LRAB Chapter 33 I just wanted you two to be reunited.
Chapter 33 I just wanted you two to be reunited.
The golden skill was finally fully revealed at this moment.
[Spirit Binding and Commanding] (Gold - Active):
You can command captive animal spirits or remnants of human souls.
It can allow imprisoned souls to possess it and use its abilities.
Current possession target: Shangguan Xiao (remnant soul)
skill:
【Resurrection Blood Body】: Creates a blood body identical to oneself. During the skill's duration, three exchanges are allowed.
Zhao Yan almost lost his mind.
He couldn't care less about why this mortal could use the supernatural powers of the Forgotten River Academy, or why his senior sister's remnant soul was in this person's hands.
He only wanted to kill the person in front of him.
To retrieve the remnant soul of my senior sister.
"Give it back to me!!!"
Zhao Yan roared and charged straight at Xia Chuan.
His figure left a blur in the moonlight, moving so fast that it was almost invisible.
Blood-red light condensed in his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and a blood-red short knife appeared out of thin air, its blade shimmering with blood-red light, exuding astonishing power.
Ten steps.
Five steps.
Three steps.
Zhao Yan made his move.
The short sword was aimed straight at Xia Chuan's throat. Before the sword even arrived, the wind from the blade had already blown the hair on Xia Chuan's forehead.
however--
Just as the blow was about to hit Xia Chuan, a blood-red hand reached out from the side.
It blocked the blade precisely between the blade and Xia Chuan.
"clang--!!!"
The crisp sound of metal striking stone.
Zhao Yan's short knife pierced the palm of the bloody hand, but it was as if it had struck millennia-old cold iron, unable to advance an inch.
Zhao Yan's eyes were bloodshot.
That was his knife.
That was my senior sister's blood.
Both originated from the same source, but at this moment, the blood body was like an insurmountable high wall, firmly protecting Xia Chuan.
Then, Xia Chuan's figure disappeared.
The next instant, a sense of crisis, like a cold snake, slithered up from the base of my spine to the back of my head.
He can even use the Blood Body Swap technique?!
The thought flashed through Zhao Yan's mind, and his heart pounded.
The sense of crisis from the stinging sensation on the skin almost solidified into a tangible reality.
Is it that direction?
Behind him.
Zhao Yan instinctively wanted to get away, so he took a step back and retreated rapidly.
But the bloody hand was faster than him.
Blood Body's five fingers tightened suddenly, gripping Zhao Yan's wrist holding the knife like iron clamps.
He exerted all his strength, trying to break free.
But the blood-soaked body remained completely still.
That hand, as if cast in bronze and iron, pinned him firmly to the spot.
On the other side.
Xia Chuan has completed his preparations.
His right leg stepped back slightly, his center of gravity lowered, and his whole body resembled a fully drawn bow.
Muscles tensed, bones cracked, and every fiber was accumulating destructive power.
[Intentional kick]
[Soul Release] will trigger on the next attack after it is cast.
"Black Flash!!"
Xia Chuan shouted lowly.
Black lightning exploded on his right leg; it was pure, unrestrained, and utterly physical violence.
Lightning tore through space, and the air emitted a deafening roar.
[Intentional kick]!
Xia Chuan's right leg, like a battle axe, crackled with black lightning, and kicked out fiercely.
Faced with this terrifying attack, Zhao Yan suddenly remembered something.
It brought back memories of the past.
A thousand years ago, the world was in chaos.
Powerful clans, severe drought, government troops, floods, and locust plagues tore the land of China to shreds.
Young Zhao Yan didn't understand any of this; all he knew was that his parents had starved to death.
But before their parents died, they said to Zhao Yan, whose eyes were glazed over from hunger:
"Eat it."
"Don't let anyone else pick it up."
Later, Zhao Yan couldn't remember how he got through it.
All he remembered was that when he woke up again, he was still very hungry.
In a time of famine, the bodies of my parents are both so heavy and so insignificant.
They felt heavy-hearted because this was the last thing they could give their child.
Lightweight, all of this cannot last long.
Zhao Yan nearly starved to death again.
This time, however, he was saved by a passing seeker of the Dharma.
The young girl in white gave Zhao Yan two white cakes.
Zhao Yan took the white cake and wolfed it down, but a strange and inexplicable emotion welled up inside him.
On what grounds?
Why should my family have to starve to death, sell our children, and even exchange our own to eat?
But some people can dress beautifully, eat well and be plump, and live such a carefree and leisurely life.
This world is unfair!!!
I'm going to change this damn world!
Zhao Yan's overwhelming determination led him to humbly beg to join the sect called "Wangchuan Academy".
First and foremost, Zhao Yan must defeat the chief disciple of Wangchuan.
It was the girl who handed him the two white cakes, Zhao Yan's senior sister.
Zhao Yan launched the challenge without fear.
Unsurprisingly, he failed.
Once, again, and again.
Every time, she was easily defeated by her senior sister, and every time she lost without any suspense.
But Zhao Yan never gave up.
Until one day, a mysterious person appeared before him.
The person was entirely blood-red and wore a mask; he was the Blood Body of the Forgotten River Academy.
"So boring."
The mysterious man's voice was deep and hoarse, "You seem quite interesting. I'll guide you in your cultivation."
Zhao Yan knew perfectly well what was going on.
Through the blood-stained figure, he recognized him—it was his master.
However, Zhao Yan did not reveal this.
He silently accepted the guidance of the "mysterious man," studied diligently day and night, and made rapid progress.
He quickly defeated his senior sister and seized the top spot in Wangchuan Academy.
But at the end of the duel, Zhao Yan was indeed surprised to find—
Senior Sister's blood body has a form that is exactly the same as Master's.
It has always been my senior sister who has been helping me with my cultivation.
Zhao Yan found his senior sister and wanted to find out the reason.
But he received an answer he had never even considered.
I know your ambition.
The senior student stood under the peach tree on the back hill of the academy, petals falling on her shoulders, her expression as aloof as ever:
"Throughout history, countless seekers of the Dharma have tried to save humanity, but in the end, nothing has changed."
"You are no exception."
The boy, puzzled, stubbornly raised his head: "Then why did you help me?"
The senior sister looked at him and remained silent for a long time.
Then, for the first time, her usually aloof expression softened slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her lips:
"It's just for fun."
She turned around, her back to Zhao Yan, her voice as soft as the wind rustling through flower petals:
"I want to see how far you can go."
Zhao Yan opened his eyes, his pupils filled with burning determination.
Senior sister!!!
For my senior sister!!!
I can't die!!!
I still have a backup plan!
Zhao Yan let out a final roar from the depths of his consciousness, pointing towards the blood body that had been placed outside Sanchuan Town long ago, originally intended for escape.
Waiter, come here!
Even if it means eternal damnation, I will rescue my senior sister from that demon!
With a death wish, Zhao Yan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took the lightning that tore through space head-on.
boom!!!!!
After a violent tremor, the already riddled Wu family compound developed spiderweb-like cracks centered on the blow.
Gravel rolled down, and dust flew everywhere.
And at the center of this attack—
Zhao Yan's clothes were ripped open, revealing a horrifying hole in his chest, transparent from front to back.
The edges were jagged, the marks of being torn apart by brute force, but no blood flowed out—because the flesh and blood near the wound had been completely evaporated by the residual force of that kick.
His skin was completely exposed, and black blood seeped from countless tiny cracks in his body, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
Xia Chuan's right leg was now protruding from Zhao Yan's chest.
He slowly pulled his right leg back.
A bloody leg was pulled out of the hole in Zhao Yan's chest, bringing with it a piece of broken bone and dried flesh.
Xia Chuan took a half step back, preparing to readjust his posture.
But then they discovered—
Zhao Yan, who had been completely lifeless, found himself gripping Xia Chuan's calves tightly with both hands.
Those hands were withered and pale, with nails deeply embedded in Xia Chuan's skin, like a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood.
Xia Chuan's gaze froze.
"You survived injuries like that?!"
Zhao Yan did not answer.
Blood was flowing from his seven orifices; black blood seeped from his eye sockets, nostrils, mouth, and ear canals.
The life force of the Nirvana Corpse was hysterically overdrawn, and the remaining magical power in its body was completely exhausted, replaced by a final life force originating from its original form.
Blood gushed wildly from Zhao Yan's body, flowing down his hands and Xia Chuan's legs like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing Xia Chuan's lower body.
Thick and scalding hot, it seemed to have a life of its own, climbing, wrapping, and enveloping Xia Chuan's skin.
[Aberrant Body Swap]!
Zhao Yan had not yet fully refined the blood body "Xiao Erdian," which was only intended as a means of escape. However, he summoned it to the Wu family compound with a determination to die.
A blood-soaked figure, about the size of a palm, flew in from the horizon and landed behind Xia Chuan.
At the same time, the black blood around Zhao Yan suddenly boiled, as if it had been injected with new life, surging, solidifying, and turning into layer after layer of blood-red cocoon.
It enveloped Xia Chuan along with the blood body he borrowed from Shangguan Xiao.
That way you can't change your body!
But when Zhao Yan met Xia Chuan's calm gaze, his heart skipped a beat.
This kid has a backup plan?
But I have reached a dead end.
The only thing we can do right now is to gamble everything!
Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to initiate the position swap.
"puff--"
With the final exchange with his blood body, Zhao Yan appeared outside the blood cocoon.
He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one hand, panting heavily.
The hole in his chest had not healed, and black blood was still flowing.
But in his eyes burned a kind of almost insane determination.
Having switched places and escaped, Zhao Yan's voice rang out like a vengeful ghost from hell—hoarse, low, and filled with a death-defying resolve:
"Come to hell with me!"
When my magic power is exhausted, I'll use my own blood!
Such a drain on his life force would surely kill Zhao Yan, even if he were a Nirvana Corpse.
I'm sorry, senior sister, I can't keep our appointment.
May you live a good life in your next life!
Zhao Yan struggled to his feet, his right hand clenched loosely.
The blood-red light coalesced once more, but this time, the light no longer came from magic power, but from his flesh, his bones, and his soul.
A Guan Dao (a type of halberd) slowly took shape in his hand.
The blade was blood red, and the greedy wolf engraved on the back of the blade howled to the sky, as if it wanted to devour the moon.
The Great Evil Blood Weapon - Greedy Wolf Slaying the Moon!!!
With Zhao Yan resolute in his determination to die, Guan Dao slashed down fiercely.
The blade flashed like the moon, cleaving through the night and the dust, striking directly at Xia Chuan, who was trapped in a blood-red cocoon.
Faced with such a deadly blow, Xia Chuan simply sighed softly.
With a slight effort, his right hand emerged from the blood-red cocoon, its five fingers spread wide.
"To bind spirits and command generals."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was terrifyingly clear.
Zhao Yan was speechless.
That feeling of controlling his soul returned, as if an invisible hand had reached into his body and grasped his soul.
"How...how is this possible?"
His body froze in mid-air, the guan dao stopping three feet above Xia Chuan's head, unable to strike again.
Xia Chuan did not speak.
The black flash attack that was just unleashed has refreshed the 30-day cooldown of the Spirit Binding skill.
Zhao Yan felt a chill in his heart and stared intently at Xia Chuan.
Sure enough, sure enough, there was a backup plan.
The true successor of the Three Truths, given time, will surely reach a level I dare not even imagine.
But now, allow me one last gamble!
Zhao Yan roared, his eyes bloodshot.
"If I die, you will not live either!!!"
He no longer tried to break free from the shackles of his soul, but instead chose—
Detonate itself.
His body began to swell, inflating like an inflating balloon, and dense cracks appeared on his skin, from which golden light shone.
The self-destruction of a powerful, magical corpse is enough to level an area of several miles.
however--
"The Three True Kings Sword Formation Talisman!!!"
A young yet resolute voice rang out from the ruins.
Zhao Yan's face stiffened.
That brat!
He turned his head sharply and saw that Gao Haoguang had stood up at some point.
The gray-haired boy was covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply at his side, while his right hand was raised high, with a golden talisman between his index and middle fingers.
The talisman paper was already more than half burned.
The second powerful magic talisman.
Golden lightsabers rained down like a storm, covering the sky and completely enveloping Zhao Yan's swollen figure.
"No--!!!"
Zhao Yan let out a final roar.
The lightsaber pierced his body, pinning his swollen frame to the spot, as if pierced by a thousand arrows.
Golden light intertwined with black corpse blood, annihilated, and exploded.
"boom--!!!"
But in his last glimpse, Zhao Yan saw—
The broken spirit body in Xia Chuan's hand.
Shangguan Xiao's remnant soul was floating there, its semi-transparent figure swaying slightly in the night wind, like a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment.
senior sister.
I am sorry.
It is my incompetence.
Zhao Yan's consciousness sank into a deathly silence.
There was no pain, no struggle, only endless darkness and endless regret.
however--
In the deepest part of that darkness, he sensed something.
Warm.
Soft.
It carries a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.
It's like an embrace.
Zhao Yan looked up in a daze and found himself lying in a pair of slender arms.
It has the fragrance of peach blossoms.
It has the fragrance of osmanthus in autumn.
There was a pair of warm hands gently stroking his hair.
"Thanks for your hard work."
That's what the voice said.
"Take a break."
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
Senior sister...
[Subdued the powerful magical corpse, gain 4000 lottery points]
Xia Chuan sighed, looking at the remnant souls of Zhao Yan and Shangguan Xiao embracing each other in his palm.
Two semi-transparent figures embraced each other tightly, as if they wanted to merge into each other's bones and blood.
One is tall, the other is petite.
One looked down, the other looked up.
Intertwined and nestled together, they resembled two ancient vines that had been entangled for thousands of years.
In Xia Chuan's palm, they were finally reunited.
"Why such a strong reaction?"
Xia Chuan scratched his head and sighed:
"I just want you two to be reunited."
He shook his head and carefully put away the two remnant souls in his palm.
Gao Haoguang remained silent.
He jumped down from the ruins, walked to Xia Chuan's side, looked down at his senior brother's palm, and then looked up at his senior brother's self-righteous face.
Silent for a long time.
He dared not use the same month order immediately, for fear that Jiang Mingzi might accidentally kill his senior brother while crossing time.
Then, he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, carrying a sense of world-weariness:
"Senior brother."
"Um?"
"I think what Zhao Yan and his wife might want is not this kind of reunion."
Xia Chuan paused for a moment, then thought seriously for a while, and finally slowly shook his head:
"You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?"
How do you know I don't like this?
Gao Haoguang: "..."
The moonlight shone on the devastated Wu family compound, casting long, long shadows of two figures standing side by side.
In the distance, Ma Chao, Miao Qingqing, Huang Erguo, Bai Xiaoxiao, as well as the Gu brothers, A Pao, and others, were struggling to get up from the ruins.
With a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal and an incredulous look in their eyes, they stared at the two people standing in the center of the battlefield.
Hai Shan also stood up at this moment, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Xia Chuan and Gao Haoguang through the mask.
"Damn..."
He murmured to himself, his voice filled with shock:
"This is the Three True Methods..."