The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

There were many pairs of wings on its body, all flapping simultaneously. Wisps of purple smoke surrounded the bug as its wings flapped on. The smoke then rose into the air as the thin length of threads and disappeared in the dark. The whole scenario was as wicked as it could possibly get.

The bug was originally rather still in the bowl, only its wings flapped. Hence, its sudden shivering suggested that some external factor must have triggered it. Duan Muyan was troubled, but it was too late for him to do anything. Pricked by a needle, the bug then lay flat in the bowl and started shrieking in pain.

Duan Muyan tried to perform some spells in an attempt to cut off the thin threads, but the bug soon died away in a pool of blood, leaving only a small piece of skin as a sign of its existence. Affected, Duan Muyan’s body trembled a little before he spat out a mouthful of blood. His complexion turned pale, almost instantaneously.

All that had happened surprised him. He looked at the bug, which was now only a layer of skin, and clenched his fists in indignation. He closed his eyes in contemplation and started wondering if the man was already here. His arrival was quicker than he had expected.

The venomous Soul-Supporting Grudge Spell had just been cast not long ago. It was also the first time that he was using it as his secret weapon. He could not understand how the spell was broken in such a short time.

The creature was not afraid of fire or any form of physical attack. The only way to kill it was to use a thin needle, formed by the solidification of one’s spiritual power. Duan Muyan thought that he was the only one who knew how to kill the creature. Apparently, he was mistaken.

Duan Muyan had spent a great amount of time and effort to cast the spell. Therefore, the death of the creature greatly affected him, too. After a few quick breaths, he looked at his own hands and could not help but sigh. The condition of the body was no longer as good as he expected.

He took a look at the remains of the creature and smiled. There was still hope. A drop of blood was formed in the air and sent directly to the body of the creature. Soon, it seemed to come to life again and reformed its body.

…

Yan Chen was fatally injured. Death was inevitable for him if nothing was done. Fortunately, his life was saved by Di Fuyi’s timely arrival.

Di Fuyi’s miraculous procedure had brought Yan Chen back to life. Even the medicine that Di Fuyi used was made from a very rare kind of herb. Yan Chen was very grateful for Celestial Master Zuo’s kind help. The amount of treatment that he had received from Celestial Master Zuo was rather generous.

Although it was uncomfortable, he had to endure it. It was a sign of recovery.

“Thank you.” He wanted to express his gratitude but was immediately interrupted by Di Fuyi. “Cut the nonsense. Focus on your meditation.”

Yan Chen said nothing more. He closed his eyes and started meditating.

Di Fuyi slowly walked towards Lan Waihu. The locking spell still limited the movement of her limbs, so she could only move her eyelids. Tears traced her cheeks uncontrollably, but there was no one to wipe the tears away.

Swiftly, Di Fuyi set her free from the spell.

Lan Waihu swayed a little in an unbalanced manner before jumping off the rock. She then ran unsteadily towards Yan Chen.

“Only go to him if you want him to die faster,” Di Fuyi warned.

Lan Waihu stopped moving forward and stared at him blankly. “I did not mean to hurt him.”