Chapter 322: Yan Yan

Inside the Dharma Ship, Xu Qing opened his eyes.

During this period, Yan Yan was not the first visitor; both Ding Xue and Gu Muqing had been here before.

Xu Qing was as usual, not revealing anything different from before. If there really was anything, it was just more silence.

Hearing Yan Yan's voice outside, Xu Qing stood up, walked out of the cabin, and stood there, looking calmly at the young girl on the shore.

Xu Qing's appearance made Yan Yan's beautiful eyes curve into crescent moons. While showing her happiness to the fullest, her delicate body leaped up, wanting to step onto Xu Qing's Dharma Ship.

But in the next instant, she crashed into the Dharma Ship's barrier.

With a bang, she fell to the shore.

"Brother Xu Qing, do you not like me anymore? Is it something Yan Yan did wrong? Tell me, I will change..." Yan Yan climbed up with some discouragement, sitting on the ground with slightly red eyes, looking as if she were about to cry.

Her fingers, full of wounds, pinched the corner of her clothes.

"No need to pretend. What is it?" Xu Qing spoke indifferently.

Yan Yan's red eyes vanished instantly. She tilted her head, looking at Xu Qing, a look of obsession appearing at the corner of her mouth. She raised her finger, placed it in her mouth, bit it lightly, sucked her own blood, and a strange light appeared in her eyes.

"Sure enough, I still can't fool Brother Xu Qing."

"But Brother Xu Qing, I really like the way you don't like me. This time I came, I even brought you a greeting gift." Yan Yan's eyes were hazy, she gave a silly smile, and with a wave of her small hand, seven black water vats appeared beside her.

Each was half a person tall, covered with lids, yet heads were exposed outside.

Inside these seven water vats, each contained a cultivator. Their cultivation bases were mostly three-fire Foundation Establishment, and one even emitted Golden Core fluctuations; it was a one-palace Golden Core.

Clearly, they had all been tortured to the extreme. Although none of them were dead, they were like planted flowers, planted inside the water vats.

At this moment, with the vibration of the water vats landing, they opened their eyes one after another. Upon seeing Yan Yan on the side, each of them revealed endless terror and despair.

Among these people, there were men and women, all pale. Some were missing an eye, some an ear, some had no nose, and some had their mouths sewn shut.

"Brother Xu Qing, after I returned to Dongyou Island last time, I started catching the Night Dove organization there. I even found a clue, followed the vine to find the melon, and found these seven guys."

"These seven are small leaders of the Night Dove organization in the Nanhuang Continent. On their way to the Eastern Wanggu, Little Pi took action and caught them all."

Yan Yan happily transmitted her words, her eyes full of expectation, as if longing to receive Xu Qing's praise.

Xu Qing's gaze swept over these seven people. There was no need to identify them; he had killed too many Night Dove members. At this moment, as his perception spread out, he sensed a large amount of resentment intermingled on these seven people.

In addition, the Seven Blood Eyes' Capture-Criminal Division also had wanted files on these seven people, but these seven were very cautious and had never appeared within the territory of the Seven Blood Eyes.

"Very good." Xu Qing nodded toward Yan Yan.

This nodding action made Yan Yan excited. Her breathing became slightly rapid, her nostrils flared slightly, the haziness in her eyes grew thicker, and she spoke softly.

"Brother Xu Qing, shall we... start?"

Xu Qing stepped out, left the Dharma Ship, and after stepping onto the shore, he swept his gaze over these seven trembling people, finally looking at the one-palace Golden Core cultivator.

This cultivator was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. While shocking to behold, the resentment gathered on him was extremely rich. Xu Qing knew this person; the Seven Blood Eyes' files once had a record of him.

This person was one of the big leaders of the Night Dove organization in the Nanhuang Continent, cruel and bloodthirsty by nature. Many Treasure-Nurturers had died at his hands, and the number he had sold was massive.

At this moment, under Xu Qing's gaze, the middle-aged man's sewn-together mouth made a wailing sound, and his eyes revealed a look of begging for mercy. This kind of begging, the middle-aged man had seen countless times in his life, and during this period, it had also appeared on himself countless times.

Xu Qing was expressionless. He raised his hand and grabbed through the air. Instantly, the water vat where the middle-aged man was shattered into pieces.

As a large amount of bloody water scattered, the middle-aged man's torso, missing its limbs, fell down. As he struggled, a great force shrouded him, and he was suddenly moved in front of Xu Qing.

Amidst Yan Yan's excitement, Xu Qing calmly raised his right hand. His right hand instantly became illusory, slowly reaching into the middle-aged man's chest. There was no wound, no damage; Xu Qing's right hand was completely illusory, penetrating inside.

But in the middle-aged cultivator's perception, at this moment, his fear instantly surpassed the torture he had suffered from Yan Yan on Dongyou Island. His body trembled violently, his eyes revealed horror and disbelief, and there was even intense terror and frantic struggling.

He felt a cold hand reaching into his body, probing into his sea of consciousness, touching his Tiangong...

Immediately after, this cold hand pierced through his Tiangong and grabbed the Golden Core he had suppressed within the Tiangong.

With a sudden tug!

A pain that surpassed everything in the past made this middle-aged cultivator go completely insane. His wailing sounds became shrill. Truly, compared to the current feeling, the torture he had suffered on Dongyou Island before was like child's play.

At this moment, it was a collapse that pained his heart.

His sewn-together lips tore open under this struggle, and as a tragic, inhuman wail erupted violently from his mouth, Xu Qing's hand had already been withdrawn from the middle-aged cultivator's chest.

In his hand... was a Golden Core.

Behind this Golden Core, there were countless silk threads connected. With Xu Qing's sudden pull, all the threads snapped.

As the wailing sound became shrill, the middle-aged cultivator's body trembled violently. The Tiangong within his body collapsed with a bang, crumbling inch by inch, turning into countless fresh blood that sprayed out in large quantities from his mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and every pore on his body.

What made this middle-aged cultivator, who was full of evil, even more desperate was that in his eyes, stained red with blood, he could vaguely see his Golden Core in Xu Qing's illusory hand, rapidly dissipating and being forcibly absorbed.

This scene was enough to make everyone who saw it extremely terrified, especially since Xu Qing's expression had been as usual from beginning to end, calm as water, and not even a single drop of blood had stained his body.

Yan Yan's eyes revealed a strong light, staring straight at Xu Qing. She found that Xu Qing's way of playing was even more exciting and obsessive to her than before.

Her breathing became uncontrollably rapid. At this moment, she couldn't help but raise her finger and place it in her mouth again, biting it open to suck her own blood.

It seemed that only in this way could she obtain that trembling within her heart and spirit.

Xu Qing glanced at Yan Yan but didn't pay attention. With a wave of his hand, the resentment swirling around the dying middle-aged cultivator instantly erupted, turning into countless illusory faces, and fiercely swallowed toward the weak middle-aged cultivator.

The shrill sound echoed again, lasted for a few breaths, and then stopped abruptly.

He died of breathlessness.

As for the other cultivators in the water vats, they were all trembling at this moment, despair mixed with indescribable fear. They had previously thought Yan Yan was a nightmare, but now they knew that compared to the present, the past was just ordinary.

Xu Qing found these Foundation Establishments useless to absorb, so he emitted a divine sense.

In the next instant, the black iron skewer flew out, its speed extremely fast, flying directly toward the remaining six cultivators, instantly piercing through their brows, absorbing their souls, and returning as a residual shadow.

The black iron skewer didn't let go of the dead Golden Core either, because there was still a residual soul dissipating within the corpse.

Yan Yan sucked her finger deeply, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth as she looked at Xu Qing.

In her eyes, it seemed the world was hazy, and only Xu Qing's figure was incomparably clear.

"Brother Xu Qing, do you feel better in your heart?"

Xu Qing looked at Yan Yan's fingers. Each one was filled with countless new and old scars from being bitten. So, he spoke calmly.

"Don't self-mutilate like this next time. It's not good-looking."

If anyone else had said this sentence, Yan Yan would have dug out the other party's eyes or pulled out their tongue. Even if her grandmother had said it, she would have gone her own way. But only to Xu Qing's words, she nodded hurriedly after hearing them.

"Brother Xu Qing, I will only bite one finger in the future, and wait until it heals before biting again. That way there won't be scars, and it won't be ugly."

"Brother Xu Qing, can... can I get on the ship?" Yan Yan looked at Xu Qing with expectation.

"Next time. I want to cultivate." Xu Qing spoke calmly, turned around, walked back to the Dharma Ship, and went to the cabin.

The sunset glow fell on the shore. Yan Yan looked at the departing Xu Qing, feeling a bit lost in her heart. When she came, she was both happy and sad. Happy because she could see Brother Xu Qing again, sad because she heard her grandmother talk about the Seven Blood Eyes.

So, she begged her grandmother to give her enough Dharma Protectors, and only then did she peel the cocoon to catch these seven remnants of the Night Dove organization.

Then she brought them here, wanting to give them to Brother Xu Qing, so he could be a little happier.

She didn't know what to do to make Xu Qing happy, so she thought if it were herself, she would be happy if someone gave her such a gift.

But now, she was a bit lost.

Looking at the figure disappearing on the Dharma Ship, she sat alone on the shore, biting her lower lip, unable to help but raise her hand again, wanting to bite her finger.

But she held back, trying her best to restrain this habit of hers.

Because Brother Xu Qing didn't like it.

But she couldn't control it a bit. Gradually, amidst this restraint and struggle, a fierce aura appeared on her body.

Originally, she had an extremely heavy fierce aura. Now, amidst the emotional fluctuations in her heart, this fierce aura grew even thicker.

But at this moment, inside the Dharma Ship, Xu Qing's calm voice came.

"Sit down."

Yan Yan was stunned. She sat down obediently. When she looked up at the Dharma Ship, a leisurely sound of a flute came from within the Dharma Ship, drifting away.

The flute sound was melodious, carrying comfort, as if it had pulled people's thoughts very long, very long.

After dusk, under the bright moon, the fierce aura of the person on the shore gradually dissipated, and a smile appeared on her face.

Until a long time later, after the flute sound dissipated, Yan Yan stood up happily.

"Thank you, Brother Xu Qing." Saying this, she skipped away, humming the flute sound she had just heard, her mood incomparably joyful.

Just like this, several days passed. Until this morning, Xu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at his sound-transmission jade slip.

After taking it out, Seventh Uncle's solemn voice echoed in his ears.

"Master has already found traces of Zhu Zhao and discovered the whereabouts of Sheng Yunzi. It is confirmed that this is not an ambush. Next, the Alliance will go all out and issue a blood-killing mission."

"Xu Qing, are you willing to accept the order and participate in this matter!"

Xu Qing raised his head suddenly, his expression incomparably cold. Without hesitation, he replied via sound transmission.

"Disciple accepts the order!" ===== CHAPTER 323 =====