One person established a clan

Chapter 277 Pampering a Spoiled Heart
Snapped!
The Holy Son of the Anger Clan gripped Su Cheng's arm tightly, his half-face, mangled and bloodied, filled with resentment.

"Even if it means my death, I will..."

The hoarse curse was cut short by a mournful wail.

His spiritual energy and soul power surged forth like a burst dam, and the curses and mystical arts he had condensed before his death crumbled in an instant.

Upon seeing Su Cheng's utterly indifferent face, a deep fear flashed in his remaining right eye.

Before it could utter a sound, its flesh and soul withered and died, leaving behind only an empty shell.

"Huhu."

Wen Qimeng was breathing heavily, and the mysterious light around her grew dimmer.

She struggled to maintain the crumbling barrier, when she suddenly noticed the aura of the Holy Son of the Wrathful Clan dissipating. She quickly made a gesture with her fingers.

"Secret Text. Divine Gift Eight"

A glint of light flowed from his fingertips, and the life-binding restrictions deeply embedded in the body of the Holy Son of the Wrathful Clan were quietly altered.

The warning that should have been sent back to the Anger Clan was abruptly cut off in this world.

"Well"

Having accomplished all this, Wen Qimeng's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

The young woman turned around upon hearing the sound and saw that she was barely breathing. She quickly went forward to help her up.

At the same time, he took out several cloud-patterned talismans from his sleeve and stuck them on his forehead without hesitation.

"Sister, please rest. Let me do it now!"

She bit her lip lightly and activated the still-unskilled Wen family mystical arts.

"Well!"

The girl's petite body trembled violently as her spiritual energy and soul power were rapidly drained from her body.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her pale face, yet she stubbornly continued to operate the mystical technique.

She knew her cultivation was shallow, and this was the only thing she could do to alleviate everyone's worries.

[Absorption of pure spiritual energy: 400 years] [Dark Domain Profound Qi: 50 years] [Evil Qi: 120 years]

[Refining Pure Soul Power: Fifty Years]

The raging vortex of spiritual energy gradually subsided in Su Cheng's palm.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and with a gentle clench of his five fingers, he crushed the remains of the Holy Son of the Wrathful Clan into dust.

"good."

This newly wielded Xuan sword is indeed formidable, worthy of its Void Profound quality. Otherwise, this battle would likely have been much more complicated.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Holy Son's numerous magical treasures and storage rings were all incorporated into the system.

Before he could even take stock, Shi Xuanxu's soft murmur echoed in his mind: "Those two girls are exhausted, they should come back soon."

Su Cheng's expression hardened, and he flashed like lightning to the head of the Nine-Bend Python.

The talisman between the young woman's eyebrows was turning to ashes and scattering away, and she managed to lift her pale face.
"Brother, quickly help Sister Wen heal her wounds."

Before she could finish speaking, her delicate body slumped softly into Su Cheng's arms.

"Don't worry, I'm here." He gently fed the pills to the two women, pressing his palm against their acupoints on their backs, allowing the pure medicinal power to circulate throughout their bodies along with his spiritual energy.

"Hmm."

With two faint groans, their breathing finally calmed down a bit.

Su Cheng felt a little relieved and turned to look at the puppet that was following closely behind.

"Xuan'er, are you injured?"

"I just used up a lot of soul power, and I've already taken some pills."

Shi Xuan breathed softly: "The mystical arts used by these two girls are quite amazing, relieving me of a lot of pressure. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to deceive everyone."

As he spoke, he looked at the two unconscious people and said, "However, they are not only depleted of spiritual energy, but have also suffered some backlash. They need to find a quiet place to recuperate as soon as possible."

Su Cheng looked around at the devastated underground space.

The life-or-death struggle with the Holy Son of the Anger Clan nearly destroyed the entire underground cave.

For dozens of miles, the rock walls were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and subterranean fire raged among the ruins. The overwhelming evil energy condensed into a tangible black mist that surged endlessly, leaving no place safe.

"The ground isn't necessarily safe either."

Su Cheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and looked at the Demon Seed Flower in the distance, which remained standing firm amidst the aftershocks.

"What was the mystery behind the Holy Son of the Chen Clan's previous seclusion within the flower?"

"This flower is full of demonic energy and contains pure soul power. If one can resist the erosion of demonic energy, it is indeed a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for demonic cultivators."

Upon hearing Shi Xuan's explanation, Su Cheng's eyes lit up immediately.

"This is actually a blessing in disguise."

He swept Wen Qimeng and the young lady up in his arms and swept them away like lightning toward the demon seed. "You all stay outside."

Upon hearing this, the illusory demons stopped abruptly and formed a formidable array around the demonic seed.

Boom——

Sensing the intruding presence, the demonic seed trembled as if preparing to launch an attack.

But as Su Cheng casually pressed it, the entire demonic flower trembled violently, its unique mark now deeply imprinted upon it.

With a deafening roar, the demonic seed bloomed layer by layer, revealing the surging flesh and blood tissue inside.

The core of the flower stamen slowly opened, emanating a rich aura of demonic soul.

Su Cheng nodded in satisfaction and, following the scent, leaped into the depths of Rui Xin's heart.

[Demonic energy detected] [Can be refined and purified]

[Detected Turbid World Heart Essence] [Can condense and shape a cultivation body] [Can repair the Spirit Butterfly Hairpin and create a Spirit Jade Body]

Su Chenggang stepped onto the soft flower petals, glanced at the system light screen, and frowned slightly.

This spirit jade body is
[With a jade hairpin as its body, the soul and physical body can transform on their own]

“Xuan’er, this Demon Seed Core seems to be able to repair your Spirit Butterfly Hairpin and create a special physical body for you.”

"This matter is not urgent; let's treat their wounds first."

“Alright.” Su Cheng immediately sat cross-legged, and with a slight thought, the demonic energy around him gathered like a tide.

The purified black aura condensed into the shape of a lotus platform, steadily supporting the four people.

He gently placed his palms on Wen Qimeng and Xiao Niang's dantian, slowly channeling his pure energy into them.

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Their bodies trembled slightly, and a hazy blush rose on their cheeks.

Before long, the little girl's eyelashes fluttered, and she groggily opened her eyes.

Seeing Su Cheng healing his wounds, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Brother," she whispered, barely a whisper, "I'm much better now."

"The injury has not fully healed yet, let's wait a bit longer."

Hearing the gentle admonitions, the young woman's eyes sparkled, and she felt a tingling sensation all over her body. Her face flushed, and she unconsciously pressed her legs together and rubbed them lightly.

But when her gaze fell upon the unhealed wounds on Su Cheng's arm, her expression froze, and a deep sense of heartache appeared in her eyes.

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She pursed her lips, quietly moved closer, and carefully covered the wound with her small hand.

A wisp of soft light flowed from the palm of his hand, gently caressing the wound.

Seemingly noticing Su Cheng's gaze, she looked up to meet his eyes, her youthful face slightly flushed, and murmured softly:
"Brother, you're injured too."

"They're just superficial injuries."

"Then you must treat him properly." The girl spoke softly, wiping away the bloodstains from Su Cheng while meticulously healing every tiny wound.

After the last wound healed, she gently stroked it back and forth with her small hands.

"Brother, this should stop the pain."

"Thank you." Su Cheng exhaled softly, withdrawing his hand from her abdomen. "Your injury is healed too."

Looking at his gentle face, the young woman's ears burned slightly, and she hurriedly got up and went behind him.

"Brother, let me help you."

"No need, I have my own way. Hmm?"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Cheng suddenly felt a warm, soft breath coming from his back, as if it were soothing his entire body.

"This is."

"It's due to the young lady's constitution."

Shi Xuan smiled and said, "Even if her cultivation is not yet complete, her aura is a holy product for healing, and it has miraculous effects on regulating breathing and healing injuries."

Su Cheng sighed inwardly and turned back to say, "Thank you for your hard work."

"I hope my brother recovers quickly so that Sister Wen can recover soon as well."

The young woman massaged him with delicate touch, but a hint of shame appeared on her youthful face.

"I am of meager ability and can only do these insignificant little things for my brother."

"Don't underestimate yourself," Su Cheng said in a low voice. "It was because of your persistence that the barrier was able to remain stable. You, like your sister Wen and sister Shi, have been a great help."

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The young woman was silent for a moment, a cute blush creeping onto her cheeks, and she murmured softly:
"Brother, you're so kind."

(End of this chapter)