Chapter 0:40 Yin Yang Guai Qi
This feeling again.
Just like when he threatened Ye Yaoh last time, he couldn’t bring himself to deliver the fatal blow. Qin Gou’s consciousness wanted to kill Lin Jincheng directly, eradicating the possibility of the latter absorbing his spiritual power from the root. However, his body was unconsciously resisting.
Of course, if he had gritted his teeth and closed his eyes fiercely, he could still have brought down the saber. But at such a critical juncture of intense confrontation, that momentary hesitation was a huge flaw.
Qin Gou squatted on the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Lin Jincheng, who was equally covered in blood not far away. Both of them, like two bloody gourds, bared their teeth at each other with a cold, malicious smile.
“Little Chong, give me some electricity,” Qin Gou quietly sound transmitted into the Rouge Box space he held in his arms.
But there was no response at all.
Qin Gou suspiciously asked, “Little Chong?”
“Boss, I’m coming!” Mo Qingxin’s voice finally sounded in Qin Gou’s ear.
“But I can’t feel the slightest bit of your Realm Lord power.” Qin Gou was confused.
“The Realm Lord power is the purest origin power. If it cannot be accepted, then there is only one possibility: it is you yourself, the Boss, who has voluntarily rejected my gift due to some special circumstances.”
Qin Gou suddenly realized and couldn’t help but grit his teeth. This mysterious space naturally couldn’t control the legendary Realm Lord power. It was targeting him, fundamentally cutting off all means of replenishing his spiritual power.
At this moment, Qin Gou had already consumed a large amount of spiritual power in summoning the Dragon Snake Sacred Tree. While he was using his remaining spiritual power to heal his injuries, Lin Jincheng was also desperately trying to absorb Qin Gou’s spiritual power to heal herself!
“Boss, this situation is very special. What difficult situation have you encountered? Do you need my help?” Mo Qingxin’s voice sounded again.
“Not for now.” Qin Gou flatly refused.
It was really not good to rely entirely on Mo Qingxin for this matter. Who knew if this Saint Ancestor Empress, after being released, would call Lin Jincheng “big sister” the moment she recognized her appearance and aura?
“You can clearly take my life, but you suddenly show tender-heartedness? What a woman’s mercy.”
A voice filled with undisguised disdain rang out. Lin Jincheng had already managed to sit up, her eyes flashing with a fierce and threatening glint. She taunted him, “With your disposition, you’re almost a woman.”
“You are too,” Qin Gou replied neither hastily nor impatiently, a faint smile on his lips.
“You!” Lin Jincheng was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Qin Gou had used just three simple words to retort her argument, implying she wasn’t a woman at all. She was instantly enraged, her face turning ashen.
“Don’t be ridiculous. If you’re clumsy with words, just shut up. If talking sarcastically could kill enemies, you would have succumbed to overwhelming odds long ago.” Qin Gou pouted with disgust. “Don’t misunderstand, that’s exactly what I meant.”
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After verifying with Qi Qianchen and learning that Lin Jincheng, for some unknown reason, had also been refusing to respond to ‘Fear’ to any questions, Qingyu did not hesitate. She immediately led Qi Qianchen and Ao Banwei into Twin Fangs Mountain, completely disregarding the Mountain Guarding Array.
The Twin Fangs Mountain disciples who passed by treated the three of them as if they were invisible, completely ignoring them.
A moment later, Qingyu, relying on the aura left behind by the Love-betrothal Dragon Pearl she had previously gifted to Qin Gou, successfully found the cave dwelling.
“Yuan Zhen, what happened? Where is Master?” Qingyu asked Li Yuanzhen as soon as she entered the cave dwelling.
“According to You’er, Ah Qin was tricked into entering this Fatal Relic by Lin Jincheng,” the Little Gambler said, cupping the bean-green clay pot in her hands, a sharp glint in her eyes.
As soon as she finished speaking.
Qingyu suddenly reached out to Qi Qianchen. An invisible force fiercely grasped Qi Qianchen’s hands and feet, lifting her high into the air.
“Tell me, what exactly is going on? If you dare to lie, you don’t need to live,” Qingyu said with an icy expression, her silver eyes like eternal, unmelted profound ice.
At the same time, Ao Banwei’s eyes flickered. Even she hadn’t seen such a volatile Dragon Saint in a long time.
“I, I really don’t know. Jincheng hasn’t contacted me for several days either…” Qi Qianchen’s face turned red, and she spoke with great difficulty.
Qingyu sighed. She ultimately didn’t kill Qi Qianchen without distinguishing right from wrong. After releasing her, she instead used a bit of Realm Lord power to make her discomfort disappear completely. Qi Qianchen felt invigorated, and Qingyu said meaningfully, “Live well.”
Ao Banwei lightly tapped her brow, and a dark light flew out from her body, transforming into the porcelain doll-like, exquisitely carved Wu Ti Yue.
After hearing Ao Banwei’s explanation, Wu Ti Yue nodded her little head. “I can try.”
With that, she took the bean-green clay pot from Li Yuanzhen’s hand. White mist emanated from her small hands.
Natal Spirit Tool, Peeking Through Flowers in the Mist.
“How is it? Can you save Master from inside?” Ao Banwei asked with concern.
It wasn’t just her; all eyes in the cave dwelling turned to Wu Ti Yue at this moment.
“This is a Fatal Relic, and it is currently in the process of releasing its special abilities. It’s not as simple as an ordinary magic tool. I probably… only have a fifty percent chance,” Wu Ti Yue bit her lip lightly. “And it requires a large amount of spiritual power to replenish, at least two hours, during which I must not be disturbed by anyone.”
“Are you sharing spiritual power with Banwei now? How about this.” Qingyu pulled Banwei’s small hand and established an invisible connection with her. “Banwei, stay by my side, and you can continuously replenish your spiritual energy from my body.”
“Ancestor, something is wrong!”
Suddenly, a hurried shout came from outside the cave dwelling.
Qingyu walked out of the cave dwelling actively, her beautiful eyes calmly gazing at the old man in front of her. “What happened?”
“You, who are you?” Deng Fengzhuo looked at Qingyu suspiciously and asked, “Where is the Demon Master Ancestor?”
“Speak,” Qingyu uttered a single word indifferently, but it made Deng Fengzhuo feel a fear that originated from the depths of his soul.
For a moment, Deng Fengzhuo’s hair stood on end, and he dared not disobey. “Elder, there must be a traitor in the Elder Council, allowing the news of the Mountain Lord’s fall to leak out. Now, the Yan Gui Sect, the Xiao Shou Hall, and the Fen Qin Cliff have all joined forces and intend to attack our mountain gate!”
Qingyu lightly nodded her head, her silver eyes filled with authority. “I will make all those petty individuals retreat. As for the people of Twin Fangs Mountain, you are not allowed to step into this cave dwelling and ruin this important matter. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Your command.” Deng Fengzhuo had no idea of the true identity of the cool and aloof young girl in front of him. However, he deeply felt that if she wanted to take his life, no, even flatten the entire Twin Fangs Mountain, it would be an easy task.
“Don’t disappoint me.”
With that, Qingyu’s exquisite and delicate body soared upwards. Ao Banwei followed closely behind. “Ancestor, Banwei will go with you.”
“Who are you?”
Qingyu looked at Ao Banwei with a confused gaze, then suddenly chuckled. “It’s Banwei. Earlier, I must have… been dazzled?”
“Ancestor…”
Ao Banwei looked at Qingyu’s receding beautiful figure, recalling various legends. She suddenly hugged herself tightly and couldn’t help but shiver.
“It’s so cold.”
