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Chapter 79 Zhou Sheng
Chapter 79 Zhou Sheng
Lu Linglong, who had already finished the battle, caught a glimpse of the Annihilation Finger in front of Wang Ye out of the corner of her eye, and her pupils suddenly contracted!
With a sudden clench of his right hand over the pendant at his chest, the black-clad leader, about to make a move, felt his hair stand on end. He abruptly stopped, like a wild beast with its fur standing on end, and roared without hesitation, "Stop!"
Before he finished speaking, he not only swiftly withdrew the Annihilation Finger that was powerful enough to pierce Wang Ye's brow, but also slowly raised his hands and took several steps back, completely widening the distance between himself and Wang Ye. At the same time, he completely withdrew all the power he had been preparing to unleash, for fear of provoking Lu Linglong, clearly indicating that he had no intention of making any further moves.
He was silent for a moment, his gaze falling on Lu Linglong's hand tightly gripping the pendant. His voice returned to its low, steady tone, revealing no emotional fluctuation: "Whatever you intend to do next—stop now. I concede."
"Back off again!" Lu Linglong's voice was as cold as ice, carrying an unquestionable tone. "Stay away from Senior Brother Wang Ye!"
"Okay, no problem." The leader in black obeyed as if a gun were pointed at his forehead, keeping his hands raised and continuing to retreat step by step until he was far enough away.
Lu Linglong quickly moved in front of Wang Ye, her right hand still tightly gripping the pendant on her chest. She turned her body slightly to the side, facing off against the leader in black, and firmly protecting the erratic Wang Ye behind her.
"Senior Brother Wang Ye, are you alright?"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Ye tried his best to regulate the turbulent blood and qi in his body, and slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees. He stood side by side with Lu Linglong and replied in a low voice, "I can still hold on, thank you."
Although he didn't know the specific reason, he was by no means stupid. Lu Linglong clearly possessed something that could threaten the other party's life. The fact that the other party showed fear was enough.
As for what exactly it was that made this incredibly powerful expert so afraid, that's something to be explored later.
Lu Linglong gently shook her head, her gaze still firmly fixed on the black-clad leader, and lowered her voice: "I can feel it, he's very strong—"
Beyond imagination.
The leader in black looked at the two men standing side by side, ready for battle, and then glanced at his two companions in the distance, whose fates were unknown. He suddenly sighed very softly.
"The mission failed." He said calmly, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"Senior, could you please tell me," Wang Ye asked in a deep voice, "what exactly is your mission tonight? And who assigned you this task?"
The leader in black tilted his head slightly, the shadow under his hood seemingly turning towards Wang Ye: "If you ask," his voice was flat, "I won't say a word."
"And what about me?" Lu Linglong tightened her grip on the pendant slightly and took a step forward.
Almost simultaneously with her movement, the leader in black took a step back.
"I'll speak my mind without reservation," he said crisply.
"Mission objective: Capture Lu Linglong."
"Task initiator: NaDuTong"
"Everywhere is accessible?! That's impossible!" Wang Ye's brows furrowed instantly, and he retorted instinctively, "Does Senior think we're easy to fool?"
If the company really wanted to arrest someone, why would it need to resort to such covert, even despicable, methods, sending such a skilled person to launch a surprise attack in the dead of night?
If Lu Linglong really broke the company's rules, how could she have enrolled in school and lived a normal life before, only to suddenly cause trouble tonight?
It makes no logical sense at all.
The leader in black did not look at Wang Ye, but instead focused his gaze on Lu Linglong, whose expression did not show much surprise.
"Whether I lied or not," he said slowly, "as the person involved, Lu Linglong, you should know the answer in your heart."
"And the reason?" Lu Linglong pressed, her eyes sharp. "There has to be a reason for the arrest. For example, did I violate some company's prohibition, or threaten something—if there isn't even a decent pretext, then that's rather—"
This is far too unrestrained and lawless, she thought to herself.
The leader in black remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "I am merely an executor; I have no right to inquire into the specific reasons for the mission—"
He paused, a hint of elusive indifference in his voice, "Besides, there's no need for that. Arrests happen anywhere, so there's no need for a reason."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ye's heart sank, and he was momentarily speechless.
He wanted to refute it, but found that what the other party said was difficult to completely refute under a certain cold and realistic logic.
He was not entirely unaware of the company's authority and modus operandi. They held the power of life and death over the extraordinary individuals.
"Thank you for informing me, senior." Lu Linglong stared at the other person for a few seconds before finally loosening her grip on the pendant, and the faint light faded away.
"I should be thanking you." — Thank you for sparing my life. The leader in black gave her a deep look. "Lu Linglong of the Lu family—"
I've remembered that. From now on, I will not accept any tasks involving you.
Before he finished speaking, and without any visible movement, his figure, like ink dropped into still water, quietly spread and faded, completely blending into the surrounding moonlight and the shadows of the buildings, leaving no trace or presence.
Even more bizarrely, the two critically injured and dying companions on the ground, who should have been unable to move, also vanished completely along with the bloodstains, as if they had been wiped away by an invisible hand.
Only the lingering, not-yet-completely-dissipated stench of blood in the air, and the ravaged ground riddled with sword marks and craters, proved that the brief but extremely dangerous life-or-death struggle that had just taken place was not an illusion.
The night wind swept through the silent courtyard, swirling up a few withered leaves and making a soft rustling sound. In the vast space, only two young people, still shaken and each lost in their own thoughts, remained.
Wang Ye let out a long sigh of relief, his tense body finally relaxing. What followed was a feeling of exhaustion from overexertion. He swayed and almost couldn't stand up.
Lu Linglong quickly reached out to support his arm.
"Are you alright?" Her tone carried lingering worry and apology.
Wang Ye shook his head, wiped the congealed blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve in a slightly disheveled manner, and forced a tired, bitter smile: "It was almost a disaster—I really owe you a lot tonight."
"It's me who dragged my senior brother into this mess," Lu Linglong lowered her eyes, her voice a few decibels lower, "They're all after me."
"Why?" Wang Ye blurted out, then waved his hand, a headache on his face. "Alright, stop it, I won't ask anymore. I can tell this pool of water is very deep tonight, not something my small body should get involved in. I almost lost my life, so it's better to stay safe."
He straightened his slightly hunched back and deliberately yawned widely, trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere and lingering murderous intent in the air.
"Go to sleep! We can talk about anything, no matter how big, tomorrow!"
Without saying another word, the two turned around and dragged their tired bodies back to the small building.
For Lu Linglong, this was her first real life-or-death battle, the first time she had pushed the power of the magic talisman to such a level, and the first time she had truly experienced the cruelty of the "magic duel" mentioned in the inheritance.
The relaxation that followed intense mental concentration, coupled with the double exhaustion of physical and magical energy, surged forth. Even though she had just experienced such a dangerous situation and her mind was not yet fully calmed, a strong sense of weariness had already overwhelmed her.
Back in her room, the moment her head touched the pillow, her consciousness sank uncontrollably into darkness.
On the other hand, Wang Ke is far less "carefree" than her.
Although he said he would stop asking questions and leave it at that, the fire of curiosity ignited by the strange events of the night made him restless, and many questions swirled in his mind.
As is well known, sorcerers have their own unique ways of satisfying their curiosity and exploring the unknown.
So he sat cross-legged in his room, held his breath and focused his mind, temporarily suppressing the disturbances of the outside world and the fatigue of his body. His consciousness gradually sank into the mysterious inner world that belonged only to sorcerers.
Some say that the inner vision is a projection of the sorcerer's spiritual world, a manifestation of mental images; but others say that it is another dimension space independent of reality, a gateway to the underlying rules of the world.
There are no directions here, no past or present, only a chaotic, unfathomable, deep and boundless darkness that seems to hold endless mysteries.
Here, sorcerers can deduce the secrets of heaven, predict fate, and seek answers to the questions in their hearts.
For example, if you want to know the numbers for the next Double Color Ball lottery, you only need to visualize the question in your mind, and your inner vision will naturally condense into a "ball" that symbolizes the answer.
Break it, and the answer will appear.
The greater the "weight" of the problem, the larger the causal relationship, the larger the "sphere" formed, and the more difficult it is to break.
But no matter what, as long as the problem can be raised and understood, it will always manifest in the inner vision, forming a sphere of varying size—this is an ironclad rule, a belief that Wang Ye has never wavered in since he began his cultivation.
Until tonight.
No matter how focused he was in his inner vision, how repeatedly he contemplated and questioned the question: What secrets did Lu Linglong possess that allowed her to repel such a terrifying expert? Why was Na Du Tong willing to capture her at any cost?
Inside, the space was completely empty, and all that answered him was a deathly silence.
No light spheres coalesced, no signs appeared, and not even a ripple was stirred.
That question, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, didn't even elicit a sound.
Once, twice, ten times—Wang Ye's consciousness futilely shuttled and called out within it.
He tried countless times, until his spirit was almost exhausted and a stabbing pain came from the depths of his soul. Finally, he was forced to withdraw from that ancient and dark inner landscape.
In reality, he suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered in fine cold sweat, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily, and his face frighteningly pale.
The room was silent except for the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the window and his own disordered breathing.
The cool moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, narrow patches of light on the floor and illuminating the undisguised astonishment and disbelief on his face.
"This—how is this possible—" he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, filled with a bewilderment and shock he had never experienced before in his cultivation.
For the first time, Neijing was completely silent towards him.
It wasn't that they couldn't give an answer, but rather that it seemed they couldn't "hear" his question at all, or perhaps the question touched on a realm beyond what the inner vision could "answer."
Night fell, and all was quiet.
Outside the small building, on the bare branches of that old tree, a crow with its neck tucked in, seemingly asleep, suddenly flapped its wings without warning and silently glided across the night sky, its trajectory precisely pointing to a window in Lu Linglong's bedroom on the second floor.
Just as its jet-black, bean-like beak was about to gently touch the cold windowpane—
A bizarre and terrifying change occurred.
Suddenly, wisps of thick, viscous black mist emanated from the crow's body. Its form rapidly twisted, blurred, and dissipated during flight—ultimately transforming into a shapeless, churning mass of deep black fog. As if possessing a life of its own, it silently seeped into the room through the almost imperceptible cracks in the window frame.
Lu Linglong's bedroom was peaceful. She lay on the bed, her breathing even and deep, her brows relaxed, clearly in a deep sleep, completely unaware of everything happening around her.
The black mist slowly swirled above her bed, like a living shadow, before finally settling down and landing at the edge of her bedside.
The mist began to twist, writhe, and condense inward, gradually outlining a clear human figure. The outline continued to solidify, eventually manifesting as a real, tangible figure.
He was an old man, thin and frail, like a candle flickering in the wind.
He was bald on top of his head, with only a few sparse strands of silver hair remaining at the back of his head. His face was covered with deep wrinkles etched by the years, and he wore an old Taoist robe that had been starched until it was faded.
This person was none other than Zhou Sheng, a renowned Wudang master who was one of the "Thirty-Six Thieves" of that year, who comprehended the true meaning of "Feng Hou Qi Men" and then mysteriously disappeared.
Over the years, he has been like an invisible ghost, always quietly watching Wang Ye, who has also mastered the Feng Hou Qi Men and is regarded as the hope of Wudang, always following and observing him in secret, without ever truly showing himself.
At this moment, however, his gaze was fixed on Lu Linglong, his dim eyes churning with extremely complex emotions—struggle, hesitation, intense curiosity, deep inquiry, and even a trace of barely perceptible fear.
A mix of emotions collided and clashed, causing his usually calm and composed face to display an unusual solemnity and gravity.
Time passed slowly in absolute silence, with only Lu Linglong's steady breathing echoing softly.
Finally, as if he had made a great decision, Zhou Sheng slowly reached out his withered, bamboo-like right hand toward the sleeping Lu Linglong.
With fingers slightly spread, a faint, dim light, seemingly capable of drawing the mind, quietly gathers at the fingertips. The movement is slow yet carries an undeniable intention.
However, just as his palm was about to touch Lu Linglong's forehead, a sudden change occurred!
The seemingly ordinary pendant on Lu Linglong's chest suddenly shone with a warm yet undeniable golden light!
The light was extremely faint, like fireflies twinkling in the woods on a summer night.
But this glimmer of light, when it fell into the eyes of someone of Zhou Sheng's level, was no less than facing a scorching sun rising from the abyss. His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his outstretched right hand froze in mid-air as if he had been electrocuted.
On the surface of the pendant, golden light rippled out like water, and inside, faint images of scarlet, blood-red chains appeared, intertwined and seemingly alive, loosening and unfolding on their own, revealing the tightly wrapped core.
Strands of genuine and undeniable "meaning" were revealed.
Sword, palm, fire, wind, weapon, transformation, borrowing, cold, gate, mountain, blood, life...
There were twelve completely different and different paths to them, but each contained supreme power!
At this very moment, the sword on the outermost edge is poised to strike.
It was trembling slightly, golden light flowing and swirling, its incomparably sharp sword intent contained yet not released, but it had already locked onto Zhou Sheng's outstretched hand from afar.
It was as if if his finger were to extend forward even half an inch, an unimaginable, earth-shattering strike would instantly be unleashed, annihilating everything!
Zhou Sheng's figure shot backward, turning into billowing black smoke and disappearing without a trace.
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