Chapter 105: Don’t Even Think of Keeping Your Hands and Feet
At this moment, Shen Songhe, suspended in the thick mist of demonic qi, was hanging in mid-air. Before him, Pei Qi’s eyes were entirely crimson, his hand shaped into a claw.
Demonic qi seeped from his palm, plunging into Shen Songhe’s abdomen.
Shen Songhe’s face instantly turned as white as paper. Beads of blood dripped from his tightly pursed lips, tracing down his jade-white skin and splattering onto his lapel like red plums on snow.
The invading icy demonic qi collided with the pure spiritual energy within his body, tearing at his spiritual veins.
This body was already at its limit; it couldn’t withstand such a brutal search.
Shen Songhe gritted his teeth, let out a pained groan, and his vision began to darken. The memories in his mind were jumbled, making it hard for him to distinguish between the past and reality.
Pei Qi controlled the demonic qi to travel through half a cycle within Shen Songhe’s body, but just like a hundred years ago, aside from a mess of memories, he found no trace of the Sacred Artifact.
“Impossible!” Demonic qi swirled in Pei Qi’s eyes. Unwilling to give up, he continued his search, his movements becoming even more reckless.
In the midst of the excruciating pain, Shen Songhe regained a moment of clarity. He forced a cold sneer and said, “Go back… and tell Kong Meng… he will never… ever… get the Sacred Artifact…”
Kong Meng.
Upon hearing this name, Pei Qi’s pupils shrank violently. He immediately intensified his actions and roared, “Shut up!”
As a massive surge of demonic qi poured into his shattered Dantian, Shen Songhe leaned forward and coughed up a large amount of blood, losing the strength to speak.
The scent of blood was thick in his nose. For a moment, it felt as if a thin membrane had formed over his ears, blurring and isolating all sounds.
His hands and feet were weary, his gaze unfocused. He could no longer gather his soul to deal with the person before him, and the clear spiritual energy around him was almost entirely swallowed by the demonic qi.
When Feng Shi rushed back, this was the scene he witnessed.
Within the surging demonic qi, his Shizun—usually as clear as the moon and untainted by the dust of the world—now had his clothes in disarray and his jade crown tilted. His pale lips were stained with a layer of bright red, and his hem fluttered, dotted with spots of blood. He no longer looked like his usual dignified self.
The white was no longer white; it was stained black and soaked in red, a shattered sight before him.
Feng Shi’s breathing stalled, his heart skipping a long beat. Simultaneously, all the spiritual energy in his body surged toward his hands, pouring into Wu Cheng.
The powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy stirred up a hurricane, snapping several thin, nameless trees nearby. The clouds above the secret realm condensed, pressing down like a dark, heavy vortex.
Feng Shi swung his sword twice in succession. The sword qi was like a rainbow, cutting through the black-and-white demonic qi and striking directly toward the wrist Pei Qi was using to probe Shen Songhe’s Dantian.
The blow landed, and blood splattered everywhere.
The demonic qi invading Shen Songhe’s body came to an abrupt halt.
Shen Songhe coughed up blood again and collapsed to the ground. His face was sallow, but his vision cleared significantly. He turned his head to look at the figure emerging from the dust and smoke.
When he saw Feng Shi’s features, Shen Songhe’s body couldn’t stop trembling.
A drop of blood stained Feng Shi’s chin. Beneath its bewitching look, his eyes held a layer of indifference.
The smile on Pei Qi’s face froze instantly. After a long while, he lowered his head to look at his hand lying on the ground.
Boiling hot blood was gushing out from the stump of his wrist.
Pei Qi tilted his head as if he were thinking.
A moment later, he turned stiffly to look at Feng Shi.
At this point, his eyes were dark and his pupils crimson; his demonic nature had been fully awakened.
Sniffing the scent of blood in the air, his entire being couldn’t stop getting excited. A strange laugh escaped his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Feng Shi.
Feng Shi frowned and leaned back. He watched as a new hand rapidly grew from Pei Qi’s wrist.
This hand reached out and landed on the back of his head.
The warm blood, carrying demonic qi, was smeared onto the tip of Feng Shi’s jade-white ear.
Pei Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning in close. Then, with a sudden force, Feng Shi was forced into a forehead-to-forehead contact with him.
“You dared… to cut off my hand?”
Pei Qi gritted his teeth, a smile on his face, but it was a cold one. His hand firmly gripped the back of Feng Shi’s neck. For some reason, the way he looked at Feng Shi held a trace of pity.
“In that case.” He paused, his gaze like a cold snake’s tongue sweeping over Feng Shi’s entire body. “Don’t even think of keeping your hands and feet…”
If he cut off his hands and feet, he wouldn’t be able to run away like just now, nor would he ungratefully bite his master again.
Pei Qi licked the bloodstain off his lip, a bloodthirsty light gleaming in his eyes. With that, the bone fan in his hand turned, intending to slash at Feng Shi’s hands.
[Appropriate distance from the target maintained. Does the host decide to activate the item “Heart-Piercing Arrow”?]
Feng Shi didn’t hesitate to click confirm.
The moment the item was activated, all the spiritual energy in the secret realm rushed over like a flood. The surrounding plants and trees withered and yellowed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dense spiritual energy finally condensed into a slender, emerald-green short arrow in front of Feng Shi.
The short arrow spun rapidly and automatically plunged into Pei Qi’s heart.
What was a clear process in Feng Shi’s eyes appeared to be nothing more than a blink of an eye to outsiders.
Although Pei Qi sensed something and wanted to dodge, it was already too late.
The arrow condensed from spiritual energy pierced through his heart, crushing the demonic qi around him. It then emerged from his back, struck the ground, and vanished.
Caught off guard and severely wounded, Pei Qi spat out a mouthful of dark red blood and knelt on the ground, clutching his chest.
Feng Shi took the opportunity to bypass him, planning to take Shen Songhe away.
This blow might have caused anyone else to lose their soul, but for Pei Qi, it only hindered him for a moment.
Feng Shi reached out, his fingertips touching Shen Songhe’s cold ones, and he grabbed hold.
With just a gentle pull, he could take him away.
But Pei Qi threw his head back and laughed twice. Swallowing the thick metallic taste in his mouth, he shouted, “Aren’t you coming out yet?!”
As his voice fell…
Feng Shi heard a piercing sound of something cutting through the air from behind.
He knew things wouldn’t be this simple.
He quickly turned his head. A sword beam stained with demonic aura brushed past his ear.
The sword beam struck the ground, leaving a crack four fingers wide.
It actually possessed the strength of the Nascent Soul stage.
Another sharp sword beam struck. Feng Shi was forced to let go of Shen Songhe’s hand. He turned around, his gaze sweeping over, only to see an unexpected person.
“Cao Ni?”
Surprise was evident in his voice.
The Cao Ni before him didn’t have a trace of spiritual energy. Instead, he was covered in murky demonic qi.
He had clearly succumbed to inner demons!
Feng Shi recalled the brief eye contact he had with this man in Hanzhong City.
At that time, he had seen a flash of demonic qi on the eaves and subsequently sneaked into Cao Ni’s room, but he didn’t give it much thought.
In two years, Cao Ni hadn’t made any progress, yet he hadn’t expected that the man had entered the demonic path at some point. His strength had improved so rapidly that he had joined the ranks of the Nascent Soul stage.
However, it seemed that even he had become someone Pei Qi was using.
The plot line presented in the original book was very shallow and full of holes.
Feng Shi’s appearance had altered the original plot, causing the storyline to go wildly off track. The world consciousness then proceeded to fill the gaps.
When the superficial layer was peeled back and every person in this world became a living individual, the chain of interests changed significantly, and the originally hidden subplots gradually surfaced.
Back to the present.
Cao Ni was dressed in a thin black outfit. Between his brows were vertical demonic patterns formed by black qi. His pupil color was the same crimson as Pei Qi’s.
“Junior Brother, how is it?”
He smiled as he looked at his hands, then gazed into Feng Shi’s eyes and raised an eyebrow. “We haven’t met for many days. Has Senior Brother’s cultivation disappointed you?”
In two years, he had jumped from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Nascent Soul stage.
If he hadn’t relied on evil techniques to improve, Feng Shi felt that the title of the new generation’s genius in the cultivation world could be given to him instead.
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