strictlysupreme Chapter 225 I'm Just a Little Tired
Chapter 225 I'm Just a Little Tired
Chapter 225 Just a Little Tired
Deep in Shouyun Mountain, the cold moon shines on the white snow, making it look extremely quiet.
As the year draws to a close, most of the servants in the stove shop at the foot of the mountain have returned home to celebrate the New Year.
With Zhao Qing's current spiritual power, he can barely sense the situation at the foot of the mountain... A new servant has moved into the Dingzi No. 1 courtyard.
They are six new female disciples.
The underground palace was used by several people as a place to secretly study alchemy herbs. There were also alchemy furnaces, scriptures and some spirit stones left by themselves.
Wang Teng once promised that as long as he stayed in the kitchen, he would keep this Dingzimohao Courtyard.
But time flies...
The head of Danxia left, Cheng Buyi left, Pei Jin has been an elder for several years, and Wang Teng is no longer in the kitchen.
Danxia Sect has become so unfamiliar.
He gently stroked the jade slip in his hand and checked it again.
[The Sun family's mine contains an extremely rare, high-grade spiritual stone mine. It was discovered by Sun Qingyun thirty years ago. However, I forcibly took over his body at that time, and he was completely destroyed in the struggle.]
[After I suffered backlash, I stayed at the Sun family to recuperate, until I met Sun Binghao five years ago. At that time, he was only at the third level of Qi training and was very controllable.]
[I guided him in refining the evil banner, influencing his mind. Once his mind was completely corrupted, it would be easy to possess him.]
[In the past five years, Sun Binghao has slaughtered a total of 170 Qi training cultivators, including 36 in the late Qi training stage... Qi training...]
Sun Binghao often hid in his father's tomb. After obtaining some spiritual ore with my help, he returned to his clan and encountered a female cultivator. He killed her and refined her soul into a banner.
[Afterwards, Sun Binghao went to the Blood Robe Tower in Songshanfang to exchange spiritual ore, obtaining a total of 122,000 spiritual stones...]
The howling cold wind passed through the dead forest. There was a jade pendant in the forest emitting faint spiritual fluctuations. Next to the jade pendant were dozens of uninscribed jade slips stacked... That was Sun Huaizong's next job.
He never dreamed that the Taoist partner Zhao Qing mentioned was actually a true cultivator who had lived in seclusion in the mountains!
In the blink of an eye, he went from being a mysterious and high-ranking master to a prisoner at the mercy of others.
Not only that, he had to use his already limited spiritual power to engrave the jade slips in order to survive...
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A blazing fire rose in the bluestone courtyard, reflected in Si He's bright eyes. Sizzling hot oil came out of the bear's paw, emitting a strange and tempting meaty aroma.
The faces of the three people were all glowing red in the firelight. Si He used her slender hands to make hand gestures and control a secret technique. Flames also rose from the flags that were originally spread not far away.
But it was different from the fire in front of the three people... It was the divine fire that Zhao Qing had seen before, and it was closely related to Si He himself.
As the flags were engulfed in flames, a chilling aura dissipated.
Zhao Qing felt a sudden chill in front of him, and even his consciousness felt a little uncomfortable.
The resentful soul imprisoned in the Soul Refining Banner was released, but the cultivation level of the deceased was too low, and it was far from possible for him to evolve his residual soul like Shen Su, and he had no chance to practice again.
When a Qigong practitioner dies, his soul is gone, leaving behind a remnant that is no different from that of an ordinary person, just like a bit of cold wind on a winter night.
My aunt's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she stared silently at the evil flag.
The white-haired girl frowned slightly, and with a wave of her hand, a graceful figure appeared in the firelight... It was Sun Qian!
However, her eyes were empty, and she ignored the few people. She no longer had that charming and lively look.
Si He said softly: "Follow me, and one day I will cast a golden statue of you, and perhaps you can walk the earth again."
Sun Qian was stunned and seemed unable to comprehend the strange sight before her.
Her figure was ethereal, appearing in the flames, and the person in front of her...
It was the direct disciple who had stayed at Dancaofang for a day and was on duty.
He was the senior brother from Dan Hall, with whom he had a romantic encounter several years ago.
She was a bright and beautiful woman with white hair that fell to her shoulders and was as gorgeous as a goddess.
"Senior Brother Zhao Qing?"
Zhao Qing nodded slightly and looked at Si He in confusion.
Si He said softly, "According to the mortal world's immortal way, she is already dead and there is no way to save her."
"However, the soul can be temporarily preserved by the power of incense and vows. If Qingrao comes back to see me, let her take Sun Qian away."
Qingrao...the one who practices the art of white jade witchcraft!
Si He looked Sun Qian up and down and said slowly, "Are you willing to stay on Shouyun Mountain?"
Sun Qian's figure flickered in the light and fire, and her soul seemed extremely weak.
She still found it difficult to understand the situation before her.
Already dead, there is no way to save the situation...
The golden body of incense burns again and walks on earth...
So this is Shouyun Mountain...
She sensed the broken banner in the firelight, knelt respectfully, and whispered, "Senior Brother Zhao."
"Binghao...is he dead?"
Zhao Qing nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "He died at the hands of Qing Huan."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Qian's body trembled suddenly, and when she looked up, a sad smile appeared on her face.
"Xiao Qian has lived enough. If there is an afterlife, I will bow down and serve my senior brother as a slave."
In the raging fire, a wisp of fragrant soul gradually twisted and rose, turning into a breeze that blew across the world.
The white-haired girl looked calm, as she was already accustomed to this kind of situation.
But the next moment, she frowned, and glanced at Zhao Qing with her beautiful eyes. The communication between her and Zhao Qing was cut off again...
Zhao Qing silently shook his head and used his spiritual sense to control the back of the fragrant bear paw...
The panel in front of him changed slightly.
【Sun Qian】
【meet by chance】
The name and ties that originally belonged to Sun Qian disappeared at this moment, as if they had never appeared.
Even the progress of the Wood Spiritual Root had dropped by twelve points.
The last trace left by this junior sister from Caofang also disappeared.
Zhao Qing suddenly realized that if Sun Qian died, the bonus she brought would also disappear...
He suddenly had a strange feeling that was hard to describe.
I've met so many amazing people...
Qingying who has experienced hardships in the mortal world, Miao Jian who has a lonely star in his life, Shen Su who is a residual soul wandering in the world, and Qingrao who is born from dry bones.
Everyone is so mysterious and wonderful.
But Sun Qian... is just an ordinary Qigong practitioner.
Born in Songshan, his parents died early and he had to take care of his younger brother. He was poor and cold in the clan and could not make ends meet, so he immediately joined the sect.
She must have been to the Changsheng Sword Sect, but her low-grade wood spiritual roots were useless to a sword-cultivating sect...
This woman from the Sun family eventually joined the Danxia Sect.
Those who entered Caofang in the same year included a junior sister named Gu Qinghuan and a senior brother named Zhang Qiuyang.
She and Qiu Yang became Taoist partners, and two years later Qiu Yang died at the hands of Senior Brother Qian.
After her Taoist partner died, Sun Qian didn't even dare to announce it, and turned to Lu Zheng... Eight years passed in a flash, and she finally got her chance to succeed and became a deacon of the Danxia Sect's Dharma Hall.
Perhaps she was returning home to look after her brother, perhaps to say goodbye, or perhaps to take Sun Binghao to Danxia for spiritual practice...
Sun Qian finally died.
As the virtual panel in front of him gradually disappeared, Danxia lost a deacon and the Sun family lost a disciple, that was all.
A chance encounter, an old friend after many years...
Zhao Qing calmed himself down, turned the bear paw over again, and lamented the impermanence of life.
"Xiaoyi prepared a lot of clothes for you before, and I brought them all this time." He looked at Si He and smiled.
Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she withdrew her thoughts from Sun Qian's matter. She said softly, "I think the moon-white gauze dress or the snow-blue robe are more suitable for your temperament."
As robes and gauze skirts were taken out one by one, Si He's eyes sparkled and she laughed out loud, "I want those two Zhuzi gauze dresses of yours..."
Costumes of various styles were imprisoned by divine consciousness and floated gently in the stone courtyard.
The two bright-looking women smiled sweetly and talked about their hobbies...which greatly dispelled the originally heavy atmosphere.
The raging fire in the snow overshadowed the faint light cast by the cold moon.
But after a moment, Si He chose a piece of dark gauze...
Under Zhao Qing's gaze, the girl's snow-white skin and buttocks were exposed without any cover. Her white hair covered her body, and her look back was full of teasing and laughter.
She stepped barefoot, put a light veil over her delicate body, and then turned to show it to Xiaoyi.
At first glance, the black gauze fluttered in the light of the fire, and the girl's white hair was as white as satin and snow.
"how?"
The aunt's beautiful eyes swept over her man, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips: "Like a swaying green lotus, his beauty is indescribable."
Maybe it was because Xiaoyi had arrived at Shouyun Mountain, but Sihe was in a very good mood today and tried on several different skirts and gowns one after another...
She pressed Xiaoyi in the snow, leaned her head against hers, and helped Xiaoyi to choose a dress.
The woman stroked her snow-white hair with her slender hand and agreed happily.
After a long time, the bear paws sizzled in the firelight, and streams of crystal oil dripped out, emitting an enticing aroma.
The pair of red high heels were scattered on the ground. Si He rested his head lightly on his aunt's waist and explained in a low voice...
"If you die from ordinary Qi training and foundation-building pills, there is no way to save you."
"Even if someone like Sun Qian left behind a spirit, it would be difficult for them to achieve anything... They would be no different from ordinary wronged spirits and evil ghosts."
"The first three realms of the Immortal Path are to cultivate the Dao foundation from the Dantian, and then condense the Dao foundation into a golden elixir, in order to cultivate one's own power."
"After the Golden Core transforms into an Infant, the three souls are constructed for the Infant, which are the three levels of the Infant."
"Even if one dies, as long as the Nascent Soul is not destroyed, one can still take over another body and cultivate again. If the Nascent Soul is strong and condensed enough, even the remaining Nascent Soul body can crush many Jindan cultivators."
Zhao Qing split the bear paw and nodded slowly, saying, "Then someone like Sun Huaizong should be considered a cultivator at a very weak Nascent Soul stage."
"Do not."
Si He shook his head slowly: "He only has a remnant of his infant left, so he needs a more suitable furnace to store his soul. If he were in his prime, even if he only had his Nascent Soul left and escaped, you would not be his opponent."
My aunt's delicate hands intertwined with her delicate head as she lay in the snow, gazing up at the stars. She whispered, "So, even after a Nascent Soul cultivator encounters a calamity and dies, there's still a chance of survival."
"exactly."
Si He added: "But the ingenuity of the Nascent Soul taking over another body only exists in the Nascent Soul stage."
"After you break through the infant stage and become a god, you can rely on your primordial spirit to travel through the vast universe, and then you can show the true magical power of your soul."
"By then, even a remnant soul will possess endless power."
Zhao Qing understood Si He's story and concluded...
"In this case, Shen Su was at least at the Spiritual Transformation Realm during his lifetime."
Si He chuckled and rejected the idea, saying, "Shen Su's realm is far higher than that of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. I'm not well versed in the Immortal Way, but she was at least at the level of Refining Void Realm when she was alive."
My aunt spoke slowly, "There should be many methods for soul restoration in the Twelve Floors of Yujing."
"The Zizhu lineage can protect the disciple's life and soul and escape back to Zhongzhou."
Si He smiled and said, "Well... the soul is immortal, and everything has life."
She looked at Zhao Qing and said, "Even if you die, the Tai'a Seal can bring your soul to Shouyun Mountain."
Zhao Qing nodded slowly. Speaking of the Tai'a Seal, he took out the crimson amber and soul-calming stone he had purchased previously from his storage ring.
One of them is a rare treasure used by the Xueyi lineage for cultivation, which contains a strong bloody aura.
The soul-calming stone is a relatively rare talisman material that can suppress and influence the spiritual consciousness to a certain extent.
This was what Si He asked him to prepare in advance, to be used to refine the seal-shaped spiritual weapon.
A teasing look flashed across the girl's bright eyes, and she chuckled softly, "Call me Master."
Zhao Qing glanced at his aunt and said honestly, "Master."
Since I can't resist, I might as well just lie down and enjoy it, satisfying Si He's bad taste without any pain.
Si He's pretty face flushed, and she glanced at her aunt secretly, and her originally fair neck was also stained with a hint of red.
She clenched her slender hand, and a small white jade scimitar appeared out of thin air, leaving a bloody mark on her wrist.
As the blood of the Polygonatum odoratum overflowed, it dripped onto the two rare treasures like silk threads, vaguely seeping into them and disappearing without a trace.
Si He said jokingly, "The Blood Robe Tower only gave you one drop of blood essence, which is a bit too stingy."
Gradually, the girl's slender arm trembled, and as vitality filled the air, the bloodstains on her fair wrist healed instantly.
"Save these two pieces of bloodstone and refine them into a seal later. They will be enough to defend against enemies until you can use Tai'a."
She looked back at her aunt again, took the high heels with her slender hands, and slowly leaned over with a blushing face to put them on the woman's feet.
Zhao Qing watched silently from the side, and a sense of anticipation rose in his heart for no reason.
The aunt was obviously a little uncomfortable, but she remained silent. She lifted her slender feet, brushed past Si He's small hand, and stepped into the cold jade shoes.
Si He slowly stood up, a relaxed smile on her pretty face: "This is originally a pair of attack and killing spiritual treasures, which can only be used by Yuanying cultivators."
"I'll add a few seals for the master. Although they conceal too much power, they are enough to pass the Blood Robe's test."
Hearing Si He calling out "Master" as if nothing had happened, Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at Zhao Qing in silence.
This wasn't just a puppet that she could tease, but a real cultivator in person!
Zhao Qing couldn't help but sigh...
Sure enough, living too long will cause brain problems.
But...does my aunt have to fight with others wearing high heels?
Si He felt Zhao Qing's intention to complain about her, and her pretty face turned even redder.
She changed the subject: "The Hanguang Sword has already become a foundation for your Dao. You should carefully comprehend the sword's meaning these days."
"If Xiaoyi encounters a strong opponent during the Blood Robe test, you will secretly draw your sword to stop them."
Cheating...
also.
Zhao Qing looked inward and still couldn't feel the presence of the sword of light. He could only figure it out slowly later.
The fourteen swords in the secret realm all have different sword meanings, and this Han Guang Sword is obviously the most bizarre one.
It was so strange that there was no strange vision on the cliff, only a few words engraved on the sword.
Even though the sword was gone, the group of big guys didn't notice anything unusual. Only Hong Ning, who had been following them, vaguely discovered some clues.
Si He gently broke free from his aunt's hand and spoke slowly, "Prolonged contact with me will cost you too much of your lifespan..."
"It's okay." Zhou Xiaoyi stroked the pretty face in front of her with her slender hand and smiled softly.
Si He pursed his lips and shook his head, and in an instant he turned into a little fox and jumped into Zhao Qing's arms.
Zhao Qing: ???
My aunt’s life span is a life span, but mine is not a life span! ?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
The delicate shoes carved from red jade made crisp sounds as they stepped on the snow, making the woman's already proud face look even more cold and beautiful.
This wasn't the first time Xiaoyi had worn these high heels. A few days ago, when she was making love with Zhao Qing, she had even stepped on them and bent over to serve him...
But this time, this spiritual treasure was sealed by Si He and could be used as a spiritual weapon.
The aunt walked closer, reached out and held the little fox in her arms, stroking it gently.
Zhao Qing laughed and said, "When she's shy, she becomes like this."
Si He's words came to my mind: "I'm just a little tired."
Zhao Qing didn't comment and took Si He back from his aunt's arms...
What a joke! Hugging her for one night will shorten her life by ten years. My aunt doesn’t have three thousand years to live.
He glanced at the fox's ears, and then played with the little fox's slightly curled snow-capped tail.
The girl's teasing voice came to my ears: "Why, my little slave is also interested in the body of an animal?"
Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at his aunt: "Si He conveyed his thoughts to me, saying that he wanted to be ravaged and tortured by you, and to be your slave."
Si He:......
"Get out!"