blogombal Chapter 339 Emerging from Seclusion
Chapter 339 Emerging from Seclusion
Chapter 339 Emerging from Seclusion (Happy New Year)
Chen Yi tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, and the fragments of the hexagrams in his mind were slowly piecing together a tragic scene that was about to unfold.
Qingfeng Ridge collapsed, and the mountain gate was reduced to scorched earth.
The Fairy of Xuan Yin was seriously injured and vomited blood. He himself had to use all his trump cards to save his life. Although he eventually escaped a calamity, he would be subjected to endless pursuit.
This is the worst possible outcome of this trip to Kongo-ji Temple.
But now that he has seen the future, he will not let that future come to fruition.
"Auntie," Chen Yi broke the silence in the cave, his gaze falling on the young, beautiful woman opposite him who was meditating with her eyes closed, "Do you want a good, satisfying kill this time, or do you want the maximum possible compensation?"
Xuan Yin Fairy's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, her pupils faintly flickering with black flames.
"Can't I kill them all and then demand compensation?" she retorted, her tone carrying a hint of the murderous aura unique to the Nine Yin lineage.
"Not for now." Chen Yi shook his head, denying it decisively. "Unless you, Aunt, immediately advance to the Nascent Soul stage and possess overwhelming combat power compared to others of the same level, we might not be able to launch a surprise attack on Vajra Temple."
Xuan Yin Fairy frowned slightly, about to retort, when she saw Chen Yi raise a finger and point to the top of his head.
"Kongoji Temple isn't that simple this time. I've calculated it; they're hiding a trump card that can completely crush us."
Chen Yi's voice was low but clear, "That oppressive feeling is most likely from a fifth-level body refinement master."
Fifth order.
These two words made the air in the carriage freeze instantly.
The Xuan Yin Fairy's previously sharp aura immediately subsided, and her expression turned serious: "You mean—they still harbor that kind of old monster?"
Chen Yi nodded: "Most likely."
"Alright then." Fairy Xuanyin sighed, leaning back as her previously tense shoulders relaxed. "It seems it's not the time to settle scores with these bald monks yet. Since we can't beat the old ones, let's take it out on the young ones. This time, let's aim for the biggest benefit—no killing."
"Smart." Chen Yi smiled. "Then let's go back later and let them smash up Qingfeng Ridge first. The more they smash it, the higher the price we'll demand later."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Fairy Xuan Yin before finally settling on her lower abdomen.
"To ensure everything goes perfectly, Auntie, I'm giving you one last special training session," to give your temporary Nine Yin Demon Flame a qualitative leap.
Xuan Yin Fairy's body stiffened abruptly, and she subconsciously brought her legs together. A hint of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes as she looked at her little disciple, Ning Bu'er, who was sitting to the side pretending to admire the scenery.
"Again—again?"
Her voice trembled slightly, and an unnatural blush rose on her cheeks.
Recalling her previous experiences of being "assisted in cultivation" by Chen Yi, the piercing sense of fear that went straight to her soul made her feel both ashamed and somewhat addicted.
"Don't worry, this time it'll be short." Chen Yi stood up, his expression calm. "It's not about cultivation, but about giving you a trump card."
The narrow interior blocked out the view of the outside world.
Chen Yi and Ning Bu'er had been cultivating together for four years, and Chen Yi had become thoroughly familiar with the physical structure of the Nine Yin Demon Flame lineage.
The pathways of meridians, the locations of acupoints, and even sensitive points that even the person himself might not be aware of, are all as clear as lines on the palm of his hand.
To rapidly increase the Xuan Yin Fairy's strength in a short period, conventional methods are definitely not enough; an unconventional approach is necessary.
But this process did indeed go too far.
"Aunt Xuan Yin, I apologize for the inconvenience."
Chen Yi whispered something, gesturing for the other person to lie down.
Xuan Yin Fairy bit her lower lip as she lay on the soft couch. She didn't even dare to look Chen Yi in the eye, and could only stare blankly at the spiritual patterns on the ceiling of the carriage.
The golden lightning essence rested on her waist.
Her trousers were slightly pulled down, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white skin—skin as delicate as porcelain, trembling slightly with each breath.
The golden source that appeared in Chen Yi's palm was not ordinary spiritual power, but a golden thunder spirit essence liquid that was so rich it was almost extreme.
Thunder, supremely yang and powerful, and the Nine Yin Demonic Flame, supremely yin and gentle—when these two meet, they will either explode or—
Chen Yi pressed his palm down sharply, directly covering the lower abdomen of Xuan Yin's aunt, reaching the place where the primordial yin essence lay dormant.
"ah--!"
Xuan Yin Fairy cried out in surprise, her whole body arching as if she had been electrocuted.
In that instant, she felt as if a mass of liquid, blazing sun had been forcibly shoved into the coldest abyss within her body.
The intense feeling of rejection instantly transformed into an indescribable burning sensation.
The once dormant source of the Nine Yin Demon Flame seemed to be ignited like boiling oil, and began to boil wildly.
"Hold on!"
Chen Yi's low shout exploded in her ears like thunder.
Immediately afterwards, an obscure incantation entered her mind.
That was a method that Chen Yi had explored through countless dual cultivation sessions with Ning Bu'er, specifically designed to harmonize the conflict between thunder and fire, transforming destructive power into explosive force.
Xuan Yin Fairy endured the swelling sensation within her body that felt like it was tearing her apart, guarded her mental clarity, and circulated the incantation as instructed.
Guided by the incantation, the golden Thunder Spirit Essence Liquid no longer charged recklessly, but transformed into countless tiny golden threads, forcibly weaving them into her Primordial Yin Demon Flame.
This feeling is so strange.
It's like having something that doesn't belong to you inside your body, yet you're forced to merge with it under Chen Yi's control.
Time slips away, bit by bit.
About half an hour later, the violent energy finally subsided.
The Fairy Xuan Yin lay limp on the soft couch, her body covered in fragrant sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
But her eyes were now filled with an eerie golden-black light.
Deep within the originally pure black demonic flames, a domineering and unparalleled golden lightning has appeared.
The pressure of a near-fifth-order power.
Although it's only temporary and will be completely consumed once used, this feeling of abundant power is enough to give her the confidence to crush any peak fourth-tier cultivator.
"You—how could you do this?"
Xuan Yin Fairy propped herself up, ignoring her disheveled clothes, and stared in shock at Chen Yi, who was wiping his hands. "How did you do that?"
If this method can be replicated, wouldn't the Nine Yin lineage be invincible?
As long as you find a Thunder Cultivator and give him a shot before the battle, who can stand against you?
Chen Yi seemed to see through her thoughts and shook his head: "Don't even think about it. This method not only consumes a large amount of my Golden Lightning Essence, but more importantly—"
He pointed to his own eyes, then to the body of the Mysterious Yin Fairy.
"It requires an extremely high purity of the male's golden lightning essence, and at the same time, the caster must have a thorough understanding of the recipient's physical structure."
Even the slightest deviation would have caused your dantian to explode, instead of increasing your strength.
At this point, Chen Yi paused, then added meaningfully, "Usually only dual cultivation partners can achieve this. I just took advantage of being unique and learned by analogy."
Upon hearing this, the Xuan Yin Fairy's newly aroused ambition instantly vanished.
It requires both consuming one's own resources and achieving this level of "understanding".
The cost was indeed too high.
"All right."
She gave a soft hum, quickly straightened her clothes, and resumed her aloof and fairy-like demeanor, though her ears were still slightly burning. "Just use it for now. Xiao Yi, I'm taking advantage of you. When we divide the spoils later, you can choose first, pick whatever you like."
Chen Yi smiled but didn't reply.
Qingfengling area.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a thousand miles is currently in a state of chaos.
Countless rogue cultivators hid in the distant clouds, watching the direction of Qingfeng Ridge with a mixture of fear and excitement.
There, the azure protective array that once enveloped the mountain gate was now shattering like glass.
Above the great formation, an old monk wearing a bright red robe stood suspended in mid-air.
He had white eyebrows and a white beard, and a compassionate face, but his muscles bulged like rocks, making his wide monk's robes bulge.
Kongxing, one of the three abbots of Vajra Temple.
His late-stage fourth-tier Vajra Technique body refinement made him look like a living god.
"Amitabha."
The empty mind chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, yet the sound was like a great bell, causing rocks to tumble down from the mountain below.
He waved his bare hand, unleashing a shower of golden light that slammed down once more onto the remaining array base.
boom!
The last barrier collapsed with a deafening roar.
"Enter."
With his command, several fourth-level Vajra Temple warrior monks behind him transformed into golden light and fell into the Qingfeng Ridge Dojo like shooting stars.
They didn't waste any words; their actions were destructive from the moment they landed.
Pavilions and towers were demolished, and medicinal gardens and pharmacy fields were trampled.
Rather than searching for the remnants of the Nine Yin Sect, it's more like carrying out a complete demolition.
Among the crowd watching from a distance, one group of people stood out.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a sinister face and eyes as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the movements at Qingfeng Ridge.
Ji Mingyuan, the second son of the Ji family, is at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.
Ever since that little beast Ji Wuchen produced the fourth-tier Thunder Brewing Spirit Crystal a few years ago, the status of the second branch of the family has plummeted.
Ji Wuchen thus firmly secured his position as heir, and the resources he controlled made the second branch of the family extremely envious.
Ji Mingyuan had been investigating the origin of Na Lei Niang.
The relationship between Chen Yi and Ji Wuchen is no secret, nor is Chen Yi's ability to brew wine.
All the clues point to this pretty boy who's hiding in Qingfeng Ridge selling his ass.
Even without evidence, he would find a way to bring the person back for interrogation. If the person could be used by the second wife, then so be it; if not, then destroy the person!
"Second Uncle, should we make a move?" the attendant behind him asked in a low voice.
Ji Mingyuan sneered, his fingers rubbing the jade thumb ring: "No rush. That Xuan Yin woman is in the late Nascent Soul stage, she's not easy to deal with. Since Master Kongxing of Vajra Temple is willing to take the lead, we'll just watch."
His gaze pierced through the chaotic smoke and dust, as if searching for that young figure.
"We'll make our move once Xuan Yin is entangled with that old bald monk Kong Xing. Remember, I want him alive. As long as we capture Chen Yi, I can pry him open, and then the fourth-tier Thunder Brew will be ours, the second branch."
Just then.
The sky suddenly darkened.
A jet-black beam of light tore through the clouds, carrying billowing demonic energy, and roared in from afar.
Within that streak of light, black flames surged like a tsunami, and faintly, a wisp of golden lightning flickered within, radiating a terrifying aura of destruction.
Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.
"You bald monk, you dare to destroy my temple? You're courting death!"
This sharp shout, carrying the newly merged, violent power, instantly overwhelmed the clamor that filled the sky.
The old monk Kongxing suddenly looked up, and for the first time, a trace of solemnity flashed in his usually calm eyes.
He clasped his hands together, his body radiating golden light, and withstood the oncoming murderous aura.
"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor Xuan Yin."
"There are some scores that I, on behalf of the Vajra Temple, must settle with you."
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