Five months ago Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou
In a half-suspended space, Chunyu Huai tightly pressed his lips together, his expression increasingly sorrowful.
Under Xie Chengqiong's gaze, it seemed as if he would timidly shed tears at any moment.
Yet, the urgent emotions within him shattered such a delicate demeanor.
After a few breaths of silence, Chunyu Huai bit his teeth.
As his words fell, he raised his sleeve, and a strand of spiritual light enveloped the jade slip, ready to break through the void.
At that moment, a dark light whirled in from the side, crashing directly into that strand of spiritual light.
When one looked again, the jade slip shattered in mid-air, and then, under the grinding of that dark light, it turned into powder, dissipating in the wind.
After all this, Xie Chengqiong's cold voice continued to resonate.
To Chunyu Huai, this single sentence made Xie Chengqiong seem unreasonable and obstinate.
Turning his head to look, he saw a demon beast flapping its murderous aura, accompanied by surging seawater, transforming into a vaporous sword that struck down the flower-slaying talisman, directly hitting Miss Qinghe.
Thus, after a long while, Chunyu Huai finally seemed to catch his breath.
The young woman, delicate as if made of soft dough, wielded her sword to slay the mundane.
Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from the side.
Behind the curtain, Xie Chengqiong's laughter was filled with disdain.
In Chu Weiyang's eyes, there was never a reason to challenge his soft spot twice in a single day.
Perhaps it was due to the scheming nature of their first meeting, combined with Miss Qinghe's background from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, that whenever he looked at her, he instinctively felt her every move, every frown and smile, was a carefully staged performance.
As his words fell, a second thunderclap echoed from the distant sky.
Accompanied by the swirling spiritual light above, the spiritual resonance of the treasure gradually climbed to its peak through refining and nurturing.
Even the continuous rumbling sound itself was constantly shaking and questioning the Dao hearts of Chu Weiyang and Miss Qinghe.
In place, Chunyu Huai opened his mouth, but ultimately fell into silence, wanting to speak yet unable to.
In the blink of an eye, a flame leaped up from the ground, and when one looked again, Chunyu Huai had awkwardly stepped back, now closer to Tiantai Dao City!
In place, Chu Weiyang's expression remained ordinary, and even this encroaching sense of pressure was not as shocking as the towering celestial phenomena.
After all, with the winds howling and waves crashing, the vast celestial phenomena resembled a sieve, still swimming in the undercurrents, at least all were demon beasts of the mid to late stages of Qi Refinement, or even close to the peak of Qi Refinement.
A few words from Chunyu Huai revealed his murderous intent.
Seeing another water arrow shoot out from the sea, Chu Weiyang raised his other hand, inscribing a talisman in mid-air, and a Heart-Eating Talisman fell, causing dark light to envelop the demon fish into the mountains and rivers vessel.
Even at this moment, Miss Qinghe's expression and actions could still corroborate the emotions manifested by the talismans in her heart, yet Chu Weiyang still held three parts of doubt.
At the same time, Chunyu Zhi's somewhat exasperated voice followed.
But looking again, Miss Qinghe, standing at the bow of the boat, was gradually turning pale, her slender figure swaying amidst the gusts of wind and rain.
Almost instinctively, Chu Weiyang gently clapped his hands.
In the chilling wind and rain, accompanied by the figure soaring through the air, only a long sigh remained.
With the creaking of the door, Miss Qinghe's face seemed to have turned as red as if she were drunk.
As the stream clouds began to rise, the sun set in the pavilion, and the mountain rain was about to come, filling the building with wind.
Lingfu Island.
At the same time, Chu Weiyang's hoarse voice sounded in Miss Qinghe's ears.
From the beginning to the end, perhaps both of them had forgotten the transformation of their forms; clearly, they were two people, yet in the fierce wind and rain, a single silhouette emerged.
Waiting for the day when the Danxia Old Mother would face them, let’s see what she could say in the face of the seventy-two city decrees! If she didn’t have that one question, I would look down on you even more, and even more so on your old mother!
As his words fell, the silhouette hidden beneath the heavy curtain seemed to become more tangible.
Vaguely, it appeared that Xie Chengqiong was still forming some kind of seal, holding back in place.
In an instant, she lost her balance, her steps faltering, and she was about to fall into the sea.
After all, when it came to everything in the past at the Demon Suppression Cave, every moment of torment in that dark cave and the eerie ghostly depths far surpassed this moment.
Closer and closer...
As his words fell, before Chunyu Huai could respond, a strand of spiritual light shot up into the sky, suddenly resembling a sharp sword, aimed directly at Chunyu Huai's face!
Although no head fell, it secretly drained one’s marrow.
The rumbling thunder had already clearly echoed in their ears; perhaps this continuous sound had lasted too long, and Chu Weiyang quietly listened, sometimes unable to distinguish whether it was his own hallucination or the true calamity occurring in the distant sky, whether it was the blurred illusions in his mind or the real struggles of all living beings in the world.
...
Several hours passed.
Then, Xie Chengqiong's rather impatient voice sounded—
But Chunyu Huai had grievances he could not express, only brooding in silence.
As anger surged, his spirit and soul trembled on the Dan胎, the disharmony of life and death revealed itself, and he felt darkness before his eyes, nearly fainting.
Instead, it turned into the clear footsteps advancing between life and death, continuously approaching the two.
Whether true or false, it mattered not.
At this moment, while Chu Weiyang carefully examined the medicinal herbs in the mountains and rivers vessel.
But if Miss Qinghe encountered it, her killing intent would appear less decisive, and as time passed, it became increasingly difficult.
Because the experiences of past lives taught him a profound truth—sometimes, the person who can deceive oneself the most is oneself!
He was unsure whether Miss Qinghe's actions at this moment originated from her heart or if she was once again employing the techniques of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
On the other side, Miss Qinghe did not look at the demon fish; at this moment, it seemed as if her heart's defenses had been suddenly breached, and she wrapped her arms around Chu Weiyang's waist, her entire being entangling him like an octopus, seemingly unwilling to let go, no longer shy as when she had previously warned him.
Looking down, her pale, delicate face was pitiful, as if she had just been pulled from the water, trembling like a sieve, yet tightly embracing Chu Weiyang, the more she trembled, the more one could clearly feel her almost bone-deep, soul-stirring beauty.
It should be known that this was the mountains and rivers vessel refined with North Sea Xuantong!
It seemed no longer a part of the calamity amidst the towering celestial phenomena.
He coldly gazed at the vague silhouette behind the heavy curtain.
Upon reaching the high city, a myriad of sorrows, the reeds and willows resembled a sandbank.
Encountering someone like Chu Weiyang, who was ruthless in his methods, was not much different from before.
In the blink of an eye, with no time for other reactions, the dark light, which had already brewed beneath the sea, suddenly dissipated.
In place, Chu Weiyang leaped up, his feet turning the azure spiritual light sharply, and when the fierce storm and hazy mist allowed one to see clearly again, he was already standing beside the solitary boat, reaching out to embrace Miss Qinghe's waist.
Fortunately, for now, the cooperation between Chu Weiyang and Miss Qinghe had already yielded considerable results.
Senior Sister Tingchang only cared about the loftiness of the Dao and the merits of talent; she looked down on such demonic tricks and was always extremely annoyed by them.
Thus, Chu Weiyang strode forward, heading straight for the wooden Dao hall in the center of the island.
Coupled with the refining of the Five Elements Flower-Slaying Pill, at this moment, Chu Weiyang held the mountains and rivers vessel, for the first time feeling the warmth subtly transmitted from the long-cool outer wall.
Perhaps trembling too violently, Miss Qinghe's tone was filled with unnaturalness.
At the same time, Miss Qinghe's actions became increasingly strenuous.
She seemed to be speaking, yet it was more like a muffled groan.
With a sudden exertion of strength from the arm wrapped around her waist, Chu Weiyang embraced Miss Qinghe, and the two leaped up from the surface of the sea!
"With just your mouth, who knows how much disaster you’ll bring to Tingchang Mountain! Your Tingchang Mountain Daoist temple hasn’t even established itself as a holy place yet, and a person who is neither yin nor yang can speak so boldly? Just wait, my lady!"
As soon as Chu Weiyang's somewhat steady footsteps sounded, the two entered the Dao hall.
In the vast center of the Dao hall, deep blue flames illuminated the space, continuously radiating heat in all directions.
Finally feeling some warmth, Chu Weiyang couldn't help but relax slightly, while Miss Qinghe suddenly shivered, blushing as she looked at Chu Weiyang.
Thus, in the quiet silence, the two gazed at each other.