plumnovel Chapter 61: As long as the fees are reasonable enough, even the Sword Demon can be a sitting duck.
Chapter 61: As long as the fees are reasonable enough, even the Sword Demon can be a sitting duck.
puff.
The sound of knees hitting the ground was dull and rhythmic.
The once arrogant and domineering geniuses were all paralyzed under the pressure of the ancient remnant soul.
Ye Aotian's face, more delicate than a woman's, was pressed tightly against the reddish-brown iron wall covered in sticky fluid.
Tuoba Ye's rock-like muscles trembled like a leaf.
A land devoid of spirits, further crushed by ancient remnants of souls.
There is no chance of survival.
Yu Liang did not kneel.
It's not that my bones are hard, it's that I'm frozen with fear.
His legs trembled uncontrollably, and the pig in his arms buried its head deep in his armpits, letting out muffled groans like a pig being slaughtered.
Yu Liang's eyes were red-rimmed, the gambler's frenzy overpowering his fear. He tore off the sleeve stained with pig urine and draped it over his shoulder, his face instantly turning from deathly pale to obsequious, his back hunched, looking exactly like a waiter in an ordinary inn.
"Oh my! My dear ancestor, you've finally woken up!"
His voice was high-pitched, yet fervent:
"I am the eighteenth generation chief sword-washing servant of the Qingxuan Sect, and I have come here to clean your stubborn rust stains and the patina accumulated over a thousand years!"
"Look at your physical body! This is the result of overwork and accumulated negative energy!"
"Got the plate!"
The air froze for three breaths.
The enormous eyeball moved sluggishly for a moment.
Its long slumber made it difficult for its mind to process such absurd claims instantly.
A few breaths later.
Divine thoughts exploded in everyone's minds once again.
With a hint of impatient anxiety.
"Itchy...stop the itching...or I'll devour you all."
Yu Liang's back was already soaked with sweat.
You won the bet!
The old monster's mind had long since decayed; all that remained was instinct!
If you're going to serve them, you'd better show some real skills.
Yu Liang suddenly turned around.
His previously fawning face instantly turned ferocious as he pointed at his fellow disciples who were still pretending to be dead on the ground and roared.
"What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear the ancestral decree?!"
"Ye Aotian! Put away that broken sword of yours!"
"Take this piece of the corpse puppet's thigh bone and use it to grind down the rust spots on the left side! That's our ancestor's Jianjing acupoint, where the malevolent energy is strongest!"
"If I can't grind you down, I'll grind you into powder and stuff you into these fleshy walls!"
Ye Aotian raised his head shakily.
Looking at the leg bone in her hand, covered in an unidentified yellowish-brown substance, tears welled up in her eyes.
"I am the chief disciple of Hidden Sword Peak... My hands are meant to wield the Flowing Light Frost Sword, how could I possibly hold something like this..."
"Do you want this empty fame or your life?!"
Yu Liang kicked Ye Aotian in the butt.
He pointed to the crimson light gathering energy above his head.
"Or do you want to become a lump of rotten flesh on this wall, forever stuck to this stomach, a soul lost to a sword?"
Ye Aotian glanced at the terrifying giant eye.
The proud spirit of a sword immortal in my heart shattered into pieces.
He got up with his butt sticking out, grabbed the bone, and began to frantically grind it against the flesh.
He ground the object while muttering nervously to himself.
"This is tempering my resolve...this is refining my heart in the mortal world...as long as I don't feel ashamed, it's others who are ashamed..."
The scene instantly became extremely bizarre.
The future giants of the cultivation world, who were usually high and mighty, were now reduced to a group of lowly servants under Yu Liang's command.
Tuoba Ye carried the pig urine and mud to fill the huge cracks.
With a pained expression, Qian Duoduo used the abacus beads as projectiles to hit the rust in those hard-to-reach corners.
The pure and innocent Bai Lian'er cried as she plunged her delicate hands into the ravine, digging out the rotten fragments of the broken sword.
Yu Liang personally took charge.
He leaped onto a large, raised rust spot.
That was a critical point of spiritual energy blockage in the Sword Demon's stomach.
The "Everything Can Be Plated" system operates at its peak.
The high-frequency vibrations of his hands created afterimages as he pressed them against the rust.
"Grandfather, is this force just right?"
Roar--
The remnant soul of the Sword Demon let out an indescribable low growl.
It was the ultimate comfort of having an itch that had been building up for thousands of years suddenly being scratched.
It was as if the deepest ailments of the soul had been forcefully rubbed away by these hands.
As the vibration frequency increased, the surrounding corrosive, weak water began to recede.
The true structure at the bottom of the stomach was revealed—a forging furnace covered with ancient runes.
Xiao Wufeng remained motionless in the shadows.
He was holding a small stainless steel file in his hand, used for trimming nails.
His eyes were fixed on Yu Liang's trembling hands.
Deep within those absolutely rational pupils, countless lines of cause and effect were frantically intertwining and deducing.
With every three thousand vibrations, the spiritual power of the sealing node weakens by one point.
He's using someone else to do his dirty work.
It also involves breaking the formation using physical methods.
Xiao Wufeng's lips curled into a cold smile.
With his fingers, he subtly flicked out several array flags, which silently embedded themselves into the acupoints on the earth veins that Yu Liang had just cleaned.
"Junior Brother Yu, give it your all, press that Tianque acupoint! The Ancestor is feeling incredibly good right now!"
Xiao Wufeng suddenly spoke, his voice frighteningly calm.
Yu Liang was exhausted at this point, and his hands were numb from the vibration.
Upon hearing this, he subconsciously increased the force, channeling all the remaining strength in his body into his palms.
"Comfortable……"
The remnant soul of the Sword Demon let out a long, satisfied sigh.
The giant eye slowly closed, and the body's defense mechanisms were reduced to a minimum.
done?
Tuoba Ye wiped the mud off his face and was about to grin.
But then Xiao Wufeng took a step forward and instantly stood directly in front of that giant eyeball.
His expression was indifferent.
There was no trace of joy at surviving a disaster in his eyes; instead, they exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
"The so-called sword spirit is not a rare and precious treasure, but a crystallization of malevolent energy in the eyes of the sword demon."
Xiao Wufeng said calmly, his voice echoing in the empty stomach.
"Take it, and the Sword Demon will fall into a deep slumber."
"But at the moment of taking the stone, a causal container is needed to withstand its instinctive furious backlash."
Yu Liang's pupils suddenly contracted.
My heart stopped, and a chill ran straight to the top of my head.
"Xiao Wufeng, what the hell do you mean?!"
Xiao Wufeng flicked his fingertip lightly.
The array flags that had been driven into the acupoints turned from blue to red in an instant, emitting a nauseating bloody stench.
That's not an auxiliary formation at all.
That's a substitute talisman.
"In other words, we'll have to trouble Junior Brother Yu to take on this great karmic burden for us."
boom!
The battle flags were detonated.
What was originally a pleasant massage turned into a sharp, intense pain.
The sleeping sword demon suddenly went berserk.
A deafening roar, the terrifying sound almost shattered everyone's eardrums.
"Xiao Wufeng! I'll curse your ancestors!!"
Yu Liang's roar was drowned out by the violent sword energy.
Taking advantage of this terrifying surge of spiritual energy, Xiao Wufeng swung his longsword, removed the sword core, and precisely cleaved open the weakest point above the stomach.
The movements were fluid and graceful.
That was the only way out he had calculated through countless simulations.
"Walk!"
Xiao Wufeng let out a low shout and his figure moved like lightning, rushing towards the gap first.
"Run!"
Tuoba Ye reacted the fastest, throwing away the pig urine and mud in his hand and running faster than a rabbit.
"Better to die for a fellow Daoist than for me, Junior Brother Yu! I'll be burning paper money for you this time next year!"
Qian Duoduo glanced tearfully at Yu Liang, who was entangled in countless blood-red threads, and gritted her teeth to catch up with the group.
"Senior Brother Yu, I'll collect my debt from you in my next life!"
In the blink of an eye.
In the dark, damp stomach, only Yu Liang remained.
He was tightly bound by countless tentacle-like iron bars, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Those crimson threads, connected to the sword demon's pupils, were frantically devouring his existence.
The body began to become transparent, and consciousness gradually faded.
"Hmph!!"
The giant eyeball shot out another beam of red light, directly sucking away Pigsy, who was hiding behind Yu Liang.
That was its last snack.
"You're such a pig!!"
Yu Liang let out a blood-curdling scream, more desperate than if he were about to die.
If the pig is gone, it means the connection to the Tao has been severed, and life is lost!
At the gap, Xiao Wufeng glanced back.
His gaze was cold, as if he were looking at a discarded chess piece.
Goodbye, variables.
Yu Liang did not beg for mercy.
He was laughing, but his laughter was more painful than crying.
Since we're all going to die anyway, let's all rot here together!
The "Scumbag Mental Manual" within his body has undergone a crazy reversal.
Treat those dead lines wrapped around your body as channels for spiritual energy; instead of being absorbed, absorb them wildly in the opposite direction!
"Give it to me...you get it now!"
Xiao Wufeng frowned and paused slightly.
Not quite dead yet?
To ensure absolute success, he summoned the Merciless Sword from his natal sword box.
We must cut off the source to prevent future troubles.
The sword light flashed like a rainbow, carrying an unwavering intent to kill, and pierced straight for Yu Liang's throat.
At the critical moment.
A dark shadow suddenly burst out from the shadows at an angle completely contrary to common sense.
Like a wild beast out of control.
boom!
A dull thud of flesh colliding rang out.
The dark figure slammed into Xiao Wufeng's ribs.
Xiao Wufeng groaned as he was sent flying by the impact.
The sword strike, which was originally meant to kill, suddenly veered off course, grazing Yu Liang's scalp and severing a few strands of hair.
Yu Liang suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at the figure that had saved him.
That's... Mo Yuan.
She lay on the ground, watching Yu Liang's miserable state, half-dead and entangled in blood-red threads.
On that face that was originally expressionless like a puppet, an extremely sickly and extremely satisfied smile appeared.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were glazed over, and he murmured to himself in a daze.
"Junior brother..."
"This is... the ending that should be in a storybook..."
"The male protagonist, abandoned by the whole world, can only be locked up by me... with my own hands..."
"To make the most obedient doll..."
"Never...never to be apart..."