sbdcsierra Chapter 258 Cooperation
Chapter 258 Cooperation
"Hiding? I'm not as treacherous and cunning as you. You actually attacked Wan Ning, you really have a death wish." Qin Muyang said angrily, a murderous glint in his eyes.
Si Jinchuan, however, seemed completely unconcerned. He picked up his cup and drank the tea in one gulp. After setting the cup down, he gently raised his hand and said, "Please."
Inside the magnificent palace, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed as if water could freeze over.
In the blink of an eye, the battle erupted. Qin Muyang swung his fan sharply, and golden blades shot out from the edge of the fan with a "whoosh" sound. Si Jinchuan lightly touched the ground with his toes, and like a phantom, he dodged to the side, the blades grazing past him and leaving several deep marks on a nearby pillar.
Qin Muyang took a deep breath, and the vines of the spiritual plants in the hall instantly grew wildly, lunging at Si Jinchuan with menacing force. Si Jinchuan moved nimbly, weaving and shifting among the vines, his robes fluttering, unharmed.
Seeing this, Qin Muyang frantically poured his spiritual power into the fan, causing the fan surface to shine brightly. Then, he thrust it out, unleashing a fierce storm of spiritual power that shredded everything in its path.
Si Jinchuan's expression hardened, and he easily used his movement technique to swiftly move around the edge of the storm, skillfully avoiding it.
Taking advantage of Qin Muyang's exhaustion of old strength and lack of new strength, Si Jinchuan instantly closed in, his fist, imbued with spiritual power, striking Qin Muyang directly.
Qin Muyang hurriedly used his fan to block, but with a "bang," he was slammed against the wall by the powerful impact. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he still gripped the fan tightly, his eyes burning, ready to fight again.
“Sect Leader Qin, we don’t need to do this. After all, we are all disciples of the sect. It’s best to keep things peaceful.” Si Jinchuan bent down and reached out to help Qin Muyang up.
"Si Jinchuan, you're putting on a show of being a decent human being now, but when you attacked Wan Ning, why didn't you think of seeking peace? If it weren't for you, Wan Ning wouldn't have fallen into a coma at all," Qin Muyang said through gritted teeth, wishing he could immediately step forward and tear Si Jinchuan to pieces.
However, an irresistible pressure suddenly pressed down on him.
"thump!"
Qin Muyang knelt down on the ground, his whole body breaking out in a cold sweat, even his back was soaked with sweat.
What terrified him even more was that he felt the spiritual energy within his body begin to surge violently, constantly assaulting his flesh and bones. Every inch of his flesh and bones was being torn apart with unbearable pain. His face instantly turned ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His lips trembled slightly from the pain, and he tried to scream, but found his throat was blocked, only able to let out weak groans.
Looking up, Qin Muyang's breathing became rapid and heavy, each inhale sounding like a tug at his throat, producing a trembling sound.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and down his pale cheeks. His eyes never left Si Jinchuan; fear was suffocating him like a tidal wave.
Because at this moment, Si Jinchuan was like a demon crawling out of hell, his eyes overflowing with murderous intent.
Si Jinchuan's body was tall and imposing, yet he was enveloped in a dense, almost impenetrable aura of murderous intent. This aura was deep black, like thick ink, constantly churning and swirling, as if it were alive, spreading wildly outwards.
The murderous aura, like strands of black silk, coiled around his limbs and bones. It meandered up his arms to his fingertips, where it converged into sharp beams of energy, as if a gentle flick could cleave through the void. His legs were surrounded by black energy, and with each step, a charred footprint, corroded by the black aura, was left on the ground.
Looking at his face again, it was cold and sharp. His once clear eyes were now replaced by endless scarlet, and a murderous aura permeated his entire body.
His gaze was icy and chilling, seemingly capable of freezing all life wherever it fell. Black energy surged around his cheeks, sometimes slicing across them like sharp blades, leaving faint black marks as if they were proof of his countless killings.
Even the Demon Lord Helian Yu, who had killed countless people, was no match for Si Jinchuan at this moment.
Si Jinchuan suddenly made a move, his long and powerful right hand like an iron clamp, instantly grabbing Qin Muyang's neck and lifting him high into the air.
Si Jinchuan's eyes burned with a furious flame, and deep in his pupils was a hint of madness and ruthlessness, a look twisted by endless killing and hatred.
A cruel smirk played on his lips as he forced a few words through gritted teeth: "You're asking for death!"
As he gradually increased the pressure on his hands, Qin Muyang's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and the breath of life was slowly draining from his body.
“Si…” Qin Muyang was speechless, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, while Si Jinchuan’s smile became more and more manic, and the scarlet in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
At this critical moment, the door was suddenly opened.
A black figure rushed over and grabbed Si Jinchuan's hand.
"Sect Master, calm down!" A dagger was plunged deep into Si Jinchuan's shoulder, which finally allowed Si Jinchuan to put Qin Muyang down.
Qin Muyang fell to the ground with a thud, panting heavily and greedily inhaling the fresh air.
However, Si Jinchuan did not regain his senses and instead lunged at the dark figure.
The dark figure swiftly dodged, instantly throwing out dozens of ninth-grade stasis talismans, which barely managed to immobilize Si Jinchuan in place.
Then, he fed Si Jinchuan a pill. Si Jinchuan's body trembled violently. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, the madness and ruthlessness in them had been deeply hidden, replaced by a deathly calm.
Qin Muyang looked warily at the dark figure who had saved him and asked, "A ninth-grade talisman? Are you perhaps a disciple of the Tianyan Sect?"
"Yes, my name is Ji Yun, the eldest disciple of the Tianyan Sect, and my code name in the Shadow Pavilion is 'Zero.' Pavilion Master Qin, I'm sorry, I startled you. Our Pavilion Master, he..."
Ji Yun was about to explain when he was interrupted.
"Zero, let me explain."
“But, Master, your health…” Ji Yun looked at Si Jinchuan with concern.
Si Jinchuan smiled weakly and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright. There are some things I should tell Pavilion Master Qin in person."
Ji Yun could only turn and leave uneasily.
As Si Jinchuan approached him, Qin Muyang propped himself up and stood up, glaring at Si Jinchuan with hostility.
"Are you a demonic cultivator? Why do you have such a strong aura of killing intent?" Qin Muyang asked coldly, his body trembling involuntarily, his heart filled with fear.
"Sect Leader Qin, there's no need to fear me. Rather than killing you, I'd prefer to cooperate with you," Si Jinchuan said calmly.
"Cooperation? That's laughable. I have absolutely no reason to believe you now." Qin Muyang took a step back and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
However, Si Jinchuan approached step by step, blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder, making him look extremely terrifying.
“I think you will agree to this cooperation, after all, it concerns Xie Wanning’s life or death,” Si Jinchuan said seriously.
"Why should I trust you?"
"Just because I've lived one more lifetime than you."