blogombal Chapter 284 Inner Demon Nightmare, Heading Towards Snake Valley
Chapter 284 Inner Demon Nightmare, Heading Towards Snake Valley
Chapter 284 Inner Demon Nightmare, Heading Towards Snake Valley
When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed.
There was no scorched earth after a lightning strike, and no pungent sulfur smell.
Before me were familiar, mottled walls, and the air was filled with the aroma of cheap spirit rice and the hustle and bustle of the marketplace.
"Old Chen, have you come back to life?"
Lakeside Market, outside the Li family compound.
Captain Hao, wearing his familiar bodyguard uniform and carrying a broken knife, stared at Chen Yi's face with a look of surprise.
"Look at these wrinkles, they seem to have lessened, and your complexion looks good too."
Chen Yi looked down at his hands.
His skin was dry and calloused, and his joints were large.
But he could feel that his blood and qi were slowly recovering after he had just finished practicing a health-preserving exercise, and that long-lost, faint sense of strength was growing in his body.
Have I... traveled through time?
Before he could think it over, Captain Hao leaned closer and whispered, "In that case, why don't you come with me to Lake Ruhai to hunt monsters? I've heard that a lot of good stuff has been found there recently, and if you're lucky, you might even get a chance to advance to the Innate Realm."
Captain Hao's eyes gleamed with a fanatical light, the yearning of a lowly cultivator to change his fate.
"When the time comes, we'll obtain spiritual roots and be able to cultivate into immortals! We won't have to be servants in the Li family for the rest of our lives!"
The voice was incredibly seductive, as if simply nodding would grant one immortality and enlightenment.
Chen Yi looked at him, his eyes calm and somewhat indifferent.
He shook his head, his voice hoarse but firm: "No, it's too dangerous over there. I might go and come back alive."
Captain Hao was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Chen Yi to refuse so decisively, and wanted to persuade him again.
Chen Yi had already turned around, his back hunched, and walked into the shadows.
Although he didn't know why he had returned to the beginning of his transmigration, he sensed that the system was still there, and he instinctively refused any risks.
Like a dream, the scene shifts.
The night was hazy, and the red candles flickered.
"Old Chen, I'll leave the door open for you tonight."
At the half-open wooden door, Madam Huo leaned against the door frame.
She was wearing a slightly worn silk dress with a low neckline that revealed a dazzling expanse of white skin.
Her eyes were captivating, full of charm, and carried a mature allure as she softly and tenderly invited Chen Yi.
The air was filled with the smell of cheap cosmetics mixed with body odor.
Chen Yi felt a surge of heat in his lower body, and a primal urge rushed to his head.
It was a primal, instinctive desire to push open that door, fall into that gentle embrace, and never again concern oneself with the hardships of cultivation.
But his steps abruptly stopped.
Something seemed to be warning him, urging him to stay alert.
Chen Yi shook his head and even took a half step back: "No, I have important business to attend to later."
Huo Niangzi's smile froze on her face, and her eyes turned resentful.
Chen Yi turned and left, his brows furrowed.
He felt that he had something extremely important to do, something a million times more important than this gentle embrace, but he just couldn't remember it.
What exactly is it?
Before the thought could even finish forming in my mind, my eardrums were throbbed with a thunderous roar.
Upon entering the lake, a beast tide erupted.
The pitch-black night was instantly torn apart by towering flames, and countless figures moved about in the firelight, their roars drowning out the deafening crashing of the waves.
Those martial artists had bloodshot eyes, like sharks that had smelled blood. They recklessly plunged into the center of the lake, even if it was a battlefield ahead, they were determined to seize that sliver of opportunity.
The strong stench of blood wafted into my nostrils with the wind, making me want to vomit.
Chen Yi wasn't interested in that opportunity, so he simply turned tail and left. Charging forward at a time like this would be suicide; survival was the only priority.
His movements were as swift as lightning, and the scenery on both sides rushed past, blurring into a blur of light and shadow.
As I was running, a white shadow darted past in my peripheral vision.
The speed was ridiculously fast, and the wind it generated made Chen Yi's cheeks sting.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an old man with a full head of white hair, whose legs moved faster than a rabbit's, and in the blink of an eye, he had overtaken him.
"Old Hu, slow down!" Chen Yi blurted out unconsciously.
The white-haired old man paused and turned his head.
In the firelight, the old face grinned lewdly and smugly, his wrinkles bunching together: "Youngster, hehe, if you're too slow, you'll get eaten!"
Chen Yi didn't stop walking, but his heart skipped a beat.
Old Hu?
Will he run ahead of me?
Before he could think it through, a bloody gust of wind swept behind him.
A monster the size of a small mountain suddenly pounced, its gaping maw wide open, with bits of flesh hanging from its fangs.
Chen Yi's feet flashed with golden light, and he rushed in front of Lao Hu, narrowly avoiding the monster's gaping maw.
The next moment, the monster's massive body drew an arc in the air and pounced straight at Old Hu, who was running at the front.
—
A short, piercing scream.
Before Lao Hu could react, the gaping maw bit him in the waist, and blood spurted out like a fountain, staining half the sky red.
This scene was so horrific that it would terrify any normal person.
But Chen Yi stopped.
He stood there, watching the monster chewing on the corpse, without a trace of fear on his face.
Instead, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, forming a cold arc.
That's so fake.
"Oh."
Chen Yi let out a cold laugh, his eyes instantly turning sharp as knives, piercing the false image.
[Old Hu can't die? Even if I die, that old guy probably won't!]
Did they think they could use such a low-level act to shake my resolve?
It seems the creator of this dream has no idea about Lao Hu's true situation.
As the cold laugh faded, Chen Yi watched the ferocious beast lunge at him, letting it bite his head. Sure enough, he felt no pain. Instead, he saw the beast's non-existent nature. The next moment, the deafening roars, towering flames, and shrill screams all around him were like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer.
Click.
The image shattered inch by inch, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.
The fragments dispersed, and the clamor subsided.
The cool moonlight, like mercury spilling onto the floor, filled a familiar bedroom.
Chen Yi found himself standing in the center of the room.
In the middle of the night, all was quiet.
A red figure appeared ahead without warning.
Qin Chengcheng, dressed in a fiery red dress, stood out strikingly in the cool moonlight.
Her face was cold and aloof, her skin as white as snow, breathtakingly beautiful, yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
She stared intently at Chen Yi, her tone stern, each word like a chilling shard squeezed from between her teeth: "You only have five years. If you cannot break the seal on my soul within five years, I will take you with me before I die!"
This was the sword of Damocles that once hung over Chen Yi's head, the deepest shadow in his heart.
Before Chen Yi could speak, the surrounding light and shadow twisted and spun again.
The scene changes.
Inside Qin Chengcheng's cave, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of medicine and the aura of death.
On the brocade couch, Qin Chengcheng was half-covered by a thin veil, her long legs and jade feet crossed, her round and pert figure faintly visible under the light veil, exuding a fatal allure.
But that stunningly beautiful face no longer held the aloofness and arrogance of youth; instead, it possessed a poignant beauty tinged with despair, like a peony about to wither.
Her gaze was deep and unfathomable as she looked at Chen Yi, her voice so soft it sounded like she might breathe her last at any moment: "Little Chen, how's my research on this soul restriction going?"
"It's going to explode in less than six months —"
She reached out her hand, as if trying to grasp at the last straw.
"If it doesn't work out—I might die."
The scene then changes.
This time, the air became hot and dry, carrying an intoxicatingly sweet fragrance.
The secret underground chamber of Miaoyin Pavilion.
The space was cramped, and ambiguity was rampant.
Chen Yi and Qin Chengcheng were pressed close together, forehead to forehead, noses almost touching.
Chen Yi could clearly feel the other person's warm breath on his face.
His divine sense had already probed into Qin Chengcheng's soul. A song of phoenix dancing in the nine heavens resounded in his sea of consciousness. The two souls resonated in harmony, each containing the other. Their souls felt like they had reached the ultimate realm, as if ascending to immortality. After dual cultivation, his soul entered the realm of the five senses.
The spiritual needles, interwoven with the colors of green wood and blue water, acted like a precise scalpel, gradually peeling away and dissolving the stubborn restriction deep within Qin Chengcheng's soul.
As the last trace of the restriction dissipated, Qin Chengcheng slowly opened her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, brimming with endless affection and gratitude.
She let out a soft moan and threw herself into Chen Yi's arms, her soft body pressing tightly against his.
"Chen Lang, thank you for saving my life. I wish to give my body to you, let us truly cultivate together!"
Her body was filled with a delicate fragrance, and her skin was soft and warm.
The most beautiful woman in the Foundation Establishment stage of the Qi Kingdom's cultivation world, at this moment, let down all her guard and took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, her pitiful appearance exuding extreme charm.
At that time, Chen Yi, who was still in the Qi Refining stage, felt a surge of heat rush to his head.
No man could resist.
Driven by instinct, he even had the urge to pick up his gun and mount his horse.
The moment my palm touched that smooth skin, a thought suddenly exploded in my mind.
[No, I seem to have some urgent business to attend to, so I can't engage in dual cultivation right now.]
The idea was barely formed when it was instantly overturned by a deeper logic.
[That's even more wrong!]
Chen Yi's eyes suddenly cleared, and his previously hazy gaze instantly transformed into an extremely cold abyss.
After the restriction on Qin Chengcheng is lifted, she will lose her memory!
She probably doesn't even recognize me now!
How could you possibly call me Chen Lang?
How could there be dual cultivation?
Full of loopholes!
Chen Yi showed no mercy and shoved away the delicate body in his arms that could drive countless cultivators mad. The force was so great that the woman staggered backward.
His face was cold, and his tone was as indifferent as if he were rejecting a salesperson: "I'm sorry, Fairy Qin, I have urgent business and am in a hurry."
"Chen Lang?"
The woman opposite, "Qin Chengcheng," was clearly not expected the plot to develop this way. Her face showed surprise and hurt, and her eyes instantly filled with tears, making her look like a pear blossom in the rain, which was heartbreaking.
"What do you want? I'm Chengcheng!"
She still tried to feign pitifulness, attempting to evoke Chen Yi's pity once again.
next moment.
In the world of the soul, Chen Yi's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile.
Pretending? Keep pretending.
Driven by instinct, his mind suddenly paused, and a violent surge of energy coursed through his soul.
Sizzle—!
A purple whip of divine soul materialized out of thin air, crackling with terrifying lightning and carrying an aura of annihilation against all evil spirits, and lashed out at "Qin Chengcheng" in front of him.
"If you are Qin Chengcheng, how would you know who I am?"
Chen Yi's voice was like a judgment.
"what?"
Qin Chengcheng was stunned, his expression frozen between astonishment and fear.
Snapped!
The purple soul whip slammed solidly onto her delicate body.
There was no dull thud of flesh colliding, only the sizzling sound of souls being burned.
"ah--!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the secret chamber.
The once beautiful and alluring woman's appearance instantly collapsed, transforming into a churning and twisting mass of black demonic energy.
The Thunder Soul Whip was incredibly powerful; with just one strike, it dissipated a third of the demonic energy!
"How is this possible! How could there be a Soul Thunder inheritance in such a small world?!"
The black demonic energy let out a terrified, shrill roar, its voice filled with disbelief.
It writhed wildly in the air, trying to escape the lock of the purple lightning.
Chen Yi wasn't about to give it a chance. With a thought, he raised his soul whip high again, ready to annihilate the monster in one fell swoop.
Just then, the demonic energy seemed to sense the impending doom.
Instead of fleeing, it suddenly expanded, using all its power to transform into countless bizarre and colorful fragments.
Chen Yi felt a blur before his eyes, and a series of mental images spun wildly in front of him like a carousel, so fast that it made him dizzy.
Then, the ground beneath my feet gave way to emptiness.
A strong feeling of weightlessness came over me.
When Chen Yi opened his eyes again, everything around him had changed.
There were no beast tides, no caves, and no secret chambers.
The sun shines brightly outside the window, and cicadas are chirping loudly in the trees.
In front of me was a desk piled high with exam papers, and on the blackboard was a countdown of 68 days until the college entrance examination. The air was filled with the smell of chalk dust and cheap ink.
On the podium, the teacher with the Mediterranean-style haircut was lecturing on functions with great enthusiasm.
Chen Yi was stunned.
He looked down at his hands; they were fair, thin, and without the calluses from holding a sword.
"Senior year of high school?"
Chen Yi muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the familiar yet unfamiliar faces around him.
"I've achieved immortality through cultivation, and with my true spirit, I've been reincarnated and returned to the modern world?"
The moment this thought arose, he subconsciously looked inward into his sea of consciousness.
That glimmer of brilliant spiritual light still shines brightly deep within my sea of consciousness; though faint, it truly exists.
Chen Yi clenched his fist tightly, a mixture of undisguised elation and astonishment flashing in his eyes.
My spirit and soul are still alive!
Can one cultivate oneself here?
Chalk dust floated in the air, and sunlight was cut into beams of light by the old window frames, creating a Tyndall effect.
On the platform, the blurry figure was pointing at the blackboard, the chalk tapping loudly, and the lecture sounded as if it came through a thick glass, dull and distant.
The school bell rang abruptly, tearing through the air.
The classroom was instantly filled with noise as a figure walked against the light.
The hem of her school uniform skirt swayed gently. Ning Bu'er's beautiful face was expressionless, her gaze icy. She walked through the messy desks and aisle and stopped directly in front of Chen Yi.
"Chen, come to my house tonight for tutoring. It'll cost you 500 yuan an hour. Don't forget."
The sound was crisp, yet carried an undeniable chill.
Chen Yi raised his head, his gaze focusing on that familiar face, his pupils dilating and contracting slightly.
"Fuji?"
He subconsciously glanced at the table; it was empty except for a few curled-edge books.
"Which course do I need to take? What textbooks do I need to bring?"
"Make sure you get all the supplementary materials. Bring all your textbooks with you." Ning Bu'er said condescendingly, her tone matter-of-fact.
Chen Yi scratched his head, his fingertips touching the short hair, the texture feeling real.
But the sense of incongruity was like a thorn, stuck deep in my mind.
My grades—don't seem that good? No, it's not a problem with my grades.
My heart pounded violently in my chest.
A sense of anxiety from the depths of his soul began to boil, as if something of utmost importance was slipping away, or someone was waiting for him to save.
We can't linger here too long.
The moment this thought arose, the originally realistic classroom scene around them momentarily froze, like an old television screen with a poor signal.
The next moment, Chen Yi suddenly looked up, the confusion in his eyes disappearing, replaced by a hint of mockery and probing: "Ning Bu'er, answer one question for me, and I'll tutor you for the rest of my life!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Bu'er, still wearing her school uniform, forced a stiff smile onto her cold lips: "You said it yourself, so ask me now!"
Chen Yi leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp and fixed on the other man's eyes: "Simple. Imperial Jade Liquor plus one large hammer and three small hammers equals what?"
The voice was calm, yet it stirred ripples in the air.
Chen Yi did not wait for an answer, but turned his head to look around.
The "classmates" who were playing around stopped what they were doing, their faces blurred, and all turned to look at him.
He continued casually, "If any student can answer this, I, Chen, am willing to give them private tutoring!"
Dead silence.
The classroom fell into an eerie silence, with only the cicadas outside the window chirping sharply and shrilly.
Ning Bu'er's smile froze, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion: "Chen, what are you talking about? How can you put alcohol and a hammer together? Have you gone mad?"
Upon hearing this answer, Chen Yi's lips finally curled into a sinister smile.
"Hehe, I almost went crazy."
But I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry.
Before he finished speaking, the mockery in his eyes instantly turned into a brutal killing intent.
"die--!"
boom!
The classroom, the sunlight, the desks—all collapsed in that instant.
A bolt of purple lightning exploded from Chen Yi's palm, transforming into a ferocious long whip.
This time, the whip was not only wrapped with lightning, but also with two streams of air, one black and one white, spinning wildly. That was the Daoist essence of life, death, yin and yang, the destructive power he had comprehended during the heavenly tribulation.
Snapped!
The lightning whip shattered the void, carrying a world-destroying force, and lashed fiercely at "Ning Bu'er".
There was no blood splattering.
Ning Bu'er's body was like a fragile paper painting, instantly shattered under the strangulation of the Yin-Yang Soul Thunder, turning into a sky full of black demonic energy.
Sizzle sizzle—
Lightning raged through the demonic energy. The black mist that had originally wanted to reassemble and drag Chen Yi back into the nightmare demon realm let out mournful howls and quickly dissolved the moment it came into contact with the black and white lightning.
[Detected demonic essence. Devouring, please proceed. In progress.]
The cold system notification sound exploded in Chen Yi's mind, which was like heavenly music to him at this moment.
"Ah! What is this?!"
Within the remaining black demonic energy, that wisp of the Heavenly Demon's will finally fell from its lofty position as ruler, letting out a terrified scream.
What did it see?
That small Nascent Soul, which should have been easily manipulated, actually harbored a monster within its body that could devour its very essence!
However, only the second lash responded to it.
Snapped--!
The lightning swept across, completely dispersing the last wisp of demonic energy that was trying to escape.
The Heavenly Demon's will didn't even have time to beg for mercy before it was reduced to ashes by the power of the Soul Whip.
The purest primordial soul power was extracted and flowed back into Chen Yi's body along the lightning whip, where it was instantly greedily devoured and transformed by the system.
The real world.
On the charred, blackened peak, Chen Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
A flash of black and white lightning appeared briefly in his pupils before his vision cleared.
Before my eyes was Ning Bu'er's face, as pale as paper.
She lay quietly beside him, her breath so faint it was almost inaudible. The once powerful Nascent Soul aura was now scattered and chaotic, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment.
Without any hesitation, Chen Yi reached out with both hands.
He placed one hand on her lower abdomen (Dantian) and the other hand against her lower back (Mingmen).
The life force and magical power within her body, which had just survived the tribulation and was not yet fully stabilized, surged into her body like water without restraint.
Rumble—
Above the heavens, the gifts that followed the dissipation of the calamity clouds finally arrived.
The immense power of heaven and earth surged into Chen Yi's body like a raging river.
His soul was rejoicing and expanding, his senses extending infinitely in all directions;
His magical power is undergoing a qualitative change; every drop of liquid magical power is transforming into a higher level of Infant Fire.
This is the ultimate pleasure of leaping to a higher level of life.
But Chen Yi had no time to savor it.
He looked down at the woman in his arms, his brows furrowed.
not enough.
The gifts of heaven and earth and the transfer of his own magical power were only enough to keep her alive.
His own body was riddled with holes, his skin and flesh were torn apart, and his bones were shattered, all of which were held together by the essence of the lightning crystal.
Ning Bu'er's nascent soul was damaged, and if he is not treated in time, he may suffer irreversible damage to his Dao.
It requires a large quantity of top-grade spiritual herbs or a massive amount of life-attribute spiritual power.
Where can I find it?
Thoughts raced like lightning.
【Medicine King Valley!】
Those three words instantly popped into my mind. That was the place with the richest abundance of spiritual herbs in this world, and also our only hope.
Chen Yi's divine sense instantly expanded, no longer limited to what the naked eye could see.
Within a radius of three thousand miles, every detail is clearly visible.
Cheers erupted like a tsunami throughout the Star Moon Sect.
The outer disciples and inner disciples, their faces flushed, knelt and bowed towards the mountaintop, shouting "Congratulations, Ancestor!"
Yue Qingqiu stood at the edge of the ruins, covering her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her face, her gaze fixed on him, filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe.
Not far away, Ji Wuchen and Qiu Li put away their magical treasures and stood in mid-air. Although their auras were slightly weak, they both had genuine smiles on their faces, which were recognition and congratulations for their friend.
Further away, in the clouds.
The figure of Xuan Yin Zhenjun appeared.
This usually powerful figure in the demonic path was now dressed in blood, his aura was weak, and even his signature demonic flames had dimmed.
But as she looked in Chen Yi's direction, a relieved smile played on her lips.
It became.
All the desperate efforts she and Ning Bu'er and the others had made were worthwhile.
But Chen Yi's self-illumination did not stop; his divine sense continued to extend outward, capturing extremely subtle fluctuations.
Southeast, northwest, due north.
Three extremely subtle auras were frantically fleeing at an astonishing speed.
A cold, slippery trail was heading towards Snake King Valley;
A fleeting, uncertain path rushed towards Qingyun Cave Heaven;
The last streak, enveloped in golden light, was fleeing desperately towards the Vajra Temple in the north.
Want to run?
Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, imprinting the frequencies of these three auras deep into his mind.
No one can shirk this responsibility.
They're all going to die!
A murderous intent surged within him, but he forcibly suppressed it.
Saving lives is the top priority right now.
"Senior sister, could you please come over here and bring all the fourth-grade spiritual herbs and pills from the sect?"
The first message was sent out calmly, yet it conveyed an undeniable urgency.
Immediately afterwards, his divine sense swept over Ji Wuchen and Qiu Li.
"Brother Ji, Fairy Qiu, thank you for your help. I will never forget your kindness today and will repay you in the future. Thank you!"
This is the second transmission of sound.
Finally, his consciousness landed on the frail figure in the clouds.
"Aunt Xuan Yin, please rest assured, although Bu Er's injuries are serious, I will definitely find a way to heal her. I will go and take her to heal first. Aunt, you can go back to Qingfeng Ridge first. Bu Er and I will be there soon."
The way she called out "Auntie" came out very naturally.
Above the clouds, Xuan Yin Zhenjun's figure stiffened slightly, then he spat out a curse in a low voice: "You little brat, you're all sweet talk now."
The worry in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a satisfied smile.
Since this kid is so confident, she won't cause any trouble.
Those few rats that escaped—let them deal with the smaller ones themselves; as for the older ones—
A fierce glint flashed in Xuan Yin Zhenjun's eyes. He turned and transformed into a dim stream of light, slowly departing.
Swish!
The moonlight arrived in an instant.
Yue Qingqiu landed in front of Chen Yi, and the moment she saw his appearance, she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"
It's too awful.
At this moment, Chen Yi's entire body was almost covered in charred flesh. His charred skin was cracked, revealing his translucent jade bones underneath. Golden crystals flowed through his meridians, and lightning crystals flickered at several key acupoints.
Such injuries? And such physical strength?
"Junior brother, you—" Yue Qingqiu's eyes were red and he was at a loss.
"Senior sister, let's talk about it later, I'm in a hurry right now."
Without saying a word, Chen Yi directly reached out and took the storage bag from Yue Qingqiu.
With a sweep of his divine sense, the bag opened wide.
Several jade bottles flew out, their stoppers flying off.
Fourth-tier healing pills, thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, rare spiritual fruits —
Chen Yi didn't even glance at them. He opened his mouth and sucked in the priceless treasures all at once, like a whale sucking in water.
Click, click.
A tooth-grinding chewing sound rang out.
He didn't need to chew slowly, nor did he need to refine the medicinal power.
The system is running at full power!
[In Transformation in Progress]
It felt as if a furnace had been ignited in his abdomen, instantly breaking down the violent medicinal power and extracting the purest essence of life.
Part of it nourished his broken body, and the granulation tissue began to writhe wildly as the charred skin peeled off;
The other part transformed into a gentle stream of life essence, flowing continuously down his arm to Ning Bu'er in his arms, protecting her nascent soul from disintegration.
All of this was done in no more than two breaths.
Chen Yi wrapped one arm tightly around Ning Bu'er's waist and stomped his foot down.
boom!
The ground cracked and dust flew everywhere.
A streak of azure light shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds with a piercing sonic boom, and vanished instantly at the horizon.
Yue Qingqiu looked at Chen Yi's figure with a complicated expression.
The body was mostly charred, and golden arcs of lightning could be faintly seen dancing in the rolled-up flesh, each pulsation radiating a heart-palpitating power of blood and qi.
"Junior brother, no wonder you survived such a terrifying tribulation of lightning. It turns out your body refinement has reached this level."
This is probably not far from the mid-stage of the fourth level of body refinement, right?
And it's a combination of metal and lightning body tempering—isn't that your real trump card?
For a moment, Yue Qingqiu felt a little resentful that Chen Yi had kept his most powerful side a secret from her.
But more than anything, I felt joy.
Anyway, we survived.
As for the fact that Chen Yi, in front of her, while seriously injured and on the verge of death, carried another woman away, Yue Qingqiu found it difficult to feel even a trace of jealousy or displeasure.
Only someone like Fairy Ning could make my junior brother act like this—
This is truly a match made in heaven, how wonderful!
She sighed inwardly, realizing that she could never do it!
After watching Chen Yi and the other leave, he turned around and his voice regained the coldness and authority of a sect leader as he instructed the sect members to clean up the mess.
However, before Chen Yi had flown far, a divine thought transmission sounded directly in her mind, causing her to freeze in place:
[Senior Sister, if I become irreconcilably opposed to Qingyun Cave and Vajra Temple in the future, I will automatically relinquish my position as a sect elder.]
Junior brother, you—
Yue Qingqiu froze, realizing the meaning behind Chen Yi's words.
He didn't want to be a burden to the sect.
He was prepared to shoulder that enormous causal burden alone.
But once he relinquishes his status as a sect elder, it means that from then on, his life or death, his honor or disgrace, will have nothing to do with the sect anymore.
This also means that it has nothing to do with her anymore.
Yue Qingqiu opened her mouth, wanting to send a telepathic message to persuade him to stay, wanting to say, "The sect will stand with you through thick and thin."
However—the terrifying power of Qingyun Cave and Vajra Temple flashed through his mind, each of which was enough to easily crush the Star Sect.
Yue Qingqiu's fingers clenched her sleeve tightly, but then she let them loosen in the end.
She simply couldn't bring herself to say anything to persuade her to stay.
She is Chen Yi's senior sister, but she is also the head of the Star Moon Sect.
She had no choice but to risk her family's millennia-old legacy to gamble with Chen Yi on a game with a slim chance of survival.
He let out a sigh, but it didn't escape his lips.
[Hehe, Senior Sister, don't worry. Even if I leave, I will never forget your kindness and the sect's kindness. If the sect ever needs anything in the future, I will be there.]
Then came another telepathic message, carrying a touch of nonchalance and gentleness.
Yue Qingqiu's worried expression froze instantly, then transformed into a relieved smile, followed by a long sigh: "So, Junior Brother has thought everything through."
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