SFS Chapter 121 The Divine Finger: She Kneels Down and Calls Him Master!
Chapter 121 The Divine Finger: She Kneels Down and Calls Him Master!
Fang Qingxue felt like she was about to explode.
No, it has already exploded.
The torrent of life that surged into her body could not be described as merely magnificent; it was a world-creating force!
What? The seawater of the Pacific Ocean.
That was to forcefully pour the entire starry sea into her dantian through a straw!
She had cultivated her "Mysterious Ice True Qi" for over twenty years and was hailed as a once-in-a-millennium genius. But in the face of that sea of stars, it was as insignificant as a speck of dust. It was completely evaporated and assimilated without even making a ripple!
"Hmm!"
A muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme, escaped from her throat.
Her face first turned deathly pale, then a strange flush of blood rose up, as if magma was flowing beneath her skin.
Tear!
Reorganization!
Her body was being devastatingly reshaped at the most microscopic level by that brute force!
The meridians were no longer repaired after being broken, but were directly erased by the power of higher-dimensional laws and then redrawn in a completely new structure that she could not understand, which was hundreds of times wider and stronger than before!
The bones did not groan, but were directly melted into the purest spiritual substance, and then solidified again by a gentle force, turning into a translucent divine jade, shimmering with immortal brilliance!
Om-!
The remaining Xuanbing True Qi within her body went completely berserk!
A pure white, extremely cold storm exploded out from her center!
Within a radius of ten meters, frost descends upon the world!
The moisture in the air instantly condensed into ice crystals, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of ice. Even the stone table and benches, and the antique purple clay tea set in front of Lin Fan, were covered with a layer of cold white frost.
"Sir! Her energy is out of control!"
The Gold Saints' eyes sharpened, and killing intent erupted.
Golden lightning cosmos has risen within Leo Aiolia, ready to deliver a lightning-fast punch at any moment to completely eliminate this "dangerous source" that dared to lose control in front of him.
"Don't move."
Lin Fan's voice was very faint and soft.
He remained slumped in the recliner, too lazy to even change his posture, as if everything before him was nothing more than a gentle afternoon breeze.
He glanced at Fang Qingxue, who was writhing in agony amidst the destructive energy of ice and fire, and curled his lip.
"Why are you making such a fuss? It's just that I drank some tea. My body is weak and can't handle the nourishment."
He picked up his teacup, blew on the thin layer of frost that had formed on the rim, and then leisurely took a sip.
"Tsk, it tastes better when it's chilled."
The Saint Seiya warriors: "..."
They looked at the woman who could explode into a cloud of blood at any moment, and then at their husbands' leisurely demeanor as they sipped their cold drinks. For a moment, they didn't know what expression to make.
Your resolve is truly unbreakable.
At this moment, Fang Qingxue's consciousness had sunk into the deepest darkness.
She felt like a lone boat adrift in a cosmic storm, about to be crushed into the most primitive particles by the energy waves powerful enough to tear stars apart.
She regretted it.
She regretted her recklessness and ignorance.
She thought that by touching the threshold of martial arts, she could glimpse the world of gods.
Little did she know that she was far from even qualified to look up to the gods.
This isn't tea at all.
This is a poison bestowed by the gods to filter out believers who are qualified to look up to Him!
Just moments before her soul's flame was extinguished and she was completely swallowed by that raging sea of stars.
One finger.
A long, slender finger with distinct knuckles, seemingly devoid of any strength, lightly touched her brow.
"Certainly."
One word.
There were no energy fluctuations, no manifestation of laws, only a soft syllable, as if simply stating a fact, resonating in the deepest part of her soul.
In an instant.
Heaven and earth stood still.
The raging starry sea within her body, powerful enough to destroy a megacity, and the energy that would frighten even a Gold Saint... froze instantly!
Like a wild and ecstatic symphony, it abruptly stopped the moment the conductor raised his hand and clenched his fist, leaving the world in endless silence.
That vast sea of stars no longer roars, no longer tears apart.
It transformed into the gentlest dawn and the softest moonlight, beginning to flow orderly and slowly through her reshaped divine veins.
Repair, nourish, cleanse, sublimate.
Her out-of-control Xuanbing True Qi was gently combed, purified, and compressed by the moonlight, finally condensing into a translucent, ice-blue Dao Seed radiating eternal coldness deep within her dantian.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Perhaps it will be a century, or perhaps it will be just a moment.
Fang Qingxue opened her eyes.
The whole world was redefined in her view.
She could "see" countless colorful specks of light floating in the air; these were the fundamental particles of the world.
She could "hear" every breath of the small tree in the courtyard, a joyful rhythm that resonated with heaven and earth.
She could "feel" that the power within her body was more than a hundred times stronger than before! Moreover, this power was no longer a tool, but an extension of her body and an extension of her will!
She looked down at her hands.
Her skin was as white as snow, as delicate as jade, and faintly glowed with a precious light.
She knew that she had... broken through.
With a single sip and a single bite, he crossed the legendary realm recorded in the family's ancient texts, a realm that no one had been able to reach for hundreds of years!
And all of this stemmed from a cup of tea.
And then there was that man, with a nonchalant flick of his finger.
Fang Qingxue raised her head and looked at the man who had reclined back in his chair and was counting the clouds in the sky with some boredom.
The probing, curiosity, and arrogance in her eyes had long since vanished without a trace.
Instead, there is the purest, most fervent, worship and awe, like lost lambs finding their god.
She stood up, gathered her skirts, and composed herself.
Step by step, he walked up to Lin Fan.
then.
"Thump!"
He knelt heavily on both knees, his forehead pressed against the ground, performing an impeccable prostration.
"teacher!"
Her voice was clear, resolute, and carried a firm determination to sever all ties with the past.
"Please accept me as your disciple! Fang Qingxue is willing to serve you for life, sir, even unto death!"
Lin Fan was slightly taken aback by her sudden kneeling.
Apprentice?
He looked down at the woman on the ground, whose beauty was unparalleled, yet who now seemed as devout as a fanatic, and stroked his chin.
An idea popped into his mind.
Teaching people how to cultivate themselves is such a hassle.
However... there seem to be more and more fallen leaves in the yard.