NFBE Chapter 158 is really not worth it.
Chapter 158 is really not worth it.
The rogue cultivators in the lower realms during the Yuan and Ming dynasties generally did not follow the rules.
Without the support of sect masters, cultivation is indeed fraught with difficulties. Most of the independent cultivators who cultivate in this way are stubborn and suspicious, which Xue Lan understands.
However, she wasn't happy to have her head blasted by a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Xue Tong's scream echoed in her mind, and she regretted not making the little girl turn around earlier.
Forget it, given Xue Tong's reaction speed, she won't understand even if I tell her.
The middle-aged man's iron rod still had some red bloodstains on it, which looked particularly glaring to Xue Tong.
[Xue Lan...] Xue Tong transmitted his voice to Xue Lan, his voice trembling slightly.
"Yes!" came the brief reply, but it reassured Xue Tong considerably.
The young girl looked at the middle-aged man holding the iron rod in front of her, then at Xue Lan's headless body lying at her feet. She slowly took a step back.
"Look at you, you just crushed someone's head and now this happens."
Xue Lan felt that she had underestimated Xue Tong. Perhaps this loud and boisterous little system had already seen death countless times in the battles of Luoxia Mountain and was no longer afraid of it.
"Xiao Tong... turn your head." A girl's clear and gentle voice came from beside her ear. Xue Tong did not hesitate and immediately turned around, exposing her back to the middle-aged man's attack range.
"Young lady... I'm sorry, the opportunities within this Garan Cave Heaven can only be mine." A somewhat harsh voice came from behind Xue Tong, who heard the whistling wind. The man had raised the iron rod in his hand.
Xue Tong wasn't afraid at all. She was just a piece of code without a physical form, so it didn't matter if she was attacked by others.
What she needs to do now is trust Xue Lan.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Xue Tong remembered what the main system said when she first became a system.
At that time, Xue Tong wasn't called Xue Tong; she was called System 001.
The main system says: [When necessary, trust your host, or make your host believe that you trust him.]
Now, she chooses to trust Xue Lan.
The whistling wind behind her gave Xue Tong the illusion that the iron rod had already been swung at her head.
In an instant, the sound of the wind abruptly ceased.
"The soul departs..."
The girl appeared behind the middle-aged man at some point. She had seemingly come back from the dead, with a large patch of dark blood on her shoulder and back, and her hair, which had been disheveled during the sneak attack, was now partially obscuring her face.
A gray-white eye stared intently at the back of the middle-aged man in front of him, like a demon crawling out of hell.
From the girl's fingertips, a few slender strands of gold extended out and wrapped around the neck of the person in front of her.
The moment the outstretched hand clenched, the middle-aged man in front instinctively flew backward, thus avoiding being beheaded on the spot.
But the unbearable pain in his neck reminded him that he had met a true master.
He was about to kill the little girl in front of him, and he had also killed the girl from before.
He's just a rogue cultivator, so why does he have such a powerful senior backing him up?
The middle-aged man was furious, but he dared not confront the unknown powerful figure behind him head-on. Realizing the binding sensation around his neck had disappeared, he made a decisive move and ran into the depths of the black Gobi Desert.
He was so focused on escaping that he didn't notice a faint silver thread on the back of his neck, as if it were alive, burrowing under his skin.
Halfway through the race, the middle-aged man could no longer sense the approaching figure behind him, so he slowed his pace. The person behind him was at most at the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage, and had already run this far. With his own cultivation level, he was sure nothing would happen to him.
So the middle-aged man stacked two layers of shield talismans on himself and activated a Mirroring spell to look behind him.
It was already past midnight. A full moon hung over the black Gobi Desert, casting eerie shadows on the broken walls and ruins below. In the middle-aged man's binoculars, on the distant edge of the Gobi, the little girl he had failed to kill was still standing there.
Behind the little girl was a thin, dark shadow.
That was the girl he had just killed.
"Damn it!"
The fear in his heart reached its peak in that instant, and the middle-aged man didn't have time to retract his viewing technique. He stumbled and ran into the depths of the Gobi Desert.
"Won't it be dangerous for him to run in like this?" Xue Tong asked softly.
Xue Lan's voice, tinged with laughter, came from behind: "Don't worry, he can't get in."
"Threads..."
The girl slowly raised her right hand, her fingers twitching slightly.
The small black dot in the distant Gobi Desert suddenly stopped, then stood still. A blurry flame rose from above his head and landed in the man's palm.
Xue Tong looked up in surprise and saw several silver-white threads wrapped around Xue Lan's slender fingers.
It's not soft gold thread, it's... the kind of puppet thread that Xue Lan made for Yan Chengxue before.
Beneath those silvery-white threads was a faint gray line, imperceptible to the average person.
Xue Tong watched as the middle-aged man, who had already run far away, seemed like a floating ghost, holding a dimly lit ball of fire in his palm, slowly walking towards her.
The flame grew weaker and weaker, and looked like it was about to go out.
Xue Tong turned around and grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve: "What kind of magic is this?"
"The art of puppetry has long been forbidden." Xue Lan's eye curved into a crescent moon, making her look obedient and cute.
"Why did you practice these strange forbidden techniques before?" Xue Tong reached up her sleeve and grabbed Xue Lan's wrist.
Xue Lan wasn't very tall, and it wasn't until Xue Tong grabbed her wrist that she realized Xue Tong had grown taller.
Xue Tong's current height is almost up to Xue Lan's chin. She raised her hand, grabbed Xue Lan's wrist, and used her fingertips to pick at the transparent puppet thread.
【Xue Lan...let him go.】
"Oh?" Xue Lan heard Xue Tong's voice and the girl spoke softly, tilting her head with some confusion.
The little system that she nurtured to the point of having a complete soul and body is now starting to disobey her?
"Why?" Xue Lan asked. "He just killed me."
[It's not worth it!] Xue Tong's voice lacked its usual playful liveliness: [It really isn't worth it.]
[With your personality traits, even if you kill someone who has a grudge against you, the negative consequences will still haunt you.]
Xue Lan felt rejected by the entire world, with no fairness whatsoever.
Xue Lan smiled, raised her hand, and snapped her fingers in the air.
The flame in the middle-aged man's hand went out with a "whoosh," and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet out of control.
The moment the middle-aged man fell, the gray causal thread on Xue Lan's wrist turned a deep black and pierced into Xue Lan's back.
"If I don't take action, what will I do if people curse me or try to kill me?"
Xue Tong took a deep breath: "If anyone insults you, I'll insult them back for you. If someone tries to kill you, Ji Jinjin and the others won't stand idly by."
Xue Lan raised her hand and patted her head: "Okay!"