PFC Chapter 154 You also have today
Chapter 154 You also have today
The purple spiritual vein emitted a soft light, like a sleeping dragon coiled in the valley.
Zhuang Yu stood beside the spiritual vein, his robes fluttering in the breeze.
His deep gaze swept across the surrounding mountains, a hint of barely perceptible wariness in his eyes.
The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy, yet it seemed to have solidified, creating a suffocating atmosphere.
Although all the forces appeared to have left, Zhuang Yu knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.
They will not easily give up this spiritual vein and will surely look for an opportunity to make a comeback in the shadows.
"Ling, you can leave now." Zhuang Yu's voice was calm and indifferent, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but show a worried expression.
The guardian spirit of the spiritual vein is powerful, equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage. With it protecting the spiritual vein, the safety factor will undoubtedly be greatly improved.
Now Zhuang Yu has made it leave, which she finds completely baffling.
“Master, this…” Wang Yao hesitated, wanting to persuade Zhuang Yu to retract his order, but not daring to question his decision.
Zhuang Yu noticed Wang Yao's worry. He turned his head and gave her a confident smile, as if everything was under his control.
"Don't worry, I have my own plans."
The guardian of the spiritual veins bowed respectfully to Zhuang Yu, then transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.
Wang Yao stared in the direction where Ling had disappeared, her heart filled with doubt and unease.
She didn't understand why Zhuang Yu would take such a risky move. Did he really have the confidence to face the challenges from all sides on his own?
Zhuang Yu did not explain. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze once again fixed on the distance, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"The real show is just beginning..." he muttered to himself, his tone carrying an enigmatic quality.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and his gaze locked onto a mountain peak in the distance.
There, a dark shadow flashed by...
"Yao'er, let's go take a look over there."
"
The appearance of the dark figure did not escape Zhuang Yu's keen perception.
He took Wang Yao with him, and in a flash, they arrived at the top of that mountain.
Sure enough, several figures, led by Tian Yuanzi, were sneaking around behind the boulder, their eyes fixed on the direction of the spiritual vein.
"I knew these guys wouldn't give up so easily." A cold smile appeared on Zhuang Yu's lips.
"Master, they don't seem to have noticed us," Wang Yao said in a low voice, her tone tinged with excitement.
Zhuang Yu didn't speak, but simply raised his right hand, and an invisible wave spread out from his fingertips, instantly enveloping the entire mountain peak.
This is a concealment formation he obtained from a mysterious space, capable of perfectly hiding his aura and traces.
Tian Yuanzi and the others were unaware that they had stepped into a trap. They were still whispering and discussing how to seize the spiritual vein.
"The guardian of the spirit vein has left, and now is the best time for us to seize it!" Tian Yuanzi's voice was filled with excitement and greed.
"But Zhuang Yu is still there. How are we supposed to deal with him?" Elder Feng, the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, asked with a hint of worry.
"Hmph! He's just at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. With so many of us joining forces, are we afraid of him?" Tian Yuanzi said disdainfully.
“That’s right! If we go together, we’ll definitely take him down!” Disciple A echoed, his tone full of confidence.
"Kill!" Disciple B roared and charged out first.
Just then, a dazzling light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping Tian Yuanzi and the others.
They only felt a blur before their eyes, and the scenery around them changed instantly.
The original mountain peaks disappeared, replaced by a vast expanse of white mist, so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
"What's going on?" Tian Yuanzi shouted in panic, his voice filled with fear.
"It seems we're trapped!" Elder Feng's voice trembled, his tone tinged with despair.
Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao appeared outside the white mist. They looked at Tian Yuanzi and the others who were trapped in the formation and showed a mocking smile.
"Tian Yuanzi, you never thought you'd end up like this, did you!" Zhuang Yu's voice was cold and ruthless.
He retrieved a magical artifact from the mysterious space—the Dragon Binding Rope.
The Dragon-Binding Rope was entirely golden, radiating a dazzling light, and resembled a lifelike golden dragon coiled in his hand.
Holding the Dragon-Binding Rope, Zhuang Yu swung it at the enemies in the formation. A golden light shot out instantly, transforming into countless golden dragons that swept towards Tian Yuanzi and the others.
"Ah!" A series of screams came from the white mist, sending chills down one's spine.
The surrounding spiritual energy churned violently like boiling water, and the powerful impact of the spiritual energy injured Tian Yuanzi and the others. They were horrified to discover that the spiritual energy within their bodies was being continuously absorbed by the Dragon Binding Rope, and their cultivation was rapidly declining.
"Zhuang Yu, who...who exactly are you?" Tian Yuanzi asked in terror, his voice filled with despair.
Zhuang Yu did not answer. He just looked coldly at Tian Yuanzi, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Now, it's time to talk about cooperation..."
The white fog was thick, and visibility was extremely low. Tian Yuanzi tried to stabilize his position. He looked around, trying to find a breakthrough.
However, the white mist seemed to be everywhere, trapping them firmly.
He roared at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, we can't just sit here and wait to die! Let's join forces and break this formation!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than someone raised a question.
"Hmph, Tian Yuanzi, you make it sound so easy. This formation is so strange, do you have a way to break it?" Elder Feng, the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, said sarcastically, his tone full of distrust.
"Elder Feng, what do you mean by that?" Tian Yuanzi glared angrily, his fat face trembling with rage. "Do you think I deliberately trapped everyone here?"
"Who knows?" Elder Feng sneered, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Perhaps you've been in cahoots with that brat Zhuang Yu all along, trying to use someone else to do your dirty work!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Tian Yuanzi trembled with rage, pointing at Elder Feng and roaring, "I, Tian Yuanzi, swear to the heavens that I had no such intention! Don't make false accusations!"
"Hmph, what's the use of making an oath?" Elder Feng said coldly. "Who knows if your oath is true?"
The two argued more and more fiercely, and disciple A and disciple B also began to blame each other, making the atmosphere tense and oppressive, as if a civil war was about to break out at any moment.
In the white mist, fear and suspicion spread like a malignant tumor, corroding everyone's heart.
Tian Yuanzi's face turned ashen. He realized that the alliance he had built with his own hands was now falling apart because of a small setback.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, but he felt no pain. His heart was filled with anger and resentment.
Outside the formation, Wang Yao watched Zhuang Yu so easily control the situation, her admiration overflowing.
She ran quickly to Zhuang Yu's side, took his arm tightly, and pressed her soft body against him.
Zhuang Yu sensed her dependence, and a wave of warmth welled up in his heart. He gently patted Wang Yao's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
Her trust and comfort were undoubtedly the best solace and encouragement for him.
Zhuang Yu looked down into the formation, where Tian Yuanzi and the others were struggling in fear and suspicion like trapped beasts. A playful smile appeared on his lips.
At this moment, the noise inside the formation gradually subsided. They seemed to have realized that infighting wouldn't solve the problem. Tian Yuanzi, with a gloomy face, shouted towards the outside of the formation, "Zhuang Yu! What exactly do you want?!"
Zhuang Yu did not answer. He simply raised his right foot slowly and walked towards the formation.
Zhuang Yu's figure slowly stepped into the white mist, each step seeming to tread on the heartstrings of everyone present, producing a breathtaking drumbeat.
As he moved, the white mist seemed to come alive, receding to both sides and revealing his disheveled figure trapped within.
Tian Yuanzi was pale, his clothes were tattered, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His former arrogance had long since vanished.
Elder Feng was in no better shape, his hair disheveled. As for Disciple A and Disciple B, they had long lost their previous bravery and now looked like two pitiful drowning dogs, trembling and hiding in a corner.
Zhuang Yu's gaze swept over the crowd, like an emperor surveying his subjects. His voice was calm and deep, yet carried an undeniable authority: "I'll give you a chance."
Upon hearing this, Tian Yuanzi and the others grasped at a straw as if it were a lifeline.
"As long as you swear that you will never covet this spiritual vein again, I can let you leave," Zhuang Yu continued, his tone devoid of any emotion, as if he were announcing something that had already been destined.
Tian Yuanzi and the others looked at each other in dismay. The allure of the spiritual vein was simply too great; to give it up would be worse than death for them.
However, the current situation is beyond their control; they have no room to resist, and continuing the stalemate will only lead to their own destruction.
"I...I swear!" Tian Yuanzi lowered his head first, his voice low and hoarse, filled with resentment and helplessness.
He knew that he had been defeated by Zhuang Yu today, and that seeking revenge would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.
"I, Feng Wuhen, swear that I will never again covet the spiritual vein!" Elder Feng, the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, also lowered his proud head. His appearance at this moment was completely different from his previous imposing manner, and he looked extremely dejected.
"We swear too!" Disciple A and Disciple B quickly added, their voices filled with fear and dread.
Zhuang Yu looked at them, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. He slowly raised his right hand and waved it gently. The white mist that had enveloped everyone instantly dissipated, and the surrounding scenery became clear again.
Like pardoned prisoners, the group rose to their feet and flew away in a disheveled state, their speed as if they were being chased by evil spirits.
Wang Yao stood behind Zhuang Yu, watching the fleeing crowd, her eyes filled with excitement and admiration.
However, just when Zhuang Yu thought everything was settled, he suddenly felt an unusual fluctuation coming from the spiritual vein beneath his feet. The power seemed to break free of its restraints and surge wildly underground, like a sleeping dragon about to awaken.
His heart skipped a beat, his brow furrowed, and an ominous premonition welled up within him…