Destiny is ashes

Chapter 403 You have three things to say (13)

Within a quarter of an hour, An Jing saw Nianquan.

Under the dim light in front of the spiritual vein retreat room, the young man who had already practiced Qi training was wearing a black robe with the edges outlined by golden-red cloud patterns.

He wore a sword at his waist, but his right hand, which was originally used to hold the sword, was wrapped in layers of bandages with talismans and inscriptions painted on them. His fair and tender arm exuded a blue-black evil spirit like roots, turning his soft skin into stiff dead tree bark.

Nianquan's face didn't look good, his lips were pale, and when he saw An Jing and Huo Qing, he forced a smile and wanted to say hello: "Long time no see..."

"Is your hand injured?"

An Jing had no intention of greeting. He saw Nianquan's right hand wrapped in a talisman bandage and asked directly, "What happened? The sequelae of the ring battle, can't the doctors in Teshi cure it?"

"It's 'hard wood evil'." Huo Qing saw the scientific name of the evil that Nianquan was hit by: "Attack can wither the enemy's body, and defend can protect your own flesh. It is the evil spirit that wood-type practitioners cultivate more, and it is indeed difficult to cure."

"It looks like the enemy's own evil spirit hit his right hand... but how is this possible?"

Seeing this, Huo Qing was a little puzzled and wondered: "Although this evil spirit is quite powerful, it is good at defense and difficult to attack. Unless you have reached a high level of Qi Refining, it can hardly leave the body. Even for body refining cultivators, they use this evil spirit to strengthen their bodies to fight the enemy, rather than blasting it out to hurt the enemy."

"Not to mention, this is my own evil spirit, which hurts both the enemy and myself. Nianquan, what kind of lunatic did you meet? He uses this self-destructive tactic to fight you?"

"..." Nianquan didn't know what to say. He stood there in a daze, and An Jing patted him on the shoulder: "Why don't you invite us in?"

"Hey, come in." He sighed and opened the door.

An Jing and Huo Qing walked in, and inside was a very simple retreat room. The general layout was similar to when An Jing first came here. There was a glazed lotus platform to gather spirits, and there were also wooden men as testing tools. It could be seen that Nian Quan's daily life was very simple, just practicing and studying, without any traces of life left behind.

"There are many wood-attributed cultivators in Xuanye City, but there are so few wood-attributed spiritual objects."

When entering the door, An Jing sighed. He had a basis for what he said. The warrior in the initial cave whose body was made of jade bones and whose head turned into a monster was of wood attribute. Tie Shou was of wood attribute, Huo Qing was also of wood attribute, and Fengdu Wei was even more of a wood attribute.

Now, the cultivator who injured Nian Quan also had the wood attribute, which made An Jing have the illusion that what was missing from the Tianyuan Realm was not the water and wood attributes, but gold and earth.

“It is precisely because the heaven and earth are deficient that man fills them with the Tao.”

This time it was Nianquan who spoke. He was a little embarrassed and whispered, "If it weren't for the hard work of the many wood-attributed cultivators, where would we get food to eat? In the final analysis, in the wilderness, there are the most wood-attributed monsters, so the wood-attributed cultivators can also enjoy the most benefits."

"Water and wood are out of balance, yin and yang are hidden, fire, earth and metal are flourishing... This is the current situation."

"I see." An Jing nodded slightly. He took a chair for Nianquan and asked him to sit down. "But in this case, you were ambushed by the most common and common wood cultivator."

"How can this be considered a conspiracy?"

Nianquan's face flushed, and he was a little angry. He didn't know what to say, and stammered: "All wood-type cultivators have this innate wood energy or wood evil... I guessed it! But, but how could I know that the opponent was about to lose and showed the appearance of surrender, but he still made a move?"

"Oh." Huo Qing, who often watched gang duels, understood what he heard. He complained, "You obviously lost, but you refused to surrender. You insisted on fighting even if you lost, right? Aren't all the students in No. 1 Middle School children of immortals? Aren't they geniuses from poor families at worst? Why would you use such a method that you can't afford to lose?"

"It's true that we can't afford to lose." An Jing also understood. This is a classic example of 'seeing that he can't win, so he has to fight hard to eliminate the last obstacle to his school'.

Although Nianquan's strength exceeds that of his peers, his foundation has become more solid after refining Qi, and he wields the sword, making him invincible at the same level.

Even if there were other geniuses who could defeat him, it would be impossible for him to suffer such a big loss.

Now it seems that someone from No. 1 Middle School was playing tricks. He clearly showed an attitude of surrender, but when Nianquan relaxed, he suddenly released his innate wood evil power, catching Nianquan off guard.

——It’s because I lack practical experience. Even in a boxing match, I must not hold back until the enemy truly surrenders and the referee decides the winner.

An Jing thought, but considering that Nianquan was not a reincarnated person like him, who had no wisdom, and had very little combat experience in the past, he could not blame him for this. "How immoral."

Huo Qing was actually even angrier than An Jing - although An Jing despised such means, he didn't mind using them if it was for an important victory. It was just that so far, no enemy was important enough for him to use such tricks.

But Huo Qing was different. He was the kind of person who didn't need to think about how to deal with other people's little tricks. So when he saw someone being ambushed, he felt the same way as if he was being ambushed himself. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got!
An Jing activated his True Spirit Pupil and Pupil Fire, looked at Nian Quan, shook his head and said, "You are seriously injured... This hard wood evil solidified your flesh and blood, making it impossible for you to use the sword normally."

"Even if you get rid of the Wood Evil, you will still be weak for a while. It will take at least ten days to recover. It will also damage your body. It will take a month to fully heal. Although you have advanced to the quarterfinals and have obtained the qualification to enter the knockout round, you will not have enough time to recover your fighting strength before the first round of the game the day after tomorrow."

"In short, you can't continue to participate in this special city competition."

Nianquan didn't say anything. He lowered his head, holding the sword, with a gloomy expression.

An Jing laughed, and said calmly to the somewhat dejected Nianquan: "Nianquan, you have fought seriously and have won all the way to now. Now you have been ambushed and have to withdraw from the competition. I know you are angry."

"You're willing to see me instead of shutting yourself up in self-pity, which means you have at least three things you want to say right now."

Nianquan stared at his hands in silence. He said bitterly, "This is a lesson. I will learn from it and will never be careless next time."

An Jing shook his head: "That's not the sentence."

Nianquan took a deep breath, and he tightened his grip on the sword, veins popping out on his intact left hand. He forced himself to calm down and said, "The people from No. 1 Middle School are very aggressive this time, and they seem to be determined to win something. They will definitely fight for it with all their might. I've already made it into the top eight, and if I go any further, I'm afraid the gains will outweigh the losses."

An Jing said indifferently: "That's not the sentence."

Nianquan suddenly raised his head and looked at An Jing, and An Jing looked at him.

There was a look of shame in the boy's eyes.

A kind of unwillingness of "having received so much help, but can only stop here".

There was also a feeling of depression and grievance, and anger from within, which made the blood in his body seem to be surging.

"What the hell are you being so reserved about?"

Seeing such a look, An Jing's mouth curled up, and he said calmly: "Nianquan, what are you and your brothers hiding? I don't believe you can't even say a dirty word."

“…A bunch of bastards!”

At this moment, Nianquan could no longer bear it. The young man stood up with gnashing teeth and punched the wooden target beside him with his left hand, causing the target to vibrate continuously. He then burst out with the anger hidden in his heart: "I reached out to help him up with good intentions, but he plotted against me!"

He said viciously: "You guys are playing dirty tricks and schemes. I'm going to beat down all of these sons of bitches in No. 1 Middle School and let them know how powerful my sword is!"

At this moment, Nian Quan's face flushed, and his pair of ice-blue true spiritual pupils became deep and cold, just like the turbulent sea in a storm. There was not a bit of the demeanor of the cold and aloof young swordsman in the promotional video - but at this moment, both An Jing and Huo Qing nodded.

This is the real Nianquan, his real thoughts, his real anger and rage.

"Okay, that's it!" So An Jing also smiled. He took out an emerald green fluorescent seed from the Taixu magic weapon. As soon as the wood essence obtained from Pan Xueya appeared, it caused the wood evil in Nianquan's right arm to move slightly, and it seemed like it was about to burst out.

Under Nianquan's stunned gaze, An Jing placed the emerald green fluorescent seed in front of the other person, crossed his hands in front of his chest and said: "This life-extending bud can relieve your injuries, but I have an idea... Next I will teach you two moves."

"One move is called 'Armor-piercing True Strength', and the other is called 'Injury Sword Energy'."

(End of this chapter)