SFS Chapter 298 Severe Injury
Chapter 298 Severe Injury
Chapter 298 Severe Injury
I entered the room.
Yang Silang carefully placed Hu Jiaoniang on the bed before examining her injuries.
The woman was unconscious, dressed in a simple white dress with blood on her chest, but no other injuries.
One of her hands was clenched tightly, holding a stone slab, which was the very same person from the magic gem that Yang Silang had lent her before.
Yang Silang gently pried open his palm, and saw that the little figure on the thin stone slab had countless wounds of all sizes, it could be described as riddled with holes.
He gasped.
This shows that Hu Jiaoniang suffered so many injuries in the real world, it's a miracle she was able to escape.
But that makes things more complicated.
Yang Silang carefully channeled his spiritual power to probe into Hu Jiaoniang's sea of consciousness.
Buzz————
The view shifted, and in the blink of an eye, we were in a vast space.
From the perspective of the little soul, this place is incredibly vast, with a ferocious stone dragon floating in mid-air with its mouth wide open, and a five-tailed fox perched on top of it.
Its color is pure white, and its five huge tails are intertwined and placed under its body, like a white, woolly lotus platform.
Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the five tails are broken at the ends, leaving only the shape.
Compared to Yang Silang's demigod, the white fox was as large as a small mountain, the difference between the two being almost a thousand times greater.
This also reflects the difference in the true strength of their spiritual cultivation.
Hu Jiaoniang is a genuine demon immortal, while Yang Silang, even with the help of a blessed land recently and his cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds, has only reached the realm of controlling objects and condensing the body, far behind her.
However, the white fox's condition was not good.
He was fast asleep with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. According to the cultivation level of a demon immortal, his soul should have transformed from yin to yang, and he should be lifelike and alive.
When his soul escapes into the mortal world, someone with Yang Silang's level of cultivation would be unable to distinguish whether he was a soul body or a real person.
However, this white fox, with its shimmering, flickering light like a candle swaying in the wind, was covered in dense black cracks and made a crackling sound all over its body.
With a crackling sound.
Each piece of its skin that fell off transformed into specks of light that drilled into the stone dragon beneath it.
In just a short while, one of its tails began to fade.
Yang Silang gasped in shock upon seeing this.
Hu Jiaoniang's entire cultivation had been transformed into those five tails, but now one tail had become ethereal, indicating that she was seriously injured.
Moreover, the stone dragon beneath it was actually still alive, only its entire body was blackened and it was gradually petrifying. Its movements were slow like a zombie, its expression was ferocious, and its eyes were still moving.
Its mouth was wide open, greedily absorbing the soul light that fell from the white fox's shattered body.
Within its body, black chains sprouted and extended upwards, tightly encircling the white fox and securing the two together.
The cracks on the white fox's body were actually formed from the black locks spreading and climbing up the stone dragon's body.
It is absorbing the white fox's cultivation in this way.
"Is this dragon energy?"
Yang Silang had refined the Qin Dynasty's jade seal before, so he was no stranger to the dragon energy within it.
The so-called dragon aura is essentially formed by the imperial family using the thoughts of millions of people across the land.
It could be the righteous and just way of the king, or it could be the domineering way of intimidation.
But ultimately, it is the way of ruling the world and being the only one who is supreme.
However, although this stone dragon was also formed from dragon energy, it had almost completely lost its kingly and domineering nature.
Its interior was filled with a decaying, deathly aura, yet for some reason, it refused to dissipate under some mysterious Dao principle.
Yang Silang felt only despair at the impending doom from this stone dragon.
It seemed as if its entire body had entered the gates of hell, with only one claw outside, yet it still desperately tried to grab at anything within its reach, hoping to drown and die together.
Unfortunately.
Hu Jiaoniang was clearly the unlucky one.
This dragon, formed from dragon energy, is somehow intimately connected to her and is continuously draining her soul power to delay her demise.
Even though the stench of decay on its body couldn't be concealed, and it was destined to die, relying solely on the white fox's soul power to prolong its life, it still wouldn't let go!
Yang Silang's face darkened.
Oh no, it's not a physical injury, but a wound to the soul.
However, healing injuries to the soul was not his forte.
Moreover, this was not an ordinary injury to the soul; it seemed to be caused by the backlash of dragon energy.
He recalled that Li Hongen, the Grand Eunuch in charge of the Treasury and the one who used the alias Gong Tianbao, was a master of martial arts under the Yan Emperor.
When the Yan Kingdom's dragon vein was still intact, he was one of the four most famous eunuchs in the palace.
However, with the fall of the Yan Kingdom and the collapse of the dragon vein, he was devoured by the dragon energy, losing only one-tenth of his martial arts skills and barely maintaining his position as a Grandmaster of the Golden Marrow Realm.
As a result, he was repeatedly defeated and utterly humiliated by a treacherous adopted son.
Hu Jiaoniang was, after all, a concubine who had been officially appointed, and in the past, she had been favored by the dragon vein and enjoyed the benefits of the dragon's aura.
But in its current state, it is clear that it is being devoured by the dragon's energy.
Wait, if the dragon energy backfires, doesn't that mean the dragon vein of the founding emperor of the Shun Kingdom has collapsed?
If the dragon vein still exists, unless Hu Jiaoniang rebels against the palace and Emperor Yongchang issues an imperial edict stripping her of her status as a concubine, she will not suffer from the backlash of the dragon's energy.
Hu Jiaoniang left a few days ago, intending to fly back to the capital to participate in the war and settle the karmic debt with Emperor Yongchang.
If she wanted to rebel, she wouldn't need to go back to the capital, that bloody grinder, and invite trouble upon herself.
That doesn't make sense.
at this time.
Another surge of soul power entered this space.
It was indeed Mo Xinlian, but the soul body that Mo Xinlian transformed into was also incredibly large.
She leaned in, and as her body swayed, she grew to the size of Yang Silang's spirit body, standing beside her.
"Tsk tsk—" Mo Xinlian laughed out loud, "Hu Jiaoniang, you've finally met your match—"
"Let me see—indeed, it's a backlash from the dragon's energy."
Her laughter stopped abruptly.
"Oh no, why is there a backlash from the dragon's energy?"
"Has the capital fallen?"
"That shouldn't be the case. With an outer wall stretching 330 li and protected by array formations, it's normal that such a formidable city would take two or three years to conquer!"
"Oh no, does that mean my Mo family is now a sea of blood?"
Mo Xinlian was momentarily flustered when she thought of this possibility.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Those old foxes in the Mohist school are cunning and know how to change their tune depending on the wind."
"If the Ming army enters the city, they will kneel down faster than anyone else."
After comforting herself, she was still uneasy. With nowhere to vent her anger, she pointed at the white fox and started cursing!
"You stupid fox, all you have is a seductive face; you've put all your talent into your face and your chest!"
"Why can't you use your brain!"
"Coming to the capital to cause me trouble, what better way to do it than become a concubine of Emperor Yongchang!"
"What else is this but brainless!" Mo Xinlian scolded loudly, but then her smile vanished, and she clapped her hands and said coldly.
"Now that I'm injured like this, not only have I lost all the benefits I gained from the dragon energy, but I also have to lose several decades of spiritual cultivation. But that's a small matter."
"If that wicked dragon were to devour most of my divine soul power, leaving me in a coma, forever plunged into darkness, and only a living body remaining, that would truly be utterly foolish, incredibly foolish!"
Mo Xinlian started off with sarcasm, but later her tone turned to one of disappointment and frustration.
In the end, he even revealed a hint of worry.
Yang Silang leaned closer and stared intently at Mo Xinlian.
Are you worried about her?
Mo Xinlian, as if her hair had been ruffled, put her hands on her hips and said.
"Do I care about her?"
"Ha, what a joke, she's been hunting me for centuries."
"If you're going to die, you can only die by my hand."
"How could it just disappear like that, without any explanation?"
Yang Silang nodded in understanding.
"Okay, then let's talk about how to save her."
"Save her?" Mo Xinlian's hair stood on end in anger. "She's my enemy, and you want me to save her?"
Yang Silang waved his hand.
"If you don't save her, she'll be gone. How will you get revenge later?"
"So you're not helping her, you're helping yourself."
"I know you two, you're mortal enemies, the kind who can't coexist."
Mo Xinlian nodded in satisfaction.
"Hmm, that's more like it."
"Then hurry up, or she'll be too late to save her," Yang Silang urged anxiously.
"I know, I know, you really do care about this old lady—" Mo Xinlian said sarcastically.
Yang Silang pretended not to hear.
Mo Xinlian's soul form formed a seal, and a cyan soul force meandered upwards from her palm, like a nimble little snake probing into the white fox's body.
"Ouch—it hurts so much."
The moment her soul power touched the white fox's body, she screamed and jumped up. It turned out that a wisp of black energy immediately spread up from the corrupt dragon, burning her soul.
She quickly severed the soul power.
"No, even the slightest contact will cause me to be corroded by this deathly dragon energy."
Yang Silang's eyes flickered.
"Wait a minute—"
His figure vanished in an instant within Hu Jiaoniang's Niwan Palace.
A few breaths later.
Yang Silang reappeared, holding the Qin Imperial Seal in his hand, and channeled his magic power into it.
Immediately, another majestic and righteous dragon aura appeared in the Niwan Palace.
He activated the Dragon Qi Domain.
In an instant, a domineering domain filled the entire Niwan Palace.
Yang Silang, being the owner of the magical artifact, was unaffected.
Mo Xinlian felt her soul freeze, as if she were bound by countless shackles.
Although his soul power was still there, it felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, and he could not unleash even one-tenth of his strength.
The white fox and the stone dragon beneath it were also suppressed, and the light emanating from their bodies immediately dimmed.
Yang Silang held the seal and pointed it at Mo Xinlian.
The restraints on Mo Xinlian were instantly removed. This was Yang Silang's power as the master of the magic weapon, to release her from the suppression and restrictions.
"Would you like to try again?"
Mo Xinlian snorted coldly.
"You're quite quick-witted at trying to save your wife—"
Yang Silang didn't respond at all; this inexplicable jealousy was completely unfounded.
Mo Xinlian extended her soul power to probe further, and this time the corrosive power of the stone dragon was indeed greatly reduced.
As soon as her soul power probed in, it immediately withdrew in a flash. She jumped up, pointed at the white fox, and her face turned red with anger.
"She—she's bullying people!"
"She insulted me—"
Yang Silang asked curiously.
"What did she say to you? How did she bully you?"
Mo Xinlian pouted, looking aggrieved.
"She said, 'Get out of here, you stinky cat! Mo Xinlian must die!'"
Yang Silang was both amused and exasperated.
Good news! Although Hu Jiaoniang appears to be unconscious, she still remembers the hatred from the past in her mind, so it seems that she has not completely fallen into a state of mental chaos.
Bad news: she was too fixated on the past. Even while seriously injured and in a coma, she didn't forget her hatred for Mo Xinlian.
"Then I'll do it—"
Yang Silang patted Mo Xinlian, then released a wisp of his soul power, probing into the white fox's body.