Chapter Seven Ye’ll[1] Wait For You (2/2)
His efforts were to no avail. That icy energy that terrified him pushed him to desperate straits and he didn’t have any room to retreat.
The unwillingness and wrath inside his heart suddenly lit up.
Go to hell!
Furiously casting [Aged Gold Energy], all of his ling energy, along with all of his consciousness slammed at the icy presence!
This was his only solution.
His only experience that could be considered a battle was the first time he used [Aged Gold Energy] on the ling grain. He still remembered the brutal energy at the time, the rush it gave his consciousness. But that consciousness made from the merging of thousands of aphids were as weak as an infant compared to this icy energy.
At this time, he was like a madman, raising a sickle and rushing at a fully armored enemy.
[Aged Gold Energy] was like a ball of light gold mist. Once it appeared, it aroused the attack of the icy energy.
Suddenly, Zuo Mo seemed to see countless flying swords, with their bright tails and screaming as they flew at him! The sword strikes were bitingly cold, crisscrossing into a forest that he couldn’t avoid!
The clear pupils transformed into a roaring sea of flames. The edges of the eyes that had widened to the limits cracked, blood running down his face. On the stiff face, it drew out two bright marks.
He didn’t feel it.
The ling energy under his crazy revolutions started to spin out of control. He didn’t stop and continued to speed up his revolutions.
Under full power, the [Aged Gold Energy] seemed to become especially crazy. It didn’t retreat and leapt at that icy energy.
If someone walked into Zuo Mo’s room at this time, they would see a strange sight. A faint gold ball of light twisting furiously as though there was something invisible relentlessly corroding it and its size continued to decrease.
The faint gold cloud turned even more furiously but closely protected Zuo Mo.
The battle became even hotter. The [Aged Gold Energy] faced the icy energy that threw out the sword strikes and didn’t retreat. Like facing the consciousness of the aphid, the [Aged Gold Energy] made this energy as an extremely large consciousness from a gigantic aphid!
Zuo Mo had no attention left for the [Aged Gold Energy] There was only one though in his head – faster, faster!
The revolutions of ling energy was already at a shocking step. He had never tried to make his ling energy revolve so fast. He didn’t dare. But at this time, Zuo Mo, who’s eyes were red from battle, only hated that the ling energy couldn’t move faster. He continued to speed up his revolutions!
Zuo Mo’s head roared as though something had been broken. His consciousness suddenly became dizzy.
The ling energy stampeded like wild horses, completely free of control. The [Aged Gold Energy] which originally had been turning and twisting furiously did so even more, like boiling water. The shape of the cloud was extremely unstable. If xiuzhe of higher cultivation saw this scene, they would instantly pale. Loss of control of ling energy, what would follow was the explosion of the body and death!
Suddenly, a warm stream came from Zuo Mo’s heart and entered his channels.
The violent ling energy suddenly became more obedient than anything. The speed of revolution didn’t decrease and increased. The strong shaking of the [Aged Gold Energy] disappeared without a warning and calmed down.
What would amaze others was that icy energy seemed to have detected the strangeness and retreated for the first time.
The peaceful [Aged Gold Energy] ball once again changed. It quickly shrunk towards its core. The cold energy changed along with it.
A faintly gold seven segmented awl shaped liked a pagoda!
A water-blue crescent shaped flying sword with a small bell hanging!
Silently opposite each other. But in the blink of an eye, both started to move.
One awl, one sword, turned to one gold and one blue stream of light and accurately hit together.
Ping!
A clear note like breaking glass. A scattered ball of light exploded in the air. It was like a firework, blue and gold mixing, extremely beautiful.
An unknown amount of time later, Zuo Mo dazedly opened his eyes. His entire body hurt, his skin seemed to have cracked. He couldn’t help but groan. This groan made his dizzy mind wake up.
He could move!
That damned energy had disappeared!
He first froze and then a kind of unnameable carefreeness formed. He wanted to laugh but before his mouth could move, the muscles pulled at the wound, and it turned into a screech. Even though he didn’t know what had just happened, but without a doubt, he won!
He was still holding the pink paper in his hand. On it were written two words.
“Bad Person!”
The writing was still graceful and the tone of speech meant the writer wasn’t very grown but Zuo Mo, who was on his last gasps, couldn’t help but feel disgust.
Such a vicious woman! She wanted his life!
The other must have put a spritual attack on the words. To use the words to release such a terrifying attack, it wasn’t someone he could face. Zuo Mo was very clear about that. The head of the sect and the other elders, he didn’t know if they could do it. But among the inner sect disciples, there definitely wasn’t anyone who could reach such power.
That mean, the vicious woman’s power surpassed his sect’s shixiong.
But walking once around death’s door, he wasn’t that scared, not even if the other’s strength surpassed him greatly.
He had heard that some strong xiuzhe was arrogant and indifferent to low-level xiuzhe but had never thought the other would desire to kill because of a word!
Ge was naïve!
Zuo Mo took a deep breath. The wound that was pulled was extremely painful. He struggled up and bared his teeth as he moved to the desk.
It was still the bright and thick cinnabar, still the same weasel bristle brush. Zuo Mo dabbed viciously a few times.
His entire right hand seemed to have been broken into quite a few pieces. Just the pain from a slight movement ached into the bones. He gritted his teeth and moved the brush. A few drops of red cinnabar dripped from the brush and landed on the pink paper, looking like blood.
Due to pain, Zuo Mo unconsciously sucked in breathes. His right hand holding the brush, he gravely left four crooked words on the pink paper.
“Ye’ll wait for you!”
Throwing the brush in his hand away, he took a few looks and then gave a strange laugh. His right hand didn’t move according to his wishes so it took an hour before he managed to fold the pink paper into a paper crane.
It was a pity. The writing this time wasn’t as good-looking as last time. Zuo Mo was slightly regretful.
As he jerked in breaths, he put the last bit of ling energy in his body into the paper crane.
Watching as the pink Little Thousand Crane disappeared into the horizon, he cursed the vicious woman countless times inside.
When he finished all this, he couldn’t persevere any longer. Dried up, his eyes became back and like a block of wood, he dropped to the ground and fainted.
[1] 爷(ye): means grandfather. At the same time, it can be a way of referring to oneself in third person, usually in an egotistical manner.