Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 67 Affection
In those phosphorescent lights, the image of the fox cubs chasing and playing in the snow before their deaths faintly appeared, their clear laughter seemingly echoing in one's ears for a moment.

Chu Ning was stunned; that scene almost made him forget that this was a battlefield.

But the tenderness was fleeting.

The moment the phosphorescent light drifted toward Wang Lin.

"boom!!"

The phosphorescent flames exploded into a ring of purple flames, and a mournful howl rang out from within. A corner of Wang Lin's robe was torn open, revealing that he had been directly burned by the ghost.

Wang Lin's expression was ferocious, and the runes on the Blood Compass seemed to be enraged, leaping out in streaks of scarlet lightning.

"Use the spirits of the dead against me?"

He suddenly grabbed the Blood Compass, and crisscrossing sacrificial patterns appeared on the back of his hand, his eyes flashing red light:

"I am the ancestor of all soul-wrenching masters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eighty-one fox corpses broke free from the remaining phosphorescent flames and began to merge and reshape themselves.

The sound of bones cracking rang out one after another, and a thick aura of death filled the surroundings.

The next moment, a nine-headed monster burst out of the ground.

On each head, Wang Lin's grinning face appeared, his ghostly laughter echoing like thunder.

Li Jing'an gritted his teeth and whispered, "This old demon can even devour and merge with vengeful spirits... any later and we would have been completely unable to suppress him."

Chu Ning stared intently at the blood-red compass that appeared in the center of the nine-headed monster, his pupils shrinking as if he had made up his mind.

Suddenly, he moved!

Chu Ning suddenly rose up, his rusty blade enveloped in lightning, moving with lightning speed.

"Old dog! Your opponent is here!!"

With a thunderous slash, the blade aimed straight for Wang Lin's brow.

"clang!"

But all that could be heard was the sound of metal clashing. Wang Lin flicked his finger and deflected Lei Sha.

The lightning struck the compass, only to be swallowed up by it, transforming into a beam of ghostly light that swirled into the array's core.

"Boy," Wang Lin sneered, "once I extract the essence blood of the sacred beast, I will refine you into—"

The words are not finished yet.

A chill crept in silently.

The frost sword arrived silently, piercing through the blood mist.

The girl appeared behind Wang Lin without his knowledge, and the sword pierced his left chest, all the way to the hilt.

but--

"Humph!"

Wang Lin showed no fear whatsoever. Blood mist swirled around him, and although the sword pierced through flesh, it did not reach any vital organs.

"Do you think I would leave a fatal weakness?"

He muttered menacingly, and the Blood Compass trembled, a strange "click" sound emanating from within his body.

The girl's expression changed drastically.

—That heart isn't inside him!
"careful!"

Chu Ning's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, but it was too late to help.

"Too late." Wang Lin grabbed the girl's wrist with his backhand, the force almost breaking her bones.

"This sacred beast's power—"

The blood compass shattered with a crack, revealing a purplish-black, still-beating heart within.

—It is the chaotic essence that the girl condensed after taking human form.

"I accept it!"

He grinned maliciously and pressed his palm down hard on the girl's chest, trying to take her heart completely.

At the critical moment.

"Om-"

Within Chu Ning's dantian, the long-dormant golden headband suddenly unsealed itself, its golden patterns resembling dragons bursting forth and flying directly towards the girl's forehead.

The next second, the two golden patterns automatically rotated, interlocked, and overlapped in mid-air.

"boom!"

A mysterious contract array was constructed in the void, with ancient symbols slowly emerging.

"What?" Wang Lin was suddenly startled, his palm being forced back half an inch by a golden light. Li Jing'an's expression changed drastically, and he sighed softly:
"I see... Your beast taming technique is not about control... but a symbiotic contract."

He suddenly drew his sword, the blade slicing across his palm.

Blood flowed out, disappearing precisely into the core of the golden pattern between the two people like silk threads.

Chu Ning's face was solemn as he uttered, "With my blood, I call your true name—"

The gold veins resonated intensely.

A long-forgotten inscription appeared on the girl's forehead, her soul awakened by some kind of summons.

She seemed to hear the distant calls of her people, and the low murmurs in the snowy night.

He replied softly:

"Qingli."

The frost ceased, the world fell silent, and all souls were still.

This response seemed to awaken a sleeping deity.

In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent.

The wind and snow stopped, and the thunder ceased.

The golden patterns suddenly shone brightly, and a beam of light shot out from the golden patterns on Qingli's forehead, connecting with them. Wang Lin's Blood Compass suddenly trembled violently, and the enslaved fox spirits all turned against their master.

"No!!" Wang Lin exclaimed in horror as he realized he was being torn apart by thousands of fox spirits. "This is impossible!"

Qingli's nine-tailed phantom suddenly materialized, each tail wrapping around a fox corpse puppet. Her voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "Do you see that, my people? The wails of this demon are far more melodious than the cries of its cubs."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chu Ning poured all the lightning energy into the golden pattern, which transformed into a stream of light and entered Qing Li's brow. Qing Li's body swelled again, and her nine tails solidified, each hair flowing with lightning patterns.

She reached out and slowly covered Chu Ning's hand holding the knife.

"Now."

She murmured softly, her eyes like still water, "Let the grudges end here."

Chu Ning was startled, feeling her palm tremble slightly, colder than frost yet more intense than lightning. He turned to look at her—the fine hairs on the tips of her ears were stained with blood, but her eyes reflected only his image.

She didn't say much, but simply rested her chin gently on his shoulder, with a hint of stubbornness and a touch of girlish shyness.

He didn't ask her if she was scared, nor did he say "Leave it to me." Instead, he joined her in interlocking the frost sword and the rusty knife.

In that instant, the two blades merged into one.

In an instant, the ancient funeral song of the fox clan resounded throughout the world.

The wind and snow danced with the thunder, and the nine-tailed halo reflected the thunderous clouds, intertwining to form a sky-splitting light.

Wang Lin stared in despair as his Blood Compass, along with his sinful heart, turned into icy dust the instant the light blade struck.

Wang Lin's remains disintegrated into ashes in the frost and thunder, and the icicles on the top of the cellar fell in a flurry due to the energy vibrations.

Chu Ning and Qing Li were suspended in mid-air, the golden lightning and the light of the spirit fox still lingering.

The girl's earlobes were ruffled by the wind, and the bloodstains had not yet faded, yet she still stubbornly raised her head.

"Now you can see what I look like!"

She curled the corners of her lips into a smile, her tone a mix of arrogance and shyness, "Once I transform into human form, I won't call you master anymore..."

Chu Ning's Adam's apple bobbed, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Then what should I call you? Husband?"

Qingli blushed and was about to retort when Chu Ning suddenly put his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and whispered, "Don't change your mind. I'm used to it."

"you--"

Qingli punched him lightly, her voice as soft as a coquettish whisper: "You smooth talker."

They smiled at each other, as if ice and thunder, life and death, had been temporarily set aside at that moment.

But in the next instant, the air suddenly froze.

The dried-up pool of blood suddenly cracked, a loud crack echoing throughout the area. From beneath the scarlet surface, a three-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) blood-red hand emerged, its tendrils entwined with blood, radiating a chilling aura.

--"careful!"

Qing Li's heterochromatic eyes narrowed abruptly. She turned around abruptly, her figure flashing like lightning as she blocked Chu Ning's path.

Before he could even see what was happening behind him, Chu Ning felt a chill run down his spine. The nine-tailed light and shadow suddenly burst forth, enveloping him entirely in a snow cocoon.

Layer upon layer of ice crystals, through which he saw a scene he would never forget.

Qingli spun around and pulled him tightly into her arms, her slender back shielding him from the raging, blood-stained hand. The hand, covered in bone spurs, suddenly pierced her heart, tearing through her icy armor, splattering blood everywhere.

A scarlet, withered bone hung in the bloody hand; it was the remnant skull spirit of Wang Lin, shrieking mournfully, "The heart blood of the sacred beast, I accept it!"

(End of this chapter)