Finding Life in Desperate Straits

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The location where Qin Yi fell was quite interesting.

Meng Qingying leaned against the ruins, equally exhausted. Qin Yi fell, his head landing squarely on her leg, thankfully not hitting the pile of rubble directly.

His head felt better. Meng Qingying groaned, feeling a sharp pain from being hit.

"What kind of pig brain do you have? So stubborn!"

Qin Yi's eyes flickered, he glanced at her, but didn't respond.

In reality, he didn't even have the strength to speak, and it was difficult for him to even move his fingers.

Liusu had told him long ago that using the Demon Slaying Sword once would cripple him. Without experiencing it firsthand, he had no idea he would be crippled like this. His meridians and even his Dantian felt like they had been twisted, like a pretzel.

Qin Xin Yu Huiyang was still too much of a stretch; it was good enough that she didn't risk her life... Senior Sister's paintings were much gentler... Unfortunately, that wasn't Law Treasure, and after using it twice, the painting was ruined.

Therefore, it's impossible for a mere cultivator at the early stage of cultivation to wield the ancestral Qian Yuan Treasure and abuse people everywhere. The gap is too great, and he simply cannot control it.

None of that matters anymore. After all, the Law Treasure is mine. This is just a severe overexertion, not a backlash injury. If I can rest properly, I can recover easily.

The important thing is that Meng Qingying's injuries were not so serious that he couldn't even move a finger; at least she could still speak.

Therefore, Meng Qingying could kill him at this moment.

This is not the same romantic relationship he had with Minghe. This Witch is his enemy... She has always wanted to kill him. Isn't this the best opportunity?

The air fell silent for a moment.

Meng Qingying looked at Qin Yi, who was resting his head on her lap, and remained silent for a long time.

Qin Yi remained silent, already prepared to have Liusu launch a sudden soul attack.

Meng Qingying suddenly asked, "Why did you risk your life to save me?"

Qin Yi: "?"

What am I supposed to save? He was thinking of cooperating with Meng Qingying to sneak attack and kill Guan Ji. Heaven knows she was just trying to escape!

Meng Qingying then asked, "Aren't you afraid... that your fellow disciples will come down and kill you?"

Qin Yi's throat moved, and after resting for a while, he could barely speak, "He doesn't dare."

I'd rather be afraid of you than him...

"Hmm... He wouldn't dare. If Ju Yunxiu were to retract his divine sense, he would die a terrible death. Huiyang would hunt him down, his fellow disciples would not tolerate him, the Palace Master would be furious, and the whole world would despise him... So he wouldn't dare show his face even with such a good opportunity." Meng Qingying smiled. "But he could have the Emperor send someone to kill you. If any squad of soldiers came, you and I would both be dead right now."

Qin Yi remained silent.

Meng Qingying's judgment is very likely to come true. The ambush in the treasure vault and Lingxu's betrayal were all Zheng Yunyi's doing. He wouldn't dare to kill her directly, but he could easily use someone else to do it.

Meng Qingying said in a low voice, "Actually... at this moment, I can protect you instead, which can be considered as repaying the debt of saving you this time. From now on, our grudges will be settled, and we will owe each other nothing."

As she spoke, she formed a Law Seals.

The Luck Dragon, which had long been out of control and suspended in the sky like a kite, suddenly roared to the heavens.

She was trying to summon the dragon to protect herself and Qin Yi.

There's no need to control the puppets; as long as the dragon protects them, no one in the entire Great Qian can touch them. It won't be difficult at all to drag them out until they recover some of their fighting strength.

Meng Qingying could have ridden the dragon away, but this was indeed to protect him and avoid owing him a favor.

But at that moment, Meng Qingying's expression changed drastically, and she spat out another mouthful of blood, filling Qin Yi's stomach with it.

Qin Yi asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Someone is controlling my dragon!" Meng Qingying replied weakly, "Zheng Yunyi attacked me for this!"

When Guan Ji rushed out of the ruins, the first thing he saw was Zheng Yunyi standing on the undamaged pillar of the high platform, looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

Upon seeing him emerge, Zheng Yunyi clicked his tongue. "Your Golden Elixir is shattered... If no one saves you, you're going to die. A powerful cultivator at the Soaring Cloud Sixth Layer Realm was beaten like this by two people whose cultivation is far inferior to yours... Meng Qingying is still injured. It's truly unimaginable."

Guan Ji, his face ashen and aged, walked over and said, "Give me a hand."

How can I help you?

"I know your Medicine, Divination, Schemes, Calculations Sect possesses medicinal pills; give me one of the Essence Protecting Pill..."

"The Essence Protecting Pill can only barely save your life; it can't restore your cultivation. You'll be lucky if it can restore you to the level of Phoenix Emergence..."

"If you survive, you will be rewarded when you return to the temple."

"Then repay me now."

Before Guan Ji could react, Zheng Yunyi reached out and grabbed Guan Ji from thin air, then flung him directly at the Luck Dragon in the air.

Guan Ji immediately realized what he was about to do and screamed in a shrill voice, "Zheng Yunyi, you will die a horrible death..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yunyi had already flicked out a divine light from his palm, enveloping the Luck Dragon.

The dragon's body trembled violently, and it automatically retaliated. A strange starlight flashed, and Guan Ji was already dismembered into minced meat.

"The backlash of the manifestation of destiny power..." Zheng Yunyi muttered to himself, "It really is a terrifying thing. Even the destiny of a cultivator who once reached the Cloud Ascension level couldn't withstand it and was crushed like this..."

That's right, what he wanted was the fortune power of Guan Ji Zengda Tengyun, not that body that was already on the verge of death.

From the very beginning, his plan was to make both sides suffer heavy losses.

The rising clouds of fortune offset the first and most severe backlash, and the subsequent backlashes were much milder and within his control.

Medicine, divination, and astrology—they were all familiar with this system of fortune circulation. But his method differed from Meng Qingying's method of creating puppets from fortune; he couldn't control any Luck Dragon, he aimed to absorb fortune.

Under normal circumstances, he could not capture or absorb the Mountains and Rivers Luck of a country, but now a Witch has solidified it into shape. If he doesn't pick this peach, when will he?

When he first challenged Qin Yi, at least half of his defeat was due to bad luck. Zheng Yunyi wanted to use someone else to kill Qin Yi, but he also realized the importance of luck. These were the two main reasons he came to Daqian.

Zheng Yunyi spread his fingers wide, and something seemed to be sucking out of his palm. The illusory dragon emitted starlight, which slowly entered his palm and burrowed into his body.

At this moment, Meng Qingying's imprint summoned the dragon, which roared to the sky and almost escaped his absorption. Zheng Yunyi's expression darkened, and he threw out a piece of tortoise shell to block the dragon.

The Divinatory Symbol: "Treading on frost, solid ice will arrive."

Meng Qingying's summons was like hitting an ice wall; the last bit of mental energy she had managed to muster was completely reversed.

Meanwhile, shouts of battle came from outside Hidden Dragon Temple, as soldiers entered the temple to capture the sorcerer.

Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly; the game was won.

Meng Qingying collapsed to the ground, barely breathing; the final backlash of her mental energy had truly plunged her into a desperate situation.

Her body was already ravaged by poison that had not been eliminated and she had been struggling to recover. She also used a powerful move that she could not withstand while injured, which backfired and caused her serious injuries. The last bit of her mental energy that she had to communicate with the puppet was forcibly severed and rolled back. This mental damage was more serious than her physical injuries, so serious that she almost fainted on the spot. She just had to rely on her willpower to hold on.

Voices could be heard in the distance, and soldiers were approaching; everything seemed like the end of the world.

"Qin Yi, I never imagined I would die alongside you." Meng Qingying smiled bitterly, "Perhaps I overestimated myself and shouldn't have even considered scheming against the Luck Dragon. This calamity is my fate."

Qin Yi said in a deep voice, "You're giving up? This isn't like the Meng Qingying I know."

Meng Qingying whispered, "I don't have the strength anymore, I can't do it at all."

"What's the situation between you and this dragon?" Qin Yi asked. "You should have almost controlled it by now, right? What was the last step that was missing?"

"The inferior Soul Bridge is now at best a pet I've tamed, not a puppet with which I share a spiritual connection. I originally intended to take it away, find a secluded place to cultivate and refine it over a long period, so that it could truly become my puppet, but that's simply impossible now..."

"The Bridge of Souls... can its construction only be a long, drawn-out process?"

"Of course there are shortcuts... If you have a treasure, you can directly pierce through the netherworld, connect with the gods and ghosts, and enlighten its True Spirit to build a bridge of souls and create a true dragon puppet..." Meng Qingying shook her head and said, "Don't even think about it. Things like Ghost Cry Jade are rare and hard to come by."

Before she could finish speaking, Qin Yi took out a piece of black jade and presented it to her. "Is this it?"

Meng Qingying's eyes widened, and she suddenly sat up, seemingly drawing strength from nowhere.