A life of clearness

Chapter 298 The Biggest Fraud in the World

Behind the light words of "the best in the world" was Rong Qing's pitiful face covered with her own blood.

At the moment of plugging the crack with his body, Rong Qing released his Mustard Seed Domain and expanded it to its maximum radius. However, the Mustard Seed Domain, which had few rivals in the White Stone Mother Realm, really hit a hard rock this time.

Just like the spiritual consciousness, in the face of this powerful pressure, even Rong Qing's unique mustard seed domain that combined the origin of force and the origin of light still had to retreat.

Two miles radius.

One mile radius.

The radius is one hundred feet.

The radius is ten feet.

After Rong Qing's Mustard Seed Domain was opened to its full extent in an instant, it finally retreated under heavy pressure and stopped at a radius of ten feet. The Mustard Seed Domain was simply opened in vain.

Spiritual consciousness is 100 feet. Mustard seed domain is 10 feet. This is the imbalance between Rong Qing's soul and body. In terms of strength, spiritual consciousness is much stronger than the body.

"Experiencing the pressure of turbulence firsthand, it is indeed extremely terrifying. I wonder what level of turbulence this is." Rong Qing thought secretly. "The reason for the crack here is probably that it just happened to hit a more powerful part of the turbulence."

The situation is not good.

Rong Qing was not sure whether Baishishan Temple would be scratched again at some point in the future, or even more tragically, it would crash into it directly.

Countless points of light surrounded her like a galaxy. Each point of light seemed light, but was actually extremely heavy. As soon as it appeared, the outermost points of light collided with the turbulence. Every collision was the fall of the points of light. The points of light fell, and then rose again, maintaining a barely balanced balance with the pressure of the turbulence.

Almost every breath, turbulent currents rushed through the gap and directly hit Rong Qing's body. In serious cases, they even penetrated Rong Qing's body and fell into the space inside Baishi Temple, completely crushing a house into powder.

Rong Qing, who was originally very confident in the Buddha's Dao Yun, had to admit at this moment that she still thought too much about cultivation. The seemingly powerful Buddha's Dao Yun was just from her perspective, and she felt that being able to create it was already very remarkable. For the ruthless and uninterrupted turbulence, they would not consider Rong Qing's realm of cultivation, or how difficult it was to create Dao Yun. They were like water seeping into sand and gravel, following the natural principles of heaven and earth, and just naturally...seeping into those "gaps" in the Buddha's Dao Yun.

These loopholes that Rong Qing was unable to detect due to her realm and perception were simply and crudely discovered and exploited by Tuliu.

"If I can survive this disaster, my Buddhist Dao Yun can be modified to be more perfect." Rong Qing thought with a smile. As the turbulent flow kept finding loopholes and she kept trying to make up for them, her understanding of the source of power unconsciously and naturally took a few steps forward.

Just a few short steps were enough to surprise and envy other ordinary cultivators. It was not easy to comprehend the special origin, and it was even more difficult to make progress. Rong Qing had such luck by accident, which seemed to prove the old saying once again: "Misfortunes are the root of blessings."

Of course, the premise is that she can survive and escape the turbulence alive.

The invisible and colorless force cut off a piece of flesh from Rong Qing's thigh and fell into the interior of Baishi Temple. This time, it happened to rush to the main hall.

Number One Under Heaven was about to wave his sleeves to block it, but Fenghuang'er suddenly jumped up, holding the jade flute across his chest, and thousands of turbulent currents floated around his body, densely forming a tough wind wall.

As a physical cultivator, Fenghuang'er had many ways to use force to shift it. Even though she was hit hard by the remaining force of the turbulent flow and landed on the square in front of the hall, at least she was able to deflect the direction of the intruding force and preserve the integrity of the main hall.

Fenghuanger stood up from the rubble on the square, with a streak of blood on her lips. She wanted to take the initiative because she and Baishi Temple were now in the same boat. If Rong Qing fell, or the center of Baishi Temple was damaged, then everyone would have to die together. From this point of view, the main hall, as the center of Baishi Temple, must not be damaged.

"Thank you very much." Number One Under Heaven nodded to Fenghuang'er, "But the Master of the Temple won't be able to hold on for much longer."

How...how could it be!
Fenghuang'er's fingers froze as she wiped the blood from her lips. Rong Qing stood in the crack, with the momentum of a man standing alone against ten thousand men. Light flowed in her body, stimulating her flesh to revive, bloody and holy at the same time.

Rong Qing's performance was too strong, even Fenghuang'er subconsciously ignored that her breath was gradually weakening.

The turbulence was endless. Rong Qing had to maintain the highest intensity of combat, constantly using Huaxian Daoyun and Futu Daoyun... Even if her spiritual power was still enough to support her, her mind would be exhausted. It was hard to say how long she could hold on, but if there was no other way to solve the problem, it was not impossible that her mind would be exhausted.

"The master of the temple is just a cultivator who has recently achieved the state of spiritual enlightenment. It is already very good that he can hold on until now."

Fenghuang'er looked at Tianxia No. 1 in surprise, thinking to herself, I have never seen such a cold and heartless spirit. Rong Qing is your master, and your master is in trouble, but the spirit of the weapon actually said something sarcastic.

Was it because the puppets in the past were too stupid that they seemed loyal, or was it because the spirits became more ruthless as they became more intelligent? Fenghuang'er couldn't tell for a moment.

"You are a physical cultivator, so it would be more appropriate for you to block it. It's just that your strength is not enough, and you have the body-building methods but cannot use them." Perhaps this is how weapon spirits are. The best in the world speaks directly and does not understand what is meant by euphemism at all.

“The master of the temple is strong enough but he just tried to block it. Not only is he stupid, he is also wasting his own strength. He is really unlucky.” Number One Under Heaven shook his head.

A musical instrument sounds quite realistic.

Fenghuang'er felt even more strange, "As the spiritual master of Baishi Temple, can't you help Daoist Yu in any way?"

"I want to help, but I'm just a spirit observer."

Number One in the World answered as if it were a matter of course, as if to say that I am just a weak, pitiful and helpless little kitten.

"If Fellow Daoist Yu dies, not only me, but also Baishi Temple will be annihilated in this world, and you are not worried at all."

"Birth and death are the laws of nature. I serve the masters of the temples of all generations. If everyone were to worry, I would not be a spirit, but the master of the temple."

Fenghuanger suddenly realized that she was wrong. Because the middle-aged man in front of her with a tall hat and a wide belt was too intelligent and too much like a human. However, it was not a human after all, so it would not have emotions and would not have anxiety. Even if its own existence was greatly threatened, the spirit-watching would not have any "instincts". Disappearance was not scary for it.

Without even the instinct to survive, it certainly couldn't be a living thing. If it had this instinct and became a real living being, it would probably become the master of the temple as it said.

Fenghuang'er was looking at Rongqing's back in disappointment, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Guan Ling, you said that Yu Rong has the strength but no method, and I have the method but no strength. Doesn't that mean..." Fenghuang'er's eyes became brighter and brighter, "If I teach Yu Rong the method of strengthening the body, this dead chess game will be solved!"

(End of this chapter)