Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 93 A Late Rain Keeps Guests
Wanggu Forest.

The young Taoist boy in the yellow robe still smiled and asked, "How is it? Brother Liang, have you succeeded?"

Liang Feng nodded and opened the small box in his pocket.

The "spiritual pearl" lay quietly inside.

"Very well, Brother Liang, please let me take a look."

Liang Feng remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "I will give it to you once I rescue A Qing."

The smile on the young Taoist boy in the yellow robe slowly disappeared.

boom!
The spiritual energy suddenly erupted.

Liang Feng flew backward and stumbled to the ground.

A blurry bloody hole on his right shoulder, from which blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

Liang Feng grunted and stared intently at the man in the yellow robe.

"Liang Feng, are you...?"

"He takes himself too seriously."

His long, narrow eyes finally opened a little.

With his blood and qi surging, the young Taoist in yellow robes reached out and grabbed at Liang Feng from afar.

The small box was immediately grabbed by a pair of invisible hands and flew towards him.

His withered fingers were gripping the wooden box, and his originally honest face was twisted into a strange smile under the moonlight.

"laugh……"

"You really think I'd help you save that living dead?"

Liang Feng looked ashamed.

It seems that this was expected, and now the last glimmer of hope has been completely extinguished.

"If I were to use this Moon Lotus Seed to save her, wouldn't I be needlessly losing a chance at life..."

"waste……"

Surprisingly, Liang Feng's complexion returned to normal.

He remained silent, and the spiritual energy within his body surged in an extremely strange manner.

Having no will to live, he actually tried to self-destruct on the spot.

"Humph."

The young Taoist in the yellow robe frowned and snorted coldly, "A pointless act."

As he spoke, he made a light, pressing motion with his palm.

The spiritual energy within Liang Feng's body suddenly stagnated.

The tenth level of Qi Refining seems to be only a hair's breadth away from the Foundation Establishment stage.

In reality, they are worlds apart.

“Liang Feng, you’re a smart man. I think you understood from the beginning that you had no choice.”

"If you want to save your wife, you have to take a gamble."

"It's just that you lost the bet."

Just as the yellow-robed Taoist was about to kill Liang Feng, he noticed that a light rain had started to fall nearby for some unknown reason.

Immediately, a clear sword light pierced through the air and arrived.

The young Taoist priest in the yellow robe froze, his figure instantly transforming into a sky full of phosphorescent flames as he prepared to flee.

In the distant sky, a pair of slender, jade-like fingers gently tapped the bell in the palm of their hand.

A vast amount of spiritual energy gathered in the air.

Spit it out lightly.

"Leave a guest in the rain."

hum-

The moisture suddenly burst forth, and a torrential downpour spread out in ripples.

The torrential rain formed a large, seemingly chaotic yet spiritually concentrated trapping formation.

In the heavy rain, Huang Pao Xiaodao's figure reformed, gritting his teeth.

Countless fine raindrops extended from all directions, covering his entire body.

He shouted sternly, "How dare a junior from the Sheyang Sect block my Yellow Springs Road!"

Without saying much, Cong Yuzhen's flying sword transformed into a stream of light, aiming straight for the face of the yellow-robed demonic cultivator.

Blood mist rose from the yellow-robed cultivator's body, his withered fingers turned into claws, and the ghostly energy in his palm condensed into a ferocious beast head, which lunged straight at her face.

The flying sword pierced through the air with ease, penetrating the ghost's head. The water elemental power exploded, scattering the ghostly energy into pieces.

"A low-grade spiritual weapon!?"

The man in the yellow robe sensed something was wrong.

The azure light flashed rapidly through the heavy rain, and the yellow-robed cultivator hurriedly retreated, hovering at the edge of the rain formation.

The flying sword swirled and flashed back to Cong Yuzhen's side.

The divine light dissipates, revealing the true form.

The sword's blade is as blue as jade, with layered patterns resembling ripples.

It floats gently, with the sound of light rain pattering.

Small characters are engraved on the hilt of the sword.

Chi Yu. Just then, Lu, Song, Yan Xun, and Wu Duo arrived.

Cheng Yu and Sheng Yun also arrived shortly afterward.

Upon seeing Liang Feng's miserable state, Yan Xun couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Liang!"

"Heh!" The man in the yellow robe resumed his smiling demeanor: "You all should get along well, but unfortunately..."

"Your Brother Liang is going to bury the entire Linghua Valley with his living dead wife..."

"What!?"

Yan Xun and Wu Duo looked at Liang Feng in disbelief.

The Taoist in the yellow robe activated his spiritual power, and the "spiritual pearl" was slowly released.

"This so-called 'spiritual pearl' actually contains a mature lotus seed that holds the moon."

"I wonder which fool would use such a treasure as a spiritual vein to nourish some flowers and plants."

"Heh... How ridiculous."

"This Brother Liang of yours, in his eagerness to save his wife, stole this 'spiritual pearl' and gave it to me..."

Cheng Yu's expression turned icy, and he immediately questioned, "Liang Feng! Are you truly a traitor!?"

Wu Duo frowned slightly and stepped forward: "Brother Liang, I also know a little about Sister A Qing's matter, you..."

"You know?"

Liang Feng's expression was terrifyingly calm, and there was no will to live in his eyes.

He had already anticipated this situation, and now that his hopes had been dashed, he inexplicably burst into laughter.

"I know..."

"How could you outsiders possibly know..."

"To be separated from a loved one by death... what unbearable pain!"

"More than twenty years..."

In short, it can be summed up in just four words.

But that was seven thousand three hundred and fifty-four days and nights...

Cheng Yu snorted coldly, not caring at all. He only wanted to say a few nice words under the pressure of Senior Sister Yu Zhen: "You, a Qi Refining cultivator, dare to plot against a Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator!"

Liang Feng's voice grew softer and softer: "...If we can save A Qing, even if there's only the slightest hope."

"Why not..."

Song Yan gazed at the "spiritual pearl" and the bright light within it, lost in thought.

Are there really mature and immature lotus seeds among the so-called "lotus seeds that bear the moon"?
This touched upon his area of ​​ignorance.

It wasn't mentioned in the Hundred Flowers Manual either.

However, upon closer inspection, the "spiritual pearl" was full of spiritual energy, but its vitality was not as strong as the one in his hand.

The young Taoist boy in the yellow robe chuckled sinisterly, "Girl, your trapping formation is so vast, it must have taken a lot of energy, right?"

Cong Yuzhen appeared calm, but there was a hint of hesitation in her heart.

Given her personality, she originally intended to use swift and decisive measures within this predicament.

But now that the "spiritual pearl" is in the other party's hands, she is afraid that the impact might destroy the treasure that Linghua Valley depends on for survival.

For a moment, I felt somewhat constrained.

Suddenly, the young Taoist boy in the yellow robe began to form hand seals, and his ghostly aura surged.

It actually solidified into a skeletal demon statue over ten feet tall!
"Young man from the Sheyang Sect, you'd better be careful. If you accidentally destroy this Moon-Supporting Lotus Seed, we'll all be on the verge of collapse!"

"Ha! You can search the entire Chu Kingdom, but you won't find a second one to save Linghua Valley!"

The man in the yellow robe was very wary of the magical weapon in Cong Yuzhen's hand.

If we could buy some time to let this strange trap dissipate, and then seize the opportunity to escape, that would be ideal.

However, the words just fell.

A light, teasing laugh came from below.

"Ha ha……"

Everyone couldn't help but look at Song Yan.

He smiled faintly and said loudly to Liang Feng, "Brother Liang, you've seen it clearly now, haven't you? Plotting with this demonic cultivator is nothing but a futile effort that will only harm both yourself and others."

"Before anything serious happens, let's go back with Fellow Daoist Yan and Fellow Daoist Wu Duo to confess our sins and accept our punishment."

Everyone was completely baffled.

"Song Yan, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Cheng Yu glared at Song Yan and demanded sharply, "Now that the Moon-Holding Lotus Seed has fallen into the hands of demonic cultivators, isn't that a grave mistake?"

"Have you gone mad? You're just like that demonic cultivator!"

Song Yan smiled faintly: "That's naturally because it's the real Moon-Touching Lotus Seed..."

"In my hands."

As he finished speaking, a glimmer of light appeared in his palm.

A touch of pure white light appeared in his palm.

For an instant.

Suddenly, the forest in Wanggu fell silent.

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