Ch. 17.1 Madam is Wise

Even though Mu Rong Chun no longer felt intense pain in his primordial spirit, his body felt stiff.

He lifted his eyes blankly and looked at Lin Jiu in front of him.

Countless crimson threads drew out from the dense surrounding formation and into her body.

Mu Rong Chun’s breathing tightened. How…How much would that hurt!

The red glow was too bright for him to see Lin Jiu’s face, but he could feel her body trembling faintly as if she was holding back the pain.

The image in his vision became extremely slow. He saw a strand of red come up from the upper right, but Lin Jiu stopped it for him with her body without hesitation.

He saw her take a deep breath and her fragile body swayed slightly as if overwhelmed.

Mu Rong Chun pushed himself up from the ground with his sword and extended his hand towards Lin Jiu.

Slap! He received a heavy blow at the back of his hand.

Mu Rong Chun raised his head all of a sudden, only to see his master’s cold and solemn face. Four words emerged from those thin lips. “Go adjust your breathing.”

Mu Rong Chun quickly sat back down.

He saw Wei Liang’s figure flickering in and out between the violent red light, just waiting for Ji Yuan to reveal his weakness so he could launch a fatal strike.

Lin Jiu, on the other hand, was running around, using her body to resist every strand of the red threads aimed towards Wei Liang, trying her best so that Wei Liang would not be restricted.

Mu Rong Chun’s chest swelled with heat.

In this instant, he completely forgot that Lin Jiu was only an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In his eyes, this couple made up the top heroes of this world. They worked seamlessly to block the cold winds on behalf of each other with their own bodies without a single word.

“Master, Martial…Aunt…” Mu Rong Chun murmured.

Lin Jiu faintly heard his murmurings and shuddered.

At this moment, the Red Lotus in her consciousness was dewy as if it had drunk the essence of the sun and the moon and the morning dew. Each of its petals were incomparably full and glowing in an elegant yet mysterious dim golden light. At the bottom of the lotus were red threads that looked like crystals, which were condensed into tiny stalks and roots, slowly floating around in her consciousness. Lin Jiu had a feeling that as long as she got the right opportunity, the Lotus would take root and sprout, achieving unimaginable dreams.

To Lin Jiu, this was simply an unexpected pleasure.

Mu Rong Chun thought she was overwhelmed, but she just didn’t want to look too floaty. Suppressing your joy was hard too.

To the great demonic cultivator Ji Yuan, Lin Jiu was grateful from the bottom of her heart.

It was all thanks to the array he provided. It felt like it was opening up a new world for her.

Then, the madly flickering glows suddenly stopped around her!

After a strangely muffled sound, the crimson glow gradually shattered.

Bright daylight fell on the crimson purgatory, and all the pain evaporated away.

Liu Qing Yin stumbled over and firstly shouted, “Senior Brother!” towards Mu Rong Chun, then glared angrily at Lin Jiu.

She was unharmed! Completely unscathed!

With her Foundation Establishment cultivation, how could she have remained unharmed if not for Master and Senior Brother’s help!

Liu Qing Yin knew in her heart that this wasn’t a good time to reprimand Lin Jiu. She raised her beautiful eyes and stared at Wei Liang and Ji Yuan who had just appeared mid-air, comparing sword moves in the dark.

Wei Liang’s cold and even voice descended from above. “The Madam is wise. His weakness really is the left hand.”

Ji Yuan was forced into his true form, but he did not panic as he opened his arms and floated backwards like a big red bird. Phantoms emerged in front of him, disturbing Wei Liang’s judgment.

Lin Jiu suddenly realized that Ji Yuan was also wearing eyeshadow and eyeliner. She could faintly see that his eyelids were painted red when he closed his eyes. The glimmer when lightning strikes his body made him look even more dazzling.

What a beautiful flower boy.

Lin Jiu clicked her tongue.

“Wei Liang!” Ji Yuan laughed maniacally. “So you relied on a woman to break my Ten Thousand Demons Heart Execution Array? The top hero of the righteous world is leeching off a woman!”

Liu Qing Yin guessed that Ji Yuan was referring to herself. She dropped to her knees and rebuked, “Everyone wants to punish the evil! There is no need for morals when it comes to dealing with demons like you! Today is the day you die, Ji Yuan! If you have anyone to blame, blame yourself for going down the path of evil!”

“Tsk tsk.” Ji Yuan resisted Wei Lian’s sword and spoke in a teasing voice. “What an icy and pure little righteous immortal. I really look forward to the moment when I can press you down beneath me, and hear you tenderly cry for mercy…”

His voice was deep and evil, like an evil hook that latched onto one’s heart.

“Insolent!” Liu Qing Yin cried, and she furiously swung out with her sword. She was already exhausted, so moving her body so forcefully caused her to spew out a mouthful of blood.

The attack was defective like a Heavenly Dog devouring the moon during an eclipse, dense with scarlet.

Ji Yuan’s retreat was cut off by Wei Liang’s flying sword, and he had no choice but to reach out his fair right arm to take Liu Qing Yin’s attack.

Ji Yuan suddenly flipped his fair hand up, revealing a large hole like a mouth cavity as a red snake emerged from his palm. Swaying against the wind, it extended a hundred feet and opened its mouth to bite onto Liu Qing Yin’s blood moon.

Ka—boom!

Ji Yuan’s figure disappeared once more, dodging Wei Liang’s flying sword.

His maniacal laughter continued to come down from the sky. “A Sword Monarch who can’t use any sword techniques? Wei Liang, oh Wei Liang. You’re half-crippled! So how is it? Were you really that hurt from this fight? Tsk tsk, not a waste of my painstaking work after all!”

This method of provocation was completely fruitless against someone like Wei Liang. He remained unhurried, blocking Ji Yuan’s path of retreat bit by bit, forcing him into the range of Liu Qing Yin and Mu Rong Chun’s attacks.

Mu Rong Chun had already snuck around the back and his sword aura flickered. Spiritual energy condensed into green vines, blocking Ji Yuan’s upward route of escape.