Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 98, Section 94: Honest Man Long Xiaoyao…

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After a muffled thud, Qian Lingyun, who couldn't even stand, fell flat on her back onto the ground.

She rolled around on the ground a few times before struggling to prop herself up with her hands, lifting her head and gagging a few times.

She felt the urge to vomit several times, but forcibly held it in. Finally, just as she could no longer hold it in, an antique vase suddenly appeared in front of her, and Ye Xishui's teasing voice rang out again: "Don't vomit on the ground, vomit in the bottle!"

"Hmm," Qian Lingyun hummed softly, seemingly unable to bear it any longer. She grabbed the bottle and pulled it into her arms...

vomit!

Qian Lingyun, holding the bottle, gagged at the mouth of the bottle, vomiting up almost all of yesterday's breakfast before her complexion improved slightly.

"My God! I'm so dizzy..."

Before she could finish speaking, Qian Lingyun, still holding the bottle, did something else...

Cough cough, she leaned against the table with a tearful expression, looking at Ye Xishui with a mournful look, and said, "What kind of test is this...? It almost shook my brain to pieces..."

"Your head soul bone seems to be immune to mental-type soul skills, so I created a soul power space to simulate a similar effect! I can see that..." Ye Xishui's gaze swept over Qian Lingyun's pale face and the vase, and said, "The effect is actually quite good, after all, your soul power is more refined, isn't it?"

"Hmm," Qian Lingyun replied perfunctorily, using the corner of the table to steady herself as she stood up. Just as she was about to say something, a small booklet flew towards her.

Picking up the booklet and flipping it open, I saw a bunch of book titles written in the interlocking pages, with "The Secret Method of Soul Refining" and "The Creation and Use of Corpse Puppets and Vengeful Spirits" listed at the very beginning of the series.

"This is..." Qian Lingyun looked at Ye Xishui with a half-understanding, her lips slightly parted. She shook the booklet in her hand as if asking Ye Xishui what it was for.

Do evil spirit masters still need to study books these days?

Aren't evil spirit masters more reliant on practical skills?

"Take this to Wuyun and have him get you all the books listed above. Learning from me isn't just about practical application; theoretical learning is equally important!"

Ye Xishui lay down lazily, and after a long while, she slowly uttered, "If you fall behind in your theoretical studies, don't blame me!"

These words sent chills down Qian Lingyun's spine, as if a cold wind had shot from her tailbone straight to the top of her head. She grabbed the booklet and the vase and fled as if her life depended on it.

Seeing the door close and the silence outside, Ye Xishui turned her head to look at a corner of the room and whispered, "Why do you still like to hide in the shadows and watch me, just like when you were young? How many times have I told you, just come to my place openly and honestly, and who can say anything about you?"

"Xi Shui, you know, all I've wanted to do all these years is stay by your side and protect you," Long Xiaoyao said, looking at Ye Xi Shui for a long time before finally uttering those words.

"Protection...protection? Where were you all before? Don't you think it's a bit late to talk to me about protection now?"

Ye Xishui gritted her teeth and looked at Long Xiaoyao. Her empty gaze was filled with countless emotions, but Long Xiaoyao only saw a resentment spreading and growing uncontrollably in Ye Xishui's body, and her body began to exude a trace of blood red aura.

"Xi Shui, calm down, don't let evil thoughts get the better of you... Oh, right, that girl..." Long Xiaoyao held Ye Xi Shui's wrist, about to transfer his soul power into her, when suddenly he seemed to remember something and hurriedly ran out the door.

In just a few breaths, a bewildered Qian Lingyun, carrying a stack of books, was grabbed by the collar and brought before Ye Xishui. She looked at Ye Xishui, then turned to Long Xiaoyao, who had brought her there, and exclaimed in horror:

"What's going on? I just had it done this afternoon, how come I have it again now?"

"Never mind that, just focus on getting rid of the resentment in Xi Shui's body!" Long Xiaoyao urged, his expression tense as he stared intently at Ye Xi Shui. "If you can cure Xi Shui's problem once and for all, I'll owe you a huge favor!"

"Tsk, how easy is it to get rid of this kind of deep-seated resentment! If it were easy to cure, Grandmother would have already figured out a way to solve it herself..." Qian Lingyun, who had been dragged all the way, rolled her eyes at a secluded spot, gripped Ye Xishui's hand and began to use the resentment-attracting technique to extract the pile of solid, blood-red resentment.

"It's not that simple, then there must be a way!" Long Xiaoyao excitedly grabbed Qian Lingyun's shoulder, reassuring her, "Just tell me how to do it, and I'll take care of it!"

"Tsk, Senior Long, let go first, let me absorb the resentment first!" Qian Lingyun shrugged her shoulders, impatiently shaking off Long Xiaoyao's hand, her whole body reflecting the resentment and turning into a blood red.

The resentment almost materialized, clinging tightly to Qian Lingyun's skin and wriggling a few times before slowly seeping in.

Time passed by, and perhaps because the resentment had already been cleared away this evening, the scale of this resentment was not large, and it was quickly drawn away by Qian Lingyun.

"Phew..." Qian Lingyun wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, examined Ye Xishui's wrist for a while, then stood up and said, "You two have already seen the temporary solution. Leave me here; once the resentment gets out of control, I'll absorb it. It's quick to take effect! But the results aren't great!"

"If Grandma loses control of her emotions, it will relapse!"

"Then what's the fundamental solution?!" Long Xiaoyao asked anxiously.

"The fundamental solution... depends on whether Grandmother can accept it," Qian Lingyun glanced at Ye Xishui and whispered, "Can I say?"

"Speak!" Ye Xishui glanced at Long Xiaoyao expressionlessly, gripped Qian Lingyun's wrist tightly, and then looked at Long Xiaoyao again: "Tell him, so he can give up!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Qian Lingyun grimaced as she pried open the hand Ye Xishui was using to restrain her wrist. "The real solution is... for Grandmother to cripple her cultivation. Without this martial spirit, she naturally won't be affected. But if Grandmother were to cripple her cultivation at her age... I'm afraid..."

Having said that, Long Xiaoyao had almost figured it out. The method to cure the root cause was indeed a cure, but it was tantamount to sentencing Ye Xishui to death.

"Grandma, should we tell Grandpa Long about your second martial soul?!" Qian Lingyun contacted Ye Xishui through telepathic communication.

"You dare!" Ye Xishui frowned slightly and replied, "If anyone besides you and me finds out about that kind of thing, don't blame me..."

"Don't be angry! I won't say anything. Everyone has a second Light attribute martial soul!" Qian Lingyun winked playfully at Ye Xishui and smiled, "My second martial soul is also of the Light attribute..."

"...You always manage to bring me little surprises!" Ye Xishui paused slightly, her gaze softening as she looked at Qian Lingyun. She released her grip on her wrist, pinched Qian Lingyun's cheek, and then looked coldly at Long Xiaoyao. "Alright, you know everything you need to know. It's getting late, you should go back now. Turn off the lights when you leave."

Long Xiaoyao stared blankly at Qian Lingyun. When he saw her shake her head in despair, tears welled up in his eyes and almost spilled down his resolute face. He stood up, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice:

"Xi Shui, you should rest well first. Don't worry, no matter what the cost, I will find a way to cure you."

Long Xiaoyao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute tone.

Ye Xishui didn't speak, but just looked down at her palms.

(End of this chapter)