RBCT Chapter 101 A lifetime of cultivation, yet unable to withstand even a single finger from Shen Yu.
Chapter 101 A lifetime of cultivation, yet unable to withstand even a single finger from Shen Yu.
As night deepened, the clock struck midnight, and the sound of the bell echoed softly through the Xishan villa area.
The once clear night sky was suddenly covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, so thick that not even a sliver of moonlight could penetrate.
A chilling gust of wind suddenly arose, causing the camphor trees around the villa to shake violently. The rustling of the leaves was mixed with faint, mournful cries that sent shivers down one's spine.
In the villa's living room, Lu Zongming was leading security personnel on a patrol of each floor when he suddenly shivered, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
He suddenly looked up at the window and saw a thick, impenetrable black fog surging toward the villa from all directions. Countless pale faces were twisted and clawed within the fog, as if they wanted to devour the entire villa alive.
"What is that?" A young security guard asked in a trembling voice, dropping his flashlight with a clatter to the ground.
"Oh no, it's Yin Sha!" Lu Zongming's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly took out his phone to contact Shen Yu, but found that the screen was completely black and there was no signal at all.
The black fog thickened and thickened, soon enveloping the entire villa completely.
The mist crashed violently against the barrier set up by Shen Yu, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound. The transparent surface of the barrier was covered with layers of eerie black patterns, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
Meanwhile, a few kilometers away on the summit of Qixia Mountain, flames flickered on the altar.
Liu Qingxuan had disheveled hair, his Taoist robe fluttering in the cold wind, and he wildly brandished his peach wood sword, his face twisted with fanaticism.
The black runes beneath his feet glowed with a faint red light, and eight earthenware jars sealed with Yin energy vibrated incessantly around the altar, emitting muffled thuds, as if something was about to break free.
"Master, maybe we should just give up." Chen Mo's face was ashen, and his legs were trembling like leaves. "This Three Yin Deadly Curse is too fierce. What if it backfires?"
"Count it? How can you count it!" Liu Qingxuan whirled around, his eyes filled with a murderous glint. "If we stop now, everything we've done will have been for nothing! Manli will be kicked out of the Jiang family, and we'll all die a horrible death!"
He abruptly splashed a bowl of black dog blood, emanating dark smoke, onto the center of the rune, shouting fiercely, "Three Yin Gathering Evil! Break!"
boom!
The eight ceramic jars exploded simultaneously, and the overwhelming Yin energy, like a black tsunami, roared and swept towards the direction of the West Mountain Villa.
Looking at the overwhelming, malevolent aura, Liu Qingxuan couldn't help but burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face: "Shen Yu! Jiang Xinlan! You're both dead! Let's see who can save you this time!"
"Once you're all dead, the Jiang family will belong to Manli! Then Wanhua and I can be together openly!"
In the villa's living room, Jiang Xinlan leaned against Shen Yu's chest, listening to the increasingly loud wailing outside, and subconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes.
Shen Yu lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice so gentle it could melt ice and snow: "Don't be afraid, they're just some dirty things that can't be brought to the table, they won't hurt you in the slightest."
He didn't even get up, remaining lazily leaning against the sofa, casually picking up the water glass from the bedside table. Looking out the window at the menacing Yin Sha, his eyes remained completely unmoved, as if he were watching a group of clowns jumping around.
"Mr. Shen! The barrier is about to break!" Lu Zongming rushed in, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Shen Yu gave a faint "hmm," lightly dipped his fingertip into the rim of the cup, and casually flicked it towards the window.
The moment that ordinary drop of water flew out of the window, it suddenly transformed into a dazzling golden light, like the rising sun, exploding in the black mist.
what! ! !
Countless agonizing screams rang out simultaneously. The malevolent evil spirits, upon encountering the golden light, vanished without a trace, like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.
The black fog that had originally covered the sky dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing completely in just three seconds.
The eerie wind stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight shone on the earth once more. Everything returned to calm, as if the terrifying scene from before had been nothing more than an illusion.
Lu Zongming stood there, dumbfounded, his mouth agape. He had expected a fierce and earth-shattering battle, but Shen Yu had solved everything with just a drop of water.
At the summit of Qixia Mountain, Liu Qingxuan's smile instantly froze.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, staring blankly at the empty night sky, utterly dumbfounded: "Impossible, this is impossible! My Three Yin Deadly Curse! I've cultivated the Three Yin Deadly Curse for ten years! How could it be broken so easily?!"
Before the words were even finished, a devastating backlash suddenly struck.
puff!
Liu Qingxuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ruins of the collapsed altar.
The gravel cut his skin, and the wood chips pierced his flesh, but he felt no pain. He only felt a cold force tearing at his meridians and devouring his cultivation.
"Master!" Chen Mo was terrified and rushed over to help him. But as soon as he touched Liu Qingxuan's arm, the remaining Yin energy that had been scattered went berserk and entered his body.
Ah!
Chen Mo let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body shriveling up at a visible speed. In just a few seconds, he turned into a pool of foul-smelling black water, leaving not even a bone behind.
Liu Qingxuan lay in the ruins, watching his most prized disciple die tragically before his eyes, and his eyes instantly turned red.
He is not willing!
He had painstakingly planned for twenty-six years, all for the sake of making his daughter the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, so that he could be with Liu Wanhua openly and legitimately. He couldn't afford to lose like this!
"Shen Yu! I'll fight you to the death!" Liu Qingxuan, as if possessed, suddenly broke the peach wood sword in his hand, dipped his fingertips in his own blood, and drew a strange rune on his chest.
"Using my lifeblood as a catalyst, and my cultivation as a sacrifice! Bloodthirsty Soul Devourer! Kill Jiang Xinlan!"
At the cost of his complete destruction of cultivation and the annihilation of his soul, he condensed a blood-red aura, which shot towards the West Mountain Villa like a venomous snake.
If he can't kill Shen Yu, then he'll kill Jiang Xinlan! Once Jiang Xinlan is dead, no matter how powerful Shen Yu is, he'll be useless!
Inside the villa, Shen Yu's previously calm gaze suddenly turned cold.
What he feared most was that someone would try to harm Jiang Xinlan.
"court death."
Shen Yu coldly uttered two words, without even turning around, but simply flicked his finger lightly in the direction of Qixia Mountain.
A barely perceptible golden spiritual energy shot out like lightning, instantly traversing several kilometers and striking Liu Qingxuan precisely in the chest.
"puff--"
Liu Qingxuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the altar. The altar collapsed instantly, splattering him with rubble and wood chips.
He lay on the ground, black blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes fixed on the direction of the West Mountain Villa, his face filled with disbelief and despair.
"How... is this possible..." he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible, "I've cultivated my whole life... how could I... not even be able to stop a single finger of yours..."