readytorunbook Chapter 272: Flattering Things
Chapter 272: Flattering Things
Although Yi Chi was in an awkward situation, she did not feel any psychological pressure at all. Do you think such a small scene could shake her heart?
It’s time to eat, drink, and chat.
Instead, the people around me are very angry.
Yi Chi saved so many people, yet he is still suspected?
——Then who knows if he is using this as an excuse to come undercover in our legitimate business?
In short, there is just such a silent dispute of eyes on the edge of the chaotic cliff of the righteous path. The disciples of Jueya are usually outnumbered and isolated, and Yi Chi is the well-deserved epitome of this situation.
She didn't care about the gazes of these people. At this moment, she was communicating with Mo Huaizun, talking about the Fallen Star Butterfly.
Mo Huaizun said: "According to the records, the Fallen Star Butterfly can only appear when a dead place is about to take shape. The last time it appeared was when it took shape in the Burning Embers Gorge, one of the Nine Netherworlds, a thousand years ago."
"Recently, in the middle of the night at Chaos Cliff, in addition to the fluctuations of the secret realm appearing, there were also flashes of spiritual light, which were consistent with the precursor to the formation of the Fallen Star Butterfly."
"It is predicted that a large number of Fallen Star Butterflies will form after midnight. By guiding them with gentle spiritual power, those below the Void Refining Stage can temper their souls, bodies, and spiritual seas without any pain."
It is equivalent to an all-round improvement of the Trinity, an extremely terrifying effect, because these three aspects combined are almost equal to a person's upper limit of cultivation.
No wonder these people came so early and were so excited.
After Yi Chi had just stroked and comforted Ji Qi and promised to sleep together for a few days, the child had already walked out of the previous shadow and burst into laughter.
He drew circles on the ground and said with a curled lip, "It's so easy to attract the Fallen Star Butterflies. It's useless if you don't have a warm and strong enough spirituality to attract them."
As he looked at the surrounding environment, he frowned and said, "What kind of attraction is this? It's obviously to take away the last chance of survival here."
As the Nine Netherworld's "Monument Spirit", his identity meant that he could not always stand in the perspective of a cultivator and regard extermination-style plunder as the law of nature.
Yi Chi looked around thoughtfully.
The sky gradually darkened, sandstorms filled the air, and the howling wind exacerbated the extreme severity of the situation. The evil cultivator on the other side of the Chaos Cliff could hardly be seen with the naked eye.
Those who have sects are stationed in comfortable formations as a unit. The independent cultivators and other small sects who are unwilling to spend spirit stones are all in the barrier, waiting for this amazing opportunity.
Yi Chi stretched out his hand and tried to grab a handful of dark gravel between the bare rocks, but Feng Zhiyi stopped him and said, "The gravel here is too hot and toxic. Only the tenacious Jiao Nu grass can survive."
"I'm afraid it will become a complete wasteland of hot poisonous sand soon. Then we won't be able to come here as easily as we do now."
Yi Chi stopped talking. Feng Zhiyi's eyebrows moved slightly, thinking of what Ji Qi had just said. Puzzles flashed in his clear eyes, "What did Ji Qi mean by that?"
Just as Yi Chi was about to speak, some unscrupulous discussions came from the other side of the river and reached everyone's ears.
"Gu Fusheng? What kind of person is he? How can he compare with Yi Chi? After Yi Chi came and did something evil, the leader of the younger generation of the righteous path was replaced? There is so much water in this."
"It seems that our First Saint has been wronged by you."
Although their vision was obstructed, their spiritual awareness was online, and everyone saw the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Evil Sect slowly appearing behind them on the other side of the river.
Yi Chi unexpectedly made eye contact with Wen Zhuoer at the first moment, and their eyes met...Yi Chi smiled with an elegant temperament, which was very fresh and fake.
Wen Zhuoer also smiled, the muscles on his blue cheeks twitching, and his eyes were cold, like a wife who saw her righteous husband again.
Yi Chi's eyelids twitched and he quickly looked away.
Avoiding cannot solve big problems, but it can delay big problems, and then turn big problems into small ones, and small problems into nothing.
The one who spoke was the Second Saint Son who was hugged by a tall male favorite. It seemed that since the incident of being ridden last time was exposed, this guy had simply cut off the source of the trouble and stopped pretending. He just showed his cards.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at Yi Chi was full of resentment.
Those two harsh words seemed to be speaking in favor of Yi Chi, but in fact they deepened her dilemma in the right path and sowed discord.
In the blink of an eye, countless eyes fell on Yi Chi, especially those at Qiankun Temple. The person involved, Gu Fusheng, glanced at Yi Chi with a smoky gaze, then looked away without any weight.
The atmosphere became tense.
The other party is the Holy Son and Holy Daughter, so the leaders of the major forces naturally cannot sit idly by and wait for death.
Qu Fengying still looked like he had not recovered from a serious illness. He was wearing an icy white robe that did not suit him very well, and his face was always pale.
He sneered: "Your First Saint Lady really didn't feel wronged when she turned hell upside down."
"If you like him, why not take him back quickly? What are you waiting for? Is it that you Saintess don't want to go back?"
The first sentence of Qu Fengying mocks the other party, and the second sentence implicitly expresses resentment.
The two things that happened, Yue Shangxian ran to deliver the portrait to Yi Chi despite the danger and broke into prison, have made him depressed to this day.
Qu Fengying has respected and loved Yue Shangxian ever since he was rescued from the slave farm, and has been grateful to him.
Master is different from those sinister and cunning demon cultivators. He is cold and noble, high above everyone else, like the bright moon in the night sky, devoid of any emotions.
Qu Fengying hated the rumors about Zhu Jiu and Yue Shangxian the most. In his eyes, that was pure nonsense. Even if it was true, there was no way Yue Shangxian could have any feelings for Zhu Jiu.
But Yi Chi's appearance shattered his cognition.
Ahhh, how could Master do such a flattering thing for a distant nephew! ! And a portrait! !
He only dared to hide the little elephant secretly, and the crescent moon filled the sky just to hand it over to Yi Chi!
What about him? He is Yue Shangxian's personal disciple! Throughout the year, they had no contact except for training guidance, just like the most familiar strangers.
Life cannot be compared.
Qu Fengying couldn't figure it out and went crazy. He couldn't bear to blame his master and could only hate Yi Chi!
He hoped that Yi Chi would disappear in front of his master!
Therefore, the last sentence was full of resentment, and he stared at Yi Chi with gritted teeth. If you didn’t know, you would think that it was Yi Chi who provoked them.
Yi Chi was very confused and didn't know the reason, so he refused to let it go.
She complained to the moon in a decisive tone, "Uncle Master, Junior Brother Ququ wants me to go back to Qiannan!"
Qu Fengying: “???” Who is Qu Qu, who is your junior brother, get out!
And you're still complaining? Who do you think you are?
Yue Shangwan lowered her silver eyelashes and glanced at him coldly. Her voice was emotionless and she said, "Shut up."
The latter was confused, as if he was being bullied?
The moon has never been like this before!
Yi Chi put his hands on his hips and laughed: "Did you hear that, Ququ? Uncle Master told you to shut up."
Qu Fengying couldn't stand this, but he didn't say anything because he was under a silencing spell.
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Fang Chihong and Jian Xiurong shook their heads as they watched this scene. How should I put it? It was so familiar.
Only Yu Zhiqing was standing at the back, looking as cold and taciturn as usual - if you ignored his unconsciously wandering gaze.
On the other side, the Second Saint frowned. He was seriously trying to sow discord, not to add spice to the relationship between the uncle and nephew.
But...his temptation had also arrived.
The Second Holy Son smiled sinisterly.
At the same time, an evil aura suddenly erupted on the righteous side, covering a very wide area. Everyone was shocked to see that the evil aura was so dark and heavy that it seemed like it was going to wipe out all the young disciples with low cultivation.
He was horrified: "Oh no, it's an evil curse! It must have been hidden in the dust and sand and sent here! Quickly set up the barrier!"
Only then did everyone remember that the Second Saint was a dreaded sorcerer. It was not that they were unprepared, but they did not expect that he could cast a curse from such a distance!
However, it was too late. The curse was already mysterious and strange, making it hard to guard against. The evil curse was even more poisonous. When it exploded, it would be fatal!
unless--
Some people were prepared.
"Di Chen." An ethereal voice sounded.
With just two words, the person who was nearly killed had the fork-shaped black mark on his forehead dissipated by the green light that appeared out of nowhere, and it drifted away in the rolling wind or seeped into the corroded ground.
The air became visibly more chaotic and violent.
The younger disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that the big shots remained calm, they then remembered, how could they die right under their noses?
If Gu Fusheng had not discovered it in advance, they would not have let the Second Saint Son kill so many people in front of them.
But I was still grateful and in awe of Gu Fusheng.
He is worthy of being the best magic practitioner among the true disciples, and he can cast spells with ease.
Gu Fusheng was used to these compliments, so he didn't say anything, but just looked across coldly.
After the Second Saint Son used his killing move, everyone present had personally experienced this man's terror and was still frightened.
The former was fascinated by the panicked expressions of these people, and met Gu Fusheng's gaze with uninhibited playfulness, "What's wrong, little beauty, are you angry?"