Bu Wei

Ning Buwei was most annoyed when someone interfered in the middle of a fight.

But when his spiritual power was exhausted, and he could only consume his spiritual consciousness to use the blood talisman, he was quite willing to have someone interfere.

His style had always been to go all out. Once he started fighting, if he didn’t make a big fuss, it seemed as if it didn’t live up to his reputation as the great demon. But this approach had a downside–his spiritual power was consumed particularly quickly.

Although he was not as extraordinarily talented as Ning Xingyuan, who was a once-in-a-thousand-year prodigy, he was after all a heavenly spirit body. Otherwise, the main family would not have gone to great lengths to bring him in after his branch had declined. Therefore, Ning Buwei’s cultivation was not slower than others, his spiritual power was endless, and he could create as he pleased.

He never thought that one day he would have to count his spiritual power and save it.

Now that his spiritual power was exhausted, even if he won against Wen Heshen, it would be a Pyrrhic victory. He wouldn’t gain much advantage. Taking advantage of Wen Zaiye’s distraction, his spiritual consciousness went out quietly to visit someone.

If he had another Jade Spirit Pill, he would definitely not want to visit this door again– although this unknown old monster’s spiritual power was abundant and seemed a bit slow to react, it was not a good character to provoke. Moreover, the last accidental Shenjiao made the great demon feel goosebumps all over his body when he thought of it.

But he was really at his wit’s end, he could only take the risk and try again, hoping that the old demon’s brain was no longer working.

The mark he had left before was still there, and Ning Buwei easily slipped into the other’s sea of consciousness.

Strangers at first meeting but friends at the second, on his third visit, he still disguised himself as a cloud of black fog. After pondering for a moment, he carefully wrapped the black fog in a layer of white fog, found a hidden place that was easy to escape from, and took out four pieces of the Suzaku knife.

In the center of the sea of consciousness, Chu Jun watched this extremely arrogant black fog pull his spiritual power, then turned into white fog to disguise itself, and was speechless for a long time.

To avoid the embarrassment of last time, Ning Buwei only brought his spiritual consciousness this time, and decided to fight quickly, pluck and run, and as soon as he made a move, most of the spiritual power in front of him was gone.

Chu Jun, who had originally planned to turn a blind eye for the sake of the child: ….…

This guy was a bit impolite.

So when Ning Buwei turned around, he faced another cloud of white fog head-on.

Ning Buwei: “…”

Caught off guard with a hint of embarrassment, fortunately, he had a thick skin and reacted quickly, turning to run.

Chu Jun reached out his hand, accurately pressing on his shoulder amidst a cloud of fog, about to speak, but was grabbed by the wrist and twisted hard by the other party.

Fighting in the sea of consciousness was even more dangerous than outside, even Chu Jun dared not underestimate his opponent. Following his force, he flipped lightly, his white sleeve brushed past Ning Buwei’s face, and ripples appeared under their feet.

Ning Buwei’s fingers turned into claws, holding onto the other party’s wrist that had not been released. The slender and cold wrist fell into his burning palm, causing him to be momentarily stunned.

Even a momentary stun was fatal. Ning Buwei cursed inwardly, quickly retreated after the other party broke free, and countless cold arrows condensed from spiritual power stabbed towards his acupoints.

In a hurry, Ning Buwei flipped backward violently, his dark robe swept through the white fog and disappeared. After rolling a few times, he fell to the ground. A bright white sword pierced through the thick fog and pressed against his throat, countless cold arrows fell rustlingly, nailing his robe and sleeves firmly to the surface of the water.

Ning Buwei propped up his upper body with his arm and half lay on the water surface, his long hair scattered. Although he couldn’t see the other party’s face and expression through the thick fog, he didn’t detect much killing intent from the other party.

It was more like a warning.

However, Ning Buwei was always the best at pushing his luck, and he also knew that a wise man submits to circumstances. The great demon could bend and stretch. He glanced at the white sword and laughed lightly, “I didn’t mean to offend, I hope the senior will calm down.”

Just looking at the vastness and solidity of this sea of consciousness, it couldn’t be cultivated in an eight hundred or a thousand years, calling him a senior would never be wrong.

The arrogant and somewhat lazy voice echoed in the empty sea of consciousness for a long time without getting a response.

Ning Buwei’s mind was turning fast, guessing that this was probably an old fool, and wanted to raise his hand to push away the thin-as-cicada-wing long sword. Who knew that his long sleeve was nailed to the water surface and he couldn’t move at all.

He was annoyed in his heart, thinking about how to shatter this old monster into pieces and swallow his spiritual power, but his tone was filled with a few more points of feigned respect, “How about…you let me go first?”

Chu Jun’s gaze fell on the hand that the other party was propping up on the water surface. It was slender and powerful, with distinct joints, but inside it hid a strong evil aura, trying to invade his sea of consciousness. His intentions were extremely sinister and malicious.

Ning Buwei felt a pain in his neck, and the smile he had barely pulled up under the fog suddenly darkened.

The other party’s cold and low voice penetrated the fog and fell into his ears, “Move again and I’ll cut off your left hand.”

Ning Buwei’s left hand was holding the talisman. Hearing this, he paused, hooked the corner of his mouth, and his voice carried a hint of casual laughter, “Alright, I won’t move.”

Chu Jun in the fog was expressionless, “Why do you enter my sea of consciousness time and time again?”

He had searched his entire sea of consciousness and found no abnormalities, yet every time the other party could sneak in silently–the last time he brought the person in himself didn’t count, the other party was unconscious the whole time and didn’t know about it at all.

Ning Buwei thought to himself that this was indeed a good question.

He didn’t know why he could sneak in every time he wanted to, but he was extremely lacking in spiritual power, and the other party was full of spiritual power. This was like placing a table full of delicious food in front of a starving person. He could reach out and touch it, and the owner of this delicacy seemed quite easy to bully. He wouldn’t be living up to his title as a great demon if he didn’t bully him a bit.

But now that he was at the mercy of others, Ning Buwei pretended to say, “This junior is not very clear either, it’s just that I’m currently in a difficult situation and had to resort to this strategy, I’ve bothered the senior many times.”

It seemed like an explanation, but in fact, it was all nonsense. Chu Jun was not fooled by him and said coldly, “Did you leave a mark?”

Leaving a mark in someone else’s sea of consciousness was a big taboo. Naturally, Ning Buwei wouldn’t be foolish enough to admit it, and the other party wasn’t naive enough to think he would admit it. A cold, slender hand fell on his chest.

The icy touch penetrated his spiritual consciousness through a thin layer of clothing, and Ning Buwei’s scalp exploded.

It was always the great demon who restrained others by doing evil. Now that he was at the mercy of others after failing to steal a chicken, he had to put up with it even though this old thing dared to overstep his bounds!

The great demon’s temper flared up, and he violently tore off his nailed sleeve, slapped the blood talisman on the other party’s shoulder, and used the blood talisman at the expense of consuming his spiritual consciousness. In an instant, a cloud of blood mist filled the air.

Chu Jun’s expression changed slightly, his vast spiritual power turned into a giant palm and slapped down, gathering all the blood mist in one place, about to bind the spirit, but a sudden burning pain came from his right shoulder, and his action abruptly paused.

Ning Buwei took this opportunity to open a gap, carrying a large amount of spiritual power and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A hole was torn in the immaculate white clothes, revealing the bloody wound inside. The sinister black fog absorbed and entrenched in the flesh, extremely arrogant, as if a light ink painting was abruptly added with a touch of gorgeous and enchanting blood color.

The wound on the shoulder was deep enough to see the bone. Chu Jun looked down at the half piece of black sleeve on the water surface, a hint of coldness flashed in his calm eyes.

Threads of crimson spiritual power broke through the water surface and rolled the sleeve made of spiritual consciousness into the bottom of the water.

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Ning Buwei suddenly came back to his senses, and in front of him was still the Changsheng Cliff.

That old thing actually wanted to search his soul, not weighing whether he had the ability or not.

A fierce color flashed across his face, but due to the damage to his spiritual consciousness, his reaction was a moment slow.

“You don’t hate Chengfeng, nor me… you just don’t want to face reality.” Wen Zaiye’s voice rang in his ear.

Wen Heshen let out a cold laugh.

Ning Buwei lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

“You sure talk pretty.” Wen Heshen stared hard at Wen Zaiye, “You’re not me, what gives you the right to decide for me? I hate Ning Chengfeng, and I hate you too! None of this should have happened, Ning Chengfeng’s life and the Linglong bone must stay here today!”

Before his words fell, without waiting for Wen Zaiye to speak, Wen Heshen slapped him on the forehead and immobilized him on the spot, pointing the Xianfeng sword straight at Ning Buwei.

Although Ning Buwei’s spiritual consciousness was damaged, the spiritual power he gained at this cost was extremely abundant. The scarlet spiritual power was especially handy to use. He sacrificed the hilt of the Suzaku knife, and in an instant, he melted the four pieces of the Suzaku fragment into a slender narrow knife.

“Clang!”

The narrow knife and the long sword collided suddenly in the morning light, and the spiritual power surged out from the two of them as the center, cutting off countless maple trees on Changsheng Cliff!

Wen Heshen’s expression was gloomy, his two fingers closed together and he made a gesture, and instantly countless black clouds rolled in from the horizon, several mysterious thunders tore the sky, like countless spreading spider webs, instantly enveloping the entire Duanchang Cliff, trapping Ning Buwei in it.

The forcibly aggregated Suzaku narrow knife was formless and spiritless, but it was much stronger than a few broken knife pieces. Although Ning Buwei was good at array talismans, his knife technique was also not weak. Dark runes suddenly emerged from the knife handle, like living creatures, they wrapped around the slender and cold knife body, with the momentum of splitting mountains and filling seas, they scattered the thunder with great momentum, countless lightning scorched the edge of his wide sleeve, and tiny flying ashes filled the sky.

“What… what’s happening over there?” Feng Zizhang was helping Jiang Yizheng up from the ground, and saw the sudden change of wind and clouds on Duanchang Cliff in the east, with lightning and thunder.

“Could it be that the senior and Elder Wen are fighting?” Jiang Yizheng wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but caught a glimpse of a cold light attacking them out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly pushed Feng Zizhang to one side.

The inner door disciples on the ground were all unconscious, the only ones standing were Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng. Jiang Yizheng raised her sword to block, but saw that it was Wu Liang, Chen Feng, and Sun Zhi. The mountain protection formation had collapsed the dungeon of the Punishment Hall, and they had run out, just in time to see the mess on the ground.

New hatred and old hatred came together, and when the two sides met, their eyes naturally turned red. Jiang Yizheng was losing ground, almost pierced through the heart by Chen Feng’s sword. In a moment of urgency, she suddenly remembered the pill given by the senior, and swallowed it into her stomach in a fit of desperation.

For her, the surging spiritual power instantly filled her entire body, Jiang Yizheng’s eyes suddenly brightened, and she gripped the sword in her hand tightly.

“Senior brother!!” Feng Zizhang’s terrified shout suddenly rang in her ears.

“Brother!” Wu Liang and Chen Feng also suddenly changed color.

They saw the inner door disciples who had fainted on the ground burst out with golden light from their dantian, converging into one place and heading straight towards Duanchang Cliff, but their bodies suddenly aged, looking like dried corpses.

Feng Zizhang rushed up to grab Han Ziyan’s hand and wanted to transfer spiritual power to him, but as soon as he touched him, Han Ziyan instantly turned into dust, “Senior brother!!”

“Brother!” Wu Liang shouted at Wu Zisong and Wu Zichen, but before he could touch the two of them, he ended up in the same situation as Han Ziyan.

Chen Feng looked at the ashes all over the ground in despair and roared, “What the hell is going on!?”

The golden light that flew out of the sea of consciousness of more than a hundred inner door disciples from the Punishment Hall was gathered on Wen Zaiye, who couldn’t move.

Suddenly, countless unfamiliar souls appeared on Wen Zaiye’s body. He looked up at Wen Heshen in horror, “Xiao He, what did you do!?”

Wen Heshen didn’t answer his words, but instead looked at Ning Buwei with a gloomy smile, “You think you’re the only one who can set up a formation? From the moment you stepped into this Duanchang Cliff, you’ve been in my formation! The more noise you make, the faster the Linglong bone you’re holding will melt!”

Ning Buwei’s face changed, and he quickly looked down at Ning Xiu, who was unusually quiet in his arms.

He always fought recklessly, naturally he didn’t notice Ning Xiu’s abnormality, he just thought his son was exceptionally well-behaved, but he didn’t think carefully that Ning Xiu had been too quiet during this period.

Wen Heshen held the Xianfeng sword in his hand, swift as the wind, and thunder erupted all around, “For every bit of spiritual power you use in this formation, his refining speed will increase by one point! Ning Chengfeng, today you can experience what it feels like to watch your loved ones die with your own eyes!”

Ning Buwei’s eyes exploded with a crimson color, and his anger reached the sky, “Wen, He, Shen!”