blueteamnovel Chapter 37
Chapter 37
From Gu Jiang, there indeed emanated an air of exhaustion, as if he were barely holding on. Under normal circumstances, when an enemy is weak, one should strike while the iron is hot. Even if any other Demon Ancestor were standing here, the four Nascent Soul peak cultivators leading the others could take the risk and try their luck.
But Gu Jiang was different. The fact that there was only one Feng Hanying in the world who practiced the "Blood Moon Shadow" showed that he still had the ability to control his demonic energy and had not yet begun to weaken.
Previously, Luo Sheng of Taixin Gate had discovered a sudden surge of rich spiritual mist in the forest with the help of his hidden wing butterfly. He had carefully investigated the ley lines here.
The Sword Forest had been sealed for two thousand years, and the underground spiritual veins had been drained to maintain the weapons within the forest. There was barely any spiritual energy left, and this place would collapse completely in another five hundred years.
Most of the spiritual energy was concentrated within the Sword Forest, and the same was true for the Mountain of Blades.
The sudden appearance of rich spiritual energy above the stream could only come from the Demon Ancestor in front of them, as his demonic energy was being consumed.
Luo Sheng's gaze shifted between Gu Jiang and the Cloud Scripture Sect disciple in his arms. The blood of that female disciple might be far more effective on Gu Jiang than what Yu Yaoqing had reported to him.
He exchanged glances with several other Nascent Soul peak cultivators, and they all retracted their artifacts.
Above the Sword Forest, the red leaf sword light barrier retracted with a whoosh, and An Huai flew out carrying the unconscious Xiao Ling. Landing on the cliff, he leaned Xiao Ling against a rock.
Yan Yi glanced at them, then used the clam liquid to read the memories from Xiao Ling's spiritual platform. Previously, they had injected their divine consciousness into Xiao Ling, who, under the influence of gu huo, had released the bloodthirsty beast Zhuyan from the depths of the Dead Silence Abyss. Although it was done unconsciously, releasing such a vicious beast was hardly honorable.
Zhuyan's divine consciousness had taken root in Xiao Ling's spiritual platform. Given the current situation, it was likely that Gu Jiang had already seized Zhuyan's divine consciousness.
The information extracted would inevitably involve internal affairs of the Cloud Scripture Sect, and Yan Yi really didn't want to expose the sect's secrets in front of other factions.
Elder Yan, if you hesitate any longer, people might misunderstand that you're trying to tolerate such a vicious beast," Nie Yinzhi said calmly.
As the Grand Elder of the Cloud Scripture Sect, Yan Yi rarely encountered someone who dared to speak to him like this, let alone a junior from the Cloud Scripture Sect. However, he didn't show any displeasure.
Yan Yi took out the black clam liquid from his interspatial pouch and placed it on the ground.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Gu Jiang narrowed his eyes. The strand of divine consciousness left in Xiao Ling's dream forcibly pulled Zhuyan's divine consciousness out of her spiritual platform, crushed it, and tossed it into the large bowl.
The person who had been immersed in a beautiful dream was finally disturbed by this commotion. Xiao Ling, in her dream, stepped off a cliff and suddenly woke up with a start.
White fog emerged on the cliff, and within the mist, all the scenes flowed like water.
Zhuyan's divine consciousness memories were quite vivid. Ever since he left the Dead Silence Abyss, he had tainted too many spiritual platforms. Each tainted spiritual platform provided a perspective, with one or two memory fragments.
Scattered and fragmented, the fog created by the clam liquid spread wider and wider, filling the sky with floating images and intertwined sounds. Each image showed people dying, wailing, and cursing, like thunder echoing across the cliff, making the nearby cultivators, with their sharp senses, frown.
Zhuyan wasn't crazy; it could only be said that he was extraordinarily talented.
Xiao Ling was startled by the piercing screams from all around. The little white bird on her shoulder fluffed up its feathers, its black bean-like eyes darting nervously across the countless images.
She was forced to see too many desperate and angry faces. Xiao Ling met the eyes of a little boy, who was hugging his head and cowering in a corner, watching his father being beaten by a group of people and his mother being dragged away.
Her hand trembled, and the little white bird that had been wrapped in her fingers struggled out, barely blinking weakly.
Xiao Ling saw herself sitting in the medicinal pool, having taken the Soul Severing Pill and falling into a deep sleep. The cheerful little girl, eager to help her master, was struck by a Deep Sleep Curse on her brow. Jing Chongshan pried open Bai Ying's mouth and stuffed a Soul Severing Pill into it.
Bai Ying was placed in the medicinal pool, and Jing Chongshan cut open the pulse gates of both Xiao Ling and Bai Ying, connecting their hands with spiritual energy, tightly clasping them together.
Vibrant spiritual energy and essence flowed from Bai Ying's right hand to Xiao Ling, while the turbid poison climbed up Bai Ying's left hand, visible under the pearl bracelet as black spots spread through the veins.
Even with compatible spiritual vein attributes, Xiao Ling still experienced a rejection reaction. The medicinal properties of the precious herbs and spiritual medicines in the pool, under Jing Chongshan's control, all surged into Xiao Ling's veins.
Being drained of spiritual energy and essence should have been extremely painful, but the Broken God Pill severed the connection between the divine consciousness and the body, completely sealing the divine consciousness. Bai Ying looked as if she were merely asleep, her eyes and brows still smiling, happy to be able to help her master.
Her face gradually lost its color, and miasma toxins began to seep out, forming discolored patches beneath her skin.
Bai Ying didn't even have a chance to wake up. Like a rag used and discarded, she was trusted by her Shizun, who shattered her spiritual platform with a single palm strike.
At the same time, within Zhu Yan's own memoryscape, the long-armed beast carried Xiao Ling out of the Cloud Scripture Sect. Zhu Yan's voice rang clearly in everyone's ears, "Xiao Ling, you really don't know how he's been treating you, do you?"
"Jing Chongshan selects those whose spiritual veins align with yours, transferring the miasma toxins from your body into theirs, using their spiritual foundations to repair your internal organs."
"Every medicinal bath you take, someone sacrifices themselves for you. That little maid who often escorted you? She died for you too. Xiao Ling, you knew. You even cried for her, didn't you? Why can't you admit it?"
"Now that you know how he treats you, even if you were completely unaware, do you think the Cloud Scripture Sect will let you off?"
"Xiao Ling, you can beg me. Help you kill Jing Chongshan, crush his spiritual platform. He deserves it."
"Xiao Ling, I can erase your memories, make you clean and innocent. All you have to do is beg me."
Xiao Ling heard herself whisper a plea, "Please..."
A young man's stifled sobs came from beside her. The little white bird tried to turn its head, but Xiao Ling firmly covered its eyes. The more it struggled, the tighter her grip became, until it finally stopped.
She didn't let go even after the white feather mark on her forehead disappeared.
She could continue to cover her own eyes and ears, not see, not hear, but she couldn't block others' eyes and ears. Xiao Ling's meridians still carried faint crimson sword energy. She had been hoping for a new beginning, imagining that once she became stronger, she would wield her sword to save more people, repaying these karmic debts.
But in the blink of an eye, she was knocked back down from the heavens, trampled into the mud.
An Huai drew his spirit sword, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, pressing against Xiao Ling's neck. "You knew everything. When Jing Chongshan called Bai Ying to stay, you knew she would die for you!"
The sword aura cut through Xiao Ling's white veil. She raised her dull eyes. She had cried almost every day before, but this time, not a single tear fell. She nodded expressionlessly, her neck brushing against the sharp blade, immediately leaving a bright red cut.
Xiao Ling said, "I knew. But what does it matter? When I was at the bottom, if someone had told me this was a ladder built with lives, I would have refused. But now that I'm halfway up, just one step away from survival, what choice do I have?"
She tilted her head, a smirk curling her lips. "Nie Yinzhi, what would you choose?"