Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 193 Hero

"Boom——!!"

A thick bolt of lightning slashed diagonally across the sky.

It briefly illuminated the ground, this small, unknown battlefield.

At this point, the fighting was drawing to a close.

As the raindrops fell heavily, a figure was sent flying backward, bouncing twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Ugh...cough cough!..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Li Qingfeng tried to quickly support himself, but fell down again.

Cold, damp, weak, and in pain.

These somewhat unfamiliar feelings have once again assaulted my senses after a long time.

Under normal circumstances, one is protected by spiritual energy, one's foundation is inexhaustible, and one's Dharma body is indestructible.

However, a few hours ago, when facing that armored zombie, he not only used the life-saving talisman given to him by his master, but also shattered the righteous sword.

Even the protective spiritual energy had dwindled to only three wisps, less than half a percent.

After that, they dared not linger and ventured deep into the forbidden area to search for the other two purple-haired corpses that Yang Ping had mentioned.

Along the way, although he consumed all the spiritual herbs and medicinal materials he had, he recovered somewhat.

However, I didn't have time for meditation and cultivation, so it was just a drop in the ocean...

"Roar--!!"

"Ow-!!"

Two roars interrupted Li Qingfeng's chaotic thoughts, which had been scattered by the attack just now.

Instinctively, I shook my head to clear my mind, and then, leaning on my legs, I shakily stood up again.

Looking up, two enormous figures roared as they approached.

The smaller, thin zombie on the right, only a head taller than a normal person, looks like skin and bones except for its mottled purple fur.

At this moment, a large hole appeared in the chest and abdomen where the ribs were visible, and thick, black blood was dripping onto the ground as the heavy rain washed it away.

On the left is a much larger, deformed monster covered in yellowish bone spurs.

It was huge, like a standing human cactus, nearly three meters tall.

But compared to the swift and slender zombie, its pace was considerably slower.

The zombie's right eye was now just an irregular hole.

This is what he accomplished in the past half hour.

After recovering from his severe injuries and loss of consciousness, Li Qingfeng stood up and his eyes turned cold once again.

He spat out the remaining blood foam from his mouth onto the ground to the side.

As if throwing away trash, he tossed aside the bloody, mangled eyeball he had been clutching tightly in his right hand.

"...Ha...Again!"

As he spoke, he went to greet them again.

This time, however, he was completely exhausted and lost his powerful physique.

Whether it's speed, strength, or reaction time, it has all returned to the level of being only slightly stronger than an average person.

Thanks to his long-term martial arts practice and combat experience, he dodged the first two attacks.

But in the end, he was still struck by the arm swing of that gaunt zombie that moved with ghostly speed.

Even though he managed to raise his arms to protect his face, he was still sent flying again amidst the crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Crack——!"

While in mid-air, Li Qingfeng felt a numbness in his arms, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, and the scenery on both sides rushed past him.

"boom--!"

There was a dull thud.

The moment his back touched the ground, Li Qingfeng felt a numb, agonizing pain, as if his internal organs had shifted, filling his lungs.

My vision also spun around, as if I had been thrown into a washing machine.

It's unclear how far it rolled before finally coming to a stop by a raised earthen slope.

During this series of backward flights, the rough cloth bag hanging at his waist was torn by something, leaving a sizable gap.

With the final turn, fragments of the sword blade scattered all over the ground.

The relatively well-preserved sword hilt flew up, tracing an arc.

With a clatter, it fell right in front of Li Qingfeng, who was lying in the mud.

"...cough cough..."

Accompanied by a series of coughing sounds, streaks of blood slid from his mouth.

This blow would be unbearable for an ordinary person, and it's a miracle that he's still conscious.

That's why, when Li Qingfeng raised his hand, attempting to pick up the sword hilt that had fallen to the ground in front of him...

His arm trembled, his vision dimmed, and afterimages began to appear.

All I could hear was buzzing and noise; it was impossible to tell if a zombie was approaching.

Even in his somewhat confused state of mind, he could still foresee his own fate.

Just like the remaining flesh and blood along the way, it was torn apart and devoured by zombies.

He knew full well that this outcome was inevitable the moment he took the first step.

It was already difficult for someone with the cultivation level of Qi Refining Perfection to try to stop a purple-haired zombie who was at least at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Having lost his sword and talisman, Li Qingfeng's understanding of this journey became exceptionally clear.

That means killing as many purple-haired zombies as possible, slowing them down, and giving the Special Operations Bureau more time to establish its defenses.

and so.

After using his decent speed and agility, he lured two clearly shaped purple-haired zombies out of the horde.

He then found a piece of wasteland by the river, the furthest from the city, and repeatedly searched for it.

It's already difficult to fight against one opponent, let alone one against two.

Despite exhausting all means, they were ultimately drained of their last bit of spiritual energy by repeated, unavoidable attacks.

Without a chance to catch their breath and rest, and without any rare and precious resources to replenish their strength, the outcome was already obvious.

Even so, he managed to trap the two corpses on the riverbank with his own life for a full half hour.

Perhaps he was arrogant and conceited when he first came down from the mountain, wanting to point his sword at the heavens, settle all the injustices, eliminate evil, and protect the righteous path.

In this ordinary city that doesn't rank among the world's top cities, I saw countless lights, men, women, and children, and the bustling city life.

Perhaps your mindset has changed quietly.

Having been an orphan, he spent the first half of his life wandering the world and begging on the streets, witnessing the ugliness and darkness of human nature.

The half-finished storybook I found in the trash can in front of the school became my source of spiritual support for a long time.

In that abruptly ended story, just like the tomorrow he couldn't see through, the only three words he actually recognized were his own name, Li Qingfeng.

Along the road, along the lights, day after day, year after year.

Unlike the damp, dark alleyways that shelter from the wind and rain, Li Qingfeng in the story is a chivalrous knight.

That was the first time he stood up and was knocked down again when he saw other homeless children being bullied.

A true hero would never stand by and watch someone die.

On many nights of hunger and cold, these few pages of worn-out paper planted a seed in Li Qingfeng's heart, even though he was not reading the book.

He did not become one of those pickpockets, thieves, or members of gangs.

But equally, this unsociable knight-errant also had his share of hardship.

After wandering around for a while, he arrived at the unforgettable mountain and met the person exactly as described in the book. Immortals do exist.

That chivalrous figure also exists.

He dedicated himself to one day for ten years, and his restless heart calmed down.

I also learned some mental qualities that were not appropriate for my age from my master, who was indifferent to everything and as calm as water.

Mountains and rivers nourish the mind, solitude cultivates character.

The long passage of time seems to fade the suffering and past of those living below the mountain.

But clearly, on the first descent down the mountain, the wide-eyed man saw flickering lights, and the bustling crowd was filled with filth.

He, Li Qingfeng, could not become an immortal.

Thousands of Taoist scriptures passed before my eyes, yet I still couldn't suppress my true nature.

The area at the foot of this mountain has changed both greatly and not much.

There were good things and bad things.

The difference is that he can now distinguish them, and he also has a sword in his hand.

Those images buried deep in my memory, each one has overlapping colors.

The difference is that the knight-errant can do a lot more now.

Demons and monsters that harm people, kill them!

Those who betray their promises shall be killed!

Those who act as accomplices to evil shall be killed!

Those who indiscriminately kill innocent people, kill them!

Those who bring disaster to the country and its people should be killed!

Those who impose exorbitant taxes and levies, kill them!

Those who prey on the villagers, kill them!

They seem no different, but the people wielding the swords are different.

He wasn't the monk who spent ten years in ascetic training before descending the mountain; he was a chivalrous knight who had lived in this world for eighteen years and walked the streets.

Not being aloof, but rather being part of it all…

Thoughts jumbled together.

In the illusion of memory, the hungry and cold children in the wind and snow also reach out their hands.

"Click..."

With a clear sound, Li Qingfeng, whose eyes were already cloudy and unfocused, tightly gripped the hilt of the sword that had fallen to the ground in front of him.

The familiar, cold, solid touch, along with the enormous footsteps that were already inches away from his ear, made his somewhat unfocused pupils tremble.

His muscles twitched instinctively, trying to make him get up again, and he swung the sword in his hand toward the direction from which the sound came from behind him.

In the end, however, he only trembled slightly twice before he could muster no more strength.

As his strength waned, his health deteriorated further.

In the midst of my confused consciousness, I lost track of how much time had passed.

The scene before me was a mixture of hallucinations and memories.
Gradually, the background began to brighten.

As the dazzling golden light filled their vision, a figure carrying a box, with a strangely familiar silhouette, gradually emerged in the light.

He wore a wide, moon-white Taoist robe that shone brightly in the golden light, and his long, frost-white hair stood upright, moving without wind.

His handsome yet gentle face held a faint smile as he stared intently at himself.

At this moment, Li Qingfeng lay sprawled in a pool of blood, on the verge of death due to multiple organ ruptures and excessive blood loss.

His pupils widened, his lips trembled, and he tried to get up.

“…Master…Master…”

Trembling, with his last bit of strength, he murmured, uttering the two words he always kept on his lips.

Since the cataclysmic changes in the world, the weariness, pressure, and self-blame for one's own weakness, coupled with the fact that countless people have died tragically at the hands of demons, have caused all sorts of suffering.

All the negative emotions that had been hidden in my heart could no longer be suppressed at this moment, and they surged out like a volcanic eruption.

A thousand words, mixed with two streams of tears, slid down her cheeks.

"...Master...I miss you so much..."

Li Qingfeng thought it was just a hallucination caused by his excessive longing before his death.

With a confused mind, I didn't even know what I was saying incoherently.

However, this intense emotional fluctuation also pushed her already overburdened body to a breaking point.

I felt my consciousness rapidly accumulating, becoming hazy and unclear.

Lu Gu, who had just been teleported over, saw this scene and lightly waved his free hand.

In an instant, a small, exquisitely crafted object, barely larger than the palm of your hand and shaped like a pyramid, appeared.

Immediately afterwards, without any visible movement, a dazzling golden beam of light shot straight into the sky from the top of the pyramid.

"Om-!!"

As the max-level beacon activated, Li Qingfeng, whose consciousness was almost detached from his body, felt an invisible and intangible wave sweep over him.

The pain and numbness subsided quickly, and vision became clear and transparent again.

At this moment, his gradually clearing mind also made him realize...

What I just thought was an illusion caused by missing someone so much seems to be real...

next moment.

Before the stunned Li Qingfeng could make any move, he saw his master, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, turn his gaze away from him.

He placed the pagoda-shaped, unidentified magical artifact in his hand in mid-air.

The free hand seemed to have grabbed something from the cuff, then simply tossed it outwards.

Then, several small, round yellow beans flew out in a parabolic arc.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Amidst several thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground, thick white smoke suddenly rose.

Then, under the sudden, wide-eyed gaze of Li Qingfeng, who was lying on the ground.

The two strangely shaped, purple-haired corpses that rushed over were instantly grabbed by the heads of a large hand that swept away the mist.

His entire forward-moving body was suddenly lifted into the air and tilted backward.

moment.

"Crack—!"

A tooth-grinding cracking sound followed.

The purple-haired corpse, which was practically impervious to blades and bullets and harder than steel, had its entire head crushed by the giant hand that emerged from the mist.

And with this action, the intense wind pressure finally tore apart the unknown fog.

Inside, several tall, muscular, golden-armored warriors with serious faces were revealed.

"Scattering beans to create soldiers—a kind of supernatural magic!"

"I will teach you after you reach the Foundation Establishment stage. However, supernatural abilities are highly dependent on talent and physique. Which one you can learn depends on your own destiny..."

Hearing his master's familiar and gentle words, Li Qingfeng, whose cheeks were wet with tears, couldn't help but show a relaxed smile.

next moment.

The long-term pressure and exhaustion from the serious injury had reached their limit, even with the life-saving treatment and instant healing from the beacon, their mental state was still pushed to the limit.

Suddenly everything went black, and he fell headfirst into the puddle, bubbling as water rose from the surface.

(End of this chapter)