Chapter 060
Chapter 60: She Might Look Like a Ghost Right Now
The heavy stone door slowly opened, and what lay behind it instantly turned Meng Xi Yu’s face dark.
Shi Zi Chu raised a hand, blocking Meng Xi Yu from covering his eyes.
Their eyes met with a space filled entirely with scroll paintings, their contents shocking and unsightly.
The first scroll had an arrogant inscription: [A water spiritual root is simply born to be a furnace; the better the root, the more effective it is!]
The writings on the subsequent scrolls only grew worse.
“This describes how to refine a furnace.” Shi Zi Chu’s voice held a strange, dangerous tone mixed with a faint smile.
With peerless beauty and an exceptional water spiritual root, she seemed born precisely to become a furnace.
The shrill cries of the system echoed through the space: [Your end as a vicious female villain is to become a furnace! Such beautiful red lips, aaaah—!]
Under the manipulation of soul force, the female villain system, forcibly appearing as a small dog, twisted and distorted as if squeezed by a giant hand.
Meng Xi Yu’s life-bound sword moved according to his will, instantly shredding the scrolls with sword qi. Scraps of paper fluttered down gently, like snowflakes.
Shi Zi Chu turned her head, looking at Meng Xi Yu’s grim, icy face, and raised an eyebrow slightly, “Are you that angry?”
Meng Xi Yu nodded solemnly.
Once a cultivator became refined into a furnace, all their spiritual power and vital energy would be sucked away. Most furnaces met tragic, sorrowful ends.
The cultivation world indeed followed the law of survival of the fittest, but such filthy and despicable methods deserved only death!
Meng Xi Yu seemed to seriously consider this, then gazed earnestly at Shi Zi Chu and said coldly yet resolutely, “How about we blow up this ruin?”
Shi Zi Chu’s eyes widened slightly.
“Leaving it intact will only bring more harm,” Meng Xi Yu continued earnestly. “We’ll destroy the ruin, then go and find the mastermind to settle the score.”
Seeing he wasn’t joking, Shi Zi Chu pretended to seriously weigh it for about three seconds.
“Give me a moment.”
His voice faded as soul force surged like waves, swiftly filling the entire ruin.
Beside him, Meng Xi Yu felt an intense discomfort.
Such immensely powerful soul force coursed through Shi Zi Chu’s body—a force too immense for a golden core cultivator to bear. Within mere breaths, blood began seeping from all seven orifices of Shi Zi Chu’s face.
Meng Xi Yu ignored his own discomfort and was about to speak when that soul force suddenly receded like the tide.
“Here.”
Shi Zi Chu handed over a residual soul, then turned aside, spitting out two mouthfuls of fresh blood.
[A miscalculation!]
She had underestimated her own soul force and overestimated her body.
She needed to temper her body further!
In the spatial storage ring, Xue Gu trembled with fear.
“Master! You must practice soul force techniques! Your body can’t handle such reckless use!” Xue Gu’s soft, adorable voice carried a deep seriousness.
Saying this, Xue Gu kicked away the little dog, running off urgently to search for cultivation manuals.
Xue Gu had thought the Master, possessing such immense soul force, naturally knew how to control it, but it turned out her master didn’t have the slightest idea!
Shi Zi Chu responded softly with spiritual sense, covering her mouth as she coughed twice.
Seeing Shi Zi Chu weakened and unstable due to injury from the uncontrolled soul force, Meng Xi Yu carefully placed the residual soul into a magic artifact, then lifted Shi Zi Chu into his arms.
“Sword formation! Break!”
With a thunderous roar, the entire ruin began shaking violently, rapidly collapsing.
A defensive barrier instantly appeared around Meng Xi Yu, who leapt upward, holding Shi Zi Chu securely in his arms.
Shi Zi Chu tilted her head, resting lightly against Meng Xi Yu’s chest, feeling somewhat weightless.
Her spiritual sense sea remained untouched, but her physical body was gravely injured.
If she hadn’t tempered her body recently, she might truly need to seek another body through soul possession.
Shi Zi Chu shivered slightly, wiping away the blood under her nose.
With blood streaming from her seven orifices, she probably looked no different from a female ghost right now. Hopefully, it was enough to scare someone to death.
“Zi Chu!”
A familiar voice—it must be Ruo Ruo.
Before Shi Zi Chu could turn toward the voice, a chilly spiritual power suddenly wrapped around her, pulling her uncontrollably toward another direction.
When strong, steady arms caught her body, the floating sensation vanished, replaced by a comforting solidity.
Shi Zi Chu blinked, meeting a face sharply carved with coldness and severity.
[Master.]
Remembering her ghastly appearance, Shi Zi Chu weakly tried to lift her hand to cover her face.
But Xing Lan’s cool palm lightly encircled her arm.
Shi Zi Chu silently turned her head, casually smearing several streaks of blood onto Xing Lan’s robes.
His deep, chilling gaze swept briefly over the quietly mischievous culprit in his arms.
“Senior Uncle Xing Lan,” Meng Xi Yu respectfully bowed, his voice calm yet firm, “We were tricked into the ruin by an array master.”
“This Lord knows.”
After Xing Lan’s indifferent reply, his figure immediately vanished.
Before Yao Ruo Ruo could speak, Sect Master Meng arrived, glancing quickly at his son. “Are you alright? And where’s Xing Lan?”
Thinking about Shi Zi Chu’s guess regarding the true culprit, Meng Xi Yu saluted politely, replying, “Senior Uncle Xing Lan might have gone to the inner zone.”
Sect Master Meng inhaled sharply, then swept his hand, taking the three juniors with him to follow quickly.
Inner zone.
A powerful sword qi sliced through the air toward Chu Zhi Sheng.
Sensing imminent danger, Chu Zhi Sheng instinctively grabbed the array master beside him as a shield.
The sword qi pierced straight through the array master, who collapsed heavily to the ground, eyes wide open, blood soaking the soil beneath him.
Chu Zhi Sheng and several elders swiftly raised their magic artifacts, ready to fight back.
But as Xing Lan descended from above, an overwhelming suppressive aura swept forth, forcing Chu Zhi Sheng and his group to their knees.
“Xing Lan, calm down!”
Sect Master Meng’s anxious voice arrived ahead of his figure.
Jiang Wan Sheng, who rushed over at once, saw Shi Zi Chu held within Xing Lan’s arms.
The feedback from the heart return gu was terribly bad—Qing Qing was gravely injured.
Sect Master Meng stepped quickly out of the teleportation array, seeing Shi Zi Chu bleeding from all seven orifices, his mind instantly buzzing with panic.
[Is Chu Zhi Sheng insane?!]
[Why insist on provoking someone he can’t afford to anger? Did he forget what happened to the Nan Rong Clan?!]
Xing Lan looked past Sect Master Meng at Chu Zhi Sheng and his group, his cold voice ruthless and lethal, “Sect Master, I don’t mind decorating the upcoming feast with Chu Clan’s blood.”
Sect Master Meng opened his mouth, then opened it again, speechless and unable to find words to stop Xing Lan.
Shi Zi Chu slowly turned her head, revealing a terrifying face, blood streaking from her eyes, nose, and mouth.
Yao Ruo Ruo gasped sharply—not from fright, but because she hadn’t expected Shi Zi Chu to be so badly hurt.
Meng Xi Yu met Shi Zi Chu’s gaze and suddenly spoke up coldly, “Father, my soul force also seems injured.”
Sect Master Meng whipped his head around, staring sharply at his son.
Meng Xi Yu pressed his hand to his forehead, eyebrows knitted in apparent pain, his voice strained, “I just exited seclusion and don’t understand how I offended Clan Chief Chu and Ji Mo Li.”
Sect Master Meng’s already grim expression worsened further.
It wasn’t enough that Shi Zi Chu was gravely injured—now they even injured his son!
Xing Lan saw this, and spoke coldly, “Sect Master, I’ll first take Jiu Jiu back for healing. I’ll personally visit the Chu Clan later.”
Without waiting for Sect Master Meng’s reply, Xing Lan tore open the void and left immediately.
Rising Succession Peak.
Rear Mountain Bamboo Hut, the bathing chamber.
Xing Lan held the star gem between two fingers and tossed it out swiftly, then carefully placed Shi Zi Chu into the medicinal bath.
The star gem flew through the bamboo forest, returning to normal size after hitting the ground.
[It’s over—the snake’s life is ending!]
Inside the bathing chamber, a thick bitter medicinal scent stung Shi Zi Chu’s nose, causing her eyes to water and redden.
She lifted her head, gazing at Xing Lan with shimmering, misty eyes.
“Concentrate. Run your cultivation method to heal yourself.”
His cold, deep voice resonated clearly, washing away the ambiguous atmosphere of the misty room.
Obediently, Shi Zi Chu closed her eyes, circulating her cultivation method, and began healing her wounds.