Chapter 116: Why Did She Run Out?
The extremely unstable spirit patterns brought about by Huasang were always proportionate to the pain and power they caused.
Although the immense force she bore was described as “ten thousand jun,” it was actually just an abstract concept, and the reality was far more than precisely ten thousand jun.
When Huasang was first brought to the Dachunyang Palace, Qing Xiazi swore to help her new apprentice get rid of her internal struggles, stating, “Your power isn’t terrifying; at least I’m not afraid. If you don’t believe me, you can hit me with all your strength.”
So, the young Huasang, moved by Qing Xiazi’s sincere eyes and earnest tone, seriously punched her, resulting in three broken ribs and internal injuries to her spleen caused by the Night侵蚀.
Of course, Qing Xiazi did not show any abnormal reactions at the time; she bore the pain and completed the first round of psychological counseling for Huasang, only to drop her disguise and spit out half a basin of old bl**d when Zhang Hainan helped her tend to her injuries.
According to Qing Xiazi’s later recollection, it felt as if she had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.
What was even more lethal was that the train was carrying a full load of nuclear waste…
Had it not been for Huasang’s six-month silence towards Qing Xiazi, even now, Qing Xiazi might still have been jokingly calling her “High-speed Train Hero.”
Such a level of monstrous strength is more lethal than most spell formulas and is more efficient, which is also the reason Huasang chose to attack using physical techniques.
The Thirty-Six Styles of Xinyi Liuhe Palm she used was named for the palm but included variations with fists, feet, and palms, resulting in one hundred and eight changes.
She unleashed over thirty cycles of those one hundred and eight changes against the objectified Hu Chuan, with her force exploding within that pale ball of flesh, equivalent to over four thousand trains carrying nuclear waste crashing through his body.
The trajectory drawn out was more chaotic than the national railway route map…
“Puff—!”
Accompanied by the muffled blast of flesh exploding, that mass of bl**d and flesh, partially mosaic-rendered and still inappropriate for children, shot out, splattering dark, viscous liquid that traced a trajectory of over a hundred meters on the asphalt road.
Huasang watched the grotesque mass of flesh fly away, bending her body over, her trembling hands resting on her knees, her slightly parted lips releasing a mist of vapor with her heaving chest.
“Pant… Pant…!”
Was it over? Did she take care of that guy?
Huasang thought, slightly adjusting her state before turning to look at Luxianbei and Qing Ji behind her, momentarily stunned.
The “Qing Ji” created by the power of Hu Chuan’s code-named F, which was produced using a ruler, had not yet dissipated, and Luxianbei was still being beaten…
That senior “Qing Ji” was so ruthless and vicious in his strikes that it made one’s hair stand on end.
It was as if one were watching someone kick a bamboo stick into their toenails against a wall; while not fatal, just the sight of it evoked a visceral pain.
“…”
However, although Luxianbei looked quite pitiful at the moment, it seemed she was not in any life-threatening danger.
Senior Qing Ji was Luxianbei’s great-great-grandfather; a grandfather disciplining a grandson was already within the realm of family matters…
At this moment, would it be inappropriate for me to intervene? Huasang contemplated.
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During the duel between Luxianbei and Qing Ji, although the buzzing sound of swords clashing echoed incessantly in their ears, the muffled sound of the flesh explosion still cut through the noise, reaching their ears.
At the moment they heard the muffled sound of the flesh bursting, both briefly put down their swords and looked towards Huasang’s direction, the sight greeting their eyes caused them to be momentarily stunned.
Qing Ji, “…”
Not good, that brat… eh, why am I still here?
Just a moment ago, he was worried that he might disappear along with Hu Chuan’s d*ath, but the next moment he realized that he seemed to be unaffected.
Was it because… that brat’s powers were using that urban legend?
In that case, there was still a chance to complete the final guidance for my great-granddaughter-in-law… Qing Ji thought.
He knew very well that when the Ling Tai Purification was completed, he would likely disappear, and at that point, he would not have another opportunity to guide this great-granddaughter-in-law.
After all, with his memories of old age, he was part of an abandoned existence…
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“Ha ha, the Ancestor is so weak; he just doesn’t understand!”
“When Hu Chuan chose to assimilate with the part of the powers he was acting on, turning into the immobile “object,” the essence of this game had already become home invasion…”
“The house is almost gone, and he’s still trying to argue with me – foolish, confused, and brainless!”
Luxianbei was talking to herself, secretly delighted, her peripheral vision swept to the side, pausing for a moment, then suddenly turning around, only to see Qing Ji standing there, freezing her in place.
Qing Ji twisted his neck, clasped his hands, and loosened his wrists, accompanied by the crisp sound of cracking joints. He softly said, “Who did you just call brainless?”
“Uh, I, um…” Luxianbei opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but the sword in Qing Ji’s hand had already swung down in front of her.
The powerful and sharp sword aura rushed at her, and Luxianbei suddenly felt a chill in front of her eyes, vaguely hearing a dish name, her mood plunged to the depths.
She heard Qing Ji say, “Wensi Tofu…”
“???”
No, old man, why do you always have issues with food?
Is he hinting… that I’m poor at fighting? Luxianbei thought.
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During the previous duel, Luxianbei had vaguely grasped the correlation between the dish names that occasionally slipped from Qing Ji’s mouth and the sword techniques he was about to unleash.
From what she observed, the complexity of the prep work for the dishes mentioned by Qing Ji correlated directly with the severity of the corresponding sword techniques.
The more complex the dish, the more fierce and swift the sword move became.
However, the dish names she heard before were all common dishes like “Stir-fried White Lotus,” “Braised Pork with Pickled Vegetables,” and “Spicy Chicken,” which typically required only dozens of kn*fe cuts.
In contrast, Wensi Tofu was known for its delicate kn*fe work, soft and tender texture, and melt-in-your-mouth quality. Preparing it required cutting a palm-sized block of tofu into at least 88 horizontal cuts and 188 vertical cuts.
Based on her collected experience, this strike would be at least dozens of times more intense than before!
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“Dang—!”
A harsh buzzing erupted.
At the moment the blades collided, Qing Ji stepped forward, his wrist skillfully turning the long sword, which traced a semicircle along the Ling Tai Purification before the sword’s hilt rose, pointing directly at Luxianbei’s forehead.
Like a dragonfly touching the water, it was a quick touch and then retracted.
In that instant, an immense and overwhelming power surged through the sword hilt into Luxianbei’s body, filling her limbs and bones, the force rampaging through every inch of her flesh and bones, erupting violently at her vital points.
For a moment, Luxianbei even felt that the core of the urban legend was about to shatter.
Her body felt light as it flew backward, spinning in mid-air, tracing a beautiful arc.
That strike from Qing Ji hadn’t even used the 【Reverse Style Evil Flower Curse】, yet Luxianbei felt that all sound dissipated, and the flow of time became extraordinarily slow at that moment.
The raindrops suspended in the air fell slowly; she could even see the trail left by the raindrops piercing through the thick mist.
It felt as if Qing Ji had not cast some strange spell but rather opened a small gap in the river of time.
This is… the true Cataclysm Grade? Luxianbei thought.
In the silence, her body glided through the air for dozens of meters before crashing heavily to the ground, bouncing several times and creating shallow craters, then continuing to slide back along the slick road until she hit the mountainside at the bend in the highway.
“Boom—!”
With a loud explosion, the light before Luxianbei gradually dimmed.
“…”
Although she had always thought the Ancestor was as strong as a monster, this time…
Isn’t he just inflating his stats?
Planner, look at him! Luxianbei thought.
She knew very well that if Qing Ji had aimed the sword at her forehead, she would already be dead now…
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In the deep night, in the land of India.
On a vast helipad, a helicopter marked with a special emblem ascended, carrying several spiritual ability users toward the direction of the Pasupati Temple.
These spiritual ability users were members of a special organization called APTYA.
APTYA derives its name from “TRI他APTYA,” a deity from Indian mythology that repels demons, and is an organization similar to the Siye Society in India.
However, unlike the Siye Society, their daily tasks are quite arduous.
After all, in a country where various sects and beliefs abound, when faced with an urban legend incident, people are more inclined to seek help from temples or leverage urban legends to defeat urban legends; one can only say…
India has its own customs here, right?
Recently, Zhang Hainan transmitted a message from the God Realm of the code-named F urban legend. After receiving his message, a certain Wordless Book immediately contacted various factions.
During this process, he discovered that the Pasupati Temple had already gone offline and promptly contacted the local APTYA.
Though the situation of APTYA in India was awkward, they were nonetheless the most willing organization to cooperate with the Siye Society’s operations.
Upon receiving the message from the Wordless Book, the nearest APTYA outpost to the Pasupati Temple quickly dispatched personnel.
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The helicopter was progressing toward the Pasupati Temple, its rapidly spinning rotor blades producing deafening noise, under the cover of the noise, several APTYA members freely discussed content they wouldn’t dare utter in public.
“In my opinion, Siye Society should have directly notified us from the beginning, then we could have gone straight to the Pasupati Temple to seal it off. If that were the case, we wouldn’t have stirred up so many issues.”
“I don’t understand what’s good about believing in urban legends, handing over the initiative to others. If it were me, I’d be happy to!”
“Tsk tsk, you guys don’t know yet? Those monks in that broken temple may seem decent, but behind the scenes, they know how to have a good time better than anyone else. I saw two monks partying with girls in a nightclub when I went on vacation to Hyderabad last time…”
“When did you go to Hyderabad?”
“……” The man in silence exchanged glances with his girlfriend, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.
The next moment, the helicopter suddenly jolted violently, and an abnormal sound came from the rotor, breaking the silence.
“d*mn it, a bird crashed into the rotor!” the pilot said half in annoyance, half explaining, “It’s a minor issue; everyone don’t pay attention.”
The helicopter fell silent once more.
Under the deep night, the rapidly spinning rotor blades flung the shredded bird away, scattering a shower of plastic fibers and pale bl**d.
Minutes later.
Someone suddenly pointed out the window and let out a scream.
“Everyone, look! What the hell is that?!”
As they neared the Pasupati Temple, everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the outline of the temple and the surrounding small towns, as well as some horrifying sights.
The sky seemed to shimmer with auroras, radiating colorful glows, while numerous birds circled beneath the clouds, emitting disturbing screeches.
Upon them clung bizarre items; some had plastic straws jammed into their heads, others were wrapped in nylon fishing nets, and some were encased in torn shopping bags.
That sight evoked memories of creatures harmed by ocean waste seen in documentaries.
From a distance, it seemed as though an entire garbage dump’s refuse had flown into the sky!
On the ground, a completely pale monster crawled over the Pasupati Temple, moving slowly, resembling a giant snake or some creature magnified countless times.
Its seemingly sticky, bloody body constantly writhed, emanating a colorful mist, extending thick tentacles from time to time, trying to capture the flying birds.
On its back, what looked like a fuzzy texture upon closer inspection turned out to be figures.
Those figures, with half their bodies merged into the monster’s flesh, assumed various stances; some twisted and struggled, some were fierce and angry, while others closed their eyes in what appeared to be fervent prayers, their expressions devout.
Just watching, one could almost hear the screams of agony before their demise.
“d*mn it, what kind of monster is this? Those guys in Siye Society can’t really think we can deal with this level of urban legend, can they?”
“Stop talking nonsense! Ali, let’s go, quickly request backup from the organization!”
The helicopter erupted into chaos, but soon fell into a deathly silence.
“You… can’t go back.” The pilot said in a strange voice, slowly turning around. Only then did everyone see that his hands had somehow merged with the controls, and several pale strands of flesh extended from the dashboard, merging into his chest.
In the silence, the helicopter abruptly shook without warning, as if being dragged by something, plummeting towards the ground. However, the expected explosive crash did not occur.
The helicopter fell as though it had plunged into viscous liquid, creating not a single ripple or sound.
“Woo—!”
A chilling, eerie roar echoed in the sky above the Pasupati Temple.
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Luxianbei clearly remembered being flung away by Qing Ji and crashing against the mountainside. However, as her consciousness gradually began to awaken, she found herself lying in someone’s embrace.
As she stirred from her daze, she felt an intense pain throughout her body, yet also an indescribable sense of comfort.
That feeling was akin to having received a Thai massage from someone using the Vajra Palm.
Just then, she suddenly sensed someone drawing circles around her long hair at the top of her head, then leaning down to blow warm air into her ear.
In an instant, goosebumps erupted all over her, and her body shivered.
Right after that, a familiar voice rang in her ears.
“My Beibei, couldn’t defeat the Ancestor, scared to the core, wanted to find a place to cry, wa wa wa wa, so pitiful…”
“Shut up, nonsense, I didn’t!” Luxianbei retorted, opening her eyes to see the proxy player sister’s mischievous face, realizing she was resting on her thighs.
“How’s it? Have you ever experienced a thigh pillow? Feels pretty good, right?” The proxy player sister smiled, “It’s free, consider it a return treatment for regular customers.”
“By the way, do you want to try a breast pillow?”
Luxianbei, “…”
No need, I just experienced being the meat on the cutting board…
Speaking of which, I’ve already perfectly resolved the situation!
Why did she run out?
