Chapter 0: 15. Unable to Speak
“Fellow Daoist Li, what do you mean by this?” Mo Qingyang asked, looking utterly confused.
Li Yuanzhen’s straightforwardness was still too advanced for even the former Demon Emperor of the Abyss to comprehend.
“She’s simply asking if you were subtly referring to her.” Since Qin Gou knew that Li Yuanzhen, due to her cultivation of the “Silent Sword Scripture,” found it difficult to respond herself, he spoke on her behalf.
At the same time, Li Yuanzhen lightly nodded her head, indicating that Old Qin’s words were accurate.
“This…”
Mo Qingyang was even more dumbfounded. The string of accusations he had prepared against Qin Gou was completely thrown off by this True Lord Zhu Xie, who played by no rules. His mind was a mess. With great difficulty, he cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly and said:
“Ahem, I’ve heard long ago that Fellow Daoist Li is a witty person. Meeting you today, I see it’s truly true. But jokes aside, as a generation’s True Lord Zhu Xie, would you truly be willing to collude with this wicked Demon Master Qin Gou?”
Li Yuanzhen chuckled and nodded.
“This woman must be a fake!” Mo Qingyang’s face instantly turned red as he roared furiously.
“You know nothing! This is absolutely the real deal!”
Qin Gou chuckled but did not elaborate. Mo Qingyang’s scheme to provoke Li Yuanzhen into fighting him was doomed to fail. His primary task at this moment was to decisively send Old Mo away to eliminate future trouble.
In an instant, countless pure white feathers materialized out of thin air. This time, they did not drift down from the sky like snowflakes but condensed in mid-air, forming a deadly prison. As a single thought crossed Qin Gou’s mind, they all rapidly converged on Mo Qingyang, as if intending to engulf and envelop him completely.
Mo Qingyang’s expression darkened. He resorted to his old tricks, tearing a deep, eerie rift in the void. His astonishing gravitational force erupted, attempting to pull all the deadly feathers into it.
Unfortunately, this time, Qin Gou was not attacking from an immense distance. The power of this move was incomparable. Under his forceful control, not a single white feather was captured by the gravitational pull.
Then, a cold glint flashed. It was Li Yuanzhen’s Natal Spirit Tool being unsheathed. The sword’s tip pointed directly at Mo Qingyang. However, with Qin Gou’s white feathers blocking the way, she couldn’t get close. With a light tremor of her sword, a crystal-clear, almost completely transparent, round droplet shot out from the tip.
“This is ‘Slaying the Pitiless’?”
Sensing Li Yuanzhen’s action, Qin Gou couldn’t help but feel a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He was certain that this move was the ‘Slaying the Pitiless’ that the Little Gambler had used to restore Yan Qihao’s memories after her Natal Spirit Tool had advanced. He just hadn’t expected Li Yuanzhen to use it in combat.
Was she trying to plant a large amount of memories from someone else directly into Mo Qingyang’s mind?
If this succeeded, Mo Qingyang would likely fall into utter chaos on the spot.
In the past, ‘Slaying the Formless’ involved numerous sword strikes to clear a person’s memories, turning them into an idiot.
The current ‘Slaying the Pitiless’ involved countless images and memories invading the enemy’s divine sense, turning the opponent into a madman on the spot.
No wonder Qin Gou had wished for the system to help him create one as well. Even a Profound Tier ‘Slaying the Formless’ Spirit Tool would cost the Old Pal a hefty price of three hundred thousand. The Little Gambler’s Natal Spirit Tool was truly a divine artifact, essential for upholding justice, with extremely versatile uses.
“Evil spawn!”
Mo Qingyang’s pupils turned bloodshot, his eyes about to burst. Although the “Eternal Seal Ice” back then had saved his life and allowed his damaged foundation to fully recover over the long years, it had also prevented his cultivation from successfully completing the Profound Realm’s creation. Now, injured and facing two opponents, he knew he couldn’t truly resist.
“I clearly sacrificed countless souls, contributing to the reconstruction of the Divine Bridge, yet why does the sanctuary’s gate still refuse to open even a crack to shelter me?!”
After failing to communicate secretly several times and seeing himself about to be consumed by Qin Gou’s feather formation, Mo Qingyang’s expression became one of frenzied madness. He abruptly grabbed a Divine Bridge Talisman, which he had once exchanged for a massive price, from his Nas, and tossed it high into the sky.
In an instant, a strange giant gate, carved from bizarre stones, rose from the ground, its side slightly ajar.
This talisman could activate the sanctuary’s entrance but could only be summoned once. Mo Qingyang clearly no longer cared about the pain of loss and immediately fled into it.
“This guy actually escaped directly into the so-called ‘Divine Bridge Sanctuary’?!”
Qin Gou truly didn’t want to imagine how many souls Mo Qingyang had sacrificed over the years to obtain such privileges. He absolutely could not let him escape. Taking advantage of the bizarre giant gate’s disappearance, Qin Gou followed Mo Qingyang into it almost immediately.
He then left a sound transmission: “I don’t know what the situation is like inside. Yuanzhen, wait here for a moment. I’ll be back soon.”
After all, even if there were unfathomable dangers within the Divine Bridge Sanctuary, Qin Gou himself could still use his “Celestial Master’s Soul” to avoid death.
…
Inside the dim Grand Hall, silence reigned.
Qin Gou stood alone, looking around. He had clearly felt that he, who was pursuing Mo Qingyang, was forcibly moved here. This was likely because Mo Qingyang possessed some kind of pass, while he had barged in by chance.
“Li Xiaogou, this…”
Now Qin Gou saw clearly. Li Yuanzhen, with her tall stature and the long sword on her back, had also been forcibly moved here like an illusion and appeared beside him. He couldn’t help but don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Didn’t I worry that it would be too dangerous inside and ask you to wait outside?”
After steadying herself, Li Yuanzhen saw Qin Gou and felt like she wanted to cry but had no tears. Just as Qin Gou entered the sanctuary, she was still contemplating whether to obediently follow his instructions. Then, the numerous Divine Bridge killing formations outside instantly awakened and locked onto her, an alien with no protection from the Demon Lord Qin Gou by her side.
If she had been so obedient and hadn’t followed him, by the time Qin Gou returned, she would have likely been conveniently buried.
Suddenly, Li Yuanzhen subconsciously opened her small mouth. It wasn’t just about this matter. At this moment, she had too many things she wanted to tell him, but in the end, she couldn’t say anything.
Seeing this, Qin Gou didn’t intend to dwell on this question. Moreover, he knew that for Li Yuanzhen, this was a precious reunion that had taken a long time to arrive. He immediately walked towards her, his gaze filled with concern. “I know, Yuanzhen, you must have many things you want to express to me now, but because of the ‘Silent Sword Scripture’…”
Qin Gou realized his voice was somewhat dejected. He naturally felt helpless for the Little Gambler before him.
But to his surprise, Li Yuanzhen showed no signs of dejection or disappointment. She suddenly grasped Qin Gou’s wrist and gently placed it on her heart.
At this moment, looking into her bright, pure eyes, Qin Gou clearly felt the gentle warmth in his palm and the fervent beat of her heart, purely from joy.
At the same time, Li Yuanzhen took another step forward and leaned close to Qin Gou’s ear. The ragged, clumsy breaths of excitement from their reunion tickled his neck.
Even if one cannot speak, one’s emotions can be displayed richly. She could convey the swirling, tender affection in her heart with all her might.
…
Of course, this was not a suitable place for the two to embrace emotionally for long. Soon, Li Yuanzhen’s warm and soft body gradually withdrew from Qin Gou’s embrace, both reluctant to part.
Qin Gou’s gaze was gentle. As if wanting to say something, he habitually reached to touch his nose to organize his thoughts. However, he suddenly remembered where Li Yuanzhen had placed his hand just moments ago.
To avoid being mistaken for a pervert on the spot, Old Qin quickly put his hand down.
And reflecting on this sudden thought, another fact he hadn’t intended to learn but now couldn’t ignore emerged.
Unlike the great gourmand, Little Chair, the cunning master of the Three Sects, True Lord Zhu Xie, had clearly not taken the Youth Preserving Pill too early.
