Chapter 296: Beautiful Shadows in the Ruined Temple

The three entered the ruined temple, and Xueseng Wuxiang and the old farmer, without giving Lv Qingzhu a moment to catch her breath, continued their frenzied siege against her.

Lv Qingzhu was beaten by the two, retreating bit by bit...

The three of them, while attacking and killing each other, walked step by step into the dim corner of the ruined temple.

Lv Qingzhu knocked away Wuxiang's heavy ring-blade, which was slashing diagonally toward her, with a strike of her sword, but her footsteps were already somewhat unsteady, and she retreated another half-step.

Lv Qingzhu suddenly felt her back stiffen; she had already leaned against the wall in the corner of the ruined temple.

A look of determination flashed in Lv Qingzhu's eyes.

If her True Qi were exhausted before A Mo arrived, she would use her last bit of True Qi to end her own life.

Just as Lv Qingzhu was thinking this, a clanging sound suddenly rang out by the feet of the old farmer not far to her side.

This corner was already dim to begin with; the old farmer shifted his body to the side and did not see that there was actually a jar at the base of the wall, and he accidentally knocked the jar over with his foot...

This collision was no small matter; a pitch-black lump was seen rolling out from the broken jar...

The old farmer's eyelids twitched, thinking that a weasel had been hiding in the jar and had been startled, causing it to bolt out...

As it happens, Duan Rong had been hiding in this jar, using his Divine Sense Projection the entire time to scout the movements outside.

When the three were fighting and entered the ruined temple, Duan Rong had already begun to tremble with fear. Seeing the bald donkey wearing blood-colored robes and the old farmer forcing Lv Qingzhu step by step toward where he was hiding, Duan Rong became even more nervous...

The three had already walked into the dim corner and were still fighting incessantly, especially Wuxiang and the old farmer, whose figures flickered as they surrounded Lv Qingzhu.

Duan Rong had already prepared for the worst, and sure enough, what he feared most came to pass.

The next moment, the old farmer kicked and smashed the jar.

Seeing the pitch-black lump roll out, the old farmer had not intended to pay it any mind; at this moment, he only had eyes for Lv Qingzhu. Seeing that this choice morsel, Lv Qingzhu, was already at the end of her rope and about to be within his grasp, how could he have time to bother with a startled weasel...

But the moment the pitch-black lump rolled out, there was suddenly a series of crackling explosions, and almost simultaneously, the black lump suddenly burst open.

The instant the black lump burst, a Blade Shadow slashed toward him!

Duan Rong knew very well that once the jar was smashed by the old farmer, he was already exposed.

Originally, when they were still outside the temple, Duan Rong had already used his Divine Sense to scout and saw everything clearly.

Before, Lv Qingzhu had been suppressing that bald donkey in blood-colored robes, but later, after the old farmer joined in, the situation began to reverse, and the two joined forces to force Lv Qingzhu into this ruined temple.

Now that he was exposed, his only choice was to join forces with Lv Qingzhu to kill the two people before him. Only then would he have a chance to survive.

Duan Rong's strategy was very simple: as long as he could intercept the old farmer, he believed Lv Qingzhu could still suppress that bald donkey!

This blade from Duan Rong could be said to have come without any warning; as the Blade Shadow flashed, the old farmer subconsciously retreated to dodge.

However, Duan Rong was at the Great Perfection realm, while the old farmer was only at Entering Micro, and Duan Rong had the element of surprise; how could he dodge it?

But even so, the moment the Blade Shadow flashed, the blood threads floating and wriggling around the old farmer's body acted like living things, instantly gathering and bulging to block this fatal blade for the old farmer.

With his blade blocked, Duan Rong leaped, pressed his body close to the old farmer, and with flickering Blade Shadows, slashed at the old farmer again from a tricky angle.

Duan Rong's sudden and bizarre appearance left both Lv Qingzhu and Xueseng Wuxiang stunned.

Unlike the old farmer, they hadn't seen a pitch-black thing roll out of the jar.

They only heard a clanging sound, and the next moment, Duan Rong was already fighting the old farmer.

Seeing Lv Qingzhu still standing there in a daze, Duan Rong suddenly shouted: "What are you still dazing for? Why don't you hurry up and kill that bald donkey!"

After Duan Rong slashed a few times, his heart already turned cold!

This old farmer's Filthy Blood Divine Art was clearly far more profound than that of the fortune teller.

The blade he slashed with all his might was completely neutralized by those blood threads that gathered and wriggled like living things.

Jolted by Duan Rong's roar, Lv Qingzhu immediately reacted, thrusting her Long Sword to stab at Wuxiang...

With Duan Rong intercepting the old farmer, Lv Qingzhu was no longer under attack from both front and back, and she immediately unleashed her full realm, killing toward Xueseng Wuxiang.

Lv Qingzhu knew this was a life-or-death struggle!

Wuxiang's cracked lips had long since lost all color, and his expression began to wither; he clearly felt that the "blood" within his body was running low.

Yet Lv Qingzhu's strength was surging; every time he channeled the Filthy Blood Divine Art to block Lv Qingzhu's lethal moves, it consumed a great deal.

With all of Duan Rong's attacks blocked by the Filthy Blood Divine Art, the old farmer's heart finally eased.

Duan Rong's method of appearance was too bizarre and shocking.

Moreover, the old farmer lived in a mountain village and rarely traveled in the Jianghu, so he knew little about the affairs of the Jianghu, and he was even less aware that such an exotic technique as the Bone Shrinking Technique existed in this world.

Therefore, when Duan Rong first burst out from the pitch-black meatball, the old farmer instantly retreated violently, because at that time, he did not know Duan Rong's martial arts realm at all and was spooked by Duan Rong's method of appearance.

But at this moment, seeing that the Filthy Blood Divine Art could block all of Duan Rong's attacks, he had already calmed down.

After calming down, the old farmer soon discovered that Duan Rong's realm was higher than Entering Micro but weaker than the True Qi Realm; he was clearly a martial artist who had achieved Inner Breath Realm Great Perfection.

Although Duan Rong was flashing Blade Shadows before the old farmer, the old farmer was no longer looking at him, but instead raised his eyes to look behind Duan Rong, toward Lv Qingzhu and Xueseng Wuxiang.

He saw Lv Qingzhu's sword shadows flickering, while the blood threads floating and wriggling around Xueseng Wuxiang's body were like sand paintings, constantly gathering and dispersing, gathering and dispersing, to receive one lethal move after another from Lv Qingzhu.

And Wuxiang's once-invincible Sumeru Blade Technique could no longer withstand even a single move in Lv Qingzhu's hands; if not for the protection of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, Wuxiang would likely have already fallen.

The old farmer's heart trembled; if Wuxiang fell, the next to die would be him! And now, with the protection of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, he could treat Duan Rong's attacks as nothing.

Just then, the blood threads floating and wriggling around the old farmer's body suddenly ignored Duan Rong's attacks and walked toward Lv Qingzhu.

He actually wanted to ignore Duan Rong entirely and join forces with Xueseng Wuxiang again to pincer-attack Lv Qingzhu.

As soon as the old farmer moved, Duan Rong sensed his intention.

Duan Rong gritted his teeth, his Blade Shadows becoming faster, but the blood threads floating and wriggling around the old farmer's body followed like a shadow, flickering and dispersing, rising and falling, blocking all of his attacks.

Duan Rong suddenly leaped up, and Plum Blossom Afterimages suddenly bloomed at his hand; three Willow Leaf Knives shot out, scattering toward the old farmer before him!

The three flying knives were mere inches away!

The blood threads floating and wriggling around the old farmer's body suddenly gathered and bulged at his chest, abdomen, and shoulder, instantly knocking the three flying knives away silently.

Duan Rong's eyes tightened, and he slashed at the old farmer's head again, but this strike, delivered with his full realm, was still blocked by the suddenly bulging and gathering blood threads.

Under Duan Rong's series of dense attacks, the old farmer had already arrived behind Lv Qingzhu.

Both Lv Qingzhu and Xueseng Wuxiang noticed the change behind them.

Lv Qingzhu had already slowed her offensive and began to divert her attention to watch her own back.

Just as the shadow of Lv Qingzhu's Sword flickered and slashed toward Wuxiang, the old farmer spotted an opportunity, suddenly gripped his firewood chopper, and slashed at Lv Qingzhu's back.

But the moment the old farmer's firewood chopper extended, Duan Rong lunged, the Blade Shadow of his Minghong Saber flashed, and he slashed horizontally toward the firewood chopper the old farmer had swung out.

With a clang, the web between the old farmer's thumb and forefinger was numbed by the shock; had it not been for the dense Tainted Blood wriggling and coiling around his hand, his weapon would have been knocked from his grip and sent flying backward!

The Filthy Blood Divine Art, though miraculous, cannot increase one's martial arts realm!

The old farmer was, after all, only at Entering Micro, while Duan Rong had already achieved Great Perfection.

Duan Rong's strike succeeded, and both Lv Qingzhu and the blood monk Wuxiang saw it.

Lv Qingzhu's heart stirred, and her offensive became fierce once again.

Wuxiang's listless eyes, following Lv Qingzhu's sudden resurgence, already revealed a trace of death.

Although the old farmer had the Filthy Blood Divine Art to protect his body and could ignore Duan Rong's attacks, with Duan Rong guarding the flank, he could no longer harass Lv Qingzhu.

Even standing there at this moment, he had purely become a blood-colored ornament.

The old farmer stood there, watching as Wuxiang withered away bit by bit, his heart burning with anxiety, but Duan Rong's Blade Shadow kept flickering beside him, leaving him truly helpless.

He had entered the sect as a farmer; had the Filthy Blood Sect not been short of people in the early years, they would never have developed him. Although he had some success with the Filthy Blood Divine Art, his other means were sparse.

Just as the old farmer was anxious and helpless, Lv Qingzhu slashed her Sword toward Wuxiang's throat again; Tainted Blood gathered and bulged, but the moment that bulging Tainted Blood touched Lv Qingzhu's resolute Sword edge, it collapsed at the first touch.

The "blood" within Wuxiang used to drive the Filthy Blood Divine Art had been exhausted at this moment.

Wuxiang's eyes were desolate; in the depths of Lv Qingzhu's eyes, a lonely plum blossom seemed to appear, and with a decisive Sword strike, she severed Wuxiang's head!

Wuxiang's bald head flew up, but not a single drop of blood splashed out, simply because the blood in his body had already dried up.

From the severed neck of Wuxiang, countless dense strands of Tainted Blood poked their heads out, wriggling on their own like maggots...

The old farmer had not expected Wuxiang to be killed by Lv Qingzhu so quickly.

At this moment, he already regretted listening to Wuxiang's seduction, letting his lust cloud his brain, and running over to wade into these muddy waters.

With Wuxiang dead, how could he have any chance of survival facing two opponents alone?

Sure enough, the moment Wuxiang was beheaded, Lv Qingzhu thrust her Long Sword, and together with Duan Rong, one in front and one behind, they pincered the old farmer.

The old farmer was extremely awkward at this time; although he held the firewood chopper in his hand, he dared not attack at all. Both of their realms were higher than his, and once he made a move and their weapons clashed, his firewood chopper would immediately be knocked from his hand.

Although Lv Qingzhu had joined the battle, the Blade Shadow of the Minghong Saber in Duan Rong's hand was even fiercer. He had just used his Divine Sense to probe Lv Qingzhu's dantian; her True Qi was nearly exhausted.

The old farmer's Filthy Blood Divine Art had consumed quite a lot to hold on until now, and under the successive attacks of Lv Qingzhu and Duan Rong, after only a few breaths, the old farmer's lips were completely devoid of color.

Lv Qingzhu slashed out with her Sword, unleashing her full realm, lonely and absolute like a plum blossom; the bulging Tainted Blood instantly collapsed, and without losing momentum, the Sword strike sliced off the old farmer's head.

The moment Lv Qingzhu slashed out with her Sword, Duan Rong also slashed his saber toward the old farmer's chest.

Lv Qingzhu's Sword strike succeeded, and the moment the old farmer's head flew up, the Tainted Blood floating and wriggling around his body suddenly seemed to lose its master soul, no longer gathering or bulging; Duan Rong, without realizing it, slashed his saber onto the old farmer's chest.

To exhaust the old farmer, Duan Rong had poured his Internal Breath into this strike and unleashed it with all his might, hitting the old farmer's chest solidly.

Where the saber landed, a puff of white smoke suddenly rose...

That was the potent aphrodisiac in the inner pocket of the old farmer's clothes, which had been shattered directly by Duan Rong's Internal Breath-infused saber and billowed out...

The mountain wind blew in from the temple door, carrying the white smoke onto the faces of Lv Qingzhu and Duan Rong...

The incident happened in a rush, and neither of them noticed, the white smoke wrapped in the mountain wind hitting them in the face...

By the time Lv Qingzhu wanted to hold her breath, it was already too late; the Medicine Powder had already surged into her mouth and nose...

Originally, no matter how potent the poison, it would not have been a problem for Lv Qingzhu, who was in the True Qi Realm; she only needed to circulate her True Qi to force the poison out of her body.

But at this moment, the True Qi in her dantian happened to be nearly exhausted, making it impossible to circulate her Qi to force out the poison!

The potent aphrodisiac invaded her heart meridian after a few breaths!

Lv Qingzhu's face was flushed, her whole body felt weak, and waves of dry heat surged from within her body...

She looked at Duan Rong not far away with blurred eyes, and intermittent soft moans came from her throat...

Lv Qingzhu walked toward Duan Rong step by step, and she began to undo the buttons of her clothes...

Duan Rong still had a sliver of clarity in his heart; he knew that he and Lv Qingzhu had been poisoned.

"It's okay, I have medicine... I have medicine..."

While staring at Lv Qingzhu, Duan Rong tremblingly fished out a Porcelain Bottle.

That was the emergency medicine Shen Ping had left behind.

But just at this moment, Lv Qingzhu had already taken off her outer garment...

Duan Rong's eyes widened instantly, and his hand holding the Porcelain Bottle stopped there.

"Duan Rong, no! You can't do this! She is still a child... Stop!..."

Duan Rong's heart jolted, and he was about to open the stopper of the Porcelain Bottle, but Lv Qingzhu suddenly untied her chest binder.

A nosebleed immediately flowed down from Duan Rong.

"So..."

"So big..."

With a clatter, the Porcelain Bottle in his hand fell to the ground...

And at this time, the stark-naked Lv Qingzhu had already walked over and, with a face full of peach-blossom flush, pounced on Duan Rong...

In the desolate wilderness temple, with three corpses to the side, the two of them just like that, twisted together...

After a while, Duan Rong picked up Lv Qingzhu and rolled into the pile of straw in the corner...

Lv Qingzhu's eyes were tightly shut, and Duan Rong's eyes were also blurred; both were bewitched by the drug, their Divine Souls in a trance...

Perhaps it was when the drug reached its peak, Duan Rong felt his brain go blank, and at that very moment, countless strands of Tainted Blood wriggled like leeches from the pores all over his body, poking their heads out...

The Tainted Blood wriggled, crawling all over Duan Rong's body, and then like wild grass, it climbed and spread; after a few breaths, Lv Qingzhu's body was also covered in Tainted Blood...

Under the influence of the drug, Duan Rong's brain was in a blank state of memory loss, but the Second Layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Art within his body began to circulate on its own.

Lv Qingzhu was a virgin. Duan Rong was a virgin.

Primordial Yin and Primordial Yang!

A meeting of the golden wind and the jade dew!

Most people who join the Filthy Blood Sect are no longer virgins, which is why their cultivation speed is very slow.

Because the agitation between Primordial Yin and Primordial Yang is the most nourishing supplement for the Filthy Blood Divine Art!

It is far better than the blood-refining effect when one only has the Primordial Yin of a virgin without the Primordial Yang of a virgin man!

But even when there are cases like Lv Qingzhu and Duan Rong, where Primordial Yin and Primordial Yang agitate each other, it is because the cultivator's realm in the Filthy Blood Divine Art is too low, unlike Duan Rong who directly attained the Second Layer realm of the Filthy Blood Divine Art by absorbing a Spirit Tool.

Because their Filthy Blood Divine Art realm is too low, even if Primordial Yin and Primordial Yang agitate each other, a large amount of nourishing substance is wasted because it cannot be absorbed.

Like Duan Rong, where Primordial Yin and Primordial Yang agitate each other, and because he himself already possesses the Second Layer realm of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, he is able to absorb the agitated nourishing substance completely; this is the first time such a situation has occurred since the Filthy Blood Divine Art came into the world.

Because to absorb all the nourishing substance from the agitation of Primordial Yin and Primordial Yang, one must cultivate the Filthy Blood Divine Art to a certain realm, and to cultivate the Filthy Blood Divine Art to that realm, it is impossible to still possess the Primordial Yang body of a virgin.

This was originally an irreconcilable contradiction.

(End of this chapter)