Chapter 57: Desperate Situation

Seeing Pei Ye rolled his eyes, lay back, raised a hand, and with a thought, frost flowers condensed out of thin air.

A few days ago, Seeing Pei Ye could never have imagined that he would possess this legendary ability. Frost and fire followed his heart, Dragon Blood was abundant, and even the Mystic Qi outside his body followed his mobilization through the small sprout in his abdomen.

But beneath this strength was himself, who would shatter at a touch—Seeing Pei Ye clearly realized that this power did not come from himself, nor could it be controlled by him. He was just lucky enough to carry it and was able to pick up some of the residue it leaked.

And just the weight of this power itself would crush his fragile self.

The feeling of being strong was of course very good, but it was too floaty. Seeing Pei Ye still preferred the strength he had cultivated step by step, solidly—even if it were weak, it would be completely his own.

What he wanted was just a Dantian Seed—no matter how defective, as long as it belonged to him—rather than a fully formed meridian tree.

Either find the "Salary Record" to see if it could be controlled, or ask the Immortal Platform to help him strip this thing away.

Seeing Pei Ye felt the two-life sprout in his abdomen. This unheard-of growth speed made his heart feel like it was pressed by iron.

It had only been a little over half an hour since it sprouted, and it had only swallowed two black-robed people in between, with the rest relying entirely on absorbing Mystic Qi from heaven and earth to grow.

Although the difficulty of branching increased as it went on, its rate of absorbing Mystic Qi was also increasing synchronously.

A realm that cultivators could only reach after ten or several decades of hard work might only take it a day and a night.

This speed that completely shattered common sense was simply terrifying. He had thought wrong; it wasn't a "more powerful and peculiar Dantian Seed" like a protagonist's encounter in a storybook, it was a monster expanding at high speed.

If it kept this speed, it should be at the Fifth or Sixth Life when Ming Qitian arrived. At that time, he could see if she had any way.

Seeing Pei Ye sent out the small sword talisman again, notifying Ming Qitian of his current location and movements.

But if there were any more ingestion, it would be hard to say.

Seeing Pei Ye felt the branches waiting for an opportunity like snakes, thinking heavily.

He at least had to control this point, stay away from corpses. As long as he didn't kill anyone, it couldn't hunt on its own after all.

Seeing Pei Ye sat up, thinking deeply. The dragon body beneath him came into view, and he suddenly felt a craving.

This thought made his heart jump with fear, and he hurriedly shook his head.

Suddenly the black dragon said: "There is someone below."

"What?"

"You know them."

Xing Zhi hadn't smiled since entering the mountains.

Her boots and pants were stained with grass color and dust, and her face had dimmed by several shades. The composure and gentleness in the county office had been worn away, replaced by cold, hard brows and eyes like lightning.

Zhu Gaoyang—the status of this name in her heart was known only to herself, but the status of this name in Long Jun Dongting was known to everyone.

Regardless of public or private matters, she would absolutely not tolerate any problems appearing with him.

However, more than a day of no news, more than a day of non-stop searching, and various clues had caused unease to completely seize her mind.

He had gone deep inside, but never came out.

Under this discovery, resentment toward him surged up again—with him holding 【Spirit Illumination Illuminating the World, Floating Dust Without Restraint】, even if he encountered an unimagined perilous situation, if he wanted to leave, how could he not be able to?

He must have been trying to be a hero again, meddling in matters related or unrelated to him, thinking he could put himself in danger, thinking he could always turn the tide and survive a desperate situation.

If she saw him this time, no matter how badly injured he was, she could no longer be soft-hearted. She must scold him until he was covered in blood, report all the matters she had helped him hide to the Senior Uncle, and let him suffer a severe punishment!

She only hoped there would still be such an opportunity.

And starting two hours ago, she joyfully discovered that such hope didn't seem completely slim.

Because they had encountered a strong enemy.

Candle World Sect members at the Seventh or Eighth Life realm, a full five of them, were searching outside the mountains and collided head-on with them as they were searching inward.

What were they searching for?

The Zhu Zhang Shixiong who had escaped?

It was precisely holding onto this belief that Xing Zhi led this small squad to tragically kill them one by one.

However, this was just the beginning. More black-robed people gathered, although scattered, none were easy to deal with.

Fighting until now, this elite squad only had four soldiers left, Shang Lang had nearly ten injuries, and her own use of spiritual power was becoming increasingly difficult.

And five more owl-like black robes stood in front.

Zhu Zhang Shixiong might have escaped, but she might not be able to see him.

Shang Lang stood in front, holding a spear in one hand and a halberd in the other. Xing Zhi knew that he was also at the end of his rope, but she absolutely couldn't show fatigue. As long as she swayed, these people would immediately rush up and tear them to pieces.

But in fact, the result of holding on was the same. The black-robed people would soon see that they no longer had the strength to launch an attack.

Sure enough, a black robe flew sideways toward Shang Lang first. Cold light flashed in the rolling robe. Shang Lang opened his eyes, which were crusted with blood, and looked sideways like lightning, wielding his halberd to meet him.

Shang Lang was from a family of generals and served in the Longwu Army. All his skills were in battle formations, but when facing this kind of fine blade and sharp sword in extremely narrow combat, his ferocity often had nowhere to stretch, appearing quite uncomfortable.

Even so, under the coordination of the military formation and arts, Shang Lang was the one who had killed the most enemies among them. He was originally a figure already impacting the Fowl List, and this battle also demonstrated sufficient suppression.

Afterward, three people followed a hair's breadth behind, jointly besieging this fierce general who was about to sway and fall.

Shang Lang showed no fear, ignored the three, and rushed toward the first person without hesitation.

This was a principle he had been familiar with since he was a child hitting wooden figures with a wooden stick.

On the battlefield, one must not be dazzled or confused. One must not want both; the trade-off must be decisive enough so that comrades could see more clearly and decide faster which side to cover for you.

Xing Zhi's art indeed arrived in time, and several soldiers also fought hard to meet them, but the enemy in front of her changed his fierce killing intent, instead switching blade momentum to entangle her, while another killed from behind, not giving her a chance to turn around.

At the same time, three whistling sounds flashed past her side. Shang Lang felt a shock in his heart and shouted out loud: "Sister Xing Zhi!"

The enemy's target was clearly first the sorcerer hiding in the back. Now that Shang Lang was in a weakened state and the number of soldiers had plummeted, gaps had appeared in the protection around her, and only then did Xing Zhi realize with a start that she had fallen into a position where she could be executed.

She did indeed have means to prevent close combat in her hand, but now the speed of casting was also sluggish, and the two arts just now had been given to Shang Lang.

A daze was already the arrival of a cold blade. Xing Zhi hadn't expected that the arrival of death would be so abrupt. It was perhaps the most important thing in a person's life, but not everyone had the time to organize their emotions and face it solemnly. ===== CHAPTER 58 =====