readytorunbook #327 - So experienced
#327 - So experienced
Meng Jin released a golden light from his hand, and Wang Jixuan thought he was going to directly kill Li Weiqi.
Unexpectedly... it was healing.
Moreover, if Wang Jixuan's senses were correct, the golden light Meng Jin was releasing now should have the effect of suppressing demonic energy.
A new spiritual energy circuit developed by spiritual cultivators?
Daoist Wang was slightly surprised by this, after all, he had been listening to No. 5 complain about how these three old fogeys were inflexible and pretentious, but he didn't expect them to have research capabilities as well.
Looking above.
The golden light blooming from Meng Jin's palm shone into Li Weiqi's body, and the injuries on Li Weiqi's body seemed to be alleviated, and he also woke up from his coma.
Li Weiqi shook his head and slowly looked up forward.
In just an instant, the ferocity and shrewdness in Li Weiqi's eyes were withdrawn, turning into helplessness and despair.
He showed a bitter smile and said in a trembling voice: "Have you changed to another big shot to torture me...?"
"My time is limited."
Meng Jin put his hands behind his back and said slowly:
"I know roughly what happened to you. Angel asked me to come over. I think you also know that you have no way out."
"Be quick, tell me where the information is, and I can let you die a little easier."
"You probably don't know what the original Tribunal was for, do you?"
Li Weiqi's Adam's apple moved up and down, wanting to speak but hesitating.
He read amusement in Meng Jin's eyes.
Meng Jin seemed to enjoy exposing his lies.
Li Weiqi asked in a low voice: "Aren't you... already crippled by the Black Storm?"
The smile on the corner of Meng Jin's mouth grew stronger: "Want to counterattack? You're too young, Li Weiqi."
After saying that, Meng Jin lightly snapped his fingers, and Li Weiqi's left and right ribs were simultaneously subjected to air punches, and Li Weiqi lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Meng Jin smiled and said: "Where is the information? This is the second to last time."
Li Weiqi screamed a few times and found that the woman outside the door would not come in, and finally gave up.
He asked in a low voice: "Aren't you... already crippled by the Black Storm?"
Meng Jin said indifferently: "Is this the only kind of inferior attack rhetoric you know?"
He gently raised his hand, and the large muscles of Li Weiqi's legs and arms suddenly began to twist irregularly. In just two seconds, Li Weiqi looked up and screamed, with a lot of cold sweat pouring out of his body, and constantly cursing.
Meng Jin lightly swiped his finger, Li Weiqi's muscles were still twitching slightly, and he lowered his head and gasped for breath.
"I can play with you for half an hour," Meng Jin said indifferently, "It's good for both of us to tell the truth. This kind of torture is only the most basic. I can interrogate you while healing you."
Li Weiqi looked up at Meng Jin and continued to squint and smile: "Aren't you... already crippled by the Black Storm...?"
Meng Jin's nostrils trembled slightly, and he suddenly punched forward.
With a bang, Li Weiqi's chest collapsed inward, and the inwardly folded ribs almost pierced his heart.
Li Weiqi's lips were purple, still chanting: "Aren't you... already crippled by the Black Storm...?"
Meng Jin flicked his left hand violently.
A streak of blood sprayed on the cross behind him, and Li Weiqi's head slowly slipped off.
"Hmph, a repeating machine brainwashed by Fu Jian."
Meng Jin shook his head and turned to leave.
Rarely, the former head of the Tribunal, who had many interrogation methods, hated this interrogation.
Not long after Meng Jin left, a shallow halo appeared under Li Weiqi's feet, and a faint ripple quickly disappeared.
......
Li Weiqi died.
He clearly remembered that he was dead, dead at the hands of Meng Jin, who was exasperated.
'Alas, I only did one or two meaningful things.'
'It's worth it too.'
'It really fucking hurts, I've been holding on for so long, but Angel is still not soft-hearted.'
'They have been asking about the whereabouts of the intelligence, they should want to follow the clues and catch the people of the Natural Faction, so what exactly went wrong in which link.'
'No, why can I still think? Didn't I lose my head?'
Li Weiqi suddenly reacted.
It took him a long time to barely sense his [Ego], and then he found himself in a dark empty box.
Looking down, he was a faint soul.
Faint soul, a fool.
'I am indeed an asshole in some situations.'
Li Weiqi sighed softly.
He stood in the darkness, thinking of Angel's pregnancy, thinking of his excitement when he directly saw the main body of the Black Storm, thinking of many, many things...
He only didn't think about whether he could live next.
This was actually something beyond his understanding.
After an unknown amount of time.
'Eh? Why am I still not dead?'
Li Weiqi, who had reviewed his whole life, was a little confused again.
Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light in the darkness beside him.
Li Weiqi was subconsciously curious, and his soul began to approach the glimmer of light involuntarily.
He had the most basic vigilance, worried that this was some new type of interrogation method. He had heard people say before...
"Li Weiqi?"
An old and vigorous voice slowly floated from the front.
Li Weiqi shuddered, and that glimmer of light crashed towards him, creating a screen of light.
He subconsciously covered his eyes with the back of his hand, heard birds singing in his ears, and smelled the fragrance of flowers. When he put down his hand, he found himself in a forest.
In the distance, the green mountains were like ink, and nearby, pine and cypress trees formed a forest.
Underneath his feet was a bluestone path covered with moss, and at the end of the path, he could see a small courtyard with a fence.
Everything felt so real;
That is, Li Weiqi raised his hand to touch his chest, but his palm did not touch any real objects, and just passed through.
Eh, it's not real.
"Little friend."
That old voice came again.
With a creak, the wooden door of the thatched cottage in the small courtyard was pulled open, and an old Taoist with a youthful face and white hair, wearing a green robe, walked out slowly with a whisk in his hand, summoning Li Weiqi with a smile.
"Come here."
Li Weiqi pointed to his nose: "Me?"
"Is there anyone else here?"
The old Taoist said gently:
"There is a person named Wang Zheng, who also got the elegant name of Black Storm in your place, do you know him?"
Li Weiqi nodded quickly and smiled: "He is a great hero admired by everyone, and a big shot who has saved countless people, of course I have heard of this name."
The old Taoist had a smile in his eyes.
He said slowly: "Your wariness is also reasonable. I know all the sins you have suffered here... It was Wang Zheng who asked me to come and find you."
Li Weiqi was obviously stunned.
He smiled along and said: "How could this big shot know a nobody like me?"
"Because you once gave him a letter."
The old Taoist gently flicked his whisk, and Li Weiqi floated into the small courtyard on his own, sitting on a futon under a crooked-neck tree.
Mentioning the letter, Li Weiqi's expression finally changed.
The old Taoist said softly: "You not only gave him a letter, but the first time you met him, you saw his battle puppet and were used as a messenger."
Li Weiqi frowned and looked at the old Taoist in front of him.
"You... who exactly are you?"
The old Taoist's whisk trembled gently, and several stick figures jumped out of the whisk, one pinching seals, one casting spells, and one controlling swords.
These were all Wang Jixuan's 'unique' methods.
Li Weiqi was dazzled.
The old Taoist sighed softly: "Wang Zheng's death was due to his lack of ability, failing to break this situation, only hurting some of the Blade Beast's fur... Seeing that you still have some doubts, well, let you see this memory he sent back."
The old Taoist raised his hand and pointed at Li Weiqi, and Li Weiqi subconsciously closed his eyes and concentrated, seeing a first-person battle scene.
This was Wang Jixuan's own memory fragment, so of course it wouldn't be fake.
Li Weiqi's spirit shook violently, and he opened his eyes and stared at the old Taoist in front of him.
The old Taoist smiled and stroked his beard, nodding slowly, continuing to maintain the demeanor of an expert.
The old Taoist said slowly:
"Although Wang Zheng is dead, the mortals in this world are still suffering from the disaster of beasts."
"You don't have to worry, Wang Zheng's soul has returned to the upper realm, but because of this unsuccessful assessment and suffering injuries, he will be imprisoned for three thousand years to let him reflect properly."
"Three thousand years..."
Li Weiqi said quickly: "This, this old man, please don't do this. You don't know how powerful the enemies Mr. Black Storm faced. He had a huge impact on the world in such a short period of time, killing so many King-level Blade Beasts..."
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"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Three thousand years is just a nap for immortals."
The old Taoist waved his hand with a smile:
"You are a kind-hearted person, you have just suffered ten days of torment and the pain of being killed, but you still want to intercede for others."
Li Weiqi smiled miserably: "Being kind-hearted or something is useless. I'm just a small shrimp, trying to struggle a few times in the mud, only to realize that the sky I saw is just the sky, it's not mine."
The old Taoist sighed softly, but did not beat around the bush, and directly cut to the theme.
"I am saving your life to entrust you with a matter."
"Just tell me... I don't know what to call you."
"Just a mountain wild old Taoist, not worth any title, just call me Old Man Daoji."
The old Taoist stroked his beard and chanted softly:
"Wang Zheng is naturally unwilling to retire like this."
"But his soul is damaged. If he forcibly returns, I'm afraid he will be wiped out, so I deliberately imprisoned him for a period of time to let him recuperate and then complete his unfinished mission."
"This kind of trial is his only way to the upper realm. Now that he has suffered a heavy blow, I am his senior brother, and I don't want to see him fall into his own obsession, so, I want to find one or two helpers for him..."
"I am willing!"
Li Weiqi said firmly.
The old Taoist was stunned: "What are you willing to do?"
“Be his assistant!”
Li Weiqi's eyes flashed with light:
“I've been waiting for this opportunity for over twenty years! For the sake of human revival, for the sake of civilization's survival! I've already died once. If this soul can be of use, I'm willing to do anything!
“Please give me this opportunity!”
He lowered his head, pleading.
His entire soul emitted a faint light.
His uprightness was compelling.
This kind of person is actually terrifying.
The 'Old Taoist' impersonator, a certain Taoist priest, was now also a bit hesitant.
Li Weiqi has ideals, ambition, acting skills, and specialties. He is adaptable and has a firm will. He is indeed a talent capable of great things.
But this kind of person is also difficult to control.
If he goes down the wrong path, he will be even more wicked than ordinary villains.
However…
If we don't nurture such a person, are we supposed to nurture Meng Jin?
“A promising youth, nothing could be better.”
The Old Taoist gently waved the horsetail whisk in his hand, sweeping it over Li Weiqi, and said slowly:
“There's a question. That romantic entanglement of yours called Angel, do you still have lingering feelings? If you are troubled by love, it will easily lead to mistakes.”
Li Weiqi opened his mouth, his eyes filled with confusion.
His previously heroic and high-spirited appearance instantly disappeared.
Li Weiqi frowned and pondered, and before long, he was saddened.
“I almost became a father.”
He smiled wryly:
“I never knew about this… If I had known, then I might…
“I also don't know what choice I would have made.
“I can imagine the scene of me and Angel living together, having children, having a warm family… But… my heart is in chaos, I don't know how to face this.
“Fate seems to be playing a joke on me. Just as I selflessly devoted myself to the cause of human contribution, my within-reach family…”
He stared blankly ahead, his eyes losing their light.
The Old Taoist sighed softly and said gently: “Your soul is also damaged. Don't think too much. Recuperate here for a few days. This poor Taoist will come and find you later.”
After saying that, the Old Taoist stood up, gently waving the horsetail whisk in his hand, and disappeared.
Li Weiqi scratched his head, wanting to be annoyed but unable to be.
He seemed to have missed some opportunities.
But…
It's already like this, so who cares.
Let him be sad for a while, for the baby, whether it's a son or a daughter.
…
Wang Jixuan found a spacious crevice underground and sat there, lost in thought.
The Old Taoist was naturally him in disguise, using talismans to create a simple illusion, not a particularly clever trick.
He released Mudan.
In this environment without much oxygen, only Mudan, this mechanical body, and him, this Golden Core cultivator, could move around easily as usual.
“Commander, how did it go?”
“The soul has been saved and placed in the Soul-Nourishing Talisman to recuperate. This talisman can only be used for three days. Within three days, we need to find a body for him.”
Wang Jixuan sighed softly:
“I'm hesitating whether or not to pass on some demonic techniques to him.”
“Uh, does demonic technique refer to that kind of black energy technique?” Mudan asked softly, “Didn't you say that demonic techniques easily affect people's minds?”
“That's true, but demonic techniques can be quickly mastered. Even if he successfully seizes a body and is reborn, he won't have a stable environment to cultivate in.”
Wang Jixuan simply said:
“I personally prefer not to pass on Taoist methods, at most some Buddhist scriptures or demonic techniques.
“I really like this talent, Li Weiqi. If nurtured properly, he can stand on his own.
“The only two points I'm hesitant about are whether or not to pass on techniques, and if I pass on demonic techniques, which one should I pass on? If someone with his personality goes against us, he will be more destructive than ordinary evil demons.”
Mudan pinched her white and smooth little chin and thought carefully for a while.
Wang Jixuan slapped his thigh: “Let's find him a body first, and talk about other things later. It's best to settle everything within half a month.”
Mudan smiled and said: “It should be easy to find a body, there are infusion experiments everywhere here.”
Infusion experiment…
A flash of inspiration struck Wang Taoist, and his spiritual sense focused on various areas.
Mudan is right, finding a newly dead young body here is simply easy, and you can even easily find some failed modified psionicists.
Arrange it for Li Weiqi first, and then consider teaching him how to cultivate.
Psionicists have no way to follow the orthodox path of cultivation;
However, Wang Jixuan has also explored a feasible path from Wu Man, Zheng Shiduo, and others.
The flash of inspiration just now should not be easily wasted.
Before leaving, look around these infusion pools to see if there are any vengeful spirits, and give the Psionic City a night parade of a hundred ghosts. That seems like a good idea.
Taoist Wang smiled with narrowed eyes.
Just as he was about to conduct an on-site survey, Mudan suddenly spoke:
“Commander, Mai Xiaomei has found a clue! She just sent a message! The living museum we're looking for, uh, is inside the Sphere of Inertia.”
Wang Jixuan: …
Old Taoist swearing.