Chapter 58: Reunion

Like an owl catching a mouse, the black robe crashed over fiercely. Sister Xing Zhi drew the green jade short sword from her waist.

Because she often worked with Zhu Zhang Shixiong, she hadn't had a chance to draw it for a long time, to the point that she had almost forgotten that art practitioners didn't just do safe work like searching for paths, but also had to be ready to face battles where blood splashed on their bodies at any time.

But she definitely couldn't resist such a blade.

Sister Xing Zhi gritted her teeth and swung her last sword, her heart trembling with the instinctive palpitation of facing death.

A crisp shattering sound.

As if glazed glass had fallen to the ground or jade had struck thin ice, the blade tip touched her arm and suddenly shattered, the scattered white crystals shimmering with bright light under the moon.

Afterward, everything behind was just like that.

She felt as if she had become a piece of incomparably hard metal. The opponent flew over, just like a wave crashing into a giant rock. From the blade tip to the blade body, then to the hilt, and then to the hand, arm, and shoulder, and then the entire body, as if carved from thin crystal, shattered inch by inch against her body.

Amidst the splashing crystal fragments, that familiar white-clad figure fell straight down from the sky. Behind him, under the high forest and waning moon, the majestic and beautiful divine beast head followed closely.

Frost and fire filled this space. The familiar sword drew a perfect arc, and the sword edge touched and withdrew; the black-robed head had already fallen to the ground.

She had never seen this astonishing sword technique, which was different from Long Jun Dongting, but at this moment, indescribable joy had filled her brain. Thinking temporarily gave way, and the resentment of the whole journey was thrown behind her.

She was just about to shout in surprise, but the white-clad figure turned around, revealing a familiar face that made her freeze on the spot.

Like a long dragon body carved from black jade, it lay coiled on trees and rocks. Its tail swept away the corpses, and its dragon head hung down quietly and lazily, looking down. In front of it, Seeing Pei Ye returned his sword to its scabbard and frowned: "Brother Shang, Officer Xing, are you okay?"

"Why are you wearing Zhu Zhang Shixiong's clothes? Where is he?" Sister Xing Zhi walked up quickly and gripped Seeing Pei Ye's arm. Seeing Pei Ye lowered his head. This slender hand, which was white-knuckled from unconscious force, was trembling slightly.

"Zhu Zhang Shixiong... he unfortunately passed away... Officer Xing, please restrain your grief." Seeing Pei Ye said in a low voice.

The hand gripping his forearm suddenly loosened. Sister Xing Zhi's eyes were stagnant and her lips white. She moved her gaze unconsciously, then put it back on Seeing Pei Ye's face, opened her mouth, but didn't say a word.

Shang Lang supported her in time, turned his head, looked at Seeing Pei Ye's frost-covered and fire-bathed hand, glanced at the sword, and finally looked up at the black dragon: "Brother Pei, what, what is going on?"

This youth, who had been viewed as a burden just a day ago, had killed his way here in such a posture after only a short day, which really overturned his cognition.

He even wanted to reach out toward this face to see if it was Zhu Brother teasing them with a disguise again.

But if it were truly Zhu Brother, clearing these black-robed people wouldn't have taken such a "long" time.

Seeing Pei Ye was silent for a moment, took out the jade pendant and handed it to him: "We'll talk later. This is Zhu Zhang Shixiong's relic. Keep it safe and change direction to leave. Someone is chasing me behind."

Sister Xing Zhi suddenly grabbed his arm: "Why did he die?"

Seeing Pei Ye had to briefly explain: "The Candle World Sect is plotting to hatch a terrifying Dantian Seed. Zhu Zhang Shixiong and I brought it out, and he died to intercept the pursuers."

"Is that thing on you now?"

'We can ride the black dragon, leave first and then talk.' Seeing Pei Ye thought, but this thought disappeared in a flash.

"It's in my stomach." He answered.

"What is your plan now?"

"Either find the 'Salary Record' to control it, or wait for the Immortal Platform to handle it."

"'Salary Record'?" Sister Xing Zhi asked back.

"A method Zhu Zhang Shixiong told me—"

"I know." Sister Xing Zhi interrupted, "This method won't work. It cannot control a Dantian Seed."

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment: "You know?"

"He... was leaning toward outsiders, getting news from the Immortal Platform, but I got it from Long Jun Dongting. Six hundred years ago, a predecessor of Long Jun Dongting practiced the 'Salary Record,' and some fragments still exist today." Sister Xing Zhi said with a pale face in a flat voice.

"This strange classic is not a method to control a Dantian Seed more cleverly, but a divine art that generates a Dantian Seed." Sister Xing Zhi said, "Anciently called the 'Dantian Seed Immortal Method,' but what this 'Immortal' character means is unknown."

"That predecessor also gave it a nickname, 'Cicada Book,' because it takes more than ten years to gestate a seed, and finally it amazes the world—simply put, this is a strange skill that allows people who have lost their Dantian Seed for various reasons to find a way out of a desperate situation."

Seeing Pei Ye listened in a daze.

"It is very suitable for you, but not suitable for now." This woman finally concluded.

"Then this thing can only wait for the Immortal Platform to solve it?"

Sister Xing Zhi reached out toward his abdomen: "Can I take a look?"

Seeing Pei Ye nodded.

Gentle spiritual power seeped in, but this time, as soon as it touched the sprout, Sister Xing Zhi pulled back as if electrocuted, exclaiming: "It... is a living thing?"

Seeing Pei Ye frowned: "Of course... it will swallow corpses. Didn't the 'Dragon Tongue' do the same before—"

"No!" Sister Xing Zhi interrupted, "I mean... does it... have its own consciousness?"

"Of course not—" Seeing Pei Ye suddenly stopped and froze on the spot.

There was no evidence to show that it didn't.

He had just relied on conventional thinking, believing it to be a "weapon" or "tool" that the Candle World Sect had painstakingly created. It certainly had some "living" characteristics, but in the end, it still needed human control. He couldn't control it only because he hadn't mastered the correct method.

After all, Dantian Seeds and meridian trees were just like that. They were just a part of the human body. Even if they were bizarre, he had never heard of them being able to develop intelligence.

"I... don't know." This guess also made Seeing Pei Ye feel a chill. He was about to continue asking, but a sudden gale rose in the forest.

Amidst the gale, a massive evil shadow rushed through the forest. With such a massive body, it moved like a ghost, arriving in the blink of an eye, while the soldiers only a few steps away from it were completely unaware.

Qiongqi, it had finally found them.

The black dragon reacted the fastest, leaping up. Its long body swept past and met this old enemy.

From the Qiongqi side, a kind of "solidification" spread out; from the black dragon side, ghostly blue flame flowers grew like stars.

Tiger Frost and Dragon Fire—this was the confrontation they had engaged in countless times.

Now that the Qiongqi had lost that seed, just as the black dragon had said, it was no longer that terrifying.

The advantage appeared from the beginning. The frost melted rapidly under the high temperature, and the ghostly blue flame flowers drifted around the black jade dragon body, crashing into the Qiongqi's body like a whistling wind.

This time, it no longer had the ability to turn flesh and blood into water.

Trees fell and stones cracked, Mystic Qi surged. Using innate arts, using sharp claws and teeth, the black dragon now completely suppressed this Demonic Calamity.

But this was not the end, because the Qiongqi had not come alone.

Two purple-robed figures appeared simultaneously, pouncing toward the black dragon entangled by the Qiongqi.

Seeing Pei Ye's hair stood on end—Zhu Gaoyang wasn't supposed to have intercepted them? How could these two be so fast? ===== CHAPTER 59 =====