at the sword in her arms as if she had sensed something.
The Jade Phoenix vibrated violently, making a "buzzing" sound.
“Zheng——”
The long sword was unsheathed and the tip of the sword pierced straight into the ground. The sword energy condensed from its body resisted the black light.
The violent collision of white and black, the huge impact force twisted each other into a vortex, and the red tassel tied to the hilt was blown up and down by the strong wind.
Zhu Ciying couldn't stand steadily, and she retreated repeatedly to protect the scabbard until she felt something warm on her back.
"Hiss..." The wound was pulled, and the flesh on her back was burning with pain, but she didn't care about that and turned around immediately.
She looked up, and a figure was reflected in her dark pupils.
Zhu Ciying gently called out to the person who came:
"Senior Brother."
The young man leaned over and gently wiped away the warm tears from the corners of her eyes. His tone was gentle and calm: "Aying, cry if you want to."
Tears welled up in her eyes, refusing to fall. Zhu Ciying sniffed, and a hint of redness slowly returned to her pale face. In the past, she would have pressed her grimy face against her brother's chest, moving it back and forth, messing up his clothes and leaving him feeling helpless.
But times are different now.
She has a heavy responsibility.
"Senior Brother..." She returned the scabbard and was about to say something when her legs went limp. Xie Rangchen quickly embraced her and let her lean against his chest.
"Senior Brother." Zhu Ci opened his mouth, blood constantly flowing from the corners of his lips.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Her chest heaved violently, almost coughing out her lungs. Because of the huge movement, the red jade pendant string around her neck suddenly broke without warning and fell to the ground.
At the same time, her five senses were rapidly dissipating.
The dark and bright pupils were slowly covered with a layer of gray mist, the pupils gradually blurred, and the lingering bloody smell in the nose was gradually replaced by the long-lost "freshness".
Complete deafness.
"Aying, be good and don't sleep."
"From now on, blink ten times."
"When I come back, I'll give you all the pear syrup candies I secretly hid, okay?" His voice was gentle and affectionate, as if he was coaxing a baby to sleep.
Zhu Ciying grabbed the golden armor wristband on his arm, and her vision was gradually swallowed by the darkness.
My eyelashes hit the skin under my eyes and it itches.
After just a few breaths, the last trace of itchiness dissipated and returned to nothingness.
Zhu Ciying opened and closed her eyes countless times, but could see nothing. As smart as she was, she should have realized that she was already dead and would naturally not be able to see her senior brother.
In the end, she even forgot what she had said to her senior brother.
She only thought:
In the kitchen at the back of the mountain, there were chopped pears, almonds, and rock sugar on the chopping board, and a bubbling stove...
*
Yu Mansion.
Yu Yongji exhaled and ended the exercise.
He was sweating profusely, and regardless of his embarrassed appearance, he asked, "How do you feel?"
Xie Rangchen was silent for a moment, feeling that the soul he had separated from him suddenly lost contact, and thought to himself that something was wrong.
"My junior sister had an accident, and I need to go over there. Island Master Yu, thank you very much."
"If, there's an accident, then we'll quickly take a car and go over to help..." Before Yu Yongji finished speaking, Xie Rangchen was nowhere to be seen in the room.
——Crossing Qingshan.
Before he knew it, Zhu Ciying had walked out of the thick smoke.
Her dress was covered in her own blood.
Yinglong waved his claws and sent out a palm wind.
Zhu Ciying had no strength left and was blown away by the strong wind, unable to stand steadily and kept falling back.
Behind her was a thousand-foot-high cliff.
There is no escape from this disaster.
She had no hope.
She didn't believe that the God of Luck would favor her again. The breakthrough in the secret realm was enough.
At least it proved one thing to her: she was not the unlucky person she thought she was.
If she took another half step back, she would fall off the cliff.
I wish you the best and closed your eyes.
"Junior sister."
A low voice and warm breath came into her ears.
When her back hit the warm chest in her memory, Zhu Ciying turned back immediately.
What caught my eye was a bone mask with long red tassels on both sides.
The young man was wearing a moon-white round-necked robe, a jade belt inlaid with rubies around his waist, and golden scale wrist guards on both arms.
"Senior Brother."
Zhu Ciying's tears suddenly welled up.
——You really came back to save me.
"Well, I'm here to save you." Xie Rangchen said.
No, senior brother has already ascended, Zhu Ciying thought.
She recognized that the person in front of her was not the one she had been thinking about, so she calmed down and said, "Why are you here? Go away."
"Go? Where am I going?" The back half of his heels were hanging in the air, and Zhu Ciying could push him off the cliff with just a little force.
"If we have to die, I will die with you."
He put his arm around her waist and with his other hand touched the acupoint on her back: "Junior sister, if you feel sleepy, have a good sleep."
Xie Rangchen placed her in a safe area and opened a barrier with a wave of his hand.
Afterwards, he stood in the air and greeted Yinglong: "Yinglong, it's been a long time since we last met."
Yinglong: "Another suicidal person, you think you can fool me by wearing the same clothes?"
"Old friend, we haven't seen each other for three hundred years. Don't you recognize me?"
Yinglong was alert for a moment: "Who are you?"
"I am the one who has received your kindness." Xie Rangchen raised his hand and slowly took off the Qilin mask on his face.
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