A life of clearness

Chapter 197 Virtual Fire
The pain was so severe that even a scream was difficult to make.

The translucent flame was very light in color, and even the heat was difficult to detect. However, it was this ethereal and almost dreamy flame that mysteriously emerged from Rong Qing's mind and ignited her sea of ​​consciousness, as well as all her meridians and flesh and blood, almost like a prairie fire.

The slender figure in the flames gradually twisted, and occasionally twitched.

"Hmph, you don't know how to live or die." It was not until this moment that the Yan family ancestor finally revealed his extremely domineering side.

Yan Wuji is such an arrogant and willful person, and his ancestors even participated in the original disputes within the world. How could they be easy to deal with?
In the Forest of All Laws Steles, their strength was indeed greatly limited.

However, even though he was restricted, he still managed to seize an opportunity to take action through his cautious moves.

With this move, he could ensure that Rong Qing would have no power to resist.

And the fact is, as we can see, this is exactly the case.

"After injuring Wuji, he still wants to take advantage of me... The mother realm cultivator really doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is." The voice of the Yan clan ancestor turned cold, "This time, even my Yan clan only got one preliminary selection quota, which is extremely precious. How can we possibly give it out for exchange?"

Of course, he reserved this precious spot for Yan Wuji, hoping that this time in the Forest of All Laws Stele would help Yan Wuji improve his strength and gain an advantage in the sequence competition. He never expected that Rong Qing would suddenly appear, not only snatch the Great Destruction Thunder, but also injure Yan Wuji's soul. The injury to the soul could not be taken lightly.

How could the Yan family's ancestor possibly bear this?

"It's a pity that the Wanfa Stele Forest has extremely strict restrictions, and there are forest rangers. I can come here thanks to..." He thought to himself, knowing that he could no longer stay here, otherwise, not only would he end up in a miserable way, but the Yan family might also be expelled from the Xuanfeng Realm forever.

He mobilized the last of his strength and channeled the temporarily suppressed Eternal Thunder into Yan Wuji's soul.

"Ancestor, I said I don't need your help. If we lose, we lose." Yan Wuji, who had just woken up, sensed the presence of the ancestor's consciousness and immediately growled.

“Humph, you don’t need my help?” The Yan family’s ancestor also got angry. “You are so arrogant that you didn’t even bring the treasure to protect your soul. If I hadn’t left a trace of consciousness on your soul and I didn’t help you, you would be dead now without a trace left.”

Yan Wuji naturally saw Rong Qing trapped in the flames, so he remained silent.

"Xiao Cui'er, I'll leave Wuji's care to you." The Yan clan patriarch's voice became more vague. Obviously, his mind and consciousness began to gradually leave the Ten Thousand Dharma Stele Forest.

"Please rest assured, ancestor." Liu Qiancui suppressed her displeasure and bowed.

"Haha, you are my future granddaughter-in-law, why shouldn't I be at ease?" The voice gradually faded away, and the Yan family's ancestor's mind completely left.

Liu Qiancui stood up and sighed almost inaudibly.

She raised her bare hands and waved at the giant bell. The bell quickly shrank, merged into her body, and finally floated in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Inside the giant bell, Yan Wuji's soul was still weak, but at least he was conscious. The eternal thunder was constantly moving around his soul.

Before leaving, the Yan clan ancestor suppressed the eternal thunder. Otherwise, Yan Wuji might not be able to withstand the thunder force at this moment.

"Brother Yan. You should have a good rest first and tame the Eternal Thunder." Liu Qiancui's gentle voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Wuji was not as arrogant as before. Instead, he began to refine the eternal thunder in silence.

Unable to hold back, he asked, "Is that female cultivator from the Mother Realm dead?"

Liu Qiancui did not answer.

……

Rong Qing is not dead yet.

However, it's soon.

Liu Qiancui saw the trembling figure in the flames. Her struggles became weaker and weaker. In the end, she almost fell to the ground. "This is virtual fire, which starts from the mind. It is common for the mind to be burned to ashes while the body is not damaged much after the virtual fire is ignited."

Rong Qing was still struggling, which meant that her spirit had not been completely burned out.

A faint golden light flickered in her body, but it seemed that this light was powerless to heal the wounds in her heart.

This attack from the Yan clan ancestor really hurt Rong Qing's essence. The sun's rays can be blocked, but the sun itself is not affected. But now the sun itself has suffered a severe blow, and the light and heat are gradually cooling down, and it is about to fall into complete silence.

Liu Qiancui looked at Rong Qing lying on the ground motionless, and felt a little sorry for her.

"I told you to leave quickly. I really meant no harm."

"Based on the character and past deeds of the Yan family's ancestor, the probability that he will compromise is almost zero."

"If you had listened to me, you would have left long ago. He wouldn't have been able to find you."

"But you don't..."

Liu Qiancui shook her head.

Seeing in her sea of ​​consciousness that Yan Wuji, who had always looked down on her, was now "obediently" calming down to refine the eternal thunder, Liu Qiancui felt that the world was unpredictable and truly wonderful.

"You forced Lu Ziming to use the body of a female cultivator. I didn't expect you to follow in his footsteps and have to stay in this body."

Moreover, Yan Wuji was forced to this point by the mother world's lowly cultivators whom he despised the most. He must have felt aggrieved.

Thinking of Yan Wuji's depressed mood, Liu Qiancui became happy in a somewhat unkind way.

Liu Qiancui stayed beside Rong Qing and did not leave. She had to make sure Rong Qing was really dead before leaving. This was the most basic precaution for a cultivator.

Suddenly, she looked up abruptly, staring straight at a strange boy who was walking slowly towards her in the distance.

The young man was wearing a snow-white coat, he had a slender figure, a beautiful face, and was extremely gorgeous.

On the one hand, a strong sense of vigilance was warning her, but on the other hand, she was shocked by his appearance.

There is no shortage of beauties in the cultivation world, especially when cultivators hone themselves to perfection, their appearance will naturally develop towards the peak of their facial features. But everyone's facial features are different, and there is a limit to the peak.

There are very few beauties who can truly cross this limit.

And the young man in front of Liu Qiancui was obviously one of them.

Liu Qiancui bowed carefully and saluted. "I am Qiancui of the Liu clan of Xuanfeng Realm. May I ask your name?"

She had to be cautious. The extraordinary beauty was only one aspect. What shocked Liu Qiancui the most was that she couldn't see through the boy in front of her.

It wasn't his cultivation or his aura. It was her intuition that was challenged. She couldn't judge the boy's intentions or whether he was good or evil.

However, the young man ignored Liu Qiancui's bow and naturally did not answer her question.

The young man stopped beside Rong Qing, bent his knees and half-knelt, then raised his hand and waved when he saw the illusory flame.

However, Liu Qiancui was horrified to find that the virtual fire was easily brushed away like spider silk, leaving no trace.

The young man leaned over, half-holding Rong Qing in his arms, and whispered, "Uncle Master."

(End of this chapter)