harleyscars Chapter 295 Outwitting the Magic Box
Chapter 295 Outwitting the Magic Box
Chapter 295 Outwitting the Magic Box (Happy New Year)
The black box, suspended in mid-air, trembled slightly, and the intricate and ancient patterns on its surface gradually lit up with a faint light.
A divine thought swept out without warning. It wasn't particularly powerful, but it had an ancient and viscous texture. It instantly swept over the bodies of the people present, causing goosebumps to rise on their skin.
Immediately afterwards, the fluctuations of divine sense shook the air, condensing into a childlike yet precocious female voice: "Female cultivator of the Nine Yin lineage, what business do you have summoning me?"
The voice was lazy, with a hint of annoyance at being woken up.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun tensed up and immediately put away his usual late-stage Nascent Soul majesty, bowing slightly: "Reporting to the Ninth Princess, I have recently taken in a genius disciple who is one in ten thousand years old. Unfortunately, he encountered an accident two years ago and his demonic flame Dao pattern was damaged by the Vajra Kung Fu monk."
"I have awakened the princess, and wish to inquire where the Nine Yin Demon Flame lineage still possesses Dao runes of origin, which can be used by my disciple to heal and recover?"
The black box remained silent for a moment, then suddenly began to shake violently. The girl's voice abruptly rose, filled with irrational rage, as if she were mentally deranged: "Is this all it takes to wake me up? Do you know how much of my life force it consumes to awaken me each time?"
"What 'perpetual genius'? A genius who's ruined isn't a genius at all! Since they're ruined, just throw them away and hire a few new ones!"
The black box circled irritably in the air, seemingly speechless at Xuan Yin's "shortsightedness".
"The origin of the Nine Yin Demon Flame is something I cannot perceive in this realm!"
"Your Nine Yin lineage is truly declining with each generation! You've wasted an opportunity to awaken me over such a trivial matter! I'm utterly disappointed!"
The voice was full of morning grumpiness and disdain for the incompetence of the younger generation.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun said, "Ninth Princess, do not be anxious. If you can save Bu Er, it will be of great help to you."
You must know that Bu Er is not only the most gifted individual in the Demon Flame lineage for ten thousand years, but she also inherited the Thunder Soul Sect's legacy and cultivates the Thunder Spirit Body Refinement technique.
She paused, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of temptation, "If she can restore her Demon Flame Divine Power, then she can integrate thunder and demon, cultivate both body and soul, and it is not impossible for her to reach the Nascent Soul stage in the future."
And Your Highness, the demonic pollution that has plagued you for so many years may also be eradicated!
The air suddenly became quiet.
The black box, which had been spinning restlessly, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"What? This girl actually inherited the legacy of those old fogies from the Thunder Soul Sect?"
The girl's voice was no longer sleepy, but instead held the excitement and scrutiny of a hunter discovering his prey.
"Let me see how well she's learned, and how much she can help my demonic powers!"
Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.
Without any warning, a powerful and chilling soul force burst forth from the gap in the long box.
That wasn't ordinary divine pressure; it was a black line condensed to its extreme, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, rushing straight towards Ning Bu'er.
That's too fast.
Ning Bu'er felt a blur before her eyes, and the black line had already reached the center of her brow.
She was already severely injured and had lost all her supernatural powers. Her remaining early-stage Nascent Soul spiritual defenses were as fragile as a sheet of rice paper soaked in water in front of this black line.
boo.
With a soft sound, the barrier of divine sense shattered instantly.
The black line surged straight in, forcefully intruding into her sea of consciousness.
"No!"
Xuan Yin Zhenjun was shocked and sat up abruptly. He formed a hand seal and a jet-black demonic flame suddenly ignited, attempting to intercept the black line connecting the black box to his disciple's brow.
However, this demonic flame excels at attack, but it is not very useful for defending the soul.
With a slight twist, the black line glided past the demonic flames like a fish, penetrating even deeper.
"Bu Er has just formed her Nascent Soul, and her soul is not yet stable. She is far from being able to help you. You will ruin her!" Xuan Yin Zhenjun's voice changed with anxiety.
"It's alright, I will be careful."
The Ninth Princess's voice was cold and matter-of-fact, "Besides, even if he's truly crippled, it means he's useless to me. What's the rush for a disciple who can't grow?"
Ning Bu'er's face was ashen, his pupils were dilated, and his body was convulsing uncontrollably.
That was a sign that the sea of consciousness was about to collapse.
With her current physical cultivation and ordinary Nascent Soul power, she simply cannot withstand a soul attack from this spiritual treasure.
Despair spread through her eyes, and just as she thought she was about to turn into an idiot, she cried out, "How dare you!"
A cold snort, like a thunderclap, exploded directly in everyone's soul.
It wasn't just something I heard; it was a tremor that struck my very soul.
Outside Ning Bu'er's sea of consciousness, which was about to be pierced, the arrogant black line was about to wreak havoc when suddenly, the void tore apart.
Snapped--!
A long whip wreathed in dazzling purple light appeared out of thin air.
Purple Lightning Soul Whip!
The lightning flashed brilliantly, carrying an aura of utter destruction and extreme yang energy, and lashed fiercely at the invading black line.
It's sizzling!
It was like a red-hot iron bar pressed onto raw meat; the black lines twisted violently, emitting large plumes of black smoke.
"what!"
From inside the black box came the girl's heart-wrenching screams.
The black line that had invaded Ning Bu'er's brow instantly rolled back, frantically retracting into the black box as if electrocuted.
The black box tumbled violently in the air, its black energy surging, clearly indicating that the attack had caused considerable pain to the high and mighty "Ninth Princess".
The pain lasted for several breaths before the girl recovered. Her voice became shrill and piercing, filled with disbelief: "Purple Lightning Soul Whip! A fourth-tier divine ability of the Thunder Soul Sect!"
The next moment, the black box turned around and locked onto the man in the blue robe standing to the side.
Chen Yi felt an extremely cold and sinister aura enveloping him, as if a venomous snake had its eyes on his throat.
"Boy. You, a disciple of the Thunder Soul Sect, dare to appear in my Demonic Path? And you even dare to attack me? You're courting death!"
boom!
The black light on the black box surged, and this time, it was no longer a single black line, but several pitch-black tentacles as thick as a child's arm, carrying an aura that instilled fear in the soul, and swept towards Chen Yi, overwhelming him.
"Ninth Princess, it's a misunderstanding!"
"Chen Yi is not a successor of the Thunder Soul Sect, he is a close friend of my Nine Yin lineage!" Xuan Yin Zhenjun hurriedly explained, trying to intervene, but was forced back several steps by the surging aftershocks of soul power.
Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Chen Yi remained calm, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
This spirit seems to be mentally unstable, influenced by something, and it attacks at the slightest provocation.
His mind was shaken, and purple light shot into the sky.
Swish!Swish!Swish!
Several purple lightning whips roared out, weaving into an impenetrable net of lightning around him.
The crackling and popping sounds were incessant.
The menacing black tentacles struck the lightning net, instantly blasting black smoke into the air.
As soon as they exchanged blows, Chen Yi figured out his opponent's strengths and weaknesses.
The black line was of extremely high quality, at least at the late fourth stage, and even touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage, completely overwhelming me in terms of level.
but-
It's too abstract.
It's like a child wielding a peerless divine weapon, or a giant afflicted with a serious illness.
The attacks launched may seem powerful, but they are actually weak and lack staying power, and their foundation is unstable.
Moreover, it seemed hesitant to exert too much force, needing more primal power to maintain its intelligence from collapsing, so its power was not too excessive.
Most importantly, Chen Yi's Purple Lightning Soul Whip is a natural counter to this kind of Yin-attribute soul attack.
Chen Yi stood firmly in place, using only his mid-stage fourth-order soul cultivation to completely block the black box's ferocious attack, and even showed a faint tendency to counterattack.
"With such solid Soul Lightning cultivation, how can you say you're not a successor of the Thunder Soul Sect?!"
Unable to break through her defenses, the girl became utterly enraged and humiliated. "Hey, watch my magic!"
A flash of blood appeared on the surface of the black box.
The scattered black lines in mid-air suddenly contracted, then violently intertwined and merged into an enormous, jet-black python.
On the surface of the giant python, countless faces of wronged souls appeared, emitting mournful roars and wails.
Crimson runes flickered in and out of the black mist, demonic flames surged, and with multiple negative effects such as polluting the soul, corroding the mind, and intimidating the will, they slammed into Chen Yi's sea of consciousness defenses.
This attack was no longer a simple contest of strength, but a suppression at the level of supernatural powers.
If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, just one glance at this giant python would likely shatter their soul with its roar and corrupt it with the blood seal.
Chen Yi's expression finally became more serious.
"Well done!"
With a thought, the golden natal thunder talisman that had been nurtured for a long time in the depths of his consciousness glowed slightly.
No longer retained.
The originally pure purple lightning whip was suddenly coated with a dazzling golden light.
That wasn't ordinary lightning; it was—the essence of the Thunder Spirit Dao.
It represents the punishment of heaven and earth, and the supreme power to ward off evil.
"go."
Chen Yi gave a soft shout.
The golden lightning whip swelled in the wind, carrying a majestic heavenly power, and lashed head-on at the pitch-black giant python.
There was no stalemate.
It's like a hot knife cutting into butter, or like the blazing sun melting the remaining snow.
Crack!
The moment the golden lightning spirit touched the black line, the ferocious roars of the beasts abruptly ceased, the blood seal instantly collapsed, and the surging demonic flames, as if encountering a natural enemy, scattered in terror in all directions.
Even the primordial demonic intent within the black lines, belonging to the Ninth Princess, instinctively retreated the moment it sensed this golden aura, daring not to contend with it at all.
boom!
The massive black python froze in mid-air before crumbling apart inch by inch.
Chen Yi's whip not only blocked the attack, but also directly drew that arrogant divine soul power to a standstill in mid-air.
The room fell into a deathly silence.
The black box hovered in the air, and all the black energy retreated, remaining motionless for a full half-breathe.
He seemed stunned by the whip.
The chilling demonic intent that had seeped into the Ninth Princess's bones was like boiling oil poured on snow the moment it touched the golden light bursting forth from the depths of Chen Yi's consciousness.
It made a sizzling sound.
The violent emotions that had been raging in his soul quickly dissipated, replaced by a long-lost warmth.
Chen Yi did not move. He maintained his defensive posture, with golden lightning gathering in his sea of consciousness, staring intently at the enemy.
But the attack stopped.
In mid-air, the black soul rope suddenly froze.
Like a withered vine frozen in place, it hangs in mid-air, trembling slightly.
The immense will that had been locked onto Chen Yi and filled with destructive desires now hesitated.
The murderous intent subsided.
Instead, there is a kind of inquiry.
"So comfortable————"
A youthful yet ancient and weathered voice resounded not through the air, but directly through the consciousness of everyone present.
"The demonic intent has actually dissipated a bit—is this the ancient golden lightning spirit intent?"
The voice was filled with obvious shock, then rose in pitch: "The Golden Thunder Spiritual Intent of the Thunder Soul Sect has actually survived to this day?!"
The black box in mid-air hummed and vibrated, and the black mist that was originally swirling around it churned violently before finally contracting, revealing the intricate and ancient dark gold patterns on the box.
It stopped attacking and hovered three zhang away from Chen Yi, seemingly staring intently at the young man.
Chen Yi frowned slightly, and that powerful divine soul intent enveloped his entire body once again.
There was no hostility this time.
There is only one kind of greed and desire, like a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat.
"Boy, you've obtained this ancient golden lightning essence, and you still say it's not a legitimate inheritance of the Thunder Soul Sect?!"
The voice rang out again, carrying a certain certainty.
Before Chen Yi could answer, the divine sense changed direction and pierced straight towards Xuan Yin Zhenjun beside him.
"Are you the current master of the Nine Yin Palace?"
His voice carried an air of condescending arrogance, "Are you sure this kid is a friend of our Nine Yin Palace?"
Xuan Yin Zhenjun was clearly quite familiar with the temperament of this "ancestor," and immediately curtsied respectfully, saying, "That's right, Ninth Princess."
"very good."
The spirit, known as the Ninth Princess, had an undisguised joy in her voice.
"I think he's quite good. He can be my box attendant from now on, and be responsible for protecting my magic box."
Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she were bestowing some great favor: "Moreover, you must provide me with ten drops of Ancient Golden Thunder Essence every month!"
Box servant?
Chen Yi's eye twitched.
This spirit is quite arrogant, demanding to be taken as a servant and to have its blood drawn and flesh cut off periodically.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun was also taken aback, a look of surprise and doubt on his face: "Every month? Ninth Princess, according to the ancestral teachings, aren't you required to sleep to avoid the wear and tear from the invasion of demonic intent?"
"Ahem—that—"
The Ninth Princess's voice suddenly became somewhat hesitant, and her previously arrogant demeanor weakened a bit.
"I do need to go into slumber to combat the damage to my consciousness caused by the demonic influence, but—"
The black box swayed in the air, seemingly in a hurry: "If I had this kid's ancient golden lightning essence, and he could use it to dispel demonic intent every month, I could temporarily maintain my sanity."
She spoke these words without any concealment at the level of her consciousness.
Chen Yi sneered inwardly.
This so-called Ninth Princess, though born from a spiritual treasure that has lived for ten thousand years, is probably less intelligent than even a child of a few years old in the mortal world.
He could just casually utter such crucial information that concerned his own safety and survival.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yi keenly caught a trace of lingering resonance in the artifact spirit's divine sense fluctuations.
That was a thought she never uttered, but desperately longed for in her heart:
[Even more so, if his Golden Lightning True Intent were sufficient, perhaps he could completely expel the demonic intent within me, allowing me to return to my peak!]
It turned out to be the case.
Chen Yi felt much more at ease.
Since there's a Haq, things become much easier.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun clearly understood the key point, and Zui Que curled his lips into a meaningful smile.
She turned to look at the floating magic box. Yu Lan, though still respectful, now seemed more deliberate: "I see. It's a good thing that Ninth Princess Qi Mu is still conscious and blind. But—"
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Chen Yi, before helplessly spreading her hands: "Fellow Daoist Chen has sworn to be my subordinate, and I cannot command him. If the Ninth Princess needs his Golden Thunder True Meaning, I'm afraid he will have to agree to it himself."
"What?!"
The Ninth Princess's voice suddenly turned shrill, and the black box trembled violently: "He's just a junior at the initial Nascent Soul stage, and you, as the Lord of the Nine Yin Palace, can't even control your own destiny?"
In her mind, the Lord of the Nine Yin Palace was the ruler of this demonic force. A mere early Nascent Soul cultivator was nothing more than someone she could take whatever she wanted.
"good."
Xuan Yin Zhenjun sighed, his expression sincere: "Although I am in the late Nascent Soul stage and control the Nine Yin Demon Flame, Fellow Daoist Chen is not only my disciple and close friend, but also a benefactor in my cultivation."
She pointed to the demonic flames flowing around Gao Ji's body and explained, "Since the Ninth Princess has been awakened to intelligence for over ten thousand years, she must know that if my Nine Yin Demonic Flame lineage wants to cultivate to the top, it must be accompanied by a high-level Thunder Spirit Body Tempering cultivator to harmonize Yin and Yang."
"And Fellow Daoist Chen possesses this kind of physique, one in ten thousand."
Xuan Yin Zhenjun gave a wry smile: "So, Ninth Princess, let alone need his Golden Thunder True Meaning, even I would be eager to have it! Under these circumstances, how could I possibly command him?!"
"Oh? Is that so?!"
The Ninth Princess's voice was filled with astonishment.
The black box suddenly flew closer, circled Chen Yi twice, and used its divine sense to scan Chen Yi thoroughly, like a scanner.
"Besides possessing the Soul Dao inheritance of the Thunder Soul Sect, he actually also cultivates Thunder Spirit Body Refinement? And he's even reached the fourth level?"
She was dumbfounded, her voice filled with disbelief: "Wasn't it said that this world was damaged by those bald monks from the Vajra Temple, leaving the Heavenly Dao incomplete and suppressing the upper limit of body refinement, making advancement difficult?"
"That is precisely why Ha Yichen is so unique in this era, and therefore all the more precious."
Xuan Yin Zhenjun added a sentence at the right time.
At this point, the Ninth Princess was completely unsettled.
She manipulated the magic box to stop less than three feet away from Chen Yi, and her previously aloof and arrogant demeanor became much less pronounced.
If she had previously regarded Chen Yi as a lucky person who had obtained the inheritance by chance, now, in her eyes, Chen Yi was simply a walking treasure trove.
It's still that kind of rare, unique treasure trove.
"Hey, you kid. Yeah, I'm talking to you."
The magic box's divine sense locked onto Chen Yi once more, this time with a deliberate, seductive tone, like a strange aunt trying to lure a child with a lollipop: "You just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, right? You don't have a suitable magic weapon yet, do you?"
"I am a spiritual treasure! You should know that spiritual treasures are legendary beings in your lower-level cultivation world!"
The black box trembled slightly, emitting mysterious fluctuations that revealed the blind man's extraordinary nature: "If you were to control this palace, you could dominate the cultivation world and walk sideways with impunity."
Princess Yulan paused for a moment, then offered what she believed to be an irresistible bargain: "I see a connection between us and am willing to give you a chance to be bound together. The condition is simple: you only need to provide me with ten drops of Golden Thunder Essence each month."
"how?"
She waited confidently for Chen Yi to make a name for himself.
After all, for a magical treasure with a spirit to actively recognize its master is an opportunity that many cultivators would never dare to dream of.
however.
"Not good."
Chen Yi's voice was calm and even, without any ripples.
He didn't even lift his eyelids, shaking his head in direct refusal: "My cultivation is too low. Even if I possess a spiritual treasure, I cannot unleash even a fraction of its power. On the contrary, possessing such a treasure would only bring me more trouble."
"and."
Chen Yi raised his eyes, his gaze cold as he looked at the magic box: "The Golden Thunder True Meaning is not easy to condense. I don't even have enough for my own cultivation, how can I have extra to feed others?"
The empty orchid froze instantly.
The black box froze in mid-air, seemingly unaware that it had been rejected.
Three full breaths passed.
"Um?!"
A storm of divine thoughts, fueled by rage and shame, suddenly erupted.
"You little brat, you dare refuse me?!"
The Ninth Princess's voice turned shrill and piercing, the black mist around the black box surged again, and a terrifying pressure swept over Chen Yi: "You're asking for it! Aren't you afraid I'll annihilate you right now?!"
Faced with this overwhelming and ferocious power, Chen Yi remained completely still.
Golden light flowed within his sea of consciousness, and a layer of pale golden lightning armor faintly appeared between his brows, isolating the oppressive aura within his breath.
"Didn't you already make your move?"
Chen Yiyulan calmly replied, "What was the result? I have mastered the Soul Thunder Divine Power, which is specifically designed to counter Yin Souls and Demonic Thoughts."
Although you are a spiritual treasure, you have been corrupted by demonic influence for many years, and your soul is not pure. If it really comes down to a fight to the death, you may not be able to defeat me.
"Oh dear! You little rascal! You're so stubborn!"
Princess Lan was extremely anxious.
She never expected that this seemingly unskilled young man would actually be such a tough nut to crack.
They won't take the soft approach, and they're not afraid of the hard one either.
The black box was shaking violently in the air, clearly indicating that it had been severely damaged by Land.
Suddenly, as if she had seized upon something, her voice shifted, carrying a hint of smugness and threat: "Fine! Very well!"
"You came to see me today to restore the Demonic Flame Source to that little Xi who's lying down, right?"
The magic box turned and pointed to Ning Bu'er, who was unconscious not far away.
"Hmph, if you don't comply with my conditions, I won't tell you how to restore this Demonic Flame Source!"
"This is a secret technique passed down only within the Nine Yin lineage; apart from myself, no one else in this world knows about it!"
The Ninth Princess thought that blinding herself was an absolutely brilliant move.
Since we came here to save lives, we will inevitably be subject to others' control.
To everyone's surprise, Chen Yi did not panic upon hearing this; instead, he let out a cold laugh.
"hehe."
He crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping between the Demon Box and the Mysterious Yin True Lord, and said slowly, "First, let's clarify the situation. They're the ones who came to find you, not me. I'm just accompanying them to ask a couple of questions."
"Moreover, just as you just said, Ning Bu'er is merely a disciple of the Demon Flame Sect with a little talent."
If it can't be restored, it can't be restored. At worst, we can have it repaired again, or just abandon it altogether.
"To save her, I have to deplete my life force and give up ten drops of Golden Thunder True Essence every month? And I have to become your servant?"
Chen Yi chuckled and shook his head: "Only a fool would do this deal."
"Where is it worth me paying so much?"
Even without Ning Bu'er, the Nine Yin lineage can find other disciples. There are countless geniuses in the world who aspire to join the Xuan Yin True Lord's sect.
At this point, Chen Yi shrugged, looking completely unconcerned: "Besides, I'm not a member of the Nine Yin lineage, so this matter has little to do with me."
These words, delivered entirely according to her previous logic, completely silenced the Ninth Princess.
The black box hung motionless in the damp air, as if it had crashed.
She was still relatively new to the field and had never heard such shameless talk before. What frustrated her even more was that Chen Yi's words made perfect sense, and she couldn't refute them.
Chen Yi looked at the blank Magic Box and chuckled inwardly.
This spirit is indeed simple-minded.
If it were a cunning old monster, even if Chen Yi explained everything, the other party would still be able to see the bond between him, Xuan Yin, and Ning Bu'er.
But when dealing with this arrogant and clueless little Xi, this "no-brainer" move is like a dimensional reduction attack.
Just now, she directly discussed with Xuan Yin Zhenjun, revealing her trump card without reservation, and Chen Yi had already seen through her true intentions.
She needs Jin Lei's true meaning more than anyone else.
That was her only hope of escaping the corrupting influence of the demons and being reborn.
Since the demands are not equal, the initiative is in Chen Yi's hands.
"It seems the Ninth Princess isn't very sincere."
Chen Yi patted his sleeves, turned to look at Xuan Yin Zhenjun, and said calmly, "If you want to talk, then talk; if you don't want to, then forget it. Just pretend we were never here."
"Fairy Xuanyin, Fairy Ning, it seems this trip has been fruitless. Chen Dan has important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."
After saying that, Chen Yi turned around and left without any hesitation, lightning flashing beneath his feet, as if he was about to escape from this place.
This departure was absolutely resolute.
"Don't go!"
The Ninth Princess still couldn't figure out what went wrong. Everything was fine just now, so how did the talks suddenly fall apart?
Seeing that her only "lifeline" was about to slip away, she panicked instantly.
Forget about face, forget about pride; all of that crumbles in the face of the temptations of survival and clarity.
Whoosh!
A flash of black light.
The magic box instantly flew in front of Chen Yi, blocking his path.
"How could you do this! How could you just leave like that!"
The Ninth Princess's voice trembled with a hint of tears and grievance, all her arrogance vanished: "Then—then what are you going to do?"
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