Chapter 17 Penglai Island (Part 7) "What if I am a genius, once I learn...
"I'll see where you run this time."
While controlling his sword, Jian Yangqiu continuously split out sword shadows to strike at the black spots that were running back and forth on the ground.
Both sides were driving very fast, and there were splattered mud and potholes everywhere along the way.
Zhu Ciying used up her last speed talisman and finally arrived at the place she had planned in her mind.
Hualong River.
Jian Yangqiu jumped off the flying sword, and the sword automatically fell into his palm.
"Hand over the spiritual plant obediently, and I won't fight with you."
Zhu Ciying was on the defensive, not taking his words to heart at all: "I don't believe you are that kind."
What good person could there be hanging out with Zhao Ze?
"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink for it." Jian Yangqiu didn't have the patience to play with her, so he mobilized all his spiritual power, planning to succeed with one strike.
Feeling his rising aura, Zhu Ciying's heart sank. Nascent Soul Stage! He truly had hidden his strength.
It really makes matters worse.
Zhu Ciying put the flute to her lips and blew it.
The sound of the flute reached his ears, and Jian Yangqiu paused in his preparations for the sword technique. The scene before him suddenly changed dramatically. He knew it was a hot summer day, but all he saw was a vast expanse of glaciers and snow.
The heat was dispelled by the biting cold wind, which brought him infinite coolness. He felt comfortable for a short time, then shivered and felt even colder.
He got goose bumps all over his body, his limbs gradually stiffened, his wrists lost strength, and he wanted to let go of the sword several times.
A voice in his heart told him that he was a snake bear in winter and needed to hibernate for a while.
Go to sleep, go to sleep...
Jian Yangqiu slowly closed his eyes, as if about to fall into a deep sleep. However, at the moment he closed his eyes, his mind suddenly trembled, and he regained clarity and consciousness.
He bit the root of his tongue, forcing himself to stay awake.
Looking up at the girl in front of him again, Jian Yangqiu put away his sword, which was much more contemptuous than before.
Jian Yangqiu emerged from the illusion, and Zhu Ciying's flute music also subsided, knowing that the enchantment song he had just played had lost its effect.
As expected, she paid no attention to it, her fingers shifting rapidly to change the tune.
Jian Yangqiu's eyes blurred, and he watched Zhu Ciying's figure flicker and split into dozens of clones.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his sword and unleashed two blasts of sword energy. The two clones quickly deployed spiritual shields, successfully blocking the attack, but they were also shattered by the blow. He attacked again, and the clones were struck by the sword energy and transformed into spiritual particles, which dispersed with the wind.
The clones fell one after another, and finally only Zhu Ciying was left.
When Jian Yangqiu's sword was aimed at Zhu Ciying, Zhu Ciying stopped playing and slowly put away the jade flute.
Jian Yangqiu snorted softly: "Have you figured it out? Are you planning to beg for mercy?"
Zhu Ciying moved her wrist and the bones crackled.
She pressed her palms together and her fingers nimbly formed a seal.
Seal? Jian Yangqiu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You're not a cultivator, you don't really think that you can summon something like them just by moving your hands and pretending to form a seal, right?"
"How can we know the result if we don't try?" Zhu Ciying quickly withdrew the spiritual energy from her body, and gently curled the corners of her lips. "What if I'm a genius and can do it at first sight?"
Jianyang Qiudu laughed when he heard this.
I thought she was young, but she spoke so arrogantly!
In this world, there are very few cultivators who can practice multiple methods at the same time. If they are not careful, they will go astray.
Only the Thousand Sword Master three hundred years ago could be said to have combined the strengths of hundreds of schools and brought glory to thirty-four states.
Jian Yangqiu did not think that Zhu Ciying had the same impressive talent as Qianji Sword Master.
But at the moment he drew his sword, he saw with his own eyes... a second sun appear in the sky.
When he saw clearly what that thing was, Jian Yangqiu's pupils suddenly constricted.
It’s a phoenix!
He had never seen any mage who could create a phoenix!
He stared at Zhu Ciying in shock and doubt. The latter's pretty face was pale and almost bloodless.
Casting the Phoenix Seal consumed too much of Zhu Ciying's spiritual energy, and with her Golden Core stage cultivation, she couldn't persist for long.
The phoenix soared high in the sky, its magnificent feathers emitting a faint, rainbow-colored glow. Its massive wings flapped gently, and instantly a violent storm arose.
Jian Yangqiu held his sword across his chest and fought hard.
The phoenix cried, and a huge fireball fell from the sky. Jian Yangqiu's heart tightened, and he did not dare to slack off. He immediately separated a spiritual sword above his head and confronted the fireball from a distance.
The two sides just kept wasting time like this.
In the end, Zhu Ciying couldn't hold on for long.
When the spiritual power was exhausted, the phoenix also ran out of strength, and its huge body collapsed like a pile of sand.
The moment the incident happened, Jian Yangqiu had no time to retract his strength, and the full-strength attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator hit Zhu Ciying exactly.
The girl's body was impacted by the spiritual power and flew backwards. With a "splash", she sank into the river and blood spread all over the place.
Jian Yangqiu did not rescue her.
The water in the Hualong River was turbulent, and anyone who fell in would be quickly swept away. Moreover, his spiritual power was very little and he could not save her.
Jian Yangqiu sheathed his sword, took a deep look at the direction where Zhu Ciying fell into the water, then turned and left.
*
Zhu Ciying used the last bit of her spiritual power to perform the Water Breathing Technique in the water.
The water in Hualong River was very strange. No matter how hard she tried to swim upstream, she could not float to the surface.
Under the impact of the sword energy just now, her dress was cut several times and her skin was scratched. Fortunately, the wounds were relatively shallow and the bleeding stopped quickly.
She took out the black talisman hidden in her arms. The dry talisman paper had broken into many small pieces and could no longer be used.
Zhu Ciying was a little depressed. Her body was out of control and was still sinking.
Jian Yangqiu's spiritual power had been mostly consumed by her, and even if she rushed back, it would take some time to recover. This period was enough for Qu Wanqing and the others to deal with Zhao Ze and his group.
When he got close to the bottom, a whirlpool suddenly appeared and Zhu Ciying was sucked in without any escape.
When she opened her eyes again, she was already in a water cave.
The water cave was pitch black, surrounded by solid stone walls, with only naturally formed crystals emitting a faint green light. This place was filled with exceptionally abundant spiritual energy. Zhu Ciying sat cross-legged, absorbing it, circulating it through three small cycles before funneling it into his dantian.
After her strength had mostly recovered, she looked around the water cave in the star-like green light. It was filled with water plants and shells of various colors.
She continued to go deeper and keenly felt that the spiritual power was becoming more and more intense.
Zhu Ciying was delighted. A rich spiritual energy was a good thing; it would be easier for rare spiritual plants to grow. Perhaps the thing she'd been dreaming of was right here.
She slowly explored inside, not noticing that a drop of her blood stuck to the stone wall and disappeared quietly.
*
When Xie Rangchen returned to his seat, he noticed that Master Yuyin and Yu Yongji looked a little strange.
He asked the spirit bird what happened.
The spirit bird cried and said that Zhu Ciying was thrown into the Hualong River and her life or death was unknown.
Xie Rangchen raised his eyes and looked at Jian Yangqiu's departing figure in the water mirror, his fingertips pressed into his palms, his eyes dim and unclear.
After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something and sat back in his chair. He pushed the mask up a little, ate a few snacks to fill his stomach, and then turned to comfort the bird: "Don't worry, she'll be fine."
…
Zhu Ciying stopped half a meter away from the spiritual plant.
The spiritual plant is a seven-colored flower, known in the encyclopedia as the Golden Mysterious Flower. Rumor has it that if it is refined into a pill and consumed, even an ordinary mortal can develop spiritual roots.
As long as she can get it, Xie Rangchen's spiritual roots can be restored and he can practice again.
But she didn't rush into it.
Generally speaking, the higher the level of spiritual treasure, the more powerful monsters will guard it. This is because spiritual treasures can also help them advance their cultivation and increase their chances of survival.
Obviously, this monster was very smart. It understood the principle of "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind", and was waiting for her to take the bait.
Zhu Ciying took a tentative step forward, pretending to pick a spiritual plant. As expected, the next moment, the water cave began to vibrate violently, as if on the verge of collapse.
She quickly stepped back and hid in a safe corner.
As the water cave shook, the lime on the stone wall poured down, and the fish and shrimp in the Hualong River swam everywhere in panic.
To make matters worse, the ground was torn apart by an external force, creating a huge crack in the middle. A beast claw emerged from it, firmly grasping the ground, and then used the force to climb out.
Snow-white ears, thick and soft fur, a small nose, and nine tails that are hard to ignore.
Nine-tailed white fox.
Zhu Ciying's heart suddenly tightened.
How could it be this?
How is that possible? Three hundred years ago, Second Brother should have killed it.
How could it come back to life?
Zhu Ciying found it hard to accept the fact that the nine-tailed white fox had been resurrected.
The white fox licked its paws, glanced at the surrounding environment and the intact golden Xuan flower, and laughed triumphantly.
"After three hundred years, I'm back again."
He wanted to find that Dharma cultivator, kill him, and avenge himself for being sealed for three hundred years.
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