C467 The tragic Qu Wei!
C467 The tragic Qu Wei!
Several martial spirit s immediately revealed an embarrassed look, silently cursing themselves for being too nervous. Since they were already in Xuanluo Valley, what could a small Fire element eighth stage Martial Master do? Luckily, no one else had seen it, or else they would have fallen laughing.
Xiao Jianren glared at his men fiercely. She probably felt that his men's intense reactions had made him lose a lot of face.
He stood up and said, "Hey Fang, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, this is the Xuanluo Valley, don't think of playing any tricks here, or else I'll make you suffer. "
"Hehe, First Young Master Xiao, what do you mean by that? It seems like I did not take the initiative to come to the Xuanluo Valley, but rather, it was your cousin Brother Qu Wei who invited me here, right? "
"You!"
"Young Master Xiao, why are you so angry? I just feel that drinking alone is too boring. Why don't you come over and have a drink?"
With that, Fang Shaobai looked at Xiao Jianren with a weird smile. Her eyes seemed to be provoking Xiao Jianren, laughing at him as if saying that Xiao Jianren did not dare to do it.
Xiao Jianren was furious, "Drink, I'm afraid of you!"
Xiao Jianren immediately ignored the anxious gazes of her subordinates, held her wine cup and sat in front of Fang Shaobai.
Inside the cave, after passing through a narrow passageway, there was a vast expanse of land. Man-made hollowed-out the mountain, forming four rooms.
Qu Wei anxiously walked into the room at the very center. It was completely empty inside, but there was a thin layer of light inside. Qu Wei stepped into the light curtain with a single step, and her figure instantly disappeared.
Everyone knew that time and space was the grandest topic of all in the martial way. With regards to the profoundness of time and space, even the Martial Emperor had only barely touched the scales on her body. Only the Martial Saint could truly grasp some of the profoundness of time and space.
It was definitely not the Martial Emperor's ability to set up a spatial portal to allow one to travel through space. Ordinarily speaking, it would be the work of the Martial Saint.
The Xuanluo Valley actually had a spatial gate. Could the people living in the Xuanluo Valley be the Martial Saint that have gone extinct in the continent?
On the other side of the spatial gate, Qu Wei appeared in a flash. This place was already another quiet valley. If not for the existence of the spatial gate, this valley would not even have had anything to do with the Xuanluo Valley.
There was no birdsong here, but there was the fragrance of flowers. It was luxuriantly purple all year round, just like spring. In the valley, there was only an unremarkable thatched cottage sitting in the western corner.
This was obviously not Qu Wei's first time here, she clearly knew who lived here. When she was a hundred steps away from the thatched cottage, she stopped and asked respectfully: "Eldest Uncle, are you there?"
Cough cough! A few heavy coughs came from the thatched cottage. The sounds were so intense that it seemed as if it was going to die down. Only after a while did it calm down. Only then did he hear a weak yet dignified voice.
"Qu Wei? Why are you here again, is there news from the things I told you? "
's heart tensed up, Eldest Uncle's illness is getting worse, luckily I found out about Fang just in time.
Qu Wei said respectfully: "Eldest Uncle, the stone you gave me yesterday had a reaction."
"Eh, there's a reaction? So fast?"
The voice of the person in the thatched cottage was both surprised and anxious. He could not help but cough heavily a few times. Not long after, a purple figure slowly walked out of the thatched cottage.
It was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties. His brows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars. He was tall and sturdy. He wore a purple robe, and his high collar was erected as well.
With just his good looks, no one could link him with the weak voice in the thatched cottage. From the sound of the voice, he could only assume that the person inside the hut was someone who was on the verge of death.
However, if one looked closely, they could see that this purple robed man, who looked domineering in his prime, had a strangely pale complexion. It was obvious that he was severely injured.
Strangely, the purple-robed man seemed to be dragged down by this heavy injury, but his footsteps were extremely slow. After taking two steps, he couldn't even recognize his breath, and he panted like an ox. Then he coughed violently. When the coughing reached its worst point, the burly man's body trembled uncontrollably. His skin that couldn't be covered by the purple robe began to strangely crack, black cracks spreading out like a spider web. As if he was coughing violently a little bit more, just a little bit more and his burly body would split into countless pieces.
Qu Wei trembled in fear as she saw this, "Eldest Uncle, are you alright? How about … you let me help you into the room so you can lie down."
"No, no."
The purple-robed man was still able to control his own breathing. His coughing stopped, and the terrifying cracks on the surface of his body also disappeared.
"My illness is getting worse, and it's no use lying down. Qu Wei, tell me, did the stone I gave you yesterday react? "
The voice of the purple robed man was very, very soft. There was a hint of deliberate caution in his weak voice, as though he was a person walking on thin ice, trembling with fear.
Qu Wei thought about what the purple-robed man had told him, and couldn't help but feel proud of himself. "Yes, there's a reaction, and it's a golden one at that!"
"What? Gold?"
The purple-robed man seemed to be frightened by Qu Wei's words, and then, his expression became hurried, unable to be suppressed. This time, it was rapid, immediately triggering a violent coughing and gasping sound. Compared to before, it seemed even more frightening.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the purple-robed man's body. It was very obvious that blood was seeping out from the cracks, and within a few seconds, the purple-robed man had turned into a blood-robed man.
What was even more frightening was that the cracks on his body emitted a sharp aura, not only did it spray out his blood, it also tore his purple robe into shreds. In the blink of an eye, the purple-robed man had become a naked person.
It was this naked person that had cracks all over his body. It was like tens of thousands of spider webs were revolving around his body, densely packed and intertwined, causing one to feel fear and uneasiness in their hearts.
A trace of fear flashed in the purple-robed man's eyes. He didn't bother to conceal the shame of revealing his body in front of his nephew, and hastily raised his cultivation. In an instant, a surging aura surged out, enveloping the entire valley.
Sizzle sizzle!
Suppressed by the aura, Qu Wei gasped. At the same time, she was also frightened by the purple robed man's web-like body, and his face immediately turned pale white.
At the same time, another terrifying aura burst forth from the purple-robed man's body. This aura was not as powerful as the purple-robed man's, but it was abnormally cold and exuded a terrifying aura of death, as if it was a force that could destroy the world. It was like a ghostly light that rose from the Dark Extreme Realm in the endless abyss, revealing itself through the cracks all over his body.
"Damnit, you want to destroy me, suppress me!"
The purple-robed man was shocked and angry at the same time. He let out a roar, and it was no longer the trembling and weakened state he had before when he was afraid of death, but an explosive anger that was on the verge of death.
BOOM!
This voice alone was enough to shake the world. Qu Wei instinctively covered his ears with her hands, but she could still see the trace of blood flowing through the gaps between her fingers. He had actually been caught in the crossfire, and for some reason, his ears were injured by the purple-robed man.
Grief!
When Qu Wei released her hands, there was only a buzzing sound left in her ears. She could clearly see the purple-robed man opened her mouth and continued shouting angrily, but he couldn't hear anything.
This man was born with a pair of eyes for viewing, one nose for smelling, one mouth for eating and talking, and a pair of ears for listening, all of these were indispensable.
Although hearing loss was not life-threatening, if he were to lose this ability, it would mean that his life would become a silent world from now on. He could not hear anything anyone else said. There were those who praised him, those who cursed him, and everything else had nothing to do with him.
Would he still be able to live?
Qu Wei regretted so much that her intestines turned green. If he had known it would be like this, he would have rather entered the room to report to Eldest Uncle than him.
But it was too late to say anything now, regrets were useless. He could only place his hopes on the Eldest Uncle, and help him settle the matters he needed to do. Once he solved the problems the Eldest Uncle had, perhaps the Eldest Uncle would have a way to help him regain his hearing.
At this moment, how could the purple-robed man know that he had accidentally deafened his nephew who was working for him? Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to it.
Ever since the death aura burst out of his body, the cracks on his body became even more intense. It was as if a net had been stretched open, and once it exceeded the limit, his body would be completely destroyed by the death aura. Then, he would be completely burnt into ashes.
The purple-robed man could only use his powerful cultivation to suppress the aura of death. This was already the most he had done in the past three years. He was already used to this kind of thing. As long as he endured some pain and spent some time, he would be able to suppress the aura of death.
But this time, the purple-robed man was too excited, and he instantly lost control of his emotions. He trembled too fiercely, and it actually caused the aura of death to erupt. It was even more violent than any other time.
The purple robed man realized, with his own cultivation, that he was actually unable to suppress the aura of death in the slightest.
He was scared, he was scared, he was scared, but in the end, he was still a Martial King who had experienced life and death situations, and he had the ability to not be afraid in the face of danger.
At this critical moment of life and death, he was still able to control his emotions. In an instant, he became as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed, and this kind of suppression finally had a sliver of effect. Although it wasn't as successful as in the past in minimizing the scope of the deathly aura, at least with the advantage of cultivation, he could control it with just a little bit of suppression, and at most, an hour later, he would be able to control it …