The child was extremely frightened, his spirit was unstable. The small bundle of consciousness nestled in his arms, about to disperse, his little hand tightly grasping his sleeve.
Why is he so scared?
Chu Jun gave some spiritual power to the child in his arms, but the child was too terrified to receive it, still crying heartbreakingly.
The previous two times, as long as he transferred spiritual power, the child would calm down. Now that the spiritual power could not be transferred, he could only awkwardly pat the child’s back, his clear and cool voice unusually gentle, “Don’t be afraid.”
Perhaps he heard his voice, the child who was crying in his arms gradually stopped crying, opened his eyes, full of tears, looking at him with fear and grievance, constantly sobbing, with both little hands clutching his soft sleeves.
Occasionally, he would hiccup.
Seeing that he finally stopped crying so heartbreakingly, Chu Jun tentatively transferred some subtle spiritual power to him, “Why are you so scared?”
Ning Xiu was sobbing while looking at him. Although he didn’t understand what he was saying, he knew from his tone that he was comforting himself. The tears that had finally stopped came down again, and he buried his head in his arms with grievance, his small body trembling as he cried, “Wu…wuwu…”
Father…bad…
Father…
The child who was supposed to be comforted cried even harder. Chu Jun could only keep gently patting his back, slowly transferring spiritual power to him, whispering a calming spell.
Holding himself in his warm embrace, being gently comforted by a pleasant voice, Ning Xiu no longer had the strength to cry, he nestled softly in Chu Jun’s arms, his eyes red as he looked at him.
“Ah~” His originally milky voice became somewhat hoarse.
It’s you~
“Ah~” Ning Xiu sniffed and patted his clothes.
Nice to hear~
The sea of consciousness finally calmed down, and a warm breeze rippled.
Ning Xiu was probably tired from crying, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in his arms.
Chu Jun examined this small bundle of consciousness, his cold gaze resting on the child’s heart, where a faint blue light was faintly shining, he lifted the child’s clothes…
“Li Chengfeng, your talisman is too ugly.” Feng Zizhang squatted by the bed watching Ning Buwei draw the talisman, feeling a great shock to his eyes.
Ning Buwei had only drawn half of the talisman when his spiritual power ran out, he reached out to Feng Zizhang, “Again.”
Feng Zizhang transferred all the remaining half of his spiritual power to him, “What kind of talisman are you drawing? One talisman consumes all my spiritual power.”
“Just a common calming talisman.” Ning Buwei made the final stroke on Ning Xiu’s heart, and Feng Zizhang only had a little spiritual power left for him.
Feng Zizhang looked for a long time and couldn’t figure out the trick from this ghost talisman, but he intuitively felt that this talisman should be very powerful. Before he could take a closer look, Ning Buwei wrapped the child up with a swaddle and handed him a round jade-colored small stone.
“What is this?” Feng Zizhang pinched the stone, it was even a bit soft.
“Jade Spirit Pill.” Ning Buwei said without looking back, reaching out to pick up the sleeping Ning Xiu.
“Jade Jade Jade Jade Spirit Pill!” Feng Zizhang suddenly felt the green stone in his hand weigh a thousand pounds, “Li, Fellow Cultivator Li, this is absolutely unacceptable!”
The Jade Spirit Pill was a heavenly top-grade pill that was hard to come by. A million top-grade spirit stones may not be able to buy it. His master Wen Heshen had one, and the sect leader had asked for it many times but had not been able to get it. It was still being treasured by his master.
“This is a thank you gift.” Ning Buwei, holding Ning Xiu, turned his head to look at him, “Thank you for saving my son regardless of the danger.”
Feng Zizhang grinned embarrassingly, “No matter who falls down, I will save them. You don’t have to worry about it. In the end, it was you who saved me…..This Jade Spirit Pill is valuable, I can’t accept it…”
“If I give it to you, just take it.” Ning Buwei frowned impatiently, “Where is all this nonsense coming from?””
Ning Buwei has a bad temper, and when he gets angry, it’s even scarier. Feng Zizhang immediately dared not refuse any longer, carefully putting away the Jade Spirit Pill, “Thank you, Senior Li.”
At this moment, he suddenly changed from Li Chengfeng to Senior Li.
Ning Buwei didn’t bother to deal with his sincere and fearful eyes, holding Ning Xiu, he stood by the window and opened a small crack to look out.
Outside was a dense mass of green vines covering the sky and the earth, expanding their territory like living creatures.
The venerable Du Lu had disappeared, the head of the Four Seasons Hall, Mei Luoxue, took on the great responsibility of the city lord, and joined forces with the Chong Zheng Alliance to search for the scattered cultivators everywhere. Jiang Yizheng returned to the Four Seasons Hall, while Ning Buwei and Feng Zizhang were arranged by Chu Sun in a relatively safe inn. There were also hundreds of cultivators taking refuge inside, making a lot of noise.
Linjiang City had been sealed by the demon vine for seven days.
The cultivators in the city tried every means to get out, but those who were reckless and bold, or who were arrogant because of their cultivation, wanted to go out, but they all turned into nutrients for the towering demon vine.
And what was most terrifying was that once a cultivator used spiritual power inside, they would be entangled, and the spiritual energy in the city would become thinner and thinner. If they don’t find a way to get rid of this demon, this place might just probably become a dead city.
Feng Zizhang sat at the table somewhat dejectedly, and there was another conflict among the cultivators outside, not knowing whether it was a fight or a group fight.
Ning Xiu shivered in Ning Buwei’s arms, not knowing what he had dreamed of, and his little leg even twitched.
Ning Buwei frowned, closed the window tightly, and sat down holding him.
Ning Xiu’s little feet kicked in the swaddle, twisting his body to burrow into his arms. Ning Buwei simply wrapped him in his outer robe. Perhaps the aura on Ning Buwei made him feel at ease, and he finally settled down.
Ning Buwei held him in one hand, and in the other hand, he turned the completely useless fragments of the Suzaku Sword, half-closing his eyes, trying to use the remaining bit of spiritual power to repair his damaged and unformed sea of consciousness.
The shard was sharp, and he played with it carelessly. Accidentally, he cut his finger, and the blood dripped onto Ning Xiu’s swaddle, soaking in. It stained Ning Xiu’s right shoulder, and the scarlet bloodline imprint lit up without a trace.
At this moment, Ning Buwei was still raging at his own chaotic and dry sea of consciousness. He carelessly wiped the blood on his son’s swaddle, but the moment his hand touched it, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The sea of consciousness in front of him was vast and boundless, under his feet was the clear spiritual power rippling with the wind, other than the spiritual power transformed into clear water, it was still clear water. He couldn’t see the end at a glance, and the sky was full of white, making people dizzy.
The entire sea of consciousness space was so clean and boring that it was ridiculous.
Obviously, this was not Ning Buwei’s sea of consciousness.
Usually, when he entered someone else’s sea of consciousness, he usually aimed to annihilate the other party’s soul. He would strike first without saying a word, no matter if the scenery was picturesque or bustling, he would kill first.
For the first time, Ning Buwei entered someone else’s sea of consciousness so peacefully and without any rejection. The space in the other party’s sea of consciousness was extremely wide, and the spiritual power was so abundant that even if he was in his peak state, he would feel envious.
And the owner of the sea of consciousness obviously didn’t notice him.
Ning Buwei, as a demon who stops at nothing, had a heart eager to make trouble.
He had lost all his cultivation now, and what he lacked most was spiritual power. The bit of spiritual power from Feng Zizhang was not enough for him to draw a talisman at will. The vast sea of consciousness in front of him was simply here to serve as food to him.
But the owner of the sea of consciousness obviously had strong power, and it was not guaranteed that it was an old thing practicing in seclusion in some deep mountain and old forest. He didn’t even know how he got in.
To be safe, Ning Buwei tentatively released a small strand of spiritual power. That small strand of spiritual power turned into a palm-sized spoon, scooping up a spoonful of the other party’s spiritual power transformed into clear water.
After waiting quietly for a while, the other party still had no action. Ning Buwei suddenly became bold, absorbed all the spiritual power in the spoon for his own use, and then used the other party’s spiritual power to form a larger spoon, eating the original soup and food, very unscrupulous.
Ning Buwei was here wildly stealing the other party’s vast and boundless spiritual power, and even thought about using it to counter-kill the other party after transformation. However, his meridians were now severely damaged, and if he really fought, he’d definitely be the one who would be annihilated. He could only regretfully give up.
And the owner of the sea of consciousness, who was coveted by Ning Buwei for his spiritual power and even wanted to harm him, was sitting in the center of the sea of consciousness at this time, holding a small bundle of sleeping spiritual consciousness, frowning at the wildly drawn calming talisman on the child’s heart.
If it weren’t for the obvious symbol of this calming talisman, he would even think that this might be some kind of evil technique. The person drawing the talisman was not trying to calm the mind, but to draw demons and ghosts to stir up trouble.
Chu Jun stared at the talisman for a long time, wanting to make some improvements, but he was afraid that if the changes were too neat, the child’s mother would find out. In the end, he simply picked up the swaddle and wrapped the child up, out of sight, out of mind.
Once again shocked by the other party’s wild strokes, Chu Jun calmed down for a moment, his eyes suddenly condensed and he noticed something was wrong. The originally calm sea of consciousness suddenly showed murderous intent.
As the saying goes, seek wealth through risks, Ning Buwei was prepared early on. Seeing the situation was not right, he immediately retreated. But he was a restless one. Before leaving, he wanted to use the other party’s spiritual power to draw a backlash formation in the other party’s sea of consciousness to pit the other party. He feigned a move and wanted to escape.
Who knew that the other party’s speed and strength were terrifying, far beyond his imagination. In less than an instant, the endless spiritual power turned into a huge palm and squeezed him.
Chu Jun was a little puzzled. He not only failed to detect the intruder at the first time, but the other party had no spiritual power on his body. At first glance, his meridians were broken and not in good shape, even worse than ordinary people without cultivation.
A cultivator who has lost all his cultivation can quietly break into his sea of consciousness——
In just a moment of thought, the other party’s spiritual power suddenly surged, and the spiritual power of the same origin turned into countless sharp swords and attacked him. Chu Jun’s expression was slightly cold, and with a wave of his long sleeve, he dissolved all the attacks. Unexpectedly, his palm hurt, the other party was so crazy that he took some of the spiritual power from his palm.
Chu Jun had never seen such an arrogant guy. Just as he was about to see what the other party looked like, the little consciousness in his arms suddenly cried out with a ‘wa’.
Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted, Ning Buwei suddenly withdrew his consciousness from the other party’s sea of consciousness. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to scoop up a large amount of spiritual power and filled his two fragments of Suzaku Sword.
Chu Jun, who was caught off guard and let the other party escape: ………
How can this cultivator be so shameless?
The shameless Ning Buwei returned from his sea of consciousness, and suddenly opened his eyes.
Although the old thing has a terrifying cultivation base, his reaction doesn’t seem to be very sensitive. Maybe he can find the right way to go in and fish a few more times.
Once he recovers his cultivation base, he must take the Suzaku Sword and split the other party’s clean and wide sea of consciousness into pieces. He dares to pretend to squeeze him…….
A flash of scarlet passed through the bottom of Ning Buwei’s eyes, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
“Waa!” Ning Xiu in his arms cried out.
The ferocious smile on Ning Buwei’s face that was ready to kill and win the treasure suddenly dispersed, and he picked up Ning Xiu and coaxed him in a softened voice, “Father is here, don’t cry.”
Feng Zizhang, who had watched his whole process of changing his face on the side, was shivering with his sword, and stuttered, “Li, Fellow Cultivator Li?”
“Hmm?” Ning Buwei looked at him lazily while coaxing the child.
The same as before, disdainful with a bit of impatience.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Feng Zizhang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It should still be Li Chengfeng, not being possessed by any demon or evil.
Then before Feng Zizhang could catch his breath, the window was suddenly slapped from the outside, leaving a blood-colored handprint on it, and a mournful voice roared. “Feng Zizhang!!!”
The child was extremely frightened, his spirit was unstable. The small bundle of consciousness nestled in his arms, about to disperse, his little hand tightly grasping his sleeve.
Why is he so scared?
Chu Jun gave some spiritual power to the child in his arms, but the child was too terrified to receive it, still crying heartbreakingly.
The previous two times, as long as he transferred spiritual power, the child would calm down. Now that the spiritual power could not be transferred, he could only awkwardly pat the child’s back, his clear and cool voice unusually gentle, “Don’t be afraid.”
Perhaps he heard his voice, the child who was crying in his arms gradually stopped crying, opened his eyes, full of tears, looking at him with fear and grievance, constantly sobbing, with both little hands clutching his soft sleeves.
Occasionally, he would hiccup.
Seeing that he finally stopped crying so heartbreakingly, Chu Jun tentatively transferred some subtle spiritual power to him, “Why are you so scared?”
Ning Xiu was sobbing while looking at him. Although he didn’t understand what he was saying, he knew from his tone that he was comforting himself. The tears that had finally stopped came down again, and he buried his head in his arms with grievance, his small body trembling as he cried, “Wu…wuwu…”
Father…bad…
Father…
The child who was supposed to be comforted cried even harder. Chu Jun could only keep gently patting his back, slowly transferring spiritual power to him, whispering a calming spell.
Holding himself in his warm embrace, being gently comforted by a pleasant voice, Ning Xiu no longer had the strength to cry, he nestled softly in Chu Jun’s arms, his eyes red as he looked at him.
“Ah~” His originally milky voice became somewhat hoarse.
It’s you~
“Ah~” Ning Xiu sniffed and patted his clothes.
Nice to hear~
The sea of consciousness finally calmed down, and a warm breeze rippled.
Ning Xiu was probably tired from crying, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in his arms.
Chu Jun examined this small bundle of consciousness, his cold gaze resting on the child’s heart, where a faint blue light was faintly shining, he lifted the child’s clothes…
“Li Chengfeng, your talisman is too ugly.” Feng Zizhang squatted by the bed watching Ning Buwei draw the talisman, feeling a great shock to his eyes.
Ning Buwei had only drawn half of the talisman when his spiritual power ran out, he reached out to Feng Zizhang, “Again.”
Feng Zizhang transferred all the remaining half of his spiritual power to him, “What kind of talisman are you drawing? One talisman consumes all my spiritual power.”
“Just a common calming talisman.” Ning Buwei made the final stroke on Ning Xiu’s heart, and Feng Zizhang only had a little spiritual power left for him.
Feng Zizhang looked for a long time and couldn’t figure out the trick from this ghost talisman, but he intuitively felt that this talisman should be very powerful. Before he could take a closer look, Ning Buwei wrapped the child up with a swaddle and handed him a round jade-colored small stone.
“What is this?” Feng Zizhang pinched the stone, it was even a bit soft.
“Jade Spirit Pill.” Ning Buwei said without looking back, reaching out to pick up the sleeping Ning Xiu.
“Jade Jade Jade Jade Spirit Pill!” Feng Zizhang suddenly felt the green stone in his hand weigh a thousand pounds, “Li, Fellow Cultivator Li, this is absolutely unacceptable!”
The Jade Spirit Pill was a heavenly top-grade pill that was hard to come by. A million top-grade spirit stones may not be able to buy it. His master Wen Heshen had one, and the sect leader had asked for it many times but had not been able to get it. It was still being treasured by his master.
“This is a thank you gift.” Ning Buwei, holding Ning Xiu, turned his head to look at him, “Thank you for saving my son regardless of the danger.”
Feng Zizhang grinned embarrassingly, “No matter who falls down, I will save them. You don’t have to worry about it. In the end, it was you who saved me…..This Jade Spirit Pill is valuable, I can’t accept it…”
“If I give it to you, just take it.” Ning Buwei frowned impatiently, “Where is all this nonsense coming from?””
Ning Buwei has a bad temper, and when he gets angry, it’s even scarier. Feng Zizhang immediately dared not refuse any longer, carefully putting away the Jade Spirit Pill, “Thank you, Senior Li.”
At this moment, he suddenly changed from Li Chengfeng to Senior Li.
Ning Buwei didn’t bother to deal with his sincere and fearful eyes, holding Ning Xiu, he stood by the window and opened a small crack to look out.
Outside was a dense mass of green vines covering the sky and the earth, expanding their territory like living creatures.
The venerable Du Lu had disappeared, the head of the Four Seasons Hall, Mei Luoxue, took on the great responsibility of the city lord, and joined forces with the Chong Zheng Alliance to search for the scattered cultivators everywhere. Jiang Yizheng returned to the Four Seasons Hall, while Ning Buwei and Feng Zizhang were arranged by Chu Sun in a relatively safe inn. There were also hundreds of cultivators taking refuge inside, making a lot of noise.
Linjiang City had been sealed by the demon vine for seven days.
The cultivators in the city tried every means to get out, but those who were reckless and bold, or who were arrogant because of their cultivation, wanted to go out, but they all turned into nutrients for the towering demon vine.
And what was most terrifying was that once a cultivator used spiritual power inside, they would be entangled, and the spiritual energy in the city would become thinner and thinner. If they don’t find a way to get rid of this demon, this place might just probably become a dead city.
Feng Zizhang sat at the table somewhat dejectedly, and there was another conflict among the cultivators outside, not knowing whether it was a fight or a group fight.
Ning Xiu shivered in Ning Buwei’s arms, not knowing what he had dreamed of, and his little leg even twitched.
Ning Buwei frowned, closed the window tightly, and sat down holding him.
Ning Xiu’s little feet kicked in the swaddle, twisting his body to burrow into his arms. Ning Buwei simply wrapped him in his outer robe. Perhaps the aura on Ning Buwei made him feel at ease, and he finally settled down.
Ning Buwei held him in one hand, and in the other hand, he turned the completely useless fragments of the Suzaku Sword, half-closing his eyes, trying to use the remaining bit of spiritual power to repair his damaged and unformed sea of consciousness.
The shard was sharp, and he played with it carelessly. Accidentally, he cut his finger, and the blood dripped onto Ning Xiu’s swaddle, soaking in. It stained Ning Xiu’s right shoulder, and the scarlet bloodline imprint lit up without a trace.
At this moment, Ning Buwei was still raging at his own chaotic and dry sea of consciousness. He carelessly wiped the blood on his son’s swaddle, but the moment his hand touched it, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The sea of consciousness in front of him was vast and boundless, under his feet was the clear spiritual power rippling with the wind, other than the spiritual power transformed into clear water, it was still clear water. He couldn’t see the end at a glance, and the sky was full of white, making people dizzy.
The entire sea of consciousness space was so clean and boring that it was ridiculous.
Obviously, this was not Ning Buwei’s sea of consciousness.
Usually, when he entered someone else’s sea of consciousness, he usually aimed to annihilate the other party’s soul. He would strike first without saying a word, no matter if the scenery was picturesque or bustling, he would kill first.
For the first time, Ning Buwei entered someone else’s sea of consciousness so peacefully and without any rejection. The space in the other party’s sea of consciousness was extremely wide, and the spiritual power was so abundant that even if he was in his peak state, he would feel envious.
And the owner of the sea of consciousness obviously didn’t notice him.
Ning Buwei, as a demon who stops at nothing, had a heart eager to make trouble.
He had lost all his cultivation now, and what he lacked most was spiritual power. The bit of spiritual power from Feng Zizhang was not enough for him to draw a talisman at will. The vast sea of consciousness in front of him was simply here to serve as food to him.
But the owner of the sea of consciousness obviously had strong power, and it was not guaranteed that it was an old thing practicing in seclusion in some deep mountain and old forest. He didn’t even know how he got in.
To be safe, Ning Buwei tentatively released a small strand of spiritual power. That small strand of spiritual power turned into a palm-sized spoon, scooping up a spoonful of the other party’s spiritual power transformed into clear water.
After waiting quietly for a while, the other party still had no action. Ning Buwei suddenly became bold, absorbed all the spiritual power in the spoon for his own use, and then used the other party’s spiritual power to form a larger spoon, eating the original soup and food, very unscrupulous.
Ning Buwei was here wildly stealing the other party’s vast and boundless spiritual power, and even thought about using it to counter-kill the other party after transformation. However, his meridians were now severely damaged, and if he really fought, he’d definitely be the one who would be annihilated. He could only regretfully give up.
And the owner of the sea of consciousness, who was coveted by Ning Buwei for his spiritual power and even wanted to harm him, was sitting in the center of the sea of consciousness at this time, holding a small bundle of sleeping spiritual consciousness, frowning at the wildly drawn calming talisman on the child’s heart.
If it weren’t for the obvious symbol of this calming talisman, he would even think that this might be some kind of evil technique. The person drawing the talisman was not trying to calm the mind, but to draw demons and ghosts to stir up trouble.
Chu Jun stared at the talisman for a long time, wanting to make some improvements, but he was afraid that if the changes were too neat, the child’s mother would find out. In the end, he simply picked up the swaddle and wrapped the child up, out of sight, out of mind.
Once again shocked by the other party’s wild strokes, Chu Jun calmed down for a moment, his eyes suddenly condensed and he noticed something was wrong. The originally calm sea of consciousness suddenly showed murderous intent.
As the saying goes, seek wealth through risks, Ning Buwei was prepared early on. Seeing the situation was not right, he immediately retreated. But he was a restless one. Before leaving, he wanted to use the other party’s spiritual power to draw a backlash formation in the other party’s sea of consciousness to pit the other party. He feigned a move and wanted to escape.
Who knew that the other party’s speed and strength were terrifying, far beyond his imagination. In less than an instant, the endless spiritual power turned into a huge palm and squeezed him.
Chu Jun was a little puzzled. He not only failed to detect the intruder at the first time, but the other party had no spiritual power on his body. At first glance, his meridians were broken and not in good shape, even worse than ordinary people without cultivation.
A cultivator who has lost all his cultivation can quietly break into his sea of consciousness——
In just a moment of thought, the other party’s spiritual power suddenly surged, and the spiritual power of the same origin turned into countless sharp swords and attacked him. Chu Jun’s expression was slightly cold, and with a wave of his long sleeve, he dissolved all the attacks. Unexpectedly, his palm hurt, the other party was so crazy that he took some of the spiritual power from his palm.
Chu Jun had never seen such an arrogant guy. Just as he was about to see what the other party looked like, the little consciousness in his arms suddenly cried out with a ‘wa’.
Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted, Ning Buwei suddenly withdrew his consciousness from the other party’s sea of consciousness. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to scoop up a large amount of spiritual power and filled his two fragments of Suzaku Sword.
Chu Jun, who was caught off guard and let the other party escape: ………
How can this cultivator be so shameless?
The shameless Ning Buwei returned from his sea of consciousness, and suddenly opened his eyes.
Although the old thing has a terrifying cultivation base, his reaction doesn’t seem to be very sensitive. Maybe he can find the right way to go in and fish a few more times.
Once he recovers his cultivation base, he must take the Suzaku Sword and split the other party’s clean and wide sea of consciousness into pieces. He dares to pretend to squeeze him…….
A flash of scarlet passed through the bottom of Ning Buwei’s eyes, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
“Waa!” Ning Xiu in his arms cried out.
The ferocious smile on Ning Buwei’s face that was ready to kill and win the treasure suddenly dispersed, and he picked up Ning Xiu and coaxed him in a softened voice, “Father is here, don’t cry.”
Feng Zizhang, who had watched his whole process of changing his face on the side, was shivering with his sword, and stuttered, “Li, Fellow Cultivator Li?”
“Hmm?” Ning Buwei looked at him lazily while coaxing the child.
The same as before, disdainful with a bit of impatience.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Feng Zizhang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It should still be Li Chengfeng, not being possessed by any demon or evil.
Then before Feng Zizhang could catch his breath, the window was suddenly slapped from the outside, leaving a blood-colored handprint on it, and a mournful voice roared. “Feng Zizhang!!!”
