"Scoff."
Song Qingyi's figure trembled in the air, making the sound of being pierced by a sharp weapon but with no apparent injuries. She suddenly froze in place and then heavily fell to the ground.
Thud!
After landing, she felt a chilling numbness throughout her body, making it extremely difficult to move her fingers. A name suddenly flashed through her mind.
Soul-Piercing Nail.
The magical weapon of the Dark King Sect, invisible and intangible, specifically targeting the soul of a person. Once struck, the soul is subjugated.
The footsteps from behind grew closer and closer, and a figure in a black robe slowly approached. Then, with a flick of his finger, as if there were invisible threads pulling her, Song Qingyi's body involuntarily stood upright.
"Come with me."
The black-robed figure chuckled and took a step forward. Song Qingyi, whose body was very stiff, followed behind as if she could not escape.
However.
In a corner unnoticed by anyone, the half-page golden book that had just protected Song Qingyi had quietly disappeared...
Linbei had a good dream tonight.
He dreamt that he was still in the Caiyue Tower, where a tender and beautiful girl was helping him lie down in a red curtain bed, while stripping off his clothes one by one. One, two, three... then she slowly sat on top of him, and then began to...
Slap his face.
A series of hard slaps came one after another.
Smack, smack, smack...
"Eh? What? What's going on?" Linbei struggled frantically with his hands and suddenly opened his eyes.
Only then did he realize that it wasn't just a dream; something was really hitting him!
It was a half-page of golden paper, looking thin and small, yet it possessed so much force that it stung Linbei's face.
"What on earth?" Linbei exclaimed a couple of times, grabbing the half-page golden book and noticing a faint radiance shimmering on it, with a crooked name written.
Linbei.
"Huh?" Chuliang, too, was alarmed and came into the room from the next door, seeing Linbei holding the half-page golden book. He asked, "Isn't this one of Teacher Song's magical treasures?"
Linbei had also seen Song Qingyi use this item last night. He suddenly remembered and sat up, pondering, "Why would Teacher Song send this thing to find me?"
Chu Liang and he locked eyes for a moment, both of them flashing a sharp look in their eyes, and said loudly at the same time:
"She is in danger!" "She has a secret crush on me!"
"..."
Silence.
After a pause, Lin Bei said, "How do you determine that she is in danger..."
"Just think about it, this is a protective artifact given to her by the Gentleman Hall. How could it be easily given away? Chu Liang said. "It must be encountering some danger from which she cannot escape, so she had to resort to this method for help. And she only knows that there are two cultivators near Yanjiao City, which are the two of us."
"Then... even if there is danger, why did she write my name instead of yours? There must still be some place for me in her heart..." Lin Bei's tone was somewhat firm.
"Is it possible that... Chu Liang thought, "Your name has fewer strokes."
Looking at this distorted "Lin Bei", it was obviously not written by Song Qingyi under normal circumstances. It can be imagined that the situation at that time must have been very urgent.
"What should we do now?" Lin Bei immediately changed the subject, no longer entangled in this matter.
Chu Liang's mind turned quickly, and solemnly said, "Song Qingyi is a true disciple of the Gentleman Hall, and with a magical weapon by her side. If she cannot even escape from a crisis, she might have the strength of the Fourth Realm. At present, we should split up; you go back to Shushan to request reinforcements, and I will go find Master Song to see the situation."
"You are going?" Lin Bei frowned. "But according to what you said, if the enemy has the strength of the Fourth Realm, what's the use of you going alone?"
"Just to ascertain the situation. If there is an urgent danger, at least delay for a while." Chu Liang said, "You don't have to go anywhere else when you go back to the mountain, go straight to the Silver Sword Peak to find my Master. Among the elders of Shushan, there's no one more idle than her, if you go to someone else, you might waste time, but at this hour, she certainly hasn't woken up yet!"
He spoke with confidence and conviction.
Lin Bei pondered for a moment. If one person goes back to the mountain, and the other goes to check on Song Qingyi, then it is certain that the person who checks on the situation is in greater danger.
So he said, "Since you're looking for your Master, then you should go back to the mountain for reinforcements, and I will go check on the situation."
Chu Liang shook his head, "My cultivation level is higher than yours, so I'll go."
"Huh?" Lin Bei was surprised, "Aren't we both in the early stage of the Divine Intention Realm? You..."
Chu Liang didn't say much, and directly released a breath of qi from his hand, obviously much stronger than before.
"You're already in the middle stage of the Divine Intention Realm?" Lin Bei was amazed.
When he first met Chu Liang, Chu Liang had just broken through to the Divine Intention Realm not long ago, and his cultivation was even slightly stronger than Chu Liang's.
How come, after only a few days, there was still a distance to go before reaching the middle stage of the Divine Intention Realm, and Chu Liang had already broken through?
If Chu Liang had been doing some secluded cultivation, it would be strange, but these days, he clearly did tasks together, ate at the same time, slept at the same time, and attended classes at the same time...
When did he have time to cultivate?
Chu Liang certainly couldn't tell him about using the big-headed doll to toil hard work, it took several days for a breakthrough in the small realm, only breaking through the night before.
So I had to ask in a deep voice, "Have you ever seen the city of Yanjiao at midnight?"
"Ah?"
"Don't waste time talking, let's set off quickly," urged Chuliang, waving his hand.
...
In a dark thatched cottage outside the city of Yanjiao.
Song Qingyi stood in the corner of the room, her beautiful eyes filled with fear and despair, but she couldn't make a sound.
The person in the black robe was in the center of the room, painting something with ink mixed with blood, then lighting one black candle after another, the dim candlelight was eerie and chilling.
And not far from the door, lay several still warm dead black chickens.
"Hehe, don't worry..."
The black-robed figure continued to draw, emitting a strange laugh.
"Rare to encounter a soul with divine aura, if I can capture you in the underworld scripture, it will definitely compensate for the losses of my skin-painting ghost... no, I should say it's a big win."
"If I use such brutal methods, to kill you first, then extract your living soul, I can at most preserve eighty percent of your divine power."
"But if you'll just be patient, wait for me to prepare the Yin-Yang soul-capturing array, and then capture you into the underworld scripture, I can preserve your complete divine power."
Song Qingyi's breath almost stopped.
She knew that the underworld scripture was the most sinister weapon of the underworld sect, specifically designed to plunder living souls to enhance one's cultivation. For every soul plundered, a page would be added to the underworld scripture, and the owner's cultivation would also be advanced.
But those souls captured could not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but would always be trapped and suffering within the underworld scripture.
"And you're a Confucian cultivator, I've never encountered... "
"It's said that Confucian souls are the clearest and most transparent, and when refined into ghosts, they can even travel in daylight."
"You are so beautiful, I can refine you into a seductive Meiluoshan... no, with such scholarly air, I would make you into a ghost in the painting, unpredictable and insidious, or..."
"No... don't..." Song Qingyi struggled to utter a few words, trying to break free.
But she was struck by the Soul-Stinging Nail, and even with all her efforts, she could only move her fingers slightly, how could she escape the clutches of the demon?
She looked outside in despair, her last struggle was to send a message using a half-page Golden Book. But whether those two disciples of the Shushan Sect could guess her intentions, or if they had any means to rescue her, she was unsure.
But now, the terrifying shadow had engulfed her.
"Fleshly shackles, eternal bleakness..."
The figure in the black robe raised his hand, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, the last black candle was also lit.
Formation completed, he slowly raised a black jade book.
"My treasure, come and greet your new life," his eyes sparkled with a sinister light, filled with a cold and wild laughter, "Hehehehe..."