Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

However, at the moment this being withered away, some of the energy that was released was consumed in the deep sea abyss, while some was absorbed by Yuehe and the monk.

Their ethereal bodies solidified again. The monk retaliated swiftly, his eyes bloodshot as if he were a madman. He unleashed a boundless sea of ​​blood-red sword intent, attempting to deliver Chu Mingkong, who had destroyed his proof of Buddhahood!

But Yuehe was right next to him, how could he just sit idly by?

When each had only one strike left, the monk's fighting strength was no match for Yuehe's. Now that he has been replenished with power, the outcome remains the same. The outcome will not change because of the intensity of emotions.

On the East Sea, the cultivators stared blankly, recalling the tremendous commotion they had just witnessed, hesitating and wondering whether they should turn back to take another look.

But there was a terrifying and eerie giant there, and those filthy things hiding among them.

You can't go!

In that brief moment of hesitation, the East China Sea suddenly plunged into darkness, as if night had fallen.

Keen-eyed observers spotted a bright white light shining from the depths of the sea!

There is a reflection of the moon on the seabed, but no moon in the sky.

After a crushing clash of energy, the commotion subsided, and the crowd continued to stare at each other in bewilderment.

"Should we go down and take a look? Maybe there's a chance...?" Some people are both cowardly and brave, too afraid to go themselves, so they try to persuade others to go.

"An opportunity? That place is the Abyss!"

"Go to hell! I'm leaving now. I'll find out when news comes from Donghai. You guys love digging up graves, what kind of bad luck have you dug up?"

In the deepest trench, Yuehe drew upon the power the monk had previously absorbed to replenish the energy lost in his attack.

"The power of this fallen Buddha corpse was absorbed by other guys..." she murmured, helping Chu Mingkong, who was standing there stiffly.

"Why didn't anyone tell me before that a broken soul is such a painful thing...!"

Chu Mingkong kept gasping for breath. If there had been a female corpse in front of him, he might have gotten hot from all that gasping.

Yuehe knew that his soul was not as energetic as his words suggested. Since ancient times, the soul has been the most vulnerable part of a living being, and its self-healing ability is very poor, unlike the body, whose recovery ability increases with cultivation level.

“I’ll take you away from here first. In a little while, the ‘Yin Shi Ren’ you mentioned should come and absorb the power emanating from this Buddha’s corpse.”

Chu Mingkong glanced at it and realized that even the Extreme Abyss couldn't quickly erode these powers:

"You can't absorb all these powers?"

"No, it can't accommodate everyone. My entry into this secret realm is restricted."

That's really annoying; he worked so hard to kill the monsters, only to have someone else absorb the experience.

Does this mean that there will be other Yin people who stay behind like the Moon River?

Chu Mingkong was lost in thought, but he had to stop, his mind too exhausted to process it all:

"Alright, go up and call Fengying... I'm not saying anything more."

Yuehe naturally didn't press the matter. Her understanding of the soul was far clearer than that of people in later generations, and she knew that his current condition was not good.

However, even in the past, no one would have tried to use their own soul to manipulate the dual-polar power.

Yuehe thought of the Blood Blade King's corpse, which had achieved "yin soul and yang body" after countless years of death. Perhaps there were some ideas that could be learned from it.

In fact, the Blood Blade King's current state was a result of the Arhat he spoke of bewitching him, using him as a test subject to experiment with the dual-polar power.

She reached out her slender hand and grabbed at the spot where the monk had been exterminated, extracting his soul and crushing his Buddhist nature and intentions. These were things that bore the marks of his existence and should not be touched lightly; only the Dharma remained.

Yuehe could clearly see the state of Chu Mingkong's heart injury at a glance, and could barely figure out that it was achieved through dual cultivation.

If the flesh and blood body can achieve such a balance, can the soul also regain its balance through his dual cultivation method?

Back at the edge of the Abyss Trench, Feng Ying was still anxiously waiting. When she saw Yue He bring Chu Mingkong out, she breathed a sigh of relief, but Chu Mingkong's condition made her nervous again.

"What happened? The battle just now was so intense, how could there be such a powerful attack from the depths of the Abyss?" Feng Ying questioned repeatedly.

"I have no choice but to leave now and don't have time to explain. It'll get lively here soon, so let's go." Yuehe noticed a piece of the Abyss Core lying nearby.

That was the halo behind the head of the Blood Blade King's corpse, which Chu Mingkong shattered with a single punch.

In a sense, this item possesses spiritual attributes. I don't know if it will be useful, but I'll keep it for now.

The three quickly left the East Sea. Feng Ying led the way back to the Wenqing Pavilion's residence. Everyone else had already left, but Xiao Yunhan remained there.

However, the three of them returned so secretly that Xiao Yunhan didn't notice them immediately.

"There's one more thing. Did he heal his Abyss wounds by practicing Yin-Yang cultivation with men and women?" After they were safely down, Yuehe finally finished asking the questions she hadn't finished asking in the sea.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Feng Ying took Chu Mingkong from Yue He's hands, carefully and steadily placed him on the bed, and pulled off his wet robes.

“Which of his Daoist partners have practiced the Extreme Yin Divine Soul Technique? We need to have him practice it.”

"..." Fengying fell silent.

Soul cultivation techniques have never existed in the world to begin with, and you still want an extremely yin one?

"I can learn it. What kind of extremely Yin soul cultivation technique do you have?" Feng Ying asked back without the slightest hesitation.

This time, Yuehe fell silent:

"Where would I get an extreme Yin technique? Aren't you all talking about extreme Yin power here? The Crown Prince of Xiling, the Emperor, the Prince of Jin, all of them can use extreme Yin power. I've heard about it."

"Chu Mingkong is the former heir of Xiling. He killed the other two." Feng Ying's expression was a little stiff. His ancestor Yuehe actually had such a misunderstanding.

Isn't that giving too much credit to the present generation?

"...Then who is the current heir of Xiling?"

“He is now the Prince of Xiling. If the Crown Prince doesn’t care about gender, then the current Crown Prince of Xiling is your daughter, Yuehe Maomao.”

"???"

Chapter 127 Taking Risks (Two chapters combined)

The more thorough the preparation before departure, the more hasty the escape will be.

Chu Mingkong woke up after lying down for a short while. He hadn't rested for long, but he felt listless and was constantly experiencing pain.

In the past, he was the kind of person who would never spend much time lying in bed without a girl by his side, but now, once he opened his eyes, all he wanted to do was not move, and he didn't even want to open his eyes.

"You don't seem to have any injuries, but you don't seem to be in very good condition?" Feng Ying noticed that he had woken up and immediately came over to talk to him. His tone sounded like he was just joking around, but the worry in his eyes was hard to hide.

"It's really not good... How long have I been lying here?" Chu Ming said weakly. If he could, he would try to make eye contact, but then he thought of a more suitable way.

The large pig's trotter rubbed against Fengying's firm thigh. It was a bit of a pity that she wasn't wearing stockings, but that wasn't the point.

The key point is that you can communicate by touch, and enjoy the silky smoothness that surpasses even silk and brocade.

"Not long ago, to be precise, Yuehe just brought you back. I was discussing your situation with her not long ago." Fengying checked on Chu Mingkong's condition again, but with little effect.

His body was unharmed; there were no injuries to his skin or even his clothes. However, his problem stemmed from a higher level of spiritual issues, which were more troublesome than physical injuries.

Thanks to spiritual energy cultivation, one's physical body can become extremely powerful. Injuries to the body are not fatal and can be resolved to varying degrees. Chu Mingkong even survived the fatal wounds of the Abyss. However, the soul is not such a tenacious existence.

Any injury that remains could lead to serious problems.

The only thing Chu Mingkong can be thankful for now is that his soul is in contact with the power of extreme yang, which is at least a little bit gentler than the power of extreme yin.

"My intuition tells me that I need to think about a new method of cultivation for combining bodies." Chu Mingkong said through telepathy, a slight smile playing on his lips, making Feng Ying feel that he was very relaxed.

"If I hadn't known the circumstances at the time, and that Yin Shiren who ambushed the Asura King also intervened, I would have suspected that you were deliberately indulging in dual cultivation to injure yourself as an excuse."

Feng Ying sighed, but she knew that Chu Mingkong wouldn't go to such lengths. Now, whatever he needs, he just asks the girl directly. Why would he bother with this whole charade?

“Mingkong, can you walk? It’s much better for you to walk back to Xianzhen Pavilion than to lie down. Lying down would be a bit scary.”

Chu Mingkong thought this made a lot of sense, but when he tried to get up, his body bounced up only once, as if in a death struggle, and then he was unable to continue.

He could actually still stand up and move around, after all, that's how Yuehe helped him back from the trench, but now that he's comfortable lying down, he doesn't want to go through that effort again.

"Fengying, I need to explain to you how I feel right now. It's like I've been kicked in the balls. There's no wound at all, and even after going to the doctor for a checkup, they said there's nothing wrong. But the phantom pain makes you not want to move at all. Do you understand?"

Fengying felt she couldn't understand it, since she didn't have those two things, but she could still get the general idea and was fine for the time being.

"Alright, I'll go to the auction house and buy a teleportation talisman to get you back to Qingse. Lie down for now."

Feng Ying opened the door and bumped into Xiao Yunhan outside. It seemed that the senior sister of Wenqing Pavilion had been waiting outside all along.

Feng Ying still needed to obtain a teleportation talisman, so without much pleasantries, she briefly explained Chu Mingkong's situation to her, assuring her that she didn't need to worry, at least not for the time being. She added:

"If you want to chat with him, let him touch your leg, or even your hand~"

Previously, from the residence of Wenqing Pavilion, one could hear the commotion in Guanhai City outside. Opening and closing the windows were like two different worlds. Once the windows were closed, light and noise were blocked out, allowing one to enjoy the quiet in the room.

However, the windows were still open, and the city was silent. The auction was not yet over, and the turmoil in the East Sea had subsided. However, the cultivators did not know the specific situation. Everything was unknown to them, and they dared not speak loudly for fear of attracting unwanted attention.

Chu Mingkong lay on the bed, gazing at a corner of the sky, when suddenly the pillow under his head was pulled away, replaced by another round, soft, and silky surface.

He glanced at her and saw it was his older sister, Xiao Yunhan. She gently shook her head.

"No need to speak, just transmit your voice."

While resting my head on her lap is nice, and I can smell her sweet fragrance, I still prefer the comfort of touching her with my hands...

If I had to say anything, there really wouldn't be.

Words spoken without thinking should at least be considered before being uttered; otherwise, they're just babbling nonsense.

This is where the advantage of the older sister being quiet becomes apparent. She doesn't even need to greet people, and she doesn't seem to mind. She simply provides companionship.

She simply held his head, stroking it occasionally.

Chu Mingkong closed his eyes and tried to communicate with the system to see if she had any miraculous medicines.

He first tried to recall the dream of the sacred mountain in his mind, attempting to go there again, but the sense of obstruction blocked his way, it seemed that the dream of the sacred mountain had not yet recovered.

"Mother, what should I do now? Give me some advice! Is there any soul cultivation technique I can practice? The Extreme Yang Technique should be fine, right?"

The ethereal and gentle voice rang out, its tone as usual, and its calmness brought Chu Mingkong a sense of security.

There's nothing seriously wrong, but the pain in my soul is hard to subside.

As for cultivation techniques, among the extreme Yang-based soul cultivation techniques, the Buddhist ones are the most top-tier. However, Buddhist techniques should not be learned indiscriminately, and if you were to cultivate an extreme Yang soul cultivation technique, your current body would reject your soul.

A body of extreme yin would never willingly contain a soul of extreme yang.

Although the logic was easy to understand, Chu Mingkong still had some questions. Wasn't the Blood Blade King's corpse a case of a mismatch between the body and the soul?

He can do it, but I can't?