Chapter 35: Red Gauze

Jing Ziwang looked up at the Qiongqi; the impact of that punch just now seemed very limited, at least no damage could be seen on the surface.

But it paced two steps in the sky, yet it was not in a hurry to use its high-ground advantage to counterattack, only locking onto Jing Ziwang with a pair of cold pupils.

Jing Ziwang frowned—what was it waiting for?

Jing Ziwang subconsciously looked around and into the distance; would people from the Candle World Sect come to help it?

But the next moment he understood what it was waiting for; it was not reinforcements from the outside world, but the poison within his own body!

A sense of erosion came from the hand that had collided with the tiger palm, and two dark blue scales had already grown out.

Jing Ziwang's heart tightened, and he immediately mobilized his thick True Qi to press down, but True Qi was also bait for that thing, and it was rapidly being eroded.

But thanks to the thickness of his True Qi and the precision of his application, Jing Ziwang was at least able to isolate it from his flesh and blood, temporarily "feeding" it with True Qi.

Under the brief contact, Jing Ziwang already understood that if he wanted to completely expel this substance that turned people into demon ghosts, he had to go through at least half an hour of careful separation, and the Qiongqi in the sky clearly would not give him that time.

And if he allowed this substance to parasitize within his body, his own strength would be rapidly weakened until he had no ability to resist.

Only by actively attacking could he end the battle quickly.

But the opponent was strolling in the sky, already standing in an invincible position.

The scene cooled down for a moment; Jing Ziwang looked up with an expressionless face, not knowing what he was thinking.

He only had half a quarter of an hour.

And on the other side, as the Qiongqi flew into the sky, the direction of the light cocoon in Seeing Pei Ye's abdomen also changed accordingly; he finally fully confirmed the location of that seed—it was right within that tiger body.

He immediately called out to the little dragon in his abdomen, and soon that highly recognizable, calm voice sounded: "What is it?"

"I found that seed." Seeing Pei Ye looked at the Qiongqi in the sky; being far away, this demon beast seemed to have lost some of its oppressive feeling.

Yet he heard the Black Dragon say: "So it's here."

"What?"

"Leave, leave immediately." The Black Dragon said in a flat voice, "Forget about the seed; life is important."

"... Is this Qiongqi that formidable?" In Seeing Pei Ye's view, Jing Ziwang had already occupied the upper hand in the exchange just now, and it was just that he couldn't reach it now.

"This is the great enemy I must form a contract with you to deal with." The Black Dragon said.

"What?!" Seeing Pei Ye lowered his head abruptly, as if wanting to look the little dragon in his abdomen in the eye.

In his view, the mysterious, miraculous Black Dragon that could enter dreams was something a level higher than Jing Ziwang; how could it be made so wretched by this Qiongqi?

"It is growing stronger every day at an incredible speed." The Black Dragon explained, "Either it is a stronger body, or more abundant Spiritual Qi, or one eerie ability after another; this is definitely not the normal growth speed of an Immortal Hunt."

"A few days ago, it suddenly mastered an ability to drive its own flesh and blood at will; it cut off its own wings, turning them into another self, not knowing where it went. The main body that remained here to fight me was much weaker, and at the same time, you and I formed a contract, and with the ebb and flow, I said the situation had improved a bit."

"Now it seems this clone went to your side to hunt." The Black Dragon said, "Leave quickly; that man has become the prey it has set its sights on, and he will definitely die."

Seeing Pei Ye hesitated: "Since it is only a pair of wings here, why don't we try to kill it—"

"Impossible." The Black Dragon interrupted, its tone calm and certain, "Believe me, leave immediately."

Seeing Pei Ye was still hesitating; he was not greedy for that dantian seed, but he was unwilling to abandon Jing Ziwang when the battle was deadlocked; perhaps at a critical moment, his own tiny bit of power could change the battle.

"Seeing Pei Ye." The Black Dragon's tone suddenly turned cold.

"What?" Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment.

"We have a contract of shared life and death."

"..."

Seeing Pei Ye understood what the Black Dragon meant; their fates were tied together; while he bore the risk of the Black Dragon's defeat, the Black Dragon also bore the risk of his death.

"Our deal is 'I help you, then you help me'; I saved your life from the Immortal Lord's spirit-calling, and now it is time for me to collect my reward." The Black Dragon said coldly, "Your life no longer belongs only to yourself."

Seeing Pei Ye looked at the ground in silence, just about to nod, when the wind in the sky suddenly tightened, and the Qiongqi actually lunged straight down.

It turned out that Jing Ziwang had sat down cross-legged on the spot, holding a strange bead emitting red light, and began to deal with the erosion in his arm.

This scene was quite familiar to Seeing Pei Ye; it was the same line of thinking as when he forced Wu Zai Gu to draw his sword in the wine cellar and then turned to kill him. However, what was Jing Ziwang's killing move? Wu Zai Gu had seen through his intentions at the time; would this Qiongqi fall for it now?

"Leave quickly." The Black Dragon in his abdomen urged again.

Yet he saw that although the Qiongqi's falling momentum was fierce, when it was about to reach him, its momentum paused, leaving seven or eight parts of its strength in its body; it was clearly intended to probe and harass.

And Jing Ziwang drifted backward, arriving near Seeing Pei Ye.

Only then did Seeing Pei Ye see the scales on his hand, and his heart sank.

Jing Ziwang's expression did not change; he still held the bead in his hand, as if he had long expected that the Qiongqi would not sacrifice itself to attack, and he had not interrupted his process of driving out the poison.

The Qiongqi licked its claws, its golden eyes fierce, and the wind became violent.

Several feet in the air, as if a cloak had been shaken open, the dark blue-near-black frost and the dazzling white fire intertwined; the Qiongqi was like a cold moon embraced by the sun, lunging over.

This time it actually held nothing back, erupting with its full strength without any warning.

This move exceeded Jing Ziwang's expectations again; he held the red bead, with two or three steps of maneuvering still brewing in his heart, and he was not prepared to fight for his life directly.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired; the power of Bixie condensed in his right arm again. Without any glorious sound, only invisible pressure and silent eruption, Jing Ziwang pushed out his arm, meeting the Qiongqi.

The outcome was decided instantly.

Like a cat meeting a ragdoll, Jing Ziwang, unprepared and with his True Qi hindered, was bitten on the shoulder and neck; the sound of breaking bones was clearly audible, and a large amount of blood exploded.

Jing Ziwang gritted his teeth, looking at the pair of golden pupils close at hand, and silently handed out the bead in his left hand.

In an instant, a huge red lotus bloomed in the village.

Thousands of sharp ribbons cut and pierced through that massive tiger body; in an instant, it was as if a rain of blood had fallen from the sky—the scene was too bloody to look at.

The magic tool 【Red Gauze】 refined by the Long Jun Dongting practitioner looked gentle and harmless on the outside, but it had always been a deadly killing weapon and did not possess functions like healing or separation.

Jing Ziwang relied on a simple misdirection to complete his first effective attack.

At the same time, his right arm actually rapidly grew scales and bone spurs; he had removed all suppression—no, he had not been suppressing it before, but guiding it!

He had deliberately scattered this deadly substance throughout his entire arm, only seeking to complete the mutation the moment he removed the safety.

If an ordinary person could rely on this mutation to rival a martial artist of the second, third, or even fourth life of the meridian tree, then what kind of power could a Master erupt with when actively feeding all his True Qi and the flesh and blood of his entire arm to it? ===== CHAPTER 36 =====