Chapter 17.1 - Madam is Wise (1/2)

Even though Mu Rong Chun no longer felt intense pain in his primordial spirit, his body felt stiff.

He lifted his eyes blankly and looked at Lin Jiu in front of him.

Countless crimson threads drew out from the dense surrounding formation and into her body.

Mu Rong Chun’s breathing tightened. How…How much would that hurt!

The red glow was too bright for him to see Lin Jiu’s face, but he could feel her body trembling faintly as if she was holding back the pain.

The image in his vision became extremely slow. He saw a strand of red come up from the upper right, but Lin Jiu stopped it for him with her body without hesitation.

He saw her take a deep breath and her fragile body swayed slightly as if overwhelmed.

Mu Rong Chun pushed himself up from the ground with his sword and extended his hand towards Lin Jiu.

Slap! He received a heavy blow at the back of his hand.

Mu Rong Chun raised his head all of a sudden, only to see his master’s cold and solemn face. Four words emerged from those thin lips. “Go adjust your breathing.”

Mu Rong Chun quickly sat back down.

He saw Wei Liang’s figure flickering in and out between the violent red light, just waiting for Ji Yuan to reveal his weakness so he could launch a fatal strike.

Lin Jiu, on the other hand, was running around, using her body to resist every strand of the red threads aimed towards Wei Liang, trying her best so that Wei Liang would not be restricted.

Mu Rong Chun’s chest swelled with heat.

In this instant, he completely forgot that Lin Jiu was only an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In his eyes, this couple made up the top heroes of this world. They worked seamlessly to block the cold winds on behalf of each other with their own bodies without a single word.

“Master, Martial…Aunt…” Mu Rong Chun murmured.

Lin Jiu faintly heard his murmurings and shuddered.

At this moment, the Red Lotus in her consciousness was dewy as if it had drunk the essence of the sun and the moon and the morning dew. Each of its petals were incomparably full and glowing in an elegant yet mysterious dim golden light. At the bottom of the lotus were red threads that looked like crystals, which were condensed into tiny stalks and roots, slowly floating around in her consciousness. Lin Jiu had a feeling that as long as she got the right opportunity, the Lotus would take root and sprout, achieving unimaginable dreams.

To Lin Jiu, this was simply an unexpected pleasure.

Mu Rong Chun thought she was overwhelmed, but she just didn’t want to look too floaty. Suppressing your joy was hard too.

To the great demonic cultivator Ji Yuan, Lin Jiu was grateful from the bottom of her heart.

It was all thanks to the array he provided. It felt like it was opening up a new world for her.

Then, the madly flickering glows suddenly stopped around her!