Chapter 92: Late Rain Holds the Guest
Wanggu Lin. The yellow-robed Daoist child was still smiling. “Well? Has Brother Liang already succeeded?”
Liang Feng nodded and opened the small box in his bosom.
The “spirit pearl” lay quietly within.
“Good, good, good. Brother Liang, let me have a look.”
But Liang Feng remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking. “Wait until I save Ah Qing, then I will naturally give it to you.”
The smile on the yellow-robed Daoist child’s face slowly faded.
Boom!
Spiritual energy erupted suddenly.
Liang Feng was sent flying backward, stumbling to the ground.
A blurred blood hole appeared on his right shoulder, blood gushing out and staining his robes.
Liang Feng grunted, staring fixedly at the yellow-robed figure.
“Liang Feng, are you perhaps…”
“Taking yourself too seriously.”
A pair of narrow eyes finally opened slightly.
Qi and blood surged. The yellow-robed Daoist child extended his hand toward Liang Feng in a distant grab.
The small box was immediately seized by an invisible hand and flew toward him.
Gaunt fingers gripped the wooden box, and the originally honest-looking face twisted into a strange, eerie smile under the moonlight.
“Hehe…”
“Did you really think I would help you save that living corpse?”
Liang Feng’s expression turned ashen.
It seemed he had expected this. Now that his last shred of hope had been utterly extinguished.
“If I were to use this Moon-Sustaining Lotus Seed to save her, would I not have lost a strand of vitality for nothing…”
“Waste…”
To everyone’s surprise, Liang Feng’s expression returned to normal.
He remained silent, and the spiritual energy within his body began to surge in an extremely bizarre manner.
With no will to live, he was about to self-detonate on the spot.
“Hmph.”
The yellow-robed Daoist child furrowed his brow and snorted coldly. “A futile act.”
As he spoke, he pressed his palm downward in a void gesture.
The spiritual energy within Liang Feng’s body suddenly stagnated.
Between the tenth level of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment, there appeared to be only a thin line separating them.
In reality, the gap was as vast as heaven and earth.
“Liang Feng, you are a clever man. I think you understood from the very beginning that you had no choice.”
“If you wanted to save your wife, you had to gamble.”
“It’s just that now, you have lost the bet.”
The yellow-robed Daoist was about to suppress and kill Liang Feng when, unexpectedly, a light rain began to fall nearby.
In the next instant, a clear sword light pierced through the air.
The yellow-robed Daoist child’s expression froze, and his body immediately dissolved into phosphorescent fire that filled the sky, preparing to flee.
In the distant sky, a pair of slender jade fingers lightly tapped the bell in their palm.
Mighty spiritual energy converged in the air.
Soft words escaped from between lips.
“Late Rain Holds the Guest.”
Hummm—
Water vapor erupted with a boom, and a torrential downpour surged forth, rippling outward in layers.
The immense spiritual rain actually formed a large-scale trapping formation that appeared scattered but was spiritually cohesive.
In the downpour, the yellow-robed Daoist child’s figure reformed, gritting his teeth.
Countless fine rain threads extended from all directions, clinging to his body.
He shouted sharply, “A junior from the Sun-Shooting Sect dares to obstruct my Underworld Springs Great Dao!”
Cong Yuzhen did not waste words. The flying sword at her side transformed into a stream of water-blue light, striking directly at the yellow-robed demonic cultivator’s face.
Blood mist rose around the yellow-robed cultivator’s body. His gaunt fingers formed a claw, and ghostly energy in his palm condensed into a fierce beast head that lunged at her face.
The flying sword pierced through the air and easily penetrated the ghostly head. The power of water exploded with a boom, scattering the ghostly energy in all directions.
“A low-grade spiritual artifact!?”
The yellow-robed Daoist sensed trouble.
He saw the water-blue spiritual light racing through the downpour and hastily retreated, hovering at the edge of the rain formation.
The flying sword circulated and flashed back to Cong Yuzhen’s side.
The spiritual light faded, revealing the sword’s true form.
The blade was entirely like blue jade, with layered ripple patterns along its edge.
It drifted slowly, carrying the sound of light rain fluttering.
At the sword’s guard, small characters were carved.
Late Rain.
At this moment, Lu and Song Yan, along with Yan Xun and Wu Duo, arrived. Cheng Yu and Sheng Yun also appeared shortly after.
Seeing Liang Feng’s miserable state, Yan Xun cried out involuntarily, “Brother Liang!”
“Hehe!” The yellow-robed Daoist resumed his smiling expression. “How pleasant you all are. It’s a pity…”
“Your Brother Liang wants to bury the entire Spirit Flower Valley with his living corpse of a beloved wife…”
“What!?”
Yan Xun and Wu Duo looked at Liang Feng with disbelief.
The yellow-robed Daoist channeled spiritual energy, and the “spirit pearl” slowly rose into the air.
“This so-called ‘spirit pearl’ actually conceals a mature Moon-Sustaining Lotus Seed within.”
“I don’t know which fool used such a treasure as a spirit vein for a valley, nourishing flowers and grass.”
“Hehe… truly ridiculous.”
“Your Brother Liang, desperate to save his wife, stole this ‘spirit pearl’ and gifted it to me…”
Cheng Yu’s expression turned icy, and he immediately questioned, “Liang Feng! Are you truly a traitor!?”
Wu Duo furrowed her brow slightly and stepped forward. “Brother Liang, I know something about Sister Ah Qing’s situation. You…”
“Know?”
Liang Feng’s expression was terrifyingly calm, with no trace of will left in his eyes.
He had long foreseen this current situation. Now that his last hope was shattered, for some reason, he actually laughed.
“Know…”
“How could you outsiders possibly know…”
“What pain it is to be separated from the one you love by the divide of life and death!”
“More than twenty years…”
It was only four words when spoken.
But that was seven thousand three hundred and fifty-four days and nights…
Cheng Yu snorted coldly, indifferent, and only wanted to say a few more pleasing words under Senior Sister Cong Yuzhen’s imposing presence. “A mere Qi Refining cultivator dares to conspire with a Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator!”
Liang Feng’s voice grew quieter and quieter. “…If I could save Ah Qing, even with the slightest hope…”
“What would be wrong with that…”
Song Yan gazed at the “spirit pearl” and the pure, luminous light within, lost in thought.
So the Moon-Sustaining Lotus Seed had a distinction between mature and immature?
This touched upon the limits of his knowledge.
The Hundred Flowers Manual had not mentioned this.
But upon careful observation, the “spirit pearl” was brimming with spiritual energy, though its vitality was not as abundant as the one in his own hand.
The yellow-robed Daoist child laughed sinisterly. “Girl, this trapping formation of yours is so vast. The consumption must be considerable, no?”
Cong Yuzhen’s expression remained calm, though she harbored some hesitation in her heart.
By nature, she had wanted to unleash thunderous means within this trapping formation.
But now that the “spirit pearl” was in the enemy’s hands, she feared that in the crossfire, she might destroy this treasure upon which Spirit Flower Valley depended for survival.
For a moment, she found herself constrained.
Suddenly, the yellow-robed Daoist child’s hands formed seals, and ghostly energy around his body surged violently.
It actually condensed into a skeletal demonic manifestation towering over ten feet high!
“Sun-Shooting Sect junior, you had better be careful. If you accidentally destroy this Moon-Sustaining Lotus Seed, we will both leave with nothing!”
“Hehe! Even if you search all of Chu Kingdom, you won’t find a second one to save Spirit Flower Valley!”
The yellow-robed figure was extremely wary of the spiritual artifact in Cong Yuzhen’s hands.
If he could delay for a time, let this strange trapping formation dissipate, and then seize an opportunity to flee, that would be ideal.
However, as soon as his words fell…
A playful laugh drifted up from below.
“Hehe…”
Everyone couldn’t help but look toward Song Yan.
They saw him with a half-smile, calling out to Liang Feng, “Brother Liang, you should see it clearly now. Conspiring with this demonic cultivator was nothing but a futile endeavor that harmed both others and yourself.”
“While no great harm has yet been done, follow Fellow Daoist Yan and Fellow Daoist Wu back to confess your crimes and accept your punishment.”
Everyone found this utterly bewildering.
“Song Yan, what nonsense are you spouting?”
Cheng Yu glared at Song Yan and shouted sternly, “Now that the Moon-Sustaining Lotus Seed has fallen into the demonic cultivator’s hands, does that not count as great harm!”
“Have you gone mad? You sound just like that demonic cultivator!”
Song Yan smiled lightly. “That is naturally because the true Moon-Sustaining Lotus Seed…”
“Is in my hand.”
As he finished speaking, a flash of spiritual light appeared in his palm.
A pure, luminous glow revealed itself in his hand.
In an instant.
Wanggu Lin fell silent.