lcionline Chapter 1865
Chapter 1865
Chen Xuan glanced coldly at the old man from the Divine Banner Sect who was kneeling and begging for mercy. A golden light suddenly shot out from his fingertip—the light was as thin as a hair but unstoppable, like a lightning bolt piercing through the darkness of the mine. With a "plop," it pierced through the old man's brow and Niwan Palace.
The old man's eyes instantly lost their luster, and the last thing reflected in his cloudy pupils was the swarm of water and fire lotuses rushing towards him.
The enormous divine body lost its support and crashed onto the rubble with a "thud." It was then enveloped by layers of lotus flowers. As the petals tore at it, flesh and bones instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even ashes behind, and completely dissipated into the cold air.
In just over ten breaths, the noisy mine became completely quiet.
The countless water and fire lotuses gradually disappeared like a tide, their petals dissipating into specks of light that merged into the darkness.
Only the one that trapped Qiu Zixian was still quietly blooming. Its red and blue petals, illuminated by the ghostly blue phosphorescent light, glowed with a soft yet unassailable light, making her pale cheeks appear even more fragile.
"This little girl is quite lucky, actually inheriting the legacy of that ancient immortal." The little tower's voice suddenly rang in Chen Xuan's mind. The tower body floated deep in his sea of consciousness, ancient runes flashing with pale golden light, its tone carrying a hint of mockery;
"It's a pity that due to the limitations of the era, she didn't even manage to cultivate one-tenth of what was inherited."
He paused, and a mysterious technique flowed into Chen Xuan's mind like a stream: "Use this to forcibly drive her consciousness away."
Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow, memorized the secret technique, and slowly walked to the Water-Fire Lotus.
With a flick of the fingertip, the lotus flower shattered like a bubble, revealing the "Qiu Zixian" standing inside.
At this moment, the gentle charm of Qiu Zixian was gone from her eyes, replaced only by Xia Jiuyou's unique aloofness. Her pale blue eyes were full of inquiry, as if she were examining an interesting but difficult-to-understand treasure.
This time, she was only descending using her primordial spirit technique; her true body was far away in the Nine Netherworld Holy Land. She was not afraid of Chen Xuan's threat at all, and there was even a faint sneer on the corner of her mouth.
"Will you leave on your own, or will I use some means to severely damage your primordial spirit and drive you out?" Chen Xuan was too lazy to deal with her, his tone as cold as ice deep in a mine.
"I don't believe you have that kind of ability." Xia Jiuyou chuckled lightly, her eyes resolute. "If you really attack me, it will inevitably affect her primordial spirit—are you willing to do that?"
She took a half-step forward, closing in on Chen Xuan, her tone tinged with amusement, "Having only met her a few times, and as an adversary at that, is she worth your madness?"
After hearing Xiaota's confirmation, Chen Xuan cursed inwardly as a "crazy woman," but his face remained as cold and hard as iron: "I'll ask you one last time, are you coming or not?"
"I won't..." Xia Jiuyou was about to say "What can you do to me?" when she suddenly exclaimed, turned her head sharply, and covered her eyes tightly with her hands, but a little gap couldn't be left between her fingers. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and even the roots of her ears turned a burning red:
"W-what are you doing!"
Chen Xuan was completely uninhibited—his black robes suddenly transformed into streaks of light, dissipating like ink mist blown away by the wind, revealing the well-defined muscles of his upper body. Every inch of his bronze skin exuded power, and the black dragon tattoo on his chest seemed to come alive, its scales gleaming coldly in the dim light.
With another wave of his hand, the lower half of his robe was completely removed, revealing the ferocious dragon that was hidden among the dark clouds, swaying left and right as Chen Xuan stepped forward, and looking up at Xia Jiuyou's direction several times.
"Xia Jiuyou, don't you dare leave if you have the guts." Chen Xuan's voice carried a hint of provocation.
"Ah—! Chen Xuan, you shameless bastard!" Xia Jiuyou's voice was filled with shame, anger, and exasperation. She covered herself with her hands even tighter, her voice trembling. "You wait! Next time we meet, I'll skin you alive!"
wow——
A pale blue ray of light shot out from between Qiu Zixian's eyebrows, like a startled bird, instantly breaking through the darkness of the divine mine and flying towards the Nine Netherworld Holy Land, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Losing consciousness, Qiu Zixian's body went limp, and she plummeted towards the pile of rubble below. Chen Xuan quickly stepped forward and caught her firmly in his arms—
My fingertips touched her slightly cool cheek, her hair still covered with tiny pebbles, and her breathing was as light as a feather; she was clearly still struggling to recover from the agony of the struggle for consciousness.
He casually conjured a magic robe to wrap himself up, and then raised his hand to summon the magic treasures and storage rings left behind by the sixteen cultivators. These treasures and storage rings transformed into streams of light and flew into his hand. Even Qiu Zixian's dark immortal mansion was shrunk to the size of a palm and stored in his storage ring.
"Damn it, Xia Jiuyou." Chen Xuan looked down at Qiu Zixian, who was unconscious in his arms, his fingertips gently tracing her furrowed brows, his tone tinged with resentment.
"Next time we meet, you'd better be really strong—otherwise, see how I deal with you, you arrogant saintess."
As soon as he finished speaking, golden patterns of heaven and earth appeared around him, and ripples spread out in layers of space.
Holding Qiu Zixian in his arms, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished instantly into the darkness deep within the divine mine.
After several uses of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, golden spatial ripples exploded around Chen Xuan, instantly traversing the distance of three nebulae.
When he carried Qiu Zixian back into the "Worry-Free Immortal Paradise," the lotus flowers on the lake were still swaying in the moonlight, and the candlelight in the small building still shone faintly, as if they had never left.
Chen Xuan descended from the immortal abode and carefully placed Qiu Zixian on the jade bed in the inner room.
The jade bed gleamed with a soft, warm luster, which made her complexion appear more rosy.
It must be said that both Qiu Zixian and Xia Jiuyou were extremely beautiful—their eyebrows were like distant mountains, and their eyes were like autumn water. Even though they were unconscious at this moment, they still exuded a breathtaking beauty, surpassing all the female cultivators Chen Xuan had seen along the way.
"Kid, I thought you were just talking, but I didn't expect you to actually do it." Xiao Ta's voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"That woman who descended with her primordial spirit just now is no ordinary person; she has the entire Nine Nether Holy Land behind her. I advise you not to get involved in this mess. There are countless women in the world; why invite trouble upon yourself?"
Chen Xuan shook his head dismissively, his gaze falling on Qiu Zixian's sleeping face, his tone gentle: "A thousand years cannot buy my willingness. Don't say more, the word 'love' is not something a spirit like you can understand."
"You're so stubborn, I can't be bothered to talk to you." Xiao Ta muttered a couple of times, but her tone suddenly turned serious.
"Hey, I've got something good for you."
A vast and powerful torrent of information instantly flooded into Chen Xuan's mind—it was a secret technique called "Divine Soul Tower," with intricate runes like a star map, and every word exuding the pressure of the Eternal Realm.
"This is a secret defensive technique of the Soul Tower that my master created when he was distracted. After she cultivates it, if anyone tries to forcibly take over her body, it will be impossible unless they can break through this Soul Tower."
"Thank you." Chen Xuan felt a warmth in his heart, and gently ran his fingertips across Qiu Zixian's hand, memorizing the key points of the secret technique.
"This Soul Tower technique is the core inheritance of my master. You should also let your other Daoist partners practice it." The little tower instructed again, "In the future, when you go to the second line of defense in the universe, if you encounter a powerful being skilled in puppetry or a Soul cultivator who launches a sneak attack, you will be able to defend yourself and not have your mind instantly controlled."
"Mm." Chen Xuan nodded in agreement, and the little tower fell silent, no longer disturbing him.
Meanwhile, in the Nine Netherworld Holy Land, within the Holy Maiden's exclusive blessed land.
As soon as her primordial spirit returned to her body, Xia Jiuyou suddenly opened her eyes—her clear, light blue eyes were now filled with panic, her cheeks, the roots of her ears, and even her fair and slender neck were instantly flushed red, as if they had been stained with the finest rouge, and her delicate body was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.
"You shameless scoundrel Chen Xuan! As a genius of the Void Reversal Realm, I never expected you to be so shameless..."