CXnovel How long did you spend reading Chapter 213?
How long did you spend reading Chapter 213?
"Um."
"He even broke through to the Golden Core stage in the middle."
"I was forced to."
"Then infiltrate the palace where more than a dozen powerful beings are fighting."
"Good luck."
"We have found a miraculous pool that can bring the dead back to life."
"happen."
"They saved both of our lives."
"The merit of the Spirit Pool."
Yu Jianhuan fell silent.
Her gaze fell on the tiny scratches on the edge of Mo Chengyue's bronze mask.
It fell onto the dried, dark bloodstains on his sleeve.
It landed at the base of the wall where he had sat cross-legged, on the ground warmed by his body heat.
She didn't say anything more.
She simply tightened her arms, which were protecting her chest, a little.
It's not because I'm shy.
It was because she didn't want him to see her eyes were red.
Just then, a very faint groan came from the other end of the pool.
It was like jade striking each other, or like ice shattering.
Su Qingying woke up.
Her awakening was completely different from Yu Jianhuan's.
There was no confusing boot-up process.
It only took a breath from closing his eyes to opening them.
A pair of clear, cold eyes, as white as frost and snow, precisely locked onto the bronze mask by the pool.
Then--
The pupils suddenly contracted.
Her body tensed up abruptly, and her right hand instinctively reached for her waist—where she hung her Jade Spirit Sword.
empty.
Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat when he saw her reaction.
It's not fear.
It's a very complex feeling.
He had seen the look in Su Qingying's eyes before she died.
Those eyes held a mixture of relief, resentment, and something so tender that he dared not look directly into them.
But at this moment, Su Qingying had just woken up.
She hadn't yet come to the realization that she had "died once."
The first instinctive reaction is still—
Touching the sword.
Su Qingying's hand hovered in mid-air, frozen for a moment.
Then, the memories returned.
Like a dam that has burst its banks.
The poisoned bone spear pierced through his abdomen.
The inner elixir shattered.
Blood pact.
The Azure Spirit Sword.
He took off his mask.
That face she had been chasing for a very, very long time.
A light touch on my forehead, almost imperceptible.
She slowly lowered her hand.
It is placed back on the water surface.
Su Qingying did not speak.
She simply stared silently at the bronze mask.
His gaze, initially sharp, gradually became more complex.
The air remained quiet for about three breaths.
Then Su Qingying lowered her head.
I saw myself.
I saw the crystal-clear pool water.
She saw that the extent of her clothing was even worse than Yu Jianhuan's.
Her face turned from pale to crimson in an instant.
That redness burned from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and then spread from her ears to her neck.
Even the pool water reflected a pink hue.
Su Qingying's aloof and cold persona.
At this moment, it shattered even more completely than her previous inner core.
She suddenly crossed her arms in front of her to protect herself.
She instinctively shrank into the water, which just covered her collarbone.
Then she finally spoke.
His voice was extremely low, carrying a quality of trying to remain calm but clearly trembling.
"How long...did you watch?"
"From the time you entered the pool until now, it's been about..."
He did the calculations carefully.
"Three or four hours?"
Su Qingying's knuckles turned white from clenching her fists.
Yu Jianhuan raised an eyebrow with schadenfreude on the other side.
Although she herself wasn't much better off, seeing the Ice Queen shattered into pieces was quite a sight.
A subtle competitive feeling made her feel a tiny bit better.
Mo Chengyue sensed killing intent emanating from two directions within the pool.
A chill as cold as ice.
A poison as venomous as a snake or scorpion.
The sensations converged on him, sending a chill down his spine.
But he still didn't say he would stop the car.
"Actually, there's not much to see."
He shrugged, speaking casually.
"After all... it's not like I haven't seen the whole body before."
The pool water exploded.
It's not a metaphor.
It's an explosion in the physical sense.
Su Qingying and Yu Jianhuan made their move almost simultaneously.
The inner core within Su Qingying's body, which had just been repaired, trembled violently.
A concentrated column of spiritual energy erupted from the surface of the pool.
It struck Mo Chengyue's face with pinpoint accuracy.
Yu Jianhuan's newly formed rose-purple spiritual power is still unstable.
But that was enough for her to stir up a ripple in the pool.
He slapped the obnoxious mask on the edge of the pool.
Mo Chengyue was prepared.
With a flash, the Heavenly Dragon Step left a trail of afterimages in the secret chamber, barely dodging two attacks.
The water crashed against the spot where he had just been standing, splashing everywhere.
"Hurry up and bring the clothes!"
Two voices.
One is cold, the other is coquettish.
in unison.
They were so neatly arranged, as if they had rehearsed their lines beforehand.
Mo Chengyue stood in the corner, maintaining a safe distance from the pool.
The corners of his mouth behind the mask were stretched to their maximum arc.
He discovered something very interesting—
These two women are, one is an icy swordsman from Biyun Peak, and the other is a femme fatale from Yulin Peak.
Normally, they have absolutely no connection with each other within the sect.
But at this moment, facing a common enemy, they displayed an amazing level of teamwork.
"Okay, okay, I'll get it right away."
As he spoke, he took out two defensive robes from his storage bag.
These were spoils he had previously taken from Han Cang, the senior disciple of the Yunlan Sect, and another disciple.
It is of superior quality, with complete spiritual energy defense patterns, and most importantly...
The size is just right for women.
Don't ask him why he found a woman's robe on the male cultivator.
He didn't want to delve into why the two Yunlan Sect disciples had women's clothing in their storage bags.
"The material is good, produced by Yunlan Sect, a high-end line."
He placed the two robes on the edge of the pool, then very tactfully turned around and faced the wall.
"Please, both of you clients, change your clothes."
The sound of rushing water came from behind.
The sound of the two getting up from the pool.
The rustling sound of fabric unfolding.
The soft sound of the strap tightening.
Mo Chengyue faced the wall, his expression serious.
Its ears stood up even higher than those of a nimble rabbit.
Yu Jianhuan's voice sounded from behind, tinged with wariness.
"If you dare to use the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique to peek..."
Do I look like that kind of person?
Mo Chengyue looked completely innocent.
"picture."
The two voices overlapped again.
Mo Chengyue's lips curled up again behind his mask.
Ok.
They all survived.
The sound has been restored.
Their energy and spirit have returned.
The murderous intent returned.
now it's right.
About twenty breaths passed.
"alright."
Su Qingying's voice returned to its usual cool and aloof tone.
But if you listen carefully, the ending sound is strained.
Mo Chengyue turned around.
Two women stood by the pool.
The pool water just reached their calves.
The defensive robes of the Yunlan Sect are moon-white with subtle silver thread patterns.
It suited Su Qingying quite well.
Her cool and aloof demeanor gave the robes an air of otherworldly elegance.
Yu Jianhuan tied her robe and belt very tightly, accentuating her exquisite waistline.
She has a natural talent for dressing to look her best.
Even if it's a trophy taken from a dead person.
The three of them finally stood face to face.
The distance is about three steps.
Mo Chengyue leaned against the wall.
Su Qingying was on the left side of the pool.
Yu Jianhuan was on the right side of the pond.
The atmosphere suddenly quieted down from the previous playful banter.
It's like someone pressed the pause button.
Yu Jianhuan looked down at her palm.
Her long, slender, fair fingers had long since lost the nail polish from battles.
But her skin is more delicate and radiant than before.
She flipped her wrist.
The three deep, bone-revealing lacerations left on her forearm by the Roc's claws.
Gone.
There is no trace at all.
She then probed inward with her divine sense.
The rose purple inner core is operating smoothly.
Abundant spiritual energy.
The meridians are unobstructed.
She really achieved the Golden Core stage.
In a deep sleep.
In this unnamed pool.
Yu Jianhuan slowly raised her head and looked at Mo Chengyue.
The emotions in Danfeng's eyes were too intense.
So much so that she herself couldn't tell what was inside.
There was a sense of disorientation, as if one had survived a catastrophe.
I feel so grateful, I don't know how to express it.
There was a kind of dependence she would never have admitted before.
and also--
When she saw Su Qingying there, she felt a faint, unreasonable pang of jealousy.