White tea legend

Chapter 255: Soul Devouring Technique
As her consciousness gradually became clear, Madam Yao Si felt a little dizzy.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a sparsely furnished room.

A few pieces of shabby furniture were piled in the corner, and an oil lamp emitted a faint light, illuminating the room.

She tried to get up, but found that her body was locked by a thick iron chain. The chain was cold and heavy, one end was fixed to the wall, and the other end was tightly bound to her wrist.

"You finally woke up." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded. Madam Yao Si turned around and saw a golden turtle lying at the door, looking at her sinisterly.

"How can a turtle talk?"

Madam Yao Si felt a surge of panic in her heart, but she suppressed her emotions and tried to remain calm.

"Are you the Great Turtle Immortal?"

"I'm sorry, my cultivation is not enough. I'm still a demon."

"What do you want to do? Why did you bring me here?" Madam Yao Si's heart was pounding.

What did he want to do by arresting her?
The turtle's heart was also pounding.

He wanted to do to Miss Yao Si what only men and women could do, just like the Third Prince Long usually bullied those decent women.

Jin Buhuan slowly crawled towards Miss Yao Si.

It's just too slow.

Jin Buhuan simply stood up from the ground. He was no longer a turtle, but a human being. However, he was an ugly human being. His face was covered with golden powder, and his neck, body and arms were all covered with it. He looked like a clown performing an opera.

"What are you doing?" Madam Yao Si screamed in fear as she saw the approaching Jin Buhuan.

Jin Buhuan pressed Lady Yao Si onto the bed...

Madam Yao Si struggled desperately, shouting, resisting, grabbing and kicking like a ferocious little lioness.

Jin Buhuan's face was scratched by Yao Si Niangzi, leaving a bloody mark. Jin Buhuan jumped off the bed angrily, pointed at Yao Si Niangzi and cursed: "Why are you so kind to Zhuo Lao San, but so fierce to me? If I become like this, will you still be fierce?"

As Jin Buhuan spoke, he transformed into a handsome young man.

That was the handsome human appearance that the Third Prince Long gave him before he came to Chang'an.

With this beautiful face, Jin Buhuan once again pounced on Lady Yao Si...

Lady Yao Si still struggled desperately, resisted, punched and kicked Jin Buhuan, and even bit Jin Buhuan's ear...

Jin Buhuan jumped off Yao Si Niangzi again. He stood on the floor with bloodshot eyes, covering his ears, looking at Yao Si Niangzi in confusion.

"Aren't you humans all about looks? Don't you women all like good-looking men? Why do you still treat me like this?"

Jin Buhuan really couldn't understand why when Miss Yao Si looked at him now, there was only hatred and anger in her eyes, which was not even as gentle as the look in her eyes when she looked at a turtle on Mount Taimu.

What's going on.
"I don't care what kind of monster you are. If you want to use force, I'm just a mortal. I can't beat you. But don't even think about making me surrender. No matter how beautiful your appearance is, you're still ugly inside. Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!"

Madam Yao cursed angrily and spat at Jin Buhuan.

Outside the room, there was a clamor of people, like a boiling oil pan, the noise was deafening. The crisp sound of dice rolling in the bowl, the sound of Pai Gow falling heavily on the table, and the shouts of gamblers in surprise or frustration...

"Haha, I won!" Someone laughed loudly as if he had won the whole world.

"Impossible, let's play another round!" Some people lost so much that their faces turned pale and they roared in unwillingness.

These voices interweave together, like devilish sounds piercing the ears, constantly eroding people's minds.

Madam Yao Si frowned, she understood.

"You are the monster who opened the mysterious gambling den that made Chang'an City so smoky and foul, right? You will be punished for what you did!"

At this point, is Jin Buhuan still afraid of retribution? He wanted to cultivate Taoism, but he met Miss Yao Si, and he became worldly-minded. The road to cultivating immortality has been blocked. He is attached to the mortal world and wants to follow his beloved, but Miss Yao Si doesn't like him, but likes the honest Zhuo Lao San...

Facing the beautiful lady Yao Si in front of him, Jin Buhuan was so desperate that he decided to take the retribution. It would be a great honor to die under the peony flowers and be a romantic ghost.

So Jin Buhuan pounced on Lady Yao Si once again...

Miss Yao Si faced the turtle head in despair. She thought that she had no way to escape this time, so she silently chanted Zhuo Lao San's name in her heart and closed her eyes...

Zhuo Laosan, Zhuo Laosan, will I be able to see you again in this life?

Madam Yao Si shed tears of despair.

Suddenly, two beams of light appeared in the room, and the dead turtle was pulled over by a mysterious force. Madam Yao Si successfully escaped.

Yao Si Niang thought she was hallucinating until someone called her, "Si Niang, Si Niang..."

Yao Si Niang opened her eyes in disbelief, looked at the person in front of her, and burst into tears.

It’s actually white tea!
"Sister Bai Cha..." Madam Yao Si hugged Fairy Bai Cha and cried loudly. This scene really scared her. Fortunately, Bai Cha arrived in time and they were safe.

Bai Cha used his magic power to firmly control Jin Buhuan.

On the side, the Ninth Prince Ao Qian said, "My benefactor, please send Miss Yao Si back first. I will go and settle accounts with my third brother!"

Bai Cha nodded, took Madam Yao Si's hand, turned around and disappeared from the room.

Ao Qian looked at Jin Buhuan in the corner with disdain, but he used the wall-walking technique to pass through the wall of the room and went directly to the casino.

Inside the casino, the lights were dim, and the air was filled with thick smoke and greed. Gamblers sat around the gambling table, their eyes flashing with fanaticism and despair. They bet madly, as if they were bound here by invisible chains and couldn't extricate themselves.

There was a faint black demonic aura lingering around everyone, which emanated from their hearts, like the embodiment of greed, anger, and jealousy in their hearts.

As the gambling progressed, the black air became thicker and thicker, gradually forming a black vortex above the casino, constantly devouring the gamblers' minds and souls.

The Third Prince of Long stood aside, his figure looking distorted and strange in the dim light of the casino. His eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, staring closely at the evil spirits.

As he breathed, the evil spirit seemed to be attracted to him, transforming into black streams that continuously flowed into his mouth and nose.

The Third Prince Long gradually showed an intoxicated look on his face. He was practicing a forbidden technique - the Soul Devouring Technique.

This technique can devour the negative emotions in other people's hearts and transform them into one's own power. However, this power is full of evil and curses, and if you are not careful, it will backfire and make you lose your mind.

As the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace continued to devour, the evil spirit in the casino became thicker and thicker, and the gamblers became more and more crazy.

They tore at each other, roared, and some even began to hurt themselves, just for the illusory victory and greedy desires. The entire casino seemed to have turned into a hell on earth, full of madness and despair.

The Ninth Prince Ao Qian stood in the gambling house, his brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with anger and disappointment. Seeing his third brother practicing evil magic with his own eyes, he was shocked and sad.

Ao Qian took a deep breath, suppressed his inner anger, and walked over slowly. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to step on the dark cloud of the casino, shaking it apart.

"Third brother! How can you practice such evil skills here?" Ao Qian's voice was cold and powerful, echoing in the casino like a thunder.

The Third Prince of Long slowly turned around, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a sneer. "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be my good brother Ao Qian. Why, did you come here to persuade me to turn back?"

Ao Qian stared closely at the eyes of the Third Dragon Prince. He saw the deep depression and confusion in him, as well as the uncontrollable greed and desire. "Third brother, I know you are depressed, but practicing evil skills is definitely not the right way. Come back with me to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and we will protect the East China Sea together."

Upon hearing this, the Third Prince Long looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter full of sarcasm and disdain.

"Protect the East China Sea? You were trapped in Jiulongtan, and the East China Sea was originally mine. But you didn't stay in Jiulongtan, but came back to the East China Sea to grab my territory. Why are you pretending to be a good person here now? Ao Qian, do you think you are the savior? The power I have today is something you can never imagine. Why should I go back with you and continue to be the despised Third Prince of the Dragon?"

After saying that, the Third Prince of Long waved his hand fiercely, and a powerful black energy attacked Ao Qian. But Ao Qian did not move, and just uttered a word softly: "Break!"

In an instant, the black gas seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and disappeared without a trace.

Light blue light emerged around Ao Qian. It was the power of the dragon from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. It was pure and sacred, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness in the casino.

When the Third Prince Long saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but more of it was anger and jealousy. "Okay, since you want to stop me, don't blame me for not thinking about our brotherhood!"

After saying that, he flashed and turned into a black mist and rushed towards Ao Qian. The two started a fierce battle in the gambling house. Every collision caused the city of Chang'an to shake. People on the ground thought that there was an earthquake in Chang'an.

The two brothers fought from underground all the way up to the sky.

The sky above the casino was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled.

The duel between the two princes has reached a more intense moment.

There seemed to be a divine dragon singing behind Ao Qian, and each strike contained the vast power of the sea, purifying the filth and darkness of the magic power of the Third Prince Long.

The Third Prince Long was completely immersed in the powerful force brought by the Soul Devouring Technique. His moves were fierce and overbearing, and every time he slapped his palm, a black whirlwind carried the cries of countless wronged souls, trying to tear apart Ao Qian's protective blue light.

"Brother, stop it! Your power is eating away at your essence. If you continue like this, you will completely lose yourself!" Ao Qian warned loudly while defusing the attack of the Third Long Prince. He was reluctant to use force on his brother, but he still had to do his best to resist the violent force.

Upon hearing this, Prince Long San gave a grim smile: "Lose myself? So what! As long as I can have power, I will not hesitate even if I have to turn into a demon!" After saying that, he clasped his hands together and pulled them apart suddenly. Countless black silk threads wrapped around Ao Qian like a spider web.

These black silks rot everything they touch, and even the air is corroded, making a hissing sound.

Ao Qian knew that this was a forbidden technique in the Soul Devouring Technique - Soul Spider Silk, which could absorb the life force of everything it touched. He didn't dare to take it head-on, and quickly drew his sword and swung it out. Wherever the sword passed, all the spider silk was cut off.

"If you insist on doing so, don't blame me for being merciless!" Ao Qian's tone turned cold. He knew that if he continued like this, not only would the Third Prince Long be doomed, but the entire casino and even the living beings nearby would suffer a devastating disaster.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Qian flashed and transformed into a gigantic sea dragon, with azure scales shining with light. This was his true form, and also the strongest combat form of the East China Sea dragon clan.

The sea dragon opened its mouth and spewed out sharp water arrows. Each arrow was like a sharp sword, piercing through the black fog and hitting the vital point of Prince Long San.

Upon seeing this, the Third Dragon Prince also transformed into a jet-black dragon and started a shocking aerial duel with Ao Qian.

The rolling and flapping of the two giant dragons made the dark clouds above the casino even thicker, with thunder and lightning intertwined, as if it was a sign of the end of the world.

Every collision made a deafening noise, and every roar made the surrounding buildings shake. The people in Chang'an who didn't know what was going on had already fled, leaving only empty streets.

In the sky, the silhouettes of two dragons intertwined in the dark clouds, making a final collision sound.

Under this blow, the Third Dragon Prince was obviously unable to withstand it. His black dragon body was shaky and his black jade-like scales began to fall off, revealing the pale and withered skin underneath. Ao Qian's sea dragon body still shone with a blue glow, but his eyes were full of sadness and reluctance.

"Third brother, give up. You can't defeat me, and I don't want you to fall and sink." Ao Qian's voice echoed in the air with a hint of pleading.

The Third Prince of Long barely managed to steady himself, but his voice was a little weak: "Ao Qian, do you really think you can beat me?"

Self-esteem made the Third Prince Long gather even more magical power, and the black fog enveloped him.

Ao Qian couldn't help feeling sad: We are of the same root, why are we so eager to hurt each other?
"Third brother, come back with me to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Your aunt and the tribesmen will help you heal your wounds and find your own path again." Ao Qian stretched out a dragon claw, trying to guide the Third Prince of the Dragon Sea back to the right path.

The Third Prince of Long turned his head away stubbornly: "I don't need your pity and charity. Ever since you took away my position as the Crown Prince, I vowed to let you see my power..."

As the Third Long Prince spoke, a fierce black magic power gushed out and hit Ao Qian directly... but was blocked by a white light net.

Ao Qian turned around and saw that it was the White Tea Fairy who had rushed over and was casting a tea spell on the Third Long Prince. Under the power of the tea spell, the Third Long Prince first struggled in pain, and then stopped...

Ao Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as the light of the tea spell faded, Ao Qian and Bai Cha approached and wanted to see what happened to the Third Long Prince, but they found that the Third Long Prince had escaped without them knowing when...