Chapter 2391 - 2195: What Kind of World Is This_7
Chapter 2391: Chapter 2195: What Kind of World Is This_7
"When you see the master’s relic, it’s as if the master himself is present, why aren’t you kneeling?" Li Wenxin scolded Li Wendao.
"You want to expel me from the sect, master, then you’re no master!" Li Wendao stared into Li Wenxin’s eyes and said.
"Fine! Then blame me for being merciless!" Li Wenxin raised the Peach Wood Sword, secretly channeling Divine Skills, and the sword emitted a faint golden light while Li Wendao’s body suddenly emitted light. Song Xiaodong saw clearly that the light silhouette on Li Wendao was that of a Taoist.
"Slash!" Li Wenxin swung the sword towards the back of Li Wendao’s neck.
Chapter 2199: Don’t Dare to Do It Personally?
Song Xiaodong was startled, thinking Li Wenxin was really going to behead Li Wendao.
However, as the sword came down, Li Wendao’s head remained intact, only the golden glowing figure on him had its head cut off by the Peach Wood Sword, and the golden light also dissipated.
Song Xiaodong understood that Li Wenxin had severed Li Wendao’s Yang spirit.
Without the Yang spirit, there are no Taoist Magical Powers.
"You’re indeed a coward, a timid fool, you don’t even dare to kill personally?" Li Wendao tilted his head and glared at Li Wenxin.
Li Wenxin didn’t understand, because he didn’t know about Nanyang Sorcery.
Sorcery, especially Flying Down, requires using one’s own cultivation level to suppress the Little Ghost, otherwise, it would backfire.
Li Wendao, without his cultivation, no longer had the ability to suppress the Little Ghost.
Li Wendao laughed miserably, kneeled on the ground, looked up to the sky and said, "Little Jade, your father is leaving first, your father is going to find your mother..."
After speaking, Li Wendao began bleeding from all seven orifices, as colorful insects began crawling out of his blood, he fell to the ground, turning into pus, emitting a foul stench.
Lu Yaobing, a medical student, accustomed to seeing the dead, nevertheless felt nauseated seeing this scene, and couldn’t help but vomit.
"Mr. Song, take care." Li Wenxin turned and left.
Song Xiaodong came back to Lu Yaobing’s side. Lu Yaobing was wearing nothing, tightly wrapped in the black robe Li Wendao had used to bind her.
"Master! Why did you only come now! Sob sob sob..." Lu Yaobing embraced Song Xiaodong’s waist and cried bitterly in his arms.
"Disciple, if I had come earlier, I wouldn’t have unearthed this scum." Song Xiaodong pointed his finger at the puddle of pus that Li Wendao had become.
"Hmm." Lu Yaobing nodded in Song Xiaodong’s arms.
"Wear this." Song Xiaodong took out a White Cloak, thin as a cicada wing.
It was a treasure dug out from Wang Gang’s underground vault.
"Master, you’re blocking me!"
"Hmm."
Lu Yaobing stood up, fully exposed. Song Xiaodong blocked Lu Yaobing, unable to resist squinting to look.
Lu Yaobing wrapped the cloak tightly, twisted a knot, and tied it into a very pretty off-shoulder dress style, the white skirt gently swaying in the wind.
"You know, girls with white skirts and long straight black hair have the highest chance of being assaulted." Song Xiaodong suddenly commented.
"Master!" Lu Yaobing laughed amid her tears.
Lu Yaobing stood and re-wrapped Li Wendao’s black cloth around herself. After tidying up, she went to the puddle of pus that was once Li Wendao.
"Master..."
"Hmm." Song Xiaodong also walked up.
"I truly apologize to you, this matter was clearly due to me, yet the consequences affected you." Song Xiaodong said to Lu Yaobing.
"Master, I overheard their conversation." Lu Yaobing stared blankly at the blood on the ground, saying to Song Xiaodong.
"What did they say?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"They are brothers, both fell for a woman named Fang Yu. The elder thought the younger loved her more, so he urged him to descend the mountain to marry her. As a result, Fang Yu committed suicide due to the younger, and the younger lost his position as head of the Taoist temple. The younger believed all this was the elder’s conspiracy." Lu Yaobing said.
"Alas..." Song Xiaodong sighed.
"The elder didn’t even attend Fang Yu’s funeral." Lu Yaobing added.
"These two brothers, one willing to descend the mountain for a woman, kill for a daughter, while the other didn’t dare to attend the funeral of his beloved. One is brave and bold, the other is restrained and timid, completely opposite personalities, yet they are blood brothers." Song Xiaodong couldn’t help but empathize.
"Were you scared!" Song Xiaodong turned and affectionately patted Lu Yaobing’s hair.
"No, I’m the master’s disciple, I’m not afraid." Lu Yaobing lifted her head, her black eyes shimmering with tears.
"Hmm, rest assured, I will never let you suffer any harm at any time." Song Xiaodong solemnly promised.
"I trust you, master." Lu Yaobing raised her head, looking into Song Xiaodong’s eyes.
Song Xiaodong, for some reason, avoided Lu Yaobing’s gaze.
"Disciple, do you see the Golden Needle there? Could you help me pick it up?" Song Xiaodong pointed to a needle in the blood on the ground.
"Master!"
Lu Yaobing pinched her nose, used the black cloth wrapped around her to pick up the Golden Needle in the blood, wiped it, and handed it to Song Xiaodong.
"Here." Lu Yaobing pouted as she handed it to Song Xiaodong.
"This White Cloak on you now, it’s yours. It’s a treasure; they say bullets can’t penetrate it." Song Xiaodong said to Lu Yaobing.
"This thing is strange, obviously worn on the body, yet it feels like wearing nothing—it has no weight." Lu Yaobing looked down at her body.
Song Xiaodong looked down as well, the cloak thin as a cicada’s wing, translucent like gauze, body lines clearly visible, making Song Xiaodong’s face flush.
Lu Yaobing too just realized this item was nearly transparent.
"Master!" Lu Yaobing stomped her foot in urgency.
Song Xiaodong hurriedly turned his head away.
"That’s why I said it’s a treasure." Song Xiaodong said.
"Master, I can’t perform Qi Refinement. What’s the point of gifting me treasures? You say this thing can stop bullets, wouldn’t it be better for you to use it? Didn’t you always say you undertake dangerous missions? With this, you wouldn’t fear bullets." Lu Yaobing said to Song Xiaodong.
"With this on you, no one will ever dare lay a finger on you again." Song Xiaodong told Lu Yaobing.
"But master, I can’t wear this every day..." Lu Yaobing lowered her head to look at her stomach, her petite navel clearly visible.
"It’s so sheer you can’t wear it out." Lu Yaobing blushed deeply.
"Master, you’re blushing!" Lu Yaobing said, pointing and laughing at Song Xiaodong’s face.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you back to school."
"Master, how can I go back like this!"
"Just go back directly."
"If I go back to the dormitory dressed like this, my roommates will freak out! I need to get my clothes!"
"Oh dear, the bathhouse is closed already!" Lu Yaobing said.
"Then come back with me to the Su Family Courtyard, I’ll have the mistress find you some clothes, head back to school tomorrow morning." Song Xiaodong said.
"Alright."
Song Xiaodong drove Lu Yaobing to the Su Family Courtyard.
"Oh dear, Bingbing, what’s happened?" Song Xiaoru looked at Lu Yaobing, wrapped in black and white cloth, tear streaks on her face, and asked.
"Sis!" Lu Yaobing rushed into Song Xiaoru’s arms and burst into tears.
"Oh, oh, oh, don’t cry, don’t cry! Your sister is here!" Song Xiaoru hugged Lu Yaobing, holding the back of her head, speaking while exchanging glances with Song Xiaodong.