Chapter 213: The Demon Aspect Fully Revealed, Hatred Runs Deep

It was indeed as Lingxiang had expected; Zhao Wuyang was able to perform the Tiantian Bu, but what she had not anticipated was that the technique would be so spectacular.

After all, no one had ever performed Pacing the Dipper in front of her; she had merely seen the relevant techniques in the books of the Langhuan Pavilion. There were few who could practice this set of techniques, and apart from the previous Sect Leader, no one had been able to master the true method.

However, the previous Sect Leader had passed away many years ago, and while Shouyi, the Head Disciple of Qianyuan Zhenren, had practiced it for a period, he had been unable to borrow the power of the heavenly stars.

In the end, it still depended on the practitioner's talent; if one could practice it, it was a blessing from the heavens.

A person favored by the heavens! Ha!

Lingxiang gave a self-deprecating laugh, then calmly took a sip of hot tea.

In terms of talent, Zhao Wuyang was indeed incomparable. Setting aside his Natural Spiritual Root, just the fact that he could catch the eye of the Eternal Firmament made it clear that his future would be boundless.

It was just that Zhao Wuyang seemed to have a knot in his heart, so his cultivation was always stagnant; if he could not untie this knot, it would be difficult to make any further progress...

Glancing at the back of Zhao Wuyang, who was standing with his fingers forming a seal, Lingxiang sighed silently and buried her face in the steam of her Tea Cup.

Sigh... forget it, forget it; if the heavens do not favor me, then I shall help others defy the heavens!

Compared to Lingxiang's nonchalance, Zhao Wuyang was quite different. From the moment he began Pacing the Dipper, he felt his Spirit Power churning within him, and just as he finished the hand seals and settled his steps, the restless Spirit Power surged out from his body along with the falling stars, like a breached levee—uncontrollable and unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuyang felt as if several cycles of spring and autumn had passed, and just as he thought he was about to die, the starlight gradually ceased.

As the last ray of starlight fell, the uncontrollable force within his body finally vanished. Zhao Wuyang collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. He felt like a riverbed that had been dry for a long time, longing for a heavy rain, or like land cracked by a long drought, desperately needing irrigation. His Three Souls and Seven Spirits seemed to be constantly detaching from his flesh, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

He was in so much pain! He was truly in so much pain!

Just as Zhao Wuyang felt his life was coming to an end and his sea of consciousness was in a state of Chaos, a sweet and mellow taste suddenly entered his mouth, and he heard a clear, beautiful female voice say:

"Drink! Drink! Once you drink, it won't hurt anymore."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuyang hurriedly gulped it down; even if it were a bowl of poison, he would surely have drained it without hesitation at that moment.

While feeding the tea to Zhao Wuyang, Lingxiang fell into deep thought.

It was indeed as she had expected; Wuyang's cultivation was too shallow to bear the consumption of Pacing the Dipper. If she had not been present, she did not know if he would have been able to recover. Senior Brother Qianyuan was being far too reckless; how could he teach him just anything!

Lingxiang had just given Zhao Wuyang a Gathering Spirit Pill, and since the Yunmeng Marsh was rich in Spirit Qi, they only needed to wait for the Pill to take effect.

However, just as Lingxiang was feeding Zhao Wuyang the tea, she heard a burst of manic laughter. Lingxiang could not help but frown—as expected, with little Wuyang's cultivation, he was still unable to harm a Demon Race member of the Demon General rank like Guihua.

Guihua laughed like a madwoman; the laughter was shrill and eerie, echoing through the valley, and was extremely terrifying. As the dust settled, a monster was seen crawling on the ground where the power of the stars had fallen.

The monster was shaped like a scorpion, but instead of a stinger on its tail, there was a woman wielding a pair of sharp claws—it was none other than Guihua.

"You have finally revealed your Demon Aspect!" Lingxiang said coldly.

Although little Wuyang's cultivation was not enough to do anything to Guihua, being able to force out her Demon Aspect was quite impressive, but...

But now that she herself was indisposed and little Wuyang was unconscious, it would not be easy to deal with Guihua. Fortunately, Guihua had consumed quite a bit of her tea, and the Cizhu Leaf from the Bamboo Staff Old Man was no joke; Guihua should be unable to move now.

But Lingxiang had miscalculated; Guihua not only stood up but also stumbled toward the two of them. Saliva gushed from the scorpion's mouth, and it waved its two great pincers, which made a "click-clack" sound as they opened and closed, looking extremely furious.

Compared to the imposing scorpion, Guihua was disheveled, staring fixedly at Lingxiang with a gloomy face.

Guihua truly had not expected that the brat Zhao Wuyang would possess such power, enough to force her into this state, but she did not care; from beginning to end, the only thing she wanted was Lingxiang.

She wanted Lingxiang to die! She wanted that woman's daughter to die!

Looking at the approaching Guihua, Lingxiang finally began to panic.

The Cizhu was a Spirit Plant cultivated by the Zhuzhang Laoren specifically to deal with demons; theoretically, as long as a demon touched it, they would suffer bone-eroding pain. Yet, the sight of Guihua's manic state and the hatred overflowing from the corners of her eyes filled her with fear...

What kind of obsession could make her so persistent?

Guihua's steps were firm and heavy, and the "click-clack" sound from the scorpion's feet struck Lingxiang's heart like a beating drum. At this moment, Lingxiang felt that the woman before her was terrifying to the extreme. She formed seals with her fingers and cast various Witchcraft spells, but whether it was because her cultivation was mediocre or because her spells lost their aim in her panic, she failed to harm Guihua in the slightest.

Yet the distance between the two grew closer and closer, and closer and closer...

Just as Lingxiang was in a panic, a figure suddenly stood in front of her—it was actually Zhao Wuyang!

Zhao Wuyang gasped for breath, shielding Lingxiang behind him. He had never seen Lingxiang like this; in his eyes, Lingxiang had always been someone who played through the world, so how could she be so flustered?

She... she must have been terrified...

Zhao Wuyang still felt pain all over his body, but somehow, his strength was gradually returning, and Spirit Power was slowly accumulating within him. He looked back at the still-terrified Lingxiang and realized that she must have done something for him.

"You are the Ninth Elder of the Yuanqing Sect; how can you be so flustered when encountering trouble?" Zhao Wuyang smiled at Lingxiang, then looked at Guihua, who had fully revealed her Demon Aspect, his brows locked in a deep frown.

Although he had recovered some strength, he did not know if his body could support him in performing Pacing the Dipper one more time...

Yet Zhao Wuyang did not hesitate in the slightest; he formed seals with his fingers, planted his feet in a stable horse stance, and recited the incantations, all in one go.

Seeing this, Lingxiang finally snapped out of her fear and hurriedly grabbed the hem of Zhao Wuyang's robe.

Although the Gathering Spirit Pill had taken effect, if Zhao Wuyang forced himself to perform Pacing the Dipper, he would only suffer a backlash, and he would likely lose his life!

But Zhao Wuyang only looked back and smiled; the immaturity of the past was gone from his pale face, replaced by a look of determination.

Guihua had not expected that Zhao Wuyang would still be able to get up and move; now it seemed he was merely at the end of his rope. Since he was seeking death, why shouldn't she grant his wish? She did not care how many people died by her hands.

Thinking of this, Guihua felt as if she had more strength, and her steps seemed to become lighter and no longer staggered. Now there was only one thought in her heart: she was about to kill that person's daughter, the woman whose very name made her hate her to the bone!

"Tumuo!"

Guihua roared and raised her pincers to smash down, while Zhao Wuyang also shouted the name of the Big Dipper, and Lingxiang pulled at Zhao Wuyang with all her might.

With a loud crash, wood splinters flew everywhere, and the yellow pear-wood table and chairs were smashed to pieces...