299 The Twenty-Eight Chapters of the Royal City's Turmoil
Suddenly, the air fell silent. A figure reacted with incredible speed, Han Linling unleashing the "Boundless Locking Golden Array." A powerful sword light, like a silver dragon, swept across the night sky with unbelievable speed. Wherever it went, spatial barriers seemed to vanish, and everything was easily cleaved through.
The sword resembled gold, yet was not gold; it possessed strange properties and was imbued with unique attack power. Its silver light flashed incessantly as it came from behind, like a bolt of lightning that instantly pierced through the heart of the Wu Emperor.
Although at this moment, Wu Huang seemed to be a solid shield composed of many figures, like layers of protection and an unbreakable barrier, it was as fragile as paper in front of the sword light and was easily pierced.
It was as fast and sharp as piercing through layers of tofu.
The sword pierced his body, and he was instantly frozen in place. His carefully prepared escape method was shattered in an instant, as the sword's light pierced through him. His eyes were filled with terror and despair, but even more so with resentment. If only he had known this would happen, he should have escaped sooner.
Then, another sword light pierced through him, blindingly bright. With a muffled thud, his chest exploded, and dark brown blood gushed from his mouth. This was the color he least wanted to see, because he preferred the bright red of a living person, not this dark brown!
With furious eyes and a ferocious grin, he roared, "Impossible! Sword formation, soul lock! How is this possible? Who are you? Are you the successor of that old ghost? You, the Ghostly Craftsmanship lineage, will all die a horrible death!"
"Wait for me! Wait until I'm alive! I will devour you! I will make your soul burn day and night, for ten thousand years without end! I will slaughter your entire lineage of 'Ghostly Forges,' leaving not a single one alive!"
The desperate shouts, threats, vicious glares, and unwanted memories flooded my mind. Although I knew I wasn't wronged to die, who would willingly choose to die if they could live and have even the slightest chance?
In its final struggle, seemingly a last-ditch effort to escape, it used all its strength and energy to break free from its predicament. However, it was all in vain. The sword light pierced through its body and exploded. The strange sword energy had the properties to cut through metal and wood, leaving wounds that could not be repaired. Yin energy entered its body, but it could not heal the wounds either.
The light on the sword grew stronger and stronger, seemingly able to suppress the ghostly voice. It was as if even the hardest iron, when touched by a master craftsman, could only watch as it slowly melted away, becoming part of the tool. There seemed to be no room for resistance.
"Let me go, and I'll give you the antidote. Otherwise, you'll all die a horrible death!"
No one responded. "Haha, you'll regret this, you'll definitely regret it. I'm waiting, I'll be waiting for you in hell. Haha!"
The hysterical, maniacal laughter seemed to be the final scream of madness.
As the light faded and the dust settled, the King of Wu was seen lying dead on the ground, his sinister smile, a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, and his unfathomable thoughts, remained frozen on his face.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Linling severed Wu Huang's head and quickly put it away. Before she could even deal with the remaining corpse, she flashed to Jingzhai's side and thrust her sword out—fast and ruthless.
The sword was sharp, its momentum like a shooting star, seemingly traversing space. A terrifying, scorching energy, like the smoke of quenching, surged from its tip, hissing as it pierced Jingzhai's back with effortless ease, like a sword tearing through cloth. But something was amiss.
Jingzhai remained motionless, as if awaiting death. The sword passed by, and a terrifying, piercing voice came from behind him: 'Heh heh, you've fallen for it! Truly the foolishness of nobles!'
The moment the sound spread, the sound of chewing could be heard, bite after bite, as if they were eating an incomparably delicious food, as sweet as heaven.
Like a starving person, the makeshift campfire, the roasting food, the enticing aroma, the sunken cheeks, the skin and bones—at this moment, the meat pie in front of him was an unparalleled delicacy. His mouth was covered in blood, but he didn't care at all!
The bizarre creature that had devoured itself was now a ball of flesh, limbless, about four feet tall, with a terrifyingly large mouth that seemed to have slashed its own body open. The terrifying human face was pitch black, except for a pair of eyes that seemed to want to eat people, gleaming with a cunning light. If you didn't look closely, you would still think it was a person.
At this moment, it greedily devoured the food, as if it were starving. Layer after layer, Wu Huang grew smaller and smaller, while the strange sphere grew larger and larger with each bite, slowly continuing to grow taller.
Han Linling came to Jingzhai's side, supporting her with one hand, ready to help. At this moment, Jingzhai's face was as pale as snow, with a hint of rosiness, like a ripe apple, so beautiful that one wanted to pick it.
He gently shook his head and whispered, "No need. Be careful of the strange behavior on the other side. I need to rest for a while and can't make a move easily for now."
After saying that, a gray pill appeared in his hand, with seven distinct pill patterns on it. He swallowed it directly and activated the Yuan Zhuan Xin Fa (a technique for transforming one's inner energy). Immediately, something was wrong; an even more unbearable sensation surged through his entire body.
Looking at Han Linling beside him, a wave of despair washed over him. He thought to himself, "This is bad. This is the Yin Earth Love Flower. In the royal city, it is priceless."
Even if you manage to buy it, the medicine will be diluted many times over. However, even if it's diluted many times over, the effect is still very obvious. Not to mention ordinary women, even those who have achieved cultivation and become immortals simply cannot resist it.
Amplify the infinite desires in people's hearts, both men and women. Most desires are instinctive, and very few people's desires are non-instinctive, such as making money or cultivating oneself.
If that's the case, and desire can be transformed into cultivation, then this item would truly be priceless. Moreover, a powerful force would probably have already breached the Yin Land, opened a passage, and directly seized it.
The Yin Land is ever-changing and unpredictable, teeming with Yin Ghosts, Ghost Kings, and Ghost Emperors, and even stronger beings beyond them. However, if the Love Flower can truly transform desire into a specific desire for cultivation, then many powerful forces and individuals would risk their lives to come and seize it.
No, this current function is merely a simple pursuit of mortals, not something that cultivators can pursue infinitely.
The simple pleasures that mortals pursue are nothing more than beautiful women and skeletons to the great, or things that are readily available, such as singing birds and dancing butterflies, wine shops and pavilions. They are nothing more than things that can be obtained at will and a waste of time.
Material wealth is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. For mortals, it is an unattainable dream. Power and wealth, luxury and comfort, a superior mentality, and a carefree life are all delusions, unattainable and unthinkable.
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