Chapter 472: The Immortal in the Seven-Colored Flowing Painting

Lingxiang turned her finger into a blade and stabbed it into Long Qi's chest, then channeled her Spirit Power; before long, Long Qi had no breath left.

From drawing the talisman to ending Long Qi's life, it was all done in one go without the slightest hesitation; only after confirming that Long Qi had stopped breathing did she let out a long sigh of relief.

This was a breath Lingxiang had managed to hold with great difficulty, and now that she relaxed, she suddenly felt her whole body turn cold and could not stop trembling.

It turns out that what the storybooks say about the difficulty of letting go is merely the author's imagination; when one truly reaches the brink of life and death, how could one think of anything more?

Or perhaps it was just Lingxiang's nature, though she was unaware of it.

But once this breath was released, Lingxiang's heart immediately fell into chaos, and upon recalling what she had just done, she felt nothing but terror and unease.

Lingxiang had never imagined that one day she would actually kill someone, and that the person she killed would be Long Qi.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably, yet Lingxiang still tried hard to wipe the bloodstains from Long Qi's face, only to smear them further.

Long Qi was very vain; if he knew he looked like this, he would surely be whining again.

She still remembered when they were at the Xianyun Abode, Lingxiang was lecturing Rendong on the Dao, and Long Qi, for some reason, had dressed up in flashy clothes like a rooster, pacing back and forth beside them and making strange noises from time to time.

At that time, Lingxiang was not yet enlightened about romance and only felt that Long Qi was very annoying, so she sent him off to fetch water from the spirit spring to water the medicinal fields.

After the work was done, it was already dark, yet Lingxiang and Rendong were still sitting in the courtyard, facing each other without any avoidance.

This made Long Qi anxious; he dragged Lingxiang into the room, but said nothing, only whining and fidgeting like a girl pining for love.

At the time, she thought Long Qi had a problem, but thinking back now, it turned out that even then, Long Qi already had a place in Lingxiang's heart.

A tear fell onto the bridge of Long Qi's nose, blurring the uncleaned bloodstain, and then flowed down the side of his nose.

With red-rimmed eyes, Lingxiang lowered her head and kissed Long Qi's forehead; this kiss was long, so long that even the tear on Long Qi's face dried, leaving a blurred mark.

It didn't matter, she could save him! She still had a backup plan!

Light and shadow flickered on Lingxiang's face, the brilliance in her eyes completely restrained, and the Soul Restraining Array suddenly activated; a blood-red light enveloped the two of them, making even the surrounding flickering firelight seem dim in comparison.

It seemed that Long Qi's soul was about to depart, but it was bound within his physical body by this Soul Restraining Array.

Lingxiang slowly pulled out her hairpin, her dark hair cascading down like a waterfall to the floor. She stroked the hairpin, as if reminiscing, or perhaps reluctant to part with it.

This was her mother's hairpin!

With a soft laugh, Lingxiang struck the hairpin hard against the ground; a crisp sound followed, and a bead the size of a sparrow's egg shattered, from which a golden pill rolled out.

This Golden Core had a restrained luster, with patterns on it resembling totems; it was actually an Immortal Grade item. Perhaps because it had been sealed for too long, what should have been a faint fragrance suddenly rushed to her nose, filling the entire Yinxu Hall.

This was the very Huitian Pill that Liu Yaoyi had given to Lingxiang; she had specifically made a detour to Liuyunxuan back then to entrust Yue Niang, who was skilled in crafting Spirit Treasures, to hide the Golden Core inside the hairpin.

The hairpin had been enchanted by Yue Niang; even if it were lost, it would return to Lingxiang's side, and furthermore, this enchantment could only be broken by Lingxiang.

As a great Nine-Tailed Fox demon, such a small matter was effortless for Yue Niang.

The reason for doing so was, firstly, to avoid attracting unwanted attention, and secondly, to prevent further trouble from the pill appearing in the world.

After all, Liu Yaoyi had once been deceived by Bai Wuchang into doing harmful things, and Lingxiang could not take risks because of her honesty.

The crisp sound of shattering made Demon Lord Boyan suddenly sober up; he turned his head to look and saw Lingxiang feeding the Golden Core into Long Qi's mouth, after which she gripped Long Qi's pulse point, her hand seals changing in complex patterns.

Boyan felt these hand seals were extremely familiar, yet he could not recall where he had seen them, until he saw the seven-colored light swirling at Lingxiang's fingertips—

This was the Suspended Thread Technique!

Fifteen years ago, when Boyan had just performed Possession on Lingxiao, he had a memory of talking face-to-face with Tumi about the Huitian Pill.

That was Lingxiao's memory, but later, for some reason, this memory had vanished, until now, seeing this seven-colored flowing light, he finally remembered.

That's it! That's it!

No wonder Tumi could never wake up; it was precisely because this Suspended Thread Technique was missing!

This girl had actually been hiding it from him all along!

The Demon Lord was furious; ignoring the Painting Scroll in front of him, he leaped toward Lingxiang.

However, the Demon Lord was blocked outside the Soul Restraining Array, which acted like an invisible wall; no matter how the Demon Lord hammered at it, he could not break the array.

Even though Lingxiang's cultivation was not high, this was a blood array she had laid down with the blood from her own pulse point; breaking it would take some effort!

The seven-colored flowing light was like a gurgling spring, flowing incessantly into Long Qi's body, and the red light of the Soul Restraining Array shrank and brightened accordingly, as if trying to squeeze Long Qi's soul back into his body.

The flowing light on her wrist was eye-catching, like the most brilliant radiance in the world, and even Chiyanzi and the four Shiyin Xiao, who were locked in combat, could not help but stare.

Especially Shiyin Xiao and the Rust Ghost; the two of them had never possessed life to begin with, and they were even more drawn to this radiance, unable to look away.

"Stop! I command you to stop!"

The Demon Lord's eyes were splitting with rage; he roared and struck the Dharma Array with all his might, causing the entire Yinxu Hall to tremble.

How could the Soul Restraining Array withstand such hammering? Before long, cracks appeared, but the Suspended Thread Technique still needed a moment to be completed.

Lingxiang felt a moment of panic, but she forced herself to remain calm and sneered at the Demon Lord: "This is the method of resurrection the Demon Lord has sought for years; how does it feel to see it but be unable to obtain it?"

This was Lingxiang's delaying tactic; she did it on purpose, and while it would enrage the Demon Lord, it could also test how effective the Wandering Soul Grass had been.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, the Demon Lord became even more frantic, and his face, which should have been handsome, became incredibly hideous.

It seemed the medicinal effect of the Wandering Soul Grass had fully taken hold.

Lingxiang's eyes flashed, then she lowered her head to look at Long Qi, saying nothing more.

Her previous words had a double meaning; they both stated the current reality and implied that the Demon Lord had never truly possessed Tumi, which was why he had become so insane.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The Demon Lord's face flushed red, and he roared at the top of his lungs, Spirit Power erupting from his hands as he struck even more violently.

Cracks in the Dharma Array continued to spread, extending all the way to the roof; it was on the verge of shattering and Collapse, and the situation was precarious.

Just at this critical moment, that hanging scroll drifted over and blocked the path in front of Lingxiang.

"Lingxiao, I have come to fetch you."

A burst of clear, spring-like light erupted from the painting, enveloping the Demon Lord entirely, and a person stepped out from the lotus, walking gracefully toward the Demon Lord from within the light.

The Demon Lord immediately quieted down, staring blankly at the person who had arrived, completely forgetting what he was doing, his heart and eyes filled only with the person before him.

"Tumi..." the Demon Lord murmured, reaching out his hand.

The one who had walked out of the painting was actually Tumi Xianzi!