Chapter 425: Demonic Backlash
Well, well.
Did she fall asleep just like that after fainting because she wasn't disturbed by external stimuli and was well protected by eight husky dragons?
Li Qingran, you...
Chen Huaian found himself torn between laughter and tears.
While fierce battles raged elsewhere, Li Qingran's area remained completely peaceful.
By the ti he arrived as reinforcent, the fighting hadn't reached Li Qingran at all.
"Hey, girl, wake up!" Chen Huaian poked Li Qingran's pretty face twice with his finger—his tactile senses were now permanently activated. He could check the softness of Li Qingran's cheeks anyti to assess her physical condition!
Li Qingran pouted but didn't wake.
"Elder, your thod doesn't work. Let try!"
Yue Qianchi volunteered, leaning down beside Li Qingran and suddenly whispering in her ear:
"Have you heard? The Sword Pavilion's founding elder is getting married, and the bride isn't Li Qingran!"
The mont these words were spoken, Li Qingran—who had shown no reaction before—suddenly frowned.
Her closed eyelids trembled, her face showing struggle before she abruptly opened her eyes.
"How dare they!"
"Who dares steal my master!"
Li Qingran sat up straight, tossing aside the dragon tail she'd been biting marks into.
Her fierce gaze first landed on Yue Qianchi's amused expression, then swept around at everyone present before her face visibly reddened.
She blinked in confusion for a long mont before lowering her head in embarrassnt.
"Master... senior sister... when did you arrive..."
"Just now," Chen Huaian said. "Less than half an incense stick's ti."
"Then... what was I doing when you ca..."
"You were sound asleep," Yue Qianchi covered her mouth to hide a laugh.
"Ugh..." Li Qingran covered her burning cheeks with both hands—this was too embarrassing, she really couldn't face anyone now.
"You slept quite comfortably while Mo Shui nearly died saving you!" Yue Qianchi rolled her eyes and poked Li Qingran's forehead.
"Mo... Mo Shui?"
Panic flashed across Li Qingran's face.
She only rembered being knocked unconscious by the old nun's Lion's Roar technique.
At the ti, she'd thought it was over—that her master and sectmates wouldn't arrive in ti...
So Mo Shui had saved her?
"Where is Mo Shui?"
She stood up and looked around, quickly spotting Mo Shui leaning against broken walls by the lotus pond while recovering from her injuries.
Chen Huaian followed Li Qingran to Mo Shui's side.
Compared to earlier, Mo Shui's condition was clearly abnormal.
While her major wounds had healed sowhat, dark demonic energy now coiled around her body—black energy seeped from her dantian only to pierce back in through her facial orifices. She trembled violently, her face pale as she clenched her teeth against extre pain. 𝑅äＮоβËs
"Master, what's... what's happening to Mo Shui?"
After calling Mo Shui repeatedly with no response, and not daring to approach for fear of disturbing her, Li Qingran could only turn to Chen Huaian for help.
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes, and text appeared above Mo Shui's head in his vision:
[Na: Mo Shui]
[Status: Demonic Backlash, Critical Condition]
"It's demonic backlash," Chen Huaian's heart sank.
Healing pills could treat physical wounds but not demonic backlash.
This was related to the cultivation techniques and artifacts Mo Shui used—likely that demonic blade was the culprit.
Before he could explain further, Li Qingran had already grabbed Mo Shui's Demonic Blade—Soul Abyss, drawing it with a stern expression:
"I'll give you three breaths to resolve Mo Shui's demonic backlash, or you'll regret it!"
Normally chatty, the demonic blade Soul Abyss remained completely silent in Li Qingran's hands, as if dead.
"Junior sister Qingran, that won't work." Yue Qianchi shook her head knowingly, taking the blade from Li Qingran and running a hand along its surface with a strange smile:
"Demonic blade, demonic blade, I know you can hear us. If you don't respond, I'll bury you in the Sword Pavilion's Sword Tomb on Monday, Wednesday, Friday... dig you up Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday to toss you into True Martial Holy Land's Sword Pool... And Sunday? I'll give you a day off—locked up with Buddhist cultivators' relics. How does that sound?"
Soul Abyss trembled violently.
The blade shook, emitting a hoarse voice:
[You Sword Pavilion brat has a vicious tongue!]
"Not bad," Yue Qianchi shrugged. "I'm being rciful. If I really wanted you destroyed, I'd just hand you to our founding elder. Our elder is a Mahayana cultivator—crushing a pathetic blade like you would be child's play."
Soul Abyss fell silent.
Yue Qianchi wasn't wrong.
Before entering Sword Pavilion, it might have acted tough. But seeing those terrifyingly powerful elders inside...
It couldn't put up any front here.
[Your threats are aningless,] Soul Abyss sneered. [I warned her long ago—using the demonic blade's power continuously would inevitably cause backlash. This cos from the Great Requiem internal technique she cultivated to match the blade style. I didn't even take advantage to devour her soul during the backlash... otherwise she'd already be dead, leaving only a puppet body for to control!]
"You're the demonic blade—can't you control the backlash?"
[I'm just the blade spirit! That doesn't an I control everything!]
Yue Qianchi snorted, pretending to hand the blade to Chen Huaian: "Keep lying! As the blade spirit, you're naturally the second controller of the blade. Can't control everything? Maybe I should let our founding elder deal with you!"
But Soul Abyss didn't back down this ti.
It laughed scornfully: [Killing won't save that girl!]
[Every soul slain by this blade becos nourishnt to strengthen it!]
[This is like a prison—I'm just the cell and the guard! During backlash, the cell doors open automatically. Do you think a re guard can stop all those frenzied vengeful spirits from rushing out? If I had that power, why wouldn't I take control of the blade myself?]
Yue Qianchi considered this—it did make sense.
Having never used such a sinister artifact like Soul Abyss, she didn't know its intricacies.
Ultimately, she could only pass the blade to Chen Huaian.
"Elder... junior sister Qingran and I are out of ideas...
You're omnipotent—please find a way to save junior sister Mo Shui."
Holding the trembling Soul Abyss, Chen Huaian initially considered using his ga system's Heaven's Calculation function.
But since that incident, he'd grown wary of this electronic girlfriend ga.
Though he couldn't resist using its functions, he needed to guard against future repercussions.
Better avoid using Heaven's Calculation unless absolutely necessary.
"Don't be afraid—This Venerable One isn't planning to deal with you yet."
Chen Huaian tapped the scabbard, understanding Soul Abyss and Mo Shui shared a symbiotic relationship.
Simply destroying the blade spirit would be pointless.
"Since you understand Mo Shui's condition so well, is there a solution? Don't consider whether This Venerable One can accomplish it—just speak freely!"
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