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Chapter 570: Love as Anchor, Shoes as Letter

"Pu Chuang, your conspiracy will not succeed." Ling Ye finally spoke, his voice hoarse but firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The spiritual energy around him began to surge, trying to break through the cage woven by Pu Chuang's words.

The spiritual energy was glowing, forming a sharp contrast with the cold fog around it. It seemed particularly dazzling in this depressing atmosphere.

Pu Chuang was unmoved, the smile on his face became even more intense, he shook his head gently, "You are too naive, Ling Ye. Do you think your willpower can resist all this? You are just struggling in vain."

There was a hint of pity in his tone, as if he was looking at a poor creature who was about to reach his end.

As his words fell, the surrounding fog surged again, and the invisible sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to crush Ling Ye completely.

At first, dots of dark red light shone through Lingye's skin, like ghost fire flickering in the darkness.

Then, the light quickly gathered and spread, instantly sweeping over his whole body like a surging tide.

In this light, there seemed to be countless twisted and greedy faces twisting and roaring, with their fangs and claws bared, urging Ling Ye to rush forward and tear the enemy into pieces. The strong smell of blood filled the depths of Ling Ye's consciousness.

The spirit bird perched on Lingye's shoulder instantly sensed this strange power fluctuation.

It was originally a bird of the spirit race, but was attracted by Lingye's unique spiritual spirit and was willing to perch on the shoulder of the enemy leader.

At this moment, the spirit bird flapped its wings in fear, its feathers stood up, and it made a sharp cry.

Its eyes were full of anxiety and vigilance, its round pupils kept shrinking, and its little head mechanically turned left and right, trying to find a way to escape from the dangerous aura.

Its claws scratched Lingye's shoulders restlessly, and its tiny nails dug into Lingye's clothes, leaving tiny marks.

Ling Ye could clearly feel the primitive and violent power in the blood of the Greedy Clan. It was like an awakened ancient ferocious beast, rampaging in Ling Ye's body.

Ling Ye's consciousness began to become a little blurry, and there was only one thought left in his mind: to destroy the enemy in front of him.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, veins bulged on the back of his hands, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and the muscles in his arms were as tight as steel, every muscle was filled with strength, ready to explode at any time.

However, at this critical moment, Lingye caught a glimpse of the Xulongtan not far away.

The water of Xulongtan is looming in the mist, calm and peaceful, yet exuding a mysterious depth.

Ling Ye seemed to have grasped the last straw. He suppressed the crazy impulse in his blood, concentrated all his energy, and extended his consciousness towards Xulongtan.

The moment his consciousness touched the water, it was like a slender feather gently falling on the water, and the water rippled extremely faintly, almost imperceptible, as if gently responding to his call.

Ling Ye slowly mobilized the power of the lake water, and the water began to become active. On the originally calm water surface, countless small streams began to converge and swirl.

These water flows are like flexible silk threads, interweaving and entwining with each other, as if constructing a mysterious and ancient formation.

As Ling Ye continued to guide, the power of the pool water continued to flow into his body.

That cool and peaceful power was like thousands of ice needles, piercing into his meridians that were filled with anger and greed.

Every time a bit of the power of the pool water entered, a subtle "hissing" sound could be heard, as if it was cutting off the crazy blood force.

Under the impact of the power of the pool water, the ignited blood of the Greedy Clan in Ling Ye's body began to flicker. The originally surging dark red light seemed to be covered by a layer of invisible frost and gradually became dim.

The urge to destroy everything seemed to be imprisoned by a solid layer of ice and gradually subsided.

But how could the Greedy Clan's bloodline be suppressed so easily? It struggled unwillingly.

Ling Ye felt that his body was like a battlefield, with two forces fighting fiercely. The power of the lake water was like a sharp blade, accurately cutting the crazy factor in his blood; while the blood of the Greedy Clan was like a resilient vine, desperately entwining and resisting.

"Pah, pah", in this fierce confrontation, Ling Ye seemed to hear a sound similar to ice breaking coming from his body.

That was the stubborn part of the Greedy Clan's bloodline that was shattered under the impact of the power of the pool water, and tiny cracks spread throughout the bloodline.

But at the same time, the blood was relying on its own tenacity to quickly repair and reorganize, and the dark red light was struggling and flickering under the ice like a trapped beast.

Ling Ye clenched his teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks to the ground, and instantly disappeared into the wet soil.

He increased the mobilization of the power of the lake water, and huge waves rose on the surface of the lake. Endless power rushed towards Lingye.

Finally, under the continuous impact of the power of the lake water, the crazy power in the Greedy Clan's bloodline was completely suppressed.

Ling Ye's eyes gradually regained clarity. He re-examined Pu Chuang in front of him and swore in his heart: "I will not let your conspiracy succeed. I will definitely protect the people around me."

At this time, the spirit bird gradually calmed down. It no longer fluttered in fear, but just stood quietly on Lingye's shoulder, watching everything that was about to happen with its bright eyes.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, veins bulged on his arms like angry little snakes twisting under his skin, his muscles tensed, every inch of his body filled with strength, as if he was going to rush over regardless of everything and beat Pu Chuang to pieces in the next second.

At this moment, Ling Ye caught a glimpse of Liu Miao behind the Lingqi Tree out of the corner of his eye.

She was curled up, trembling slightly, her bare feet were covered in mud and had faint traces of being scratched by stones.

Ling Ye's heart suddenly tightened, and all his anger disappeared in an instant, leaving only a heart full of heartache.

He shouted loudly to Lingqimu, "Miaoer, don't be afraid, I'll find you a pair of shoes later!" His voice was firm and powerful, and echoed in the fog for a long time.

After saying that, Ling Ye turned around and rushed to Gu Lanqing, the female disciple of Xiu Yanxu, in a few quick steps.

Because he was too anxious, his breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, and he asked: "Do you have shoes? Give me a pair!"

Gu Lanqing was startled by his sudden action. His eyes widened and he blinked blankly, his face full of surprise. After a long while, he stammered, "I... I only brought this pair."

Ling Ye was so anxious that he stamped his feet. Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. The sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground under his feet. His voice unconsciously rose: "I want a pair now. Please help me think of a way! I really can't get these women's shoes for the time being! Please!" His tone was full of anxiety and pleading.

Gu Lanqing was infected by his eagerness, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly turned to look at his senior brother Yan Zhaoheng beside him, and asked with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Senior Brother Yan, do you have a pair? I remember that my junior sister asked you to help her go down the mountain to buy things. I remember there are shoes."

Yan Zhaoheng was stunned for a moment, a look of realization appeared on his face, and then he quickly rummaged through his storage bag.

He fumbled in the storage bag for a while, and finally grabbed the pair of shoes. He handed them over swiftly and said, "Put them on first."

Seeing this, Ling Ye's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't wait to snatch the shoes. He quickly gathered spiritual power in his palm. The spiritual power surged in his palm, turning into an invisible but powerful force, sending the shoes steadily towards the Lingqi Tree.

At the same time, he drew out the Chixiao Sword, the sword body flashed with cold light, and the spiritual power around him surged like surging waves. He shouted suddenly, the sound was deafening, as if it could break through the thick fog.

He rushed towards Pu Chuang for a few steps, and after he stood still, he thrust the Chi Xiao sword into the ground, with the blade halfway buried in the soil. He held the hilt tightly with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged again. He shouted loudly: "Pu Chuang, don't even think about taking another step forward today!"

The sound was so majestic and intimidating that it even caused the surrounding mist to ripple slightly.

After roaring, Ling Ye took advantage of the moment when Pu Chuang was shocked by the momentum, turned around and took two steps at a time to jump behind the Lingqi Tree, his steps light but eager.

He squatted in front of Liu Miao, kneeling on one knee, his eyes instantly became gentle, full of heartache and concern. He carefully lifted Liu Miao's feet, his movements were as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure, gently wiped off the dirt on it, and said distressedly: "Miao'er, I'm sorry for making you suffer."

Then, he picked up the shoes and put them on Liu Miao skillfully and gently. He also tied the shoelaces carefully and said as he did so, "I'm here, and I won't let you get hurt again."