novelhk Chapter 286 Thank you, Auntie, for the Thunder Crystal Marrow Liquid
Chapter 286 Thank you, Auntie, for the Thunder Crystal Marrow Liquid
Chapter 286 Thank you, Auntie, for the Thunder Crystal Marrow Liquid
One died, two remain.
A line of cold handwriting flashed through Chen Yi's mind.
The azure light shield completely collapsed with a cracking sound, sending light fragments flying everywhere.
The illusion dissipated, and the real Snake King Valley returned to view.
A figure covered in blood tore through the remaining turbulent spiritual energy and plunged straight into the depths of the herb garden without any pause.
Chen Yi, with his hair disheveled, didn't even glance around before kneeling on one knee beside the woman in the black dress the moment he landed.
The warm palm pressed heavily against Ning Bu'er's lower abdomen.
A burst of emerald green light erupted from the palm of his hand.
The life force that had been interrupted for five breaths surged into her body like a river bursting its banks.
Ning Bu'er's pale cheeks twitched slightly, and his eyeballs moved beneath his tightly closed eyes.
The nascent soul, which had stopped repairing, finally began to regenerate under the forceful infusion of life essence.
Only at this moment did this world seem to press the play button.
The sounds of wind, breaking grass and trees, and the breathing of cultivators in the distance all rushed in at once.
There was only one thing missing—the aura of the Black Serpent True Lord.
In the center of the battlefield, the once invincible Nascent Soul black snake had long since vanished.
Only a neatly dissected corpse remained on the ground, the cuts as smooth as a mirror, its internal organs spilling out, and even the nascent soul couldn't escape.
Chen Yi casually stuffed his storage bag into his pocket. He didn't have high expectations for the black snake's belongings; if the other party had any treasures, they would have taken them out long ago.
Dead silence.
The thousands of cultivators in the entire Snake King Valley forgot to even breathe at this moment.
Five breaths.
In just five breaths.
Their ancestor, who had dominated the world for two hundred years and reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, is gone just like that?
They didn't even have the chance to self-destruct their Nascent Soul and perish together with others?
All the disciples of Snake King Valley were stunned, their hands and feet were ice-cold, and they stared blankly at the mutilated corpse, then at the young man covered in blood in the herb garden.
The sky is falling.
Chen Yi ignored those ant-like gazes.
He gently pulled Ning Bu'er into his arms, placing his palm on her lower abdomen.
Five breaths later, the Nascent Soul's injuries did not worsen, and the life force that had been keeping him alive finally stabilized.
My tense back relaxed a little.
Chen Yi casually reached out and grabbed to the side.
A thousand-year-old blood ginseng, buried deep underground, burst forth from the soil, sending mud flying. Its body was crimson red, like blood, and its roots were still trembling slightly.
Click.
He took a big bite, like biting into a radish, and took half of it.
The crimson liquid flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the intensely potent medicine exploded in his mouth, turning into a torrent of heat that washed over his parched meridians.
Chen Yi chewed while looking up.
His divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire Snake King Valley.
Thousands of cultivators felt a chill on their heads, as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast. Many low-level Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining disciples collapsed to the ground with their legs giving way.
Chen Yi swallowed the ginseng meat in his mouth, his voice low and cold, brooking no argument: "The Black Serpent has been slain. I have no need to kill you ants."
"Ten breaths."
"Put down the storage bag and get out of Medicine King Valley."
"If you don't leave, you die."
The sound wasn't loud, and there was no deliberate shouting, yet it clearly penetrated the eardrums of everyone present.
Those few Core Formation cultivators were already terrified out of their wits, their backs soaked with sweat.
Upon hearing this, how could he dare to hesitate even for a moment?
Sect glory and master-disciple bond are all worthless in the face of the reality of a Nascent Soul cultivator's demise.
Splash!
Storage bags, magical artifacts, and spirit swords were rained down on the ground. Several Core Formation cultivators took the lead, channeling all their inner energy, and transformed into streaks of light as they frantically fled out of the valley.
A Core Formation Realm cultivator?
In the eyes of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
Chen Yi coldly surveyed the entire room, then suddenly raised an eyebrow.
"Um?"
He flicked his finger.
A single crystal of golden marrow flew out of his hand, tearing through the air with a sharp, explosive sound.
The golden light instantly traversed a distance of more than ten miles.
A mid-stage Core Formation cultivator who was flying close to the ground in the distance suddenly stopped.
Bang!
His upper body exploded into a cloud of blood mist before he could even scream.
Chen Yi made a grabbing motion in the air.
In the blood mist, an inconspicuous gray leather bag flew back and landed in his hand.
This is an invisible storage bag made from the hide of a special demon beast; it is difficult to detect if one's spiritual sense is weak.
Chen Yi forcefully pierced the bag with his divine sense.
Inside lay two precious medicinal herbs, brimming with spiritual energy. Their roots and stems were crystal clear, and their ages were clearly over 1,200 years, approaching the middle grade of the fourth rank.
This is the core essence of Snake King Valley, and this person wanted to take it away in the chaos.
"Invisible storage bag — hehe."
Chen Yi casually hung the bag on his waist, his cold gaze sweeping over the few people who were still hesitating.
"If there's one more, kill them all."
This incredible long-range kill shattered everyone's hopes.
The cultivators who had originally intended to keep their secrets now wished they could tear off their clothes and throw them on the ground.
No one dared to gamble on this killer's temper anymore.
In just over ten breaths.
The once bustling Snake King Valley was completely deserted, not even a single rat remained.
In the vast valley, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the medicinal herb fields could be heard.
No one bothered them anymore.
a few days later.
Deep within the medicinal fields of Snake King Valley lies the place with the most abundant spiritual energy.
Chen Yi sat cross-legged, his upper body bare.
The horrific injuries are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Along the rolled-up edges of the skin and flesh, countless tiny buds wriggled and intertwined wildly, gradually filling the crack.
The severed meridians are reconnected under the nourishment of the Dao of Life, becoming more resilient and smooth.
The newborn skin has a warm, jade-like color, yet it contains a breathtaking explosive power.
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A moment later, Chen Yi opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
He stood up, took out a brand-new blue robe from his storage ring, and put it on, covering his powerful body.
The most valuable legacy of the Black Serpent True Monarch was actually this storage ring. Chen Yi didn't care much for the other spiritual herbs and treasures, estimating they were worth a few hundred thousand spirit stones. He could dispose of them later when the time was right.
Chen Yi looked down.
Ning Bu'er, nestled in his arms, breathed steadily and deeply.
Although the nascent soul within her body was still dim, the shocking cracks had been carefully repaired by Chen Yi using the Dao essence of life.
Once the fatal wounds are healed, all that remains is weakness that needs time to recover.
"Not bad, at least the Nascent Soul cultivation level has been preserved."
Chen Yi smiled and reached out to tidy up the messy hair at her temples.
A pair of eyes were fixed on him.
Ning Bu'er had woken up at some point.
Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if she hadn't fully adjusted to the peace and tranquility that came after the ordeal.
"List----"
His voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.
"Is it worth it? What if you die from the final lightning strike while saving me?"
Chen Yi paused for a moment, then continued to straighten her clothes, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.
"So what if I die?"
"Death isn't actually that scary."
He looked up, the sunlight falling on Ning Bu'er's pale face, his gaze earnest.
"I'm more afraid that your injuries will be too severe to be cured, and that you'll be disabled for the rest of your life."
"If that's the case, even if I cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, it will still be full of regrets."
Ning Bu'er was stunned.
She stared intently at the man before her.
In the past few days, she could feel the continuous life force, which was Chen Yi consuming his own essence to prolong her life.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and glistening tears welled up in them.
She stared at Chen Yi for a long time, her chest heaving violently, before taking a deep breath.
"Fellow Daoist Chen."
Ning Bu'er suddenly spoke, her voice filled with an unprecedented determination and anticipation.
"Should we talk about the future between us?"
Scenes from Leifeng Pagoda flashed through my mind.
At that time, she was completely honest with Chen Yi, saying that she had no secrets from him anymore.
At that moment, Chen Yi backed down, saying, "Fairy Ning, the path to immortality is long; let's talk about it in the future."
But now.
The ground is littered with medicinal dregs, the Snake King Valley is deserted, and the Nascent Soul has regained its vitality.
It's all because of him.
Chen Yi looked into her eyes, which seemed to melt people's hearts, and opened his mouth.
That habitual excuse stuck in his throat, impossible to utter no matter what.
He was silent.
Seeing his expression, Ning Bu'er suddenly smiled.
A smile blossomed, her lips curving into a wide arc, so radiant that it made all the medicinal herbs in the valley pale in comparison.
She pursed her red lips, and with all her might, suddenly raised her arm.
She grabbed Chen Yi's neck and pressed her lips hard against his.
【well--】
Chen Yi sighed softly to himself.
This time, he didn't push him away.
Instead, he tightened his arms, pressing the soft yet burning hot body in his arms against himself.
Warm.
Sweet.
It was a feeling of relief after surviving a disaster, and also a release of emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.
Ning Bu'er closed her eyes, two streams of hot tears sliding down her cheeks and flowing between their lips and teeth, carrying a hint of saltiness, which made the kiss even more unforgettable.
God knows what she sacrificed for this moment.
a long time.
Lip points.
Ning Bu'er's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were sparkling, and she was as soft as water, wriggling in Chen Yi's arms like a restless little snake.
Those two long, straight legs unconsciously rubbed against Chen Yi's waist, unsure of where to put them.
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Chen Yi stiffened for a moment, then gave a wry smile.
Given her current dilapidated physical condition, the slightest mishap could damage her very foundation; she simply cannot withstand any further strain.
Chen Yi did not proceed to the next step.
"Alright, Fuji, let's take a break."
Chen Yi pressed down on her fidgeting hands, his voice slightly hoarse.
"You are only in the early stages of recovery from the Nascent Soul stage, but you have lost all your supernatural powers, and your combat strength is even weaker than that of the most ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator."
With a flick of his wrist, a dazzling Wind and Thunder Umbrella appeared in his hand, which he then handed over.
"Take this magical artifact for protection."
"Let's go find Aunt Xuan Yin and ask her if she has any way to help you restore your Demon Flame Divine Power."
Ning Bu'er took the umbrella but didn't even glance at it, simply nodding obediently.
"Okay, whatever you say."
She pressed her face against Chen Yi's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and couldn't help but smile.
Actually, if I can be with you like this, I don't even need my Demonic Flame Divine Power.
Anyway, you are my demonic flame~
She silently added to herself, a sweet feeling spreading through her chest.
Chen Yi raised his hand and waved it, and several golden rays of light entered the stone wall at the entrance of the valley. They were his unique magical imprints, deeply embedded in the rock strata as if cleaved by a knife and axe.
From this day forward, Snake King Valley will be removed from the list of protected areas.
This is Medicine King Valley.
After completing the name change, Chen Yi's gaze swept over the devastated battlefield.
With the fall of the Black Serpent True Lord, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered. Those cultivators who originally relied on this place had long since fled without a trace, leaving only a mess behind.
Chen Yi spread his divine sense, like a fine sieve sweeping across every inch of land.
He took several storage bags left in the grass into his palm.
His divine sense violently broke through the remaining restrictions, spilling out a pile of spirit stones, magical artifacts, and jade boxes.
Although most of it belongs to Golden Core cultivators and is not worthy of the attention of Nascent Soul cultivators, it is still good to accumulate it little by little and take it back to fill the family treasury.
He flashed and landed in the herb garden deep in the valley.
Several thousand-year-old purple monkey flowers and blood essence grass swayed in the wind, emitting an alluring medicinal fragrance.
Chen Yi casually plucked a thousand-year-old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum), didn't even wash off the mud, and directly stuffed it into his mouth to chew. Juice overflowed, and rich spiritual energy slid down his throat into his dantian, slightly making up for the deficiencies during his tribulation.
If an alchemist saw this way of eating peonies, he would probably beat his chest in frustration.
"The taste is acceptable."
The life force within his body was constantly replenished. During this trip, Chen Yi had harvested almost all the spiritual herbs that were over a thousand years old, leaving the ones under nine hundred years old for the successor of the Medicine King lineage, thus fulfilling his promise to the old Valley Master from back then.
Afterwards, Chen Yi gathered a point of spiritual light at his fingertips, which transformed into a sound transmission talisman and soared into the sky.
Then, Chen Yi, holding Ning Bu'er, transformed into a long rainbow and soared into the sky.
Ning Bu'er wrapped her arms around Chen Yi's neck, sitting in his lap as he lifted her into the air.
High in the sky, the clouds were shattered by the rapidly passing figure and scattered backward.
The sky cleared, and golden sunlight streamed down.
A gentle breeze stirred Ning Bu'er's flowing hair, revealing her pursed red lips.
She tilted her head slightly, looked at Chen Yi's resolute jawline, and revealed a stunning smile.
The smile no longer held its usual aloofness, but only pure joy.
Even the gentle breeze and clouds between heaven and earth seemed to lose their color at this moment.
Being sick isn't so bad after all!
Ning Bu'er hummed softly to himself and buried his head even deeper.
As long as he is there, this long journey to immortality doesn't seem so difficult to endure.
Medicine King Immortal City, a third-tier superior spiritual vein medicinal garden.
The Azure Fairy was sitting in the pavilion, opposite a middle-aged male cultivator dressed in brocade robes.
The male cultivator, named Zhao Yuanji, was at the peak of the Core Formation stage and a Nascent Soul seed of the Zhao family. At this moment, he was diligently pushing a youth-preserving spirit pearl, which was extremely rare in this world, in front of Qinglan.
"Fairy, this pearl was obtained by my Zhao family ancestor from an ancient ruin. Wearing it will preserve your youthful appearance."
Before the words were finished, a beam of light pierced through the protective array and hovered in front of Fairy Qinglan's brow.
Qinglan apologized and extended her divine sense to touch the spiritual light.
Chen Yi's calm voice boomed in his mind:
The Black Serpent is dead, and Snake King Valley has returned to the lineage of the Medicine King. Chen has fulfilled his promise to Old Valley.
If you advance to the Nascent Soul stage, you can lead the Medicine King's lineage back to the valley. At that time, I, Chen, will naturally return the spiritual veins, array plates, and other items to you.
The Azure Fairy's fingers tightened suddenly as she gripped the teacup, her knuckles turning white.
"Click."
She even managed to crack the fine jade teacup by squeezing it.
Zhao Yuanji was startled: "Fairy, has something happened?"
Qinglan ignored him, staring blankly at the void where the spiritual light had dissipated.
The black snake is dead.
That mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, who had been entrenched in Snake King Valley for hundreds of years and was infamous for his ferocity, is dead.
He died at the hands of a "junior" who had only recently formed his nascent soul.
In the past few days, the entire Qingyun Cave Heaven and even several surrounding cultivation kingdoms have been buzzing with the news of the earth-shattering calamity that befell the Star Moon Sect.
Tenfold lightning tribulation.
That's the kind of treatment only those who have reached the Divine Transformation stage are said to receive.
There are even stories circulating among the common people that Chen Yi is the reincarnation of a celestial being from the upper realm, and that he has a three-lifetime love affair with the fairy Ning family. He is so angry for his beloved that he defies the wrath of heaven.
Qinglan initially thought it was an exaggeration.
After all, in a life-or-death battle between Nascent Soul cultivators, even if one cannot win, the Nascent Soul cultivator can usually escape.
But the calm and confident tone in Chen Yi's message clearly indicated that he was describing a trivial matter.
She suddenly remembered several years ago.
Before her death, her master held her hand and urged her to give the exquisite Nascent Soul Pill to Chen Yi. He even hinted that if she could become Chen Yi's Daoist partner, the revival of the Medicine King lineage would be possible.
At that time, she was proud and arrogant. Although she did not openly refuse, she only regarded Chen Yi as a fellow practitioner with good potential. She did not really lower herself to befriend him. She even disobeyed her senior uncle and sacrificed her own essence to refine the Concentration Pill for Chen Yi, making Chen Yi owe her even more favors.
Now it seems she missed something.
Chen Yi is now considered by various forces to be an unparalleled prodigy on par with Ji Wuchen and the Fairy of Emptiness.
Those are figures destined to stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world in the Central Plains within the next three to five hundred years.
The Azure Fairy snapped out of her daze and turned her light to Zhao Yuanji, who was standing opposite her.
This Zhao family Golden Elixir cultivator was still going on and on about the wonders of the Youth-Preserving Pearl, his eyes revealing an undisguised fawning and eagerness.
Although both are Nascent Soul seeds, the person before him is like a firefly compared to the bright moon when compared to Chen Yi.
An indescribable sense of utter boredom welled up inside me.
She suddenly felt that the entire garden in spring had become dull and boring.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao." Fairy Qinglan put down her cracked teacup, her tone turning somewhat cold. "I'm not feeling well today, and this Youth-Preserving Pearl is far too precious. You should take it back."
Zhao Yuanji's smile froze, completely bewildered as to why the fairy, who had been chatting so amiably just moments before, had suddenly changed her expression.
Qinglan stood up, looked in the direction of Qingfeng Ridge, and sighed deeply.
Some opportunities are like shooting stars.
If you can't catch it, you can only watch it streak across the night sky, and then there will be no more connection.
Half a day later.
Qingfeng Ridge.
The area is shrouded in mist, with a rich spiritual energy that flows slowly through the mountains.
This place was originally a mid-grade fourth-order spiritual vein. Now, thanks to the care of Master Xuan Yin and his disciples, the surrounding vegetation seems to have absorbed a trace of vitality, appearing exceptionally lush and verdant.
Two streaks of light pierced through the clouds and drifted down.
Chen Yi put his arm around Ning Bu'er's waist and lightly touched a blue stone with his toes.
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Ning Bu'er's face was still pale as she leaned against Chen Yi's chest. Her eyes, which were always burning with demonic flames, now appeared somewhat dim, but she had a tenderness she had never shown before, like that of a little girl.
The cave gate suddenly burst open.
Chen Yi did not linger and led her straight into the secret room.
Inside the secret room, warm jade was laid on the floor.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun sat cross-legged on the futon at the head of the table, his face flushed with an unnatural redness.
She waved to the two of them as they entered.
Ning Bu'er obediently walked over and sat down in front of her master.
Xuan Yin extended two fingers and placed them on Ning Bu'er's wrist, his fingertips pulsating with demonic energy as he probed his disciple's condition.
The secret chamber was so quiet that the only sound could be the dripping of the spiritual spring.
a long time.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun withdrew his fingers, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and a trace of fatigue and relief flashed in his eyes, which were always full of killing intent.
"fine----"
She murmured softly, as if speaking to herself.
"Bu Er, I never expected you to be so badly injured. Fortunately, your nascent soul was preserved. As long as your nascent soul foundation is not destroyed, there is always a chance to start over."
At this point, Xuan Yin felt a pang of self-reproach.
As her master and protector of the ancient demon lineage, she should have been protecting her disciple.
However, she was entangled by the Qingyun Ancestor and watched helplessly as her disciple was severely injured by a finger while trying to buy time for Chen Yi, which damaged his nascent soul and destroyed his supernatural powers.
Nothing is perfect, and even Xuan Yin cannot take care of everything.
Fortunately, Ning Bu'er was rescued by Chen Yi.
"Xiao Chen, your healing power is quite good. Although Bu Er has lost the Demon Flame Divine Power, his Nascent Soul's overall foundation is still intact, and there is still hope for the future."
Chen Yi, however, looked grave and asked, "Aunt Xuan Yin, I would like to ask, is there any way to restore Bu Er's demonic flames?"
The way he called out "Little Aunt Xuan Yin" was extremely natural and smooth.
Ning Bu'er's body stiffened slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she secretly raised her eyes to look at her master.
She had assumed that given her master's violent temper, he would surely reprimand Chen Yi for his lack of respect, since the demonic path valued strength above all else, and even though Chen Yi was now incredibly powerful, he was still a step below in seniority.
To everyone's surprise, Xuan Yin Zhenjun merely twitched his eye and gave Chen Yi a disapproving look, thus tacitly accepting the title.
"You little rascal, you know how to take advantage of a situation."
Xuan Yin snorted, then his expression turned serious, and he tapped his knee lightly with his fingers.
"The Nine Yin Demon Flame is a secret technique passed down only by my ancient demon lineage. Once the Dao patterns are broken, it is impossible to reassemble it using ordinary methods."
Her brows were furrowed, as if she were recalling a secret from extremely long ago.
"This matter may require us to return to the Demonic Path Main Hall in the Monster Mountain Range to investigate. Our Ancient Demonic lineage has a history dating back tens of thousands of years. If we can find the original inheritance site of the Nine Yin Demonic Flame and obtain the original spiritual object of the Demonic Flame, there may be a chance to restore the Demonic Flame Dao Pattern."
Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Chen Yi's eyes.
As long as there is a road, there is no need to fear how far it is.
After a moment's thought, he said, "Alright. Let's rest here for a while, and then make this our top priority."
"Fuji needs to heal his injuries, and I also need to stabilize my realm."
Chen Yi's gaze fell on Xuan Yin, and his tone was sincere: "As for Lin Shengyun of Qingyun Cave Heaven and Xuan Gang of Vajra Temple, I will go to find them myself once Bu Er recovers his supernatural powers."
The request for a break was not solely for Ning Bu'er's sake.
Chen Yi could see clearly that Aunt Xuan Yin's condition was not much better than Bu Er's at the moment.
Her essence was depleted and her soul was severely overdrawn. In order to deal with the Qingyun Ancestor, who was also in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, she obviously used some kind of secret technique that consumed a lot of vital energy.
If he were to encounter another formidable enemy, he might not even be able to unleash 30% of his full strength.
Xuan Yin looked at the young man who had just formed his Nascent Soul, and for a moment he saw himself in him, a kind of extreme calmness and confidence.
"Alright."
Xuan Yin waved his hand, "Let's rest first. I really need to rest after this battle."
Chen Yi and Xuan Yin Zhenjun sat facing each other, with Ning Bu'er sitting beside them. The three of them exchanged information briefly.
When the battle in the Nine Heavens was mentioned, a hint of pride appeared on Xuan Yin Zhenjun's pale face.
She casually tidied her messy hair at her temples, her tone languid, as if she were talking about a trivial visit to her neighbor's house.
"That old codger thinks he can't do anything to me because he relies on the tortoise shell that Qingyun Cave has accumulated over ten thousand years."
Ha, the Azure Cloud Light Ball is indeed tough, but my Nine Yin Demon Flame is no pushover either.
At the cost of some of his own essence, he directly blew up his tortoise shell and burned his old face.
In this battle, that old man's essence was damaged, and the Azure Cloud Light Cluster was completely destroyed. It won't recover for at least a thousand years. The Azure Cloud Ancestor also suffered a loss of lifespan and is estimated to be nearing the end. If no one in the late Nascent Soul stage emerges from the Azure Cloud Cave Heaven within a hundred years, it's hard to say whether the cave heaven's heritage can be preserved..."
She spoke casually, but Chen Yi was alarmed.
Who is the Qingyun Ancestor? He is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who has controlled the Moon Lake region for hundreds of years.
The danger and cost of destroying the Qingyun Light Cluster, which has been passed down for ten thousand years, are far greater than they sound when spoken of.
Although Xuan Yin Zhenjun was barely managing to keep her breath, the exhaustion in her eyes and the occasional uncontrollable trembling of her fingertips indicated that she had paid a heavy price.
As for the underground side, Chen Yi protected Ning Bu'er as she withstood ten layers of lightning tribulation. Ning Bu'er saw the hardships she endured and felt the pain in her heart. At this moment, she stood tightly beside Chen Yi without saying a word.
Chen Yi's gaze fell on Xuan Yin Zhenjun's slightly ashen left shoulder, where a faint wisp of green energy lingered and could not be dispelled.
"Aunt Xuan Yin, how are your injuries? Would you like me to use my Azure Azure magic to heal you?"
Chen Yi spoke sincerely, not just as a formality, but also out of gratitude for this elder's desperate protection of his path.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yin Zhenjun glanced at Chen Yi and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
"That's thoughtful of you, little one."
She waved her hand, "You should take back your little bit of magic power."
To heal your aunt's injuries, which are at the late Nascent Soul stage, you'd need to have at least a mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivation level.
"Your Azure Magic is wonderful, but it's just a drop in the ocean. Save it for Bu Er; I, your aunt, have no use for it."
Chen Yi wasn't annoyed; he simply nodded.
"All right.
I heard from Bu Er that you might need this, Auntie. I was thinking that since I had just condensed a small amount, I would give it to you to use first.
It seems I was overthinking things. I'll put it away and practice some more later.
Before he finished speaking, Chen Yi raised his right palm and slightly curled his fingers together.
sizzle.
A faint yet soul-piercing explosion rang out.
A pale golden liquid slowly appeared in his palm.
The liquid was not still, but rather formed by the compression of countless extremely minute arcs of lightning, with each flow accompanied by a slight distortion of space.
The moment it appeared, the cold, demonic energy in the surrounding air was instantly expelled.
Ning Bu'er's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back. His newly recovered nascent soul felt an instinctive stinging pain.
That is the natural enemy of the Nine Yin Demon Flame.
The nonchalant expression that Xuan Yin Zhenjun had been wearing on his lips instantly froze.
She suddenly straightened her back, her eyes, which always carried a hint of languid charm, widened and stared intently at Chen Yi's palm.
My consciousness subconsciously swept over it, and then a sharp, needle-like pain returned to me.
Extremely masculine and vigorous, pure and flawless.
"Thunder Crystal Marrow Liquid?"
Xuan Yin Zhenjun's voice rose a notch, his previous composure gone.
"You can create something like this now? Aren't you just a fourth-tier player—"
This thing is usually only produced in small quantities by those who have cultivated a lightning body in the mid-to-late stages of the fourth rank, or deep within the core of certain Heaven and Earth Lightning Pools.
How could Chen Yi, a junior who has just reached the fourth level of physical body cultivation, possibly be able to do this?