Chapter 362

Chen Xiyuan could sense that little brother had always been earnestly teaching her things.

And it was teaching deeper and deeper, teaching more and more high-end.

He not only saved her twice in this wave, but in the next wave, she could also rely on these to survive and live better.

Regarding this, she was very grateful.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't have these emotions. The reason he did this was mainly because Chen Xiyuan's tuition was truly too much.

The cutting of the white flame was very smooth.

From Chen Xiyuan's perspective, it was clearly a complex problem involving the soul level, yet it was handled by little brother as if he were holding a sharp kitchen knife, cutting a hairtail fish.

Occurring simultaneously with the soul separation was the gradual separation of Ming Qiushui and the blood python's physical body in reality.

Finally, accompanied by a sound:

"Snap!"

Ming Qiushui and the blood python were completely detached.

The blood python had no head, yet it remained active.

But because Chen Xiyuan stepped on the snake body, it could only make futile and ridiculous twitches.

Ming Qiushui's waist and below were gone, the wound looking like beef jerky that had been forcefully broken into two sections.

She was very calm, her eyes filled with gray defeat.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at Ming Qiushui's face and said to Chen Xiyuan:

"Remember this expression; it generally only appears at the beginning of being shocked in heart and spirit. But if the time is maintained too long, like she is now, it means she hasn't given up, thinking about waiting for an opportunity to bite you again."

On the kitchen cutting board, the snake heads that had been chopped off were often very quiet, but if one were truly careless enough to use their hands to rake them into the trash can, they would give you a "surprise."

Chen Xiyuan nodded vigorously.

The gray defeat in Ming Qiushui's eyes transformed into a trace of resentment in an instant.

After detaching from the snake body, she was certainly injured to the point where she couldn't be more injured, but she was finally able to use her own means.

A point of light appeared between her eyebrows, and soul power rippled rapidly, attempting to wrap around the youth.

Chen Xiyuan wanted to take action to block it; the emerald flute had already been raised, and her fingertips were placed at the flute's mouth, needing only a slight rub for the melody to pour out.

This flute, of course, couldn't only be used as a stick to beat people, but Chen Xiyuan's domain was truly too aggressive, and simply using it as a stick was simpler and more efficient.

The youth raised his left hand, signaling Chen Xiyuan not to block.

He really wanted to experience Ming Qiushui's desperate struggle.

The more fiercely she struggled, the more secrets of the Ming family he could discern through her.

Ming Qiushui herself hadn't expected that everything would progress so smoothly; she had actually really pulled the youth into her mental consciousness.

Here was a stretch of white clouds drifting, Ming Qiushui's figure standing intact above the clouds, with a green mountain behind her, buildings surrounding the mountain, resembling a fairyland.

Li Zhuiyuan guessed that it should be the Ming family's ancestral home.

"Falling into your hands is because my luck is poor, not because I lost to you.

Boy, today I will teach you that some opportunities, you can get your hands on, but you might not necessarily be able to digest them."

After finishing, Ming Qiushui began to form seals.

The Long Wang Ming focused on cultivating the soul, which was also the confidence Ming Qiushui still felt she could bite back with now.

For a moment, the white clouds all around drifted faster, the cries of the cranes were incessant, the Cui Mountain behind emitted solemn bell tolls, and a massive pressure bore down upon Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan saw through her intention; she wanted to borrow the might of the Long Wang's gate to leave a seed of fear in his heart, severing his path on the river.

Because as long as there was fear in the heart, it would be very difficult to walk this river to the end.

Zhao Yi had suffered the most "harm" from him in this regard.

He relied on comprehending the state of mind of his ancestors to be able to continue remaining on the river.

As for Chen Xiyuan... she had already said with her own mouth that if she encountered a wave that must put her in an opposing position to him, she would not hesitate to light the lamp a second time and admit defeat.

Therefore, as long as Li Zhuiyuan was still alive, it was actually equivalent to cutting off the possibility of them continuing to compete for the Long Wang position.

But they were them; he could become a stumbling block for others, but he didn't hope that a stumbling block would be set up in front of him either.

Of course, she, Ming Qiushui, was not qualified to set up a stumbling block for him either.

Wanting to force him to feel fear just by relying on the pressure of the Long Wang's gate was simply naive.

If he were born in the wilderness and his temperament wasn't tough enough, he might have fallen for her trick, but the problem was that he didn't have either.

Li Zhuiyuan just stood there, letting the mental pressure led by Ming Qiushui wash over him like waves.

The youth was like a rock by the sea, standing firm.

Ming Qiushui realized something and said in astonishment: "Whose child are you exactly?"

Those with powerful temperaments could indeed resist this pressure, but the youth was truly too calm, which meant that the youth might not be relying on temperament to hold on.

It was more likely that he was... accustomed to this kind of pressure.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't answer. If Ming Qiushui only had this little means, then he would truly be dissatisfied; it was a bit of a waste of his time.

The youth decided to break this move first, then see if she had any new tricks.

Pressing people with power; it wasn't that he didn't know how.

Li Zhuiyuan took a step forward; the Liu family's offering table stood on the youth's right side.

Ming Qiushui: "Long Wang Liu? You are a person of the Liu family, that dead old... Liu Yumei."

The Qin family's offering table appeared directly above Ming Qiushui's head. Although the spirit tablets on it were decayed and cracked, they still emitted an ancient and solemn aura, pressing straight down!

Ming Qiushui's figure distorted for a moment, and she had to retreat.

Unlike reality, in mental-level confrontations, one had to yield not an inch; whoever retreated first lost the momentum.

When the Qin family's offering table appeared, Ming Qiushui's heart was already panicked.

"Two family inheritances..." Although already terrified, she still screamed and laughed while bracing herself, "Hahahaha, the Qin and Liu families, they really have no spirits, no spirits, haha!"

Li Zhuiyuan continued to advance, pressing toward Ming Qiushui.

A heroic figure wearing a blue robe appeared in front of the youth; the figure leaped up and smashed out a punch.

Ming Qiushui: "Which Long Wang spirit is this..."

"Boom!"

Ming Qiushui was smashed away heavily.

She had long since lost this mental matchup; now it was nothing more than a final struggle, and Li Zhuiyuan was also willing to satisfy her wish.

Since you laugh at those without spirits, then I will let you see those with spirits.

I can even let you see those who are still alive now!

The youth raised his foot and landed heavily.

"Hum!"

A ghost gate stood in front of Ming Qiushui. Accompanied by the opening of the ghost gate, the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling raged.

An aged hand reached out from within the ghost gate, grabbing toward Ming Qiushui.

Ming Qiushui retreated rapidly and then dodged, only to discover that this hand wasn't grabbing toward her, but toward the green mountain behind her.

The big hand gripped in the void, and the green mountain began to decay, the grass and trees withered and yellowed, and the original white clouds also turned into black energy.

Ming Qiushui: "No, how is this possible!"

She could accept her thorough defeat in this mental confrontation, but that was her own reason; what did it have to do with the Ming family?

She didn't believe that the result of the game here would have any impact on the Ming family ancestral home, so the change in the scene before her eyes could only explain one thing:

Something had happened to the Ming family ancestral home.

The might of the Long Wang's gate that should have protected the family descendants and given them strength and confidence not only couldn't become an aid at this moment, but instead became a burden.

At the very least, it meant that at the moment, because of the relationship with Long Wang Ming, the luck would instead be suppressed very low.

Ming Qiushui: "My Ming family, what exactly happened, what exactly happened!"

For a big family that valued inheritance, this kind of change was simply a natural disaster. It would affect every aspect of the family until it decayed and fell.

Li Zhuiyuan, through gradual oppression, really let himself see useful information.

Something had indeed happened to Long Wang Ming.

Comparing it this way, that big commotion at the Yu family ancestral hall earlier should be the old dog making a move on Ming Yuwan.

Although, before Yu Dibei worshipped Ming Yuwan as Long Wang, the youth had predicted this result in advance, but he hadn't expected that all of this would happen so quickly.

No, if it was just to whitewash the old dog... it was indeed too fast.

It should have waited until this wave passed, at least near the end, when everything settled, before tearing off this mask.

"Looking at it this way, that old dog doesn't seem to be doing it to whitewash itself."

"Ah ah ah!"

Ming Qiushui collapsed; she knelt on the ground.

First, the failure to absorb the blood python, then being taken advantage of by the youth while struggling with the blood python, then the complete defeat in the mental consciousness confrontation, and finally, the perception of the change in the Ming family...

Under blow after blow, Ming Qiushui's mental defense was finally completely broken.

White clouds and black clouds, green mountains and withered mountains, had all disappeared at this time. Li Zhuiyuan also dissipated everything he had hallucinated in his mind.

Here, it was pitch black, with only himself standing in place and Ming Qiushui kneeling there.

Yet, this illusion hadn't dissipated.

But Ming Qiushui's condition at this time wasn't fake.

This meant that within Ming Qiushui's body, there was another force that was replacing her and maintaining the pattern here.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that he was about to come into contact with the true core secret of the Ming family.

Cultivating the main technique, letting the soul proliferate, and not hesitating to use the soul-burning secret technique to fuse and break it, yet not terminating this inheritance—that must mean the benefits far outweighed the side effects.

The youth suddenly turned his head. Unknown when, another figure appeared behind him, looking exactly like Ming Qiushui, but with an indifferent expression.

She pointed her fingertip at the youth and said coldly:

"Today planting the cause, another day bearing the fruit; the living soul does not cease, the spirit thoughts fluctuate; I am the cause, I am the one, I am the infinite..."

The cold-faced Ming Qiushui's figure transformed into countless in an instant. They collectively chanted a certain scripture, their fingertips all pointing at the youth.

The true Ming Qiushui had already failed, but another Ming Qiushui had unleashed a true killing move.

Li Zhuiyuan admitted that he had indeed underestimated the Ming family.

This desperate struggle had truly fought to a super-standard level.

If the one who was "arrogant" today wasn't himself, but Chen Xiyuan, she would inevitably have paid a huge price for this.

It seemed that after he woke up and opened his eyes, he would have to teach Chen Xiyuan again: next time she encountered an opponent, if she could smash them to death early, smash them to death early; don't try to use too much brain.

As for himself, Li Zhuiyuan began to silently recite the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" in his heart, using the Buddhist method to first stabilize his own heart and spirit, so as to resist the opponent's mental offensive.

At the same time, the youth still had some doubts and familiarity in his heart.

This way of switching and coexisting was truly familiar.

The densely packed cold-faced Ming Qiushui wrapped the youth tightly,

Shouting in unison:

"Today I am the firewood, burning your soul, disrupting your Dao state, shaping your heart demon!"

In a distant corner, first, Ming Qiushui, who was still in a state of collapse, began to burn.

Next, all the Ming Qiushui around him began to burn.

The vigorous mental power surged in madly, attempting to pierce through Li Zhuiyuan's Buddhist defense and harass Li Zhuiyuan's mental consciousness.

But facing such a terrifying move, Li Zhuiyuan not only didn't seek other methods, but didn't even continue to reinforce this Buddhist means, instead actively unloading all defenses.

Listen, what were she and they just saying?

They wanted to burn their own souls to help him shape and strengthen his heart demon.

Li Zhuiyuan himself... was the heart demon!

Where was this still an enemy facing life and death? This was an elder in the family; even an elder would find it hard to be so devoted to you, sacrificing themselves just for you to take a step further.

What was there to resist?

One couldn't waste it, not even a little bit. These means of nourishing the heart demon absolutely could not be wasted in a stalemate; they must be completely absorbed by himself.

The youth sensed that waves of intense mental power were all surging madly into his body.

Splitting, fostering, provoking, alienating, instilling, supporting...

Even Li Zhuiyuan had to marvel at the level of Ming Qiushui's execution of this technique with her cold face.

In terms of pure technique and means, the true Ming Qiushui's previous attempt to use the might of the Long Wang's gate to suppress him was simply a showy display.

This Ming Qiushui in the cold-faced state could be considered to have unleashed the level that a Long Wang family elder should have.

And this was still under the premise that Ming Qiushui had already been severely injured in reality, and the space for her to act was already extremely limited, yet she could still produce a thunderclap on flat ground.

Being even more black-bellied, the true Ming Qiushui's previous performance was all paving the way for the cold-faced Ming Qiushui, just so this move could come even more unexpectedly.

It was truly similar...

Similar to the relationship between himself and his original body.

This Ming family was actually taking this route.

But there was still a difference, and a huge difference at that.

Their primary and secondary roles were very clear; the cold-faced Ming Qiushui was more like an "implement" truly "refined" by Ming Qiushui.

And the Ming family's main technique was the process of constantly letting the soul proliferate, and then using secret techniques to fuse and break it off to feed this "implement."

The Ming family's cultivation method was essentially refining implements, but this implement wasn't a physical object, but hidden within one's own body.

Therefore, the Ming family didn't need to worry about the problem of backlash at all. The probability of an implement backlashing against its master wasn't zero, but it was very low, low to the point of being negligible.

What the Ming family had to worry about was that this kind of operation, the higher the realm, the higher the difficulty of operation. Sometimes it truly required a certain degree of luck support. If the luck wasn't enough, it might very well lead to both the person and the implement being finished.

So, if Long Wang Chen ate talent, then Long Wang Ming ate luck!

Once this family's luck declined, it was simply a devastating blow, falling into a vicious cycle where the more they wanted to develop and strive, the more they would decay.

Li Zhuiyuan and his original body were originally the two sides of "one."

There was no such thing as who supported whom, nor was there a master-servant relationship; it was more like one person's choice of different paths, and both had walked the path they chose.

The reason they didn't fight to the death was purely because they were both too calm in their bones, calm to the point of tacitly skipping the internal strife and slaughter.

However, this kind of "relationship" in the Ming family truly made Li Zhuiyuan envious.

If he could treat his "original body" as an implement, take it out to use when needed, and throw it into his body when not needed, with a master-servant relationship established, what a wonderful situation that would be.

The cold-faced Ming Qiushui was indeed calmer and sharper than the true Ming Qiushui; she discovered the problem.

"Why..."

Why had she already used such a vicious move, yet there was no reaction from the other side?

Those whose temperament was as firm as a mountain could indeed achieve self-slaughter of the heart demon to polish their state of mind, but you at least have to slaughter it, right?

Why did she sacrifice such a huge price, yet not see a single result?

A bold and absurd guess arose in the cold-faced Ming Qiushui's mind.

"You... are a heart demon?"

Li Zhuiyuan didn't respond.

He hoped to continue.

Originally, the youth planned to strip Ming Qiushui's soul clean and throw it into the wordless book for the "Evil Book" to torture and interrogate.

Now it seemed there was no need for that. If it could be directly converted into nutrients to nourish his mental consciousness, why take a curved path?

The cold-faced Ming Qiushui's figure began to decrease rapidly. She was clear that she couldn't continue; it would very likely let him take crazy advantage.

Li Zhuiyuan sensed her intention. He was absorbing and enjoying it so well; how could he allow her to stop now?

"Want to start, you start; want to stop, you can stop?"

In reality, Chen Xiyuan saw the youth with his eyes closed, his fingertips releasing an even more massive white flame, directly wrapping around Ming Qiushui.

In mental consciousness, two ghost pillars floated behind the youth, and rusty chains lashed out, trapping the figures of the cold-faced Ming Qiushui, making it impossible for them to disappear.

On one side, accelerating Ming Qiushui's burning sacrifice, and on the other, controlling the input so it wouldn't close.

Li Zhuiyuan was using very brutal means to forcibly squeeze out Ming Qiushui's last bit of value.

Finally, the reality of Ming Qiushui's remains began to rot while expanding.

In mental consciousness, the cold-faced Ming Qiushui collectively faded. At the last moment, she issued such a doubt:

"Your inheritance and the Ming family inheritance, have..."

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

In mental consciousness, the true Ming Qiushui turned into nothingness, and the cold-faced Ming Qiushui collectively exploded.

In reality, Li Zhuiyuan slowly opened his eyes.

Yes, I also discovered that my illness and your Ming family's inheritance definitely have a relationship.

Chen Xiyuan discovered that little brother's state not only fully recovered from the consumption of saving the Yu family members earlier, but the sharpness that had just flashed by in his eyes showed he had even progressed a step further.

Looking again at Ming Qiushui, who had turned into pus and exploded everywhere, Chen Xiyuan subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Little brother was truly scared of being poor; others only knocked bones and sucked marrow, but he had to suck even the residual soul.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at the position where Ming Qiushui exploded and said:

"Remember, my behavior just now is a negative example; don't learn from me being confident and taking risks."

Chen Xiyuan: "I will not hesitate to smash her to pieces the first time."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hmm, if you want to talk, wait until the enemy is dead before talking to the enemy slowly."

Chen Xiyuan: "I have remembered it."

Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and felt the sense of mental fullness he had now.

As expected of a centipede that dies but doesn't stiffen; Ming Qiushui, under severe injury, could actually inject so much energy into him, and even helped broaden his energy reservoir.

One must know that mental consciousness polished to his level was already very difficult to improve further.

The Ming family members were truly treasures.