Chapter 151: Strong Luck Suppression

Strong Luck Suppression

"Sister—"

"Be careful."

"Let's go together."

The huge waves struck, and all the pictures suddenly distorted. Even Ruan Rong's face distorted with the sound, "Aunt Ci, be obedient! Don't forget—"

Don't forget what you promised me!

Ruan Ci rushed out rapidly in the water. The force of the huge wave was like a heavy punch, making her like an arrow off the string, rushing upward rapidly. The surrounding cold water was like cotton wool, slowly dissolving her forward momentum. Even so, when she finally could mobilize magic power and gradually dissolve the huge wave, she was already tens of thousands of miles away from the desperation of desperation. At this time, she had no time to sigh and be angry. She hurriedly spat out a mouthful of blood, forcing out the power of the huge wave remaining in her body. Only then did she pant and look around, muttering to herself, "I'm afraid the harvest of the Cold Rain Flower this year is only half of last year's."

At this time, she was quite close to the upper layer and could see the big waves coming with her spreading in all directions. The growth of the Cold Rain Flower could not withstand any wind and waves, and even ripples were better to be small. Ruan Ci and her party flew out like cannonballs. As long as a few people were rushing upward like her, the Cold Rain Flower field would inevitably be impacted. I don't know if the mermaid water monsters inhabiting the Cold Rain Marsh would use divine abilities to block these disastrous waves.

However, Ruan Rong had already been rolled away by the huge waves with Zhong Sixteen, and the possibility of picking the Cold Rain Flower was extremely low. Setting off such a big wind and wave in the desperation of desperation, if the luck was worse, she would be thrown into the universe immediately. With Ruan Rong's Foundation Establishment cultivation, without the spiritual energy supply of the Langhuan Zhou Tian, she would die in the universe sooner or later. If the luck was better, she would be trapped in a space crack, perhaps she could save her life for the time being, but returning to reality would be extremely difficult.

Being rolled away by the huge waves in the desperation of desperation, in fact, any result could not be called ideal. No matter what, she would have to peel off a layer of skin. For the Shangqing Sect, this deal was cost-effective. If Ruan Rong couldn't come back, Zhong Sixteen would probably not be able to come back either, and those elite disciples of the Taiwei Gate would also be pulled away by Ruan Rong to be buried with her. But for Ruan Ci, what she cared about was just that her sister's life and death were unknown. If she was rolled into the void number, even if she was still alive, I'm afraid there would be no possibility of returning to the real world in this life. But this result was destined as early as when Qi Yueying lit the Shangqing Dharma incense. Xu Shaowei exchanged for the group of people in the freezing storm, and Ruan Rong could exchange for Zhong Sixteen with Foundation Establishment cultivation, which was already considered a profit. She herself was afraid that she had already had the awareness, so she let Ruan Ci promise to listen to her orders. At the moment when the opportunity came, she was even more decisive and calm, without the slightest reluctance.

Even if she herself was rolled into the void number, Ruan Ci would not be as soul-lost as she was now. She stood in the water for a long time, her face dull, looking at the distance. Where was there any look of her usual mischievous and cleverness? I don't know how long she stood, only then did she say in a deep voice, "Come out, you didn't hide it at the beginning, what's the use of hiding it well now."

A chuckle sounded in the water, and the figure of a big-headed boy turned from light to thick. He touched his nose and said, "My talent is shallow, making Ruan Fellow Daoist laugh."

It was Fu Manzi of the Qingling Sect. He and Ruan Ci were actually rushed in the same direction, which could be said to be a coincidence. When they were rushed away, the momentum field was chaotic, and Ruan Ci naturally had no perception. But now, she was tens of thousands of miles away from the origin, and Fu Manzi's aura disappeared halfway. In the momentum field, cultivators originally sensed each other. Fu Manzi's momentum disappeared, naturally it was hiding, quietly following Ruan Ci, impossible to walk away by himself, and wandering in the Cold Rain Marsh without any purpose.

These truths were clear to both of them, and there was no need to explain. Ruan Ci glanced at Fu Manzi and said faintly, "The Qingling Sect's fortune cultivation method is indeed miraculous, Zhong Shi."

Think carefully, Zhong Sixteen used the Heaven and Earth Six Harmonies Lamp, planted so many low-level disciples, and finally only exchanged for a Ruan Rong of the Shangqing Sect, which had already lost face. And Fu Manzi was alone, but used this huge power of the Taiwei Gate. Now, instead, he was alone with Ruan Ci, this true sword envoy. With his Golden Core cultivation, as a proud disciple of the Qingling Sect, who could be regarded as a peer by Xu Shaowei, wanting to take Ruan Ci away naturally had a great chance of winning. This was the horror of the Qingling Sect's fortune. It was like a bottle of poison. Cooperating with them was like drinking poison to quench thirst. Knowing that drinking it might be making wedding clothes for others, but the benefits in front of them were still exciting. There were always people like Zhong Sixteen who thought they could control the Qingling fortune, but in the end, most of them lost everything, while the Qingling Sect disciples could sit and reap the benefits.

Ruan Ci had never dealt with the Qingling Sect, but from the memory of Elder Diwu Cang, she read many such cases of seeking skin from a tiger, all of which were the masterpieces of Elder Diwu Cang's fellow disciples. She had no contempt for the Qingling Sect. Fu Manzi seemed not to see her precaution and defense, still smiling, "Luck, luck, just luck is okay."

He made a gesture to Ruan Ci and asked shyly, "Sword envoy, come to the Qingling Sect as a guest with me, is that okay? Whether you apprentice or not, I can't control it, just go back with me once, so that I can receive a reward."

For how he saw that Ruan Ci was the true sword envoy, he didn't explain at all. It seemed that this person was well-versed in the truth that saying more is making more mistakes. Not only was his luck extremely strong, but his handling of affairs was much more cautious than Zhong Sixteen. Such an enemy was the most tricky.

The situation was extremely unfavorable to Ruan Ci. Fu Manzi was smiling, but in the momentum field, Ruan Ci had been completely locked. Even if Ruan Ci stimulated countless Donghua Sword Qi, I'm afraid he had a way to deal with it—Fu Manzi couldn't not bring magic treasures, but now he was still hiding them. But Ruan Ci was not panicked. Instead, a contemptuous sneer appeared on her face, saying, "Fu Manzi, I heard that your Qingling Sect's cultivation method is miraculous, even capable of stealing heaven and changing days, intercepting others' fortune, and even distorting the mind, unknowingly affecting others' thoughts and decisions, making them seek their own death. But there is also a fatal flaw, that is, once you encounter innate strong luck, and can suppress the luck, you will unknowingly be confused, and even go against the current, seeking your own destruction—is this rumor true?"

Fu Manzi folded his hands and hung them in front of his chest. When listening to Ruan Ci, his posture was humble, even like a peddler. Hearing Ruan Ci's words, he was not angry, just frowned thoughtfully and smiled, "Ruan Fellow Daoist has a good understanding of our Qingling Sect's cultivation method. However, our sect's cultivation method specializes in fortune. Although my luck is not extremely high, just looking at the current results, it seems to be enough to suppress the sword envoy. Ruan Fellow Daoist, what do you say?"

Ruan Ci smiled, "You still won't leak a bottom. I've broken it even more—actually, you don't know whether your luck or my luck is stronger. It's like the opening of the Hengze Heaven a thousand years ago. The jade dew was obtained by my Senior Sister Xu Shaowei, but because she was not in the game, just protecting the Dao for others, she couldn't take the jade dew away from the Hengze Heaven. Helplessly, she could only throw it into the Baoyun Sea. This invisibly benefited your predecessor, Ran cultivator. This seems to be another coincidence that Ran cultivator got the benefits, but I didn't expect that Zhong Sixteen, who came to the Hengze Heaven at that time, had even better luck. Senior Ran was also making wedding clothes for others in the end, and even ended up in a desolate end of being beheaded—cultivators who practice this cultivation method, once in the luck method, their luck is suppressed by the other side, they will suffer backlash, and often die very desolately."

She told the story, and Fu Manzi listened patiently. The two seemed to be getting along very well, but the confrontation in the momentum field was gradually intensifying. Ruan Ci's strength was ultimately much worse. Fu Manzi used his true ability, and the momentum was like a canopy, condensing all the favorable auras in the field, turning them into steaming purple qi above the canopy, making the canopy more noble and inviolable. Ruan Ci's momentum could only turn into a swimming dragon, wandering in the field, trying to avoid being shrouded by the canopy, but her tone was still cold and calm, continuing to say, "You say that your luck is probably better than mine at this time, it is just inferred from the results. Your luck is better than Zhong Sixteen's, this is certain, but to say it is higher than mine, it may not be."

Fu Manzi's pupils shrank, and he said softly, "Oh?"

He was light-headed, his body was thin and bony, as if he were a growing teenager. He was originally smiling and gave a kind impression. At this time, the smile faded, but there was a faint gloom and terror. Ruan Ci stood opposite him, and couldn't help but rise a feeling, as if what she was facing was not a person, but a beast. But she was not afraid at all, but nodded seriously, "Um."

"Ruan Fellow Daoist thinks that your luck is stronger than mine?"

"From the results, it is indeed so."

Ruan Ci answered seriously. Fu Manzi's eyes narrowed, his pupils gradually became round, and he flashed with ghostly light in the water. In the momentum field, the canopy lit up faintly, very similar to the light in his eyes, as if it would swallow Ruan Ci's momentum in the next moment, ending this game—with Fu Manzi's cultivation, Ruan Ci could play against him, and even if she could only hide in the game, she had no chance of winning, which was already very face-saving. You know, the two were a late-stage Golden Core and a late-stage Foundation Establishment. The cultivation difference could not be calculated in miles. Ruan Ci could not drive the Donghua Sword, and she could still barely enter the game, which already showed her strength. If she were slightly worse, I'm afraid she would be taken down by Fu Manzi in one encounter, and she wouldn't have the chance to say a few more words like this at this time.

Fu Manzi's sure-kill strike seemed to be right at his fingertips, ready to be unleashed at any moment, yet Ruan Ci remained motionless, showing not the slightest intention to flee. The more composed she was, the more suspicious Fu Manzi became. His hand, already raised, paused in mid-air. After weighing his options, just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed. He slapped his hand toward his front, exclaiming in shock, "A Hidden Life Water Bear? How? How could Young Master Yue find this place so quickly—"

"If you talk about reason, it's indeed impossible. First there is the lost ferry, then there is the desperate chaos. The Cold Rain Marsh is so big, once two small people are separated, even if there is some sensing, it is impossible to find each other within three or five days."

Young Master Yue's crisp voice sounded, flying from far away. Young Master Chong followed closely. She smiled at Ruan Ci, "But, perhaps this is strong luck. My lady walked from that spirit-less land of South Zhuzhou to today, with a body of condensed fortune, how can it be suppressed just because Fellow Daoist Fu says so?"

"If you and I compare in the future, perhaps I will also be suppressed by you, but Fellow Daoist Fu Manzi is about to die here, and there will be no chance to compare with me, so the result of this game is already out."

Fu Manzi was a genius of the prosperous sect, but he was only a Golden Core cultivation after all. Qu Qu Tan Yue was a Nascent Soul great cultivator, how could his incarnation methods be ordinary? The water area around him was already full of transparent insects, as thin as mosquitoes. Just a moment ago, they were still drifting with the waves like wreckage, but at this time they had swarmed up and began to gnaw at Fu Manzi's momentum. Ruan Ci stood in front of him, unhurriedly saying, "From the results, my strong luck suppresses you, it is indeed so."

Without Fu Manzi, Zhong Sixteen could not have waited for everyone in the desperation of desperation. Ruan Ci's eyes turned cold, and she said faintly, "It seems that Fellow Daoist's death will also be extremely desolate."

Even with his heaven-defying abilities, now that his vital weak point had been exposed, it was difficult for Fu Manzi to escape with his life amidst the Donghua Sword Qi, the Nascent Soul avatar, and a genuine Jin Dan expert like Young Master Chong. A look of panic flickered across his face as he reached out to slap his chest. Young Master Yue pointed a finger, and the water bears swarmed over him; wherever they gnawed, his hands dissolved into flowing water.

Wherever the water bear insects ate, it turned into nothingness. In the rolling water, the human form was soon incomplete, but Fu Manzi's inner landscape heaven and earth were still very firm. Ruan Ci was about to release the Donghua Sword Qi to cut open Fu Manzi's protective magic power, but a long sigh came from somewhere, and the movements of the three were frozen on the spot, and even their thoughts were almost completely solidified. Only a middle-aged man rose from the black water area, his figure like bamboo, his wind and god like jade, and he soon arrived beside everyone, sighing, "Although this disciple is not successful, he is also the successor of the old Dao's mantle. In the future, there will be a great catastrophe in heaven and earth, and he still has his use. The old Dao will be thick-skinned to bully the small with the big and spare his life."

He wrapped Fu Manzi's remnant body and swam upward, leaving only those water bear insects spinning in the air. "The trouble he caused will naturally be cleaned up by the old Dao together. Little lay Buddhist doesn't need to be annoyed. The fortune of the Cold Rain Flower will be offered by my sect with both hands. As for your true identity, the Qingling Sect will not disclose it to the outside world."

In less than half a cup of tea, the figures of the two had completely disappeared from the momentum field. Ruan Ci and the others gradually regained control of their bodies, and couldn't help but look at each other, speechless, only the vigorous tone of the middle-aged Taoist lingering.

"Hey, the great catastrophe of heaven and earth is not far away. Little lay Buddhist is tied to the fortune of the Zhou Tian. You must increase your progress. Time is running out... time is running out, little lay Buddhist..."

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Updated, sorry for the wait, everyone. Still updated from the draft box. I'm home today. The trip to Shanghai on Friday is also cancelled. Actually, I'm not worried about being infected, but if I've been there, the itinerary card will have red words, which is very inconvenient.

I will arrange to add updates after I get home~

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Thank you all very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ===== CHAPTER 152 =====