Chapter 378

The Youjing's voice carried elegance, like a noblewoman sitting upright, speaking calmly.

The words spoken were crisp and clear; every word carried cold arrogance, and every sentence exuded a sense of being high above.

Xu Qing's expression remained normal after hearing this, while Qing Qiu on the side was very reluctant.

Being brought to this place made her mind involuntarily recall the encounter that day; even though she had taken the least, the responsibility was shared equally.

Only the Captain's eyes were shining, his thoughts spinning rapidly.

Because of the one-foot light incident, every time he went out these past few days, he felt that the way others looked at him was abnormal.

Especially since he noticed that some Sword-Wielders seemed to be on guard when they looked at him.

This made him feel wronged and anxious at the same time; he felt that even though he was a Sword-Wielder, it felt as if everyone was looking at him like a spy.

"The Sword-Wielding Elders must all be watching this place; this is a rare opportunity to perform. I must reverse the one-foot light incident here and let the Elders see my shining points."

The Captain took a deep breath and walked in front, his steps firm and persistent, and an aura naturally rose from his body.

The middle-aged Sword-Wielder walking at the very front also noticed this; he turned his head to glance at the Captain, curled his lips, and said nothing.

Seeing this, the Captain's conviction grew stronger.

Just like that, the three of them, led by the middle-aged Sword-Wielder, walked to the deepest part of the staircase.

A red cage appeared before them.

This cage was composed of several blood-colored thin pillars, with light red light membranes between them, making it extremely secure while also allowing one to see countless runes flowing on the light membranes.

As those runes flickered, one could imagine that a terrifying pressure must exist within.

Inside the red cage, a woman sat cross-legged.

This woman was dressed in magnificent robes and wore a phoenix crown; her skin was fair, her appearance was stunning, and her temperament was excellent. One look at her made one's heart flutter uncontrollably.

At this moment, she was holding a bowl of lotus seed soup, putting it into her mouth, and tasting it carefully.

It was none other than the Youjing Jueyang Lingzun.

Her body, under the suppression of this cage, was no longer the massive size it once was, but had become normal.

Looking at her flawless face, it was hard to imagine that at the Three Spirits Suppressing Dao Mountain, she took pleasure in eating the myriad races daily, and the mortal blood stained on her mouth was enough to form a sea.

The arrival of Xu Qing and the other two also caught her attention.

Upon seeing the figures outside the cage, her expression remained normal, without any change; she maintained her composure, drinking the lotus seed soup, chewing slowly and swallowing.

"Youjing, someone has come to see you." The middle-aged Sword-Wielder walked to the blood-colored cage and spoke indifferently.

The Youjing Jueyang Lingzun chuckled, her gaze falling on Xu Qing and the other two.

"So it was to have these three little ants come to stimulate my emotions? It's useless; I will pinch these three little ants to death one by one sooner or later."

"I should actually thank you for letting me remember their appearance more clearly."

The Youjing Jueyang Lingzun laughed while her eyes swept over Xu Qing and the other two, seemingly really deepening her memory.

The middle-aged Sword-Wielder was expressionless; he stepped back a few paces and looked at Xu Qing and the other two.

His task was to bring people here; what followed depended on whether they could successfully stimulate the Youjing Jueyang Lingzun.

Xu Qing's expression was normal; he had no interest in stimulating Youjing, and besides, he didn't know how to stimulate her. The red-clad woman, Qing Qiu, felt the same, thinking it had little to do with her and there was no need to exert excessive effort.

But the Captain suddenly stepped forward to the front of the red cage, looked at the lotus seed soup in the Youjing Jueyang Lingzun's hand, and spoke with a smile.

"Granny Youjing, is that lotus seed soup tasty?"

"Get lost." The Youjing Jueyang Lingzun spoke indifferently.

The Captain raised his eyebrows, simply sat down in front of the cage, looked up and down at the Youjing Jueyang Lingzun's clothes, and frowned.

"Granny, how come I didn't see you wearing these clothes in your cave dwelling? How long have you been wearing them?"

The Youjing Jueyang Lingzun ignored him, finished the lotus seed soup, and closed her eyes to begin meditating.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Sword-Wielder shook his head secretly; he felt that this time it probably wouldn't work.

But just as this thought emerged in his mind, the Captain coughed, patted his storage bag, and immediately picked up several tattered clothes and shook them.

"Granny, come and see what this is." Youjing remained with her eyes closed.

Regarding Youjing's indifference, the Captain didn't care at all; his storage bag seemed bottomless, and at this moment, he kept taking out various tattered clothes from inside.

As he took them out, he spoke, and gradually, the place where the clothes were piled up formed a small hill.

"I have many more here, and this big bellyband..." The middle-aged Sword-Wielder on the side felt some ripples in his heart; he looked at those clothes, then at the Captain, and said nothing.

Qing Qiu felt even more disgusted.

Xu Qing's expression was strange; he saw the Captain's hard work and guessed why the other party was doing this.

And Youjing, whose eyes were closed, reopened them after hearing about the big bellyband. Looking at those familiar clothes, looking at their tattered state, she stared for a moment before looking at the Captain.

"In the future, I will also make you like these clothes—into strips, into pieces."

The Captain chuckled.

"We'll talk about the future later. But for now, Granny, I have a trouble: I have too many of these clothes in my storage bag, and I don't know where to put them. Plus, they smell a bit. Big sister, are you a Youjing or a Weasel Spirit?"

"Why is the smell so strong? That's why I asked you just now how long you've been wearing these clothes; do you want to swap?"

The Youjing Jueyang Lingzun took a deep breath; the words spoken by this human worm slightly caused ripples in her. She was very clean in her daily life and almost cleaned her whole body with techniques every day.

Although her cultivation had reached this realm and was already stainless, making it impossible to have any dirt, she was used to it. Since being suppressed here until now, her cultivation could not be deployed, and she hadn't cleaned herself for a long time.

So even though she was still stainless, it was a point of discomfort in her heart.

But this alone was not enough to make her emotions fluctuate. At this moment, following her deep breath, she returned to normal, her expression remaining cold.

The Captain blinked, noticed the middle-aged Sword-Wielder looking at him, and immediately felt energized. He thought to himself, 'Little Youjing, watch how I stimulate you,' and so he spoke with a smile.

"Granny, there's a sound that's very pleasant; I'd like to invite you to listen to it." As he spoke, he took out the demon snake's teeth and turned to look at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing knew what the Captain was going to do, so he walked over silently, picked up the clothes on the side, and spread them on the ground.

"Swap for that big bellyband!" the Captain said proudly. Xu Qing was silent; he flicked his sleeves and handed it over.

The next instant, the Captain hugged the teeth and scratched back and forth on the clothes, making a sharp, screeching sound. Those clothes were already tattered, and now, as they were torn open, they became even more ruined.

"When I was in the cave dwelling, this is how I tore the clothes open. Listen to how beautiful this sound is."

The emotions Youjing had just suppressed fluctuated under the stimulation of this sound, and her breathing became a bit rapid.

She stared at the Captain, watching him scratch back and forth on her beloved clothes; that feeling was as if he were scratching at her own heart.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Sword-Wielder's gaze toward the Captain became even stranger.

The Captain was incomparably proud in his heart, thinking there was something even more stimulating. So, after scratching a few more times, he raised his right hand and took out a recording jade slip.

Right in front of Youjing, he opened it directly, and immediately a scene rose from within.

In the scene was a massive body; on the face of this body, Xu Qing and the Captain were by the nose, and Qing Qiu was at the glabella.

"Look at this snow-white nose, how high and straight it is. Oh, why did it turn black?"

"Hey, look, it's gone."

"You!" Youjing's breathing became increasingly rapid; staring at the scene of her own nose turning black and melting, bloodshot veins appeared in her eyes, and her body was trembling.

The Captain's stimulation of her was progressive and also encompassed many aspects, unfolding in an all-around way from the smell, the clothes, the screeching sound, and this picture.

This constant stimulation of smell, hearing, and vision, following the disappearance of Youjing's avatar's nose in the picture, instantly became a great wave, rising within Youjing's mind.

But she still had her reason; even at this moment, she was still restraining herself, constantly taking deep breaths to suppress the rising anger in her heart.

Xu Qing watched this scene, admiring the Captain's ability to attract hatred.

Qing Qiu was incomparably vigilant; she now felt that the danger of the Mad Dog seemed greater than that of the Ghost Hand.

And that middle-aged Sword-Wielder took a deep breath; looking at Chen Erniu's grinning face, he felt that this kid was indeed a talent, especially that last sentence, which exuded incomparable baseness.

"No wonder the Great Emperor's statue only gave one foot of brilliant light; he's too base."

At this moment, the Youjing Jueyang Lingzun gritted her teeth, staring fixedly at the Captain, her voice no longer elegant but becoming hoarse.

"Do you want to enrage me? Impossible; I will not be enraged by an ant like you."

The Captain looked surprised.

"I don't have that thought; I just wanted to give you a gift."

As he spoke, the Captain took out a long, thick hair from his storage bag and placed it in front of the cage.

Looking at that hair, Xu Qing and Qing Qiu were both stunned for a moment, as was the middle-aged Sword-Wielder. Youjing was also taken aback, her gaze involuntarily looking over.

Noticing everyone's reaction, the Captain was in high spirits and then coughed.

"No way, you can't even recognize your own nose hair?"

"What a big nose hair; look how thick and long it is."

"Stealing your home, tearing your clothes, taking your treasures, sucking your nose, destroying your Dao blood, and causing you to lose your composure and be suppressed—these were our faults."

"Since your nose is gone, just take this nose hair as a memento. Whenever you think of your nose in the future, you can take it out and look at it."

"No need to thank me; even thieves have a code!" The Captain's voice was sonorous and powerful at the end, and he even looked holy.

This prison fell silent in an instant, with only the Captain's holy words echoing.

Finally, as Xu Qing's eyes widened, Qing Qiu was dumbfounded, and the Sword-Wielder's mind was shaken, Youjing stood up abruptly, emitting an unprecedented, shrill roar from her mouth.

"I'm going to kill you!!"

"If you kill him, I agree to soul-searching; search my soul however you want, search anything you want, as long as you kill him, I'll let you

eat him!!"

Youjing could no longer hold back, and her emotions erupted violently.