"Zzt, zzt..."
Just as Lin Shisan breathed a sigh of relief, lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the sky above him again.
Five bolts of lightning struck from five directions at once.
"Senior Brother Lin..."
Li Qingfeng and the other three Servant Disciples cried out almost in unison.
Kindred spirits cherished one another.
Though not all of them were as tearfully grateful to Lin Shisan as Li Qingfeng was.
They had, after all, faced life and death together.
With their task almost complete, none of them wanted to see Lin Shisan struck straight into the afterlife.
Is she really trying to strike me dead?
A sense of helplessness washed over him.
Even Lin Shisan himself wanted to give up resisting.
No matter how foolish he was, he could tell that the languid older woman was toying with him.
Perhaps it was because he had been electrocuted so much lately, but Lin Shisan's eyes were unusually keen.
Not only could he see the languid senior sister hidden in the void, he could even see the ice-sculpture beauty farther away.
"Roar..."
A faint dragon's cry echoed in Lin Shisan's ears.
Looking abruptly inward, he saw that the True Qi circulating frantically in his dantian seemed to be slowly coalescing into a true form.
No matter how he looked at it, it resembled an illusory little dragon.
He could not make out the details, but it clearly had a fish's body, what looked like a snake's tail, and four feet.
It shook its head and swung its tail, struggling incessantly, as though trying to break free from some intangible space.
This... is this a Jiaolong True Spirit?
Could... could the Old Madman have been serious? Can I really cultivate the Nine Dragon True Spirits?
The Old Madman's Nine Heavens True Dragon Art explained it very clearly.
The dragon had nine sons, and each son was different.
The Nine Dragon True Spirits were named after these nine true dragons.
They were the Horned Dragon, Winged Dragon, Coiling Dragon, Hornless Dragon, Flood Dragon, Alligator Dragon, Ao Dragon, Mirage Dragon, and Kui Dragon.
The art also contained detailed descriptions of the nine dragons, including their appearances and specific Divine Abilities.
Of course, most of his descriptions went no further than myths and legends.
Even he did not know whether these various Divine Abilities could actually be cultivated.
They were only conjecture.
Any resemblance was purely coincidental.
Though Lin Shisan could not see its exact form clearly, he could still be fairly certain from the shape of this dragon spirit.
After all, the nine dragons each had a distinctly different appearance.
Rumble...
While Lin Shisan's thoughts wandered, the five lightning bolts overhead finally struck down under the languid older woman's guidance.
"You bitch, you really want me dead!"
He even blurted out a curse.
This was the sentence Hu Niu's father next door said most often to her mother.
Without realizing it, Lin Shisan had learned it too.
"Senior Brother Lin, run..."
"Lin Shisan, get out of the way..."
The other five Servant Disciples watched with ashen faces and tight chests.
Lin Shisan actually stood there without moving a muscle.
It was not that Lin Shisan did not want to run, but that he could not.
His legs were like mercury, completely numb and immobile.
Needless to say, this was the languid older woman's handiwork again.
To test her theory, she had actually immobilized Lin Shisan there, forcing his body to withstand the power of five lightning bolts.
"Senior Brother Lin, I'm coming to save you!"
He could not bear to watch any longer.
Li Qingfeng was the first to run over, hoping to shield Lin Shisan from the lightning with his own body.
"Scram!"
Bang!
The languid older woman cast a piercing glance at him.
Li Qingfeng became a gust of wind, flying away like a leaf.
Fortunately, the languid older woman's attention was entirely on Lin Shisan, and she had not intended to kill him.
"Senior Brother Lin..."
Don't come over.
Lin Shisan shouted inwardly.
He could no longer speak.
If you don't come out now, I'm going straight to heaven.
In his desperation, Lin Shisan could only pin his hopes on the Jiaolong True Spirit struggling to break free of its restraints.
"Little thing, I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise."
The languid older woman in the air grew increasingly playful.
As though doing it deliberately, she slowed the descent of the five lightning bolts as much as possible.
Lin Shisan could clearly see the lightning striking down, yet it never quite reached him.
It was a game of cat and mouse-before killing him, she wanted to crush his spirit.
Damn it, this bitch is rotten to the core.
Helpless, Lin Shisan could only vent his anger through curses.
At the same time, he circulated the Nine Heavens True Dragon Art even faster.
The True Qi in his dantian was practically spinning fast enough to throw off sparks, but the Jiaolong True Spirit seemed to have fallen into a swamp and could not get out no matter what.
Bang, bang... splurt...
This time, the languid older woman struck to kill.
Unwilling to give up, Li Qingfeng dragged his battered body over once again.
He wanted to block one lightning bolt for Lin Shisan.
But this time, he thoroughly enraged the languid older woman.
As he flew backward, Li Qingfeng's entire body burst apart, torn limb from limb.
The other Servant Disciples, who had been itching to help, were so terrified that they stopped dead in their tracks.
Just like when Lin Shisan had watched Little Tabby Cat eat Niu Shan alive, they had the will but not the strength; they wanted to help, yet could do nothing.
They could only lower their heads in guilt.
Let this be the end, then.
Lin Shisan gave up resisting completely.
With a faint smile, he watched the five lightning bolts descend.
He had done his best.
Before absolute power, every effort was nothing but drifting clouds.
He could not change a thing.
"Hiss, hiss..."
Having closed his eyes to await death, Lin Shisan heard a hissing sound.
He instinctively assumed he too had been torn limb from limb, following in Li Qingfeng's footsteps.
Only when he saw the white-robed figure before him-the ice-sculpture beauty-did he realize he was not dead.
The ice-sculpture beauty formed seals with both hands.
With a sweeping motion toward the sky, she actually held back the five lightning bolts descending on Lin Shisan.
"I... I'm not dead..."
Lin Shisan was so bewildered that he felt as though he were dreaming.
He had never expected the ice-sculpture beauty to save him at the critical moment.
"Little girl, have you fallen for him?"
The languid older woman transmitted her voice from high above.
But her hands did not stop.
She formed seals with both hands, reinforcing those five perfect arcs once more.
The five lightning bolts she had drawn down seemed to have eyes, and
turned in the air, striking down again from behind.
Their target was still Lin Shisan, who had yet to recover from his fright.
"Swift!"
Lin Shisan became a gust of wind.
With a sweep of her skirt, the ice-sculpture beauty tossed him onto a branch high above, just in time to evade the five descending lightning bolts.
"Little girl, you fell for it."
The languid older woman gave a seductive smile.
Secret triumph shone in her alluring eyes.
"You..."
"I... this bitch... really means to kill me."
Prompted by instinct, Lin Shisan turned his head and saw a bolt of lightning striking toward him from the sky.
It was a genuine bolt of lightning outside the languid older woman's arcs.
It struck Lin Shisan squarely.
Though Lin Shisan cursed with all his might, though he strained every ounce of strength to circulate the Nine Heavens True Dragon Art and resist.
In the end, he was no match for it; his strength fell short.
The lightning's power was like exploding fireworks, burrowing through his body into his internal organs and all his meridians.
"You damned bitch..."
With his last shred of clear awareness, Lin Shisan hurled a curse at the languid older woman, then plunged headfirst from the branch.
In his daze, he saw the ice-sculpture beauty flying toward him at incredible speed again, and even felt her icy aura.
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