Daoying

Chapter 730: Borrowed Knife and Shackles

Xie Huan tapped the tea table with his fingertips, his eyes moving between Qingming and Shang Jin, with a faint smile on his lips: "Now that you are all of the same blood, we all prosper together and suffer together. I hope you can work together."

Qing Ming's face was uncertain, and he said in a deep voice: "Since the Black Abyss creatures attacked the island half a year ago, the seal has become a key location. Taking the Akas fragment is more dangerous than entering the Human King Palace that year. Moreover, once the seal is lost, the Black Abyss creatures will come out in full force, and the entire Yuanyang Sea cultivation world will be doomed."

"It doesn't matter."

Xie Huan stroked the teacup gently: "I have my own way to replace it. I only need to take the fragments and leave the seal intact."

Qing Ming's eyes flickered, and after a moment of contemplation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Even so, I'll be frank. The current situation on the island is complicated, and the head of my Qing family has broken through to the late stage of the Spiritualization."

"what?!"

The teacup in Song Bai's hand trembled, and Shang Jin's body was even more shocked: "Are you serious?"

Qingming snorted coldly and looked straight into the void, not even glancing at the two of them out of the corner of his eyes.

"You mean, the Qing family has threatened the Zhang family's status?"

Xie Huan keenly grasped the key.

"Your Majesty, it's clear."

Qing Ming lowered his voice, "Zhang Wuhen is narrow-minded and has always excluded the four families. Now that my Qing family has produced a late-stage Spiritualization Master, how can he be willing to accept this? I'm afraid he will cause trouble."

"No wonder."

Song Bai said thoughtfully: "The head of my Song family has been looking worried these days. I thought it was because he was worried about the Black Abyss."

Xie Huan asked: "In that case, where is the chance?"

Qing Ming pondered and said, "First, we can take the stone while the chaos is going on, but the risk is too great and we might become the enemy of the entire island. Second..."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Xie Huan, "If you cooperate with my Qing family, maybe we can achieve this without bloodshed. After all, you only want the fragments, not the seal."

Xie Huan closed his eyes and thought. In the scent of tea, an elusive look flashed across his brows.

Song Bai and Shang Jin looked at each other, and both saw a hint of uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Although they were both in the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation, Qingming was the nephew of the head of the Qingjian family, so his status was already superior. Now that Qingjian had broken through to the end of the Spiritual Transformation, the Qing family was even more powerful, and the two of them were dwarfed by each other.

"I'm afraid it's not Zhang Wuhen who wants to cause trouble."

Xie Huan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming like lightning, "But your Qing family wants to cause trouble, right?"

Qing Ming's body stiffened slightly, then he bowed deeply, his face calm as usual, "My Lord, you are very observant."

Xie Huan smiled and said, "It seems like you are planning for me, but in fact you want to borrow this knife from me, right?"

Qingming's face changed slightly, and he was about to speak, but Xie Huan raised his hand to stop him: "It's okay for everyone to take what they need. You can arrange this matter. If there is any mistake——"

Xie Huan suddenly pinched his fingers, and a cold blue light burst out from his fingertips, condensing into a strange rune in the air.

Qingming was struck by lightning, and purple and black lines appeared on his meridians, as if thousands of poisonous insects were gnawing at his blood. What was even more terrifying was that his soul was grabbed by an invisible force, and three inches of his head were pulled out.

The soul that looked exactly like Qingming had a distorted face and was desperately scratching the non-existent shackles around his neck with his hands.

"grown ups……"

Qingming screamed in horror, but no sound came out of his throat and blood began to seep from all his orifices.

Xie Huan gently retracted his fingers, and the dark blue runes dissipated like smoke.

Qingming's whole body was shaking violently, and he staggered back three steps the moment his spirit returned to his body. His face was as pale as paper, and his clothes were completely wet.

"My subordinates will definitely complete the mission!"

Qing Ming clasped his fists in fear, then left in a hurry. Xie Huan turned his gaze to Song Bai and Shang Jin: "You two should go down as well, and wait for orders at any time."

"Yes!"

The two men trembled with fear and retreated in a hurry as if they had been pardoned.

Xie Huan's mind moved slightly, and the figures of Baohua Village Chief Bai Shi and Hei Lie appeared in front of him.

"You go into the island and investigate, and pay attention to changes in the situation on the island, especially the remaining traces of the Black Abyss aura - see if it is related to the Earth Spirit." He ordered lightly.

"Yes."

A faint light flashed in Heili's eyes. As a Black Abyss creature in the Domination Realm, he was extremely sensitive to the aura of the same origin.

Bai Shi nodded calmly, and the two of them turned into two beams of light, one black and one white, and disappeared silently outside the courtyard.

After the two left, Xie Huan flicked his sleeves, turned around and went into the secret room to meditate.

……

The world of precious flowers, the top of the mountain.

Xie Huan's transformed body suddenly appeared, but the scene before him made him frown slightly——

Feitong curled up in a piece of blood-colored petals, the blood and energy in her body were in disorder like a raging storm, the slave seal between her eyebrows flickered, and the fragments of her soul showed signs of collapsing.

"To be so weak..."

Xie Huan raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and a clear light like glass emerged from his palm, which was the world power of "true self-nature". The halo was like a veil, slowly wrapping around Fei Tong's trembling body, suppressing the violent blood and energy bit by bit.

"Owner?"

Fei Tong seemed to sense something and raised her eyes with difficulty. Her teardrop mole was soaked with blood and sweat, making her face even paler. She subconsciously wanted to struggle to stand up and salute, but Xie Huan held her shoulders.

"do not move."

Xie Huan gathered a ray of golden light on his fingertips and passed it through the slave seal between her eyebrows. He said in a deep voice: "The backlash of the blood contract is continuing, corroding your soul. You forcefully called upon your power and almost destroyed your foundation."

Fei Tong groaned, and the blood and energy in her body were forcibly gathered. The severe pain made her fingertips dig deeply into her palm: "I am causing trouble for the master again, why don't you let me disappear, so that the master will have one less burden."

Xie Huan leaned forward and approached, lightly lifting Fei Tong's chin with his fingertips: "Your life is mine, life and death are decided by me, your wishes do not count."

Fei Tong's pupils suddenly shrank, and a hint of blood suddenly appeared on her pale cheeks. She whispered, "Yes, the master's order, Fei Tong will obey."

Xie Huan released his hand and continued, "My power of 'Shenzhen' can instantly heal injuries, but it can only be used once a year. I have already used it when I fought you before. If I wait another year, I can save you. But if you can save yourself, it will save me this effort."

Fei Tong stroked the slave seal between her eyebrows with her fingertips and whispered, "The backlash of the blood contract is like a ulcer attached to the bone. Just now, the master used the power of the world to suppress it. Fei Tong suddenly felt a little relieved. If I can borrow another ten points of true power, I may be able to temporarily suppress this curse."

"Simple."

Xie Huan flicked his sleeves lightly, a clear light flowed in his palms, and a ray of the world's power condensed at his fingertips and gently touched her brow.

Her rosy eyelashes trembled slightly, her red lips slightly opened, and she uttered a low "hmm", which sounded like both pain and relief.

When Xie Huan heard the voice, he felt an inexplicable heat rising in his lower abdomen, like a wildfire that spread across the prairie and burned all over his limbs in an instant.

His eyes sank slightly, and he saw Feitong kneeling on the ground, her black hair disheveled, the teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes shining brightly from the light sweat, and a sickly blush floating on her pale face.

Between her slightly parted red lips, you can vaguely see her teeth biting lightly, clearly enduring the pain, yet revealing an indescribable charm. Her shirt is half-undone, her collarbone is as sharp as a knife, and further down is...

Xie Huan suddenly closed his eyes and swallowed hard. The poem "The Joy of the Intercourse of Yin and Yang between Heaven and Earth" involuntarily emerged in his mind.

(End of this chapter)