Feng Shui - Chapter 21
"Is your boundary formation without a purpose?" Feng Shui was startled by Feng Yi Leng's words and asked loudly.
"Hehe, yes, of course. Just use your spiritual sense to input the coordinates of the place you want to go within this teleportation array. However, the array I just drew didn't have any coordinates input, so I don't know where it will teleport you to. I just wanted you to understand the principle of the teleportation array and how to retrieve it. Be careful." Feng Yileng looked at Feng Shui mysteriously with an inscrutable expression.
After saying these words, Feng Yileng turned and went into the cabin, no longer paying attention to feng shui.
Feng Shui placed his left hand on the teleportation array, and at the same time, his seven senses began to slowly activate and operate. In the blink of an eye, the method and application of the teleportation array were completely memorized in Feng Shui's mind, and the array was also stored in the "Wuji Pestle" on Feng Shui's left ear. The teleportation array on the ground disappeared.
"I didn't expect it to be this simple, hehe." Feng Shui said with a smug smile.
Suddenly, Feng Shui had an idea: why not try using this boundary array and see what effect it would have?
However, Feng Shui hadn't forgotten Feng Yileng's warning, and he prepared to perform a short-distance teleportation. His consciousness shifted, and the teleportation array within the "Limitless Pestle" reappeared, but this time not on the ground, but floating in the air in front of Feng Shui.
Using his spiritual sense, he set a short-distance coordinate position within a radius of one mile in the teleportation array. With a thought, Feng Shui's body instantly transformed and disappeared, and at the same time, the teleportation array also vanished without a trace.
The feng shui has been transmitted.
2004-12-08 14:17:00
Chapter Thirty-Two: Purple Ripples
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A fierce battle, flames, and splattering blood. Red! Their clothes were all the same color, a vibrant red…
The cold steel wire tightened around his neck, more and more, until even his own screams were barely audible. Blood slowly trickled down his neck…
"ah…………!"
Zi Yang woke up from a nightmare, breathing heavily. His clothes were soaked with sweat. He had the same dream again. This dream could not be erased from his memory because it was a reality he had experienced.
The world of the underworld remains the same: clear lakes and rivers, endless gardens, ethereal celestial music drifting from afar, and wisps of dark mist occasionally floating across the sky, wandering into the depths of the underworld.
Zi Yang's breathing gradually calmed down and returned to normal, but he felt a chill as the Yin energy unique to the Netherworld relentlessly assaulted his body. Zi Yang slowly stood up, shook his body, and expelled the Yin energy that had accumulated within him.
He had been in the Netherworld for over a month, and the reason he was there was entirely due to the tunnel connecting the human world and the Netherworld that the grass ash had opened last time. In truth, Zi Yang didn't like the artificial atmosphere of the human world; he hated the smell of blood, yet indirectly liked its color.
In the Netherworld, only "pure" exists, a pure form devoid of any bodily fluids. Therefore, the bright red color of Zi Yang's clothes appears to have faded considerably during this period.
"It's been so long since I've seen that beautiful color. I really miss it...!" Zi Yang stared at the distant horizon, as if hoping, or perhaps sighing.
Just then, a bright white light flashed behind Zi Yang. Zi Yang quickly turned around and saw a strangely shaped boundary array that was flashing a dazzling white light, which appeared out of thin air not far in front of him.
A human figure gradually appeared within the boundary array.
The white light barrier appeared quickly and disappeared just as fast. Once the people within the barrier had fully manifested their physical forms, both the barrier and the white light vanished simultaneously.
"Wow...this is awesome! I never expected this teleportation array to be so useful." Feng Shui exclaimed, looking at the scenery before him.
"Huh? There's another person here." Feng Shui noticed Zi Yang not far ahead.
Zi Yang simply stared coldly at the feng shui, without saying a word.
"Hi... Hello, where is this place? I don't feel like this is the Demon Realm." Feng Shui greeted Zi Yang warmly, but suddenly realized that the environment here did not seem to be the world of the Demon Realm.
Zi Yang remained silent, but her eyes became somewhat blank.
Feng Shui surveyed his surroundings as he walked towards Zi Yang.
"I originally set the radius to within one mile, but something seems off. This really doesn't seem like the Demon Realm," Feng Shui muttered to himself, puzzled.
Zi Yang continued to look at the feng shui, her expression once again becoming confused, but she no longer seemed wary.
"Wow... you're so beautiful! I've never seen a beauty like you before." Feng Shui approached Zi Yang and was taken aback by her appearance.
Her long, glossy black hair, as black as a pearl, cascaded neatly down her back. Her skin was as white as snow, her face slender yet not bony, with single-lidded eyes as clear as a deep pool, and slender, willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows that, though unadorned, accentuated their natural curves. Her thin, crimson lips were as luscious as blood, and remarkably, when she wasn't smiling, two dimples were faintly visible at the corners of her mouth. Despite her slender frame, she stood approximately 1.74 meters tall, adding to her serene and elegant demeanor.
However, the brightly colored outfit Zi Yang was wearing didn't quite suit his overall image.
“I am a man.” Upon hearing the feng shui assessment, Zi Yang not only frowned but also said coldly.
2004-12-08 14:19:00
"You're a man? Are you really a man? That's amazing! You're the second most handsome man I've ever seen. Sigh... How did you all grow up to be so beautiful? It makes me feel so ashamed of myself." Feng Shui looked Zi Yang up and down, and suddenly remembered Jimi, whom he had met not long ago, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Who are you? You're not a soul, yet you've managed to retain a human body in this world." Zi Yang stared coldly at Feng Shui, who had a look of amazement on his face, and asked coldly.
"Of course I'm not a soul, I'm a normal human being. By the way, what exactly is this place? Can't I stay here?" Feng Shui asked curiously instead.
"Only the souls of the dead can come to this world." Zi Yang's lips suddenly curled into a cold smile, and her gaze towards Feng Shui became eerie.
"You mean... this is the underworld?" Feng Shui's body trembled, and his voice shook with fright.
“That’s right. You’re the first human to be so close to me and see my true face. And I have a very bad habit: I don’t like people knowing me.” Zi Yang’s eyes became glazed over, and her voice changed, radiating an almost manic tone.
"What do you want to do?" Feng Shui looked into Zi Yang's eyes and sensed the change in her voice.
"Let me make you a real part of this Netherworld." Zi Yang's eyes were filled with a completely perverse expression as she spoke even more frantically.
Feng Shui suddenly found himself unable to move, and his blood began to boil violently, as if it were about to burst out of his blood vessels. All the capillaries on Feng Shui's body bulged out of his skin, and his face turned as red as a purple eggplant, making his face look extremely ferocious.
Feng Shui sensed the unusual changes in his body, the abnormal reactions in his blood, and tasted immense pain.
"Ah... I'm going to die...!" Feng Shui screamed in extreme pain, clutching his face with both hands.
"Hehehe... Hahaha... That's right, you are indeed going to die. You will be killed by the blood in your own body. Your death process is like this, and I can explain it to you in detail. When I explain the last step, that will be the moment you truly die. Hahaha... I'm finally going to see that vibrant color again. It's so familiar, so exciting." Zi Yang's expression was abnormally distorted. Her originally beautiful face was deformed, looking so perverted and terrifying.
"Who...are you? Why...why...why did you want to kill...me!" Feng Shui asked with difficulty, enduring the endless pain in his body.
"Who I am is meaningless to a dead person. First, your blood will boil, reaching 130 degrees Celsius; second, all the capillaries in your body will burst because they cannot withstand the temperature of the blood; third, your entire body will be completely dyed a bright and beautiful color by your own blood. At that time, you will feel that the blood on the surface of your body has its own life, coiling around your body, and then your head will be twisted off by your own blood. That is when you truly become a soul and begin to experience another form of existence." Zi Yang said hysterically, looking at Feng Shui who was suffering.
However, the capillaries protruding from Feng Shui's body surface did not proceed to the second step as Zi Yang had predicted. Although Feng Shui's blood was boiling, it couldn't cause the blood vessels to burst. Zi Yang also noticed this, and although she found it somewhat unbelievable, she still used her ability to control blood to induce changes in the flow of blood within Feng Shui's body.
The feng shui's tolerance had reached its limit, and consciousness was gradually being diluted by the pain. The entire body was completely twisted and deformed, but the boiling of the blood in the body did not stop; on the contrary, it became even more intense.
Suddenly, an incomparably powerful force emerged from somewhere within Feng Shui's body, rapidly spreading throughout his entire being. His boiling blood, as if doused with ice, slowly calmed down, maintaining its original temperature. The prominent blood vessels on his skin gradually returned to their original positions, and a faint "demon" character tattoo appeared on the back of Feng Shui's clothes, radiating an eerie purple hue.
Feng Shui's body returned to normal, but he still hadn't recovered from the pain. He knelt on the ground, hands on the ground, panting heavily, his physical strength exhausted to the limit.
"How could this be? What are you... This is impossible, this can't possibly happen." Zi Yang cried out hysterically when she saw that Feng Shui's blood vessels hadn't burst because of the blood she controlled, but instead had returned to normal.
Within Zi Yang's abilities, her control over blood has never failed. Regardless of the substance, as long as it contains liquid components, Zi Yang's abilities can completely control its composition and structural changes. Blood is just one such substance. However, the changes in Feng Shui's body shocked Zi Yang, because it was simply impossible. No real substance could resist Zi Yang's control over the changes in its internal liquid components.
"You're too dangerous...!" Feng Shui finally couldn't withstand the enormous energy his body was expending and collapsed to the ground.
Feng Shui realized that his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred. In the last moment before he was about to completely lose consciousness, Feng Shui used his seven senses to retrieve the teleportation array from the "Wuji Pestle". He randomly entered a star mark into it again, and a dazzling white light appeared again, forming a teleportation array that teleported Feng Shui away.
"Huh? Disappeared? Where did you go? Come back... Where did you go? You can't leave, I haven't seen that vibrant color yet, you can't leave... Ah...!" Zi Yang cried out frantically, as if a loved one in his life had left him forever, crying out in such pain and helplessness.
Zi Yang knelt on the ground, burying her face, already wet with tears, deep into the earth. Her body trembled helplessly, occasionally letting out a faint groan of pain.
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In the vast and dark hall, a heavy figure, darker than the hall itself, lay silently on the only table. Long hair cascaded over her body, seemingly covering her entire form. An aura of death emanated from this woman, gradually transforming into wisps of shimmering black mist that rose to the ceiling, then coalesced into beams of light that drifted out of the hall and into the distant depths.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light illuminated the entire hall, and a teleportation array glowing white appeared before the woman. She slowly raised her head to look at the source of the white light; the dazzling white illuminated her exquisitely beautiful yet pale face.
In the blink of an eye, the teleportation array vanished, and an unconscious man appeared before the stunningly beautiful but pale woman. Extreme shock flashed in her eyes. Having clearly seen the face of the unconscious man before her, she swiftly flew towards him, her hands trembling violently as she touched his face.
“Feng shui…!” the woman said, her voice trembling as well.
2004-12-08 14:21:00
Chapter Thirty-Three: Love, or Lies?
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When people talk about love, they think of romantic love; when they talk about affection, they think of romantic love.
Most of the time, love is like dust, not worth mentioning...
Black and white, without embellishment, there seems to be far too much talk about destiny and reincarnation!
In the journey of life, we will inevitably encounter some people and some things.
Having gone through it all, you've matured...
All of this seems so unreal; too far away, it feels unattainable; too close, it feels somewhat lost. I once tried my best, carefully guarding that unfulfilled wish in my heart, murmuring to myself in the endless night.
At this moment, they suddenly fell like stars, like meteorites descending, their beauty poignant as they shone from the sky. But their very existence was tantamount to annihilation. The great hall remained profoundly silent, tempting the helpless self to approach the trap or a deeper, more profound desolation.
Gently stroking Feng Shui's limp, unconscious face, Huang Quan's initial stirrings stemmed from Feng Shui's once radiant smile, followed by a clear sense of rebellion, opening all the gateways to the enemy. The enemy in love waved its banner, the fluttering sound leaving her dejected. In truth, love is so simple, without reason; for whom does that door always remain open? A soft sigh echoed through the dark hall; coldness and warmth, in truth, are only a step apart.
The sudden appearance of Feng Shui was like a beacon, its allure, or rather, its seduction, possessed a powerful force that gripped Huang Quan's nerves, reaching the depths of his heart. Huang Quan knelt beside Feng Shui, a faint smile playing on his lips, recalling past life's grievances, the story beginning anew. The wind, cold and low, groaned outside the hall, mirroring Huang Quan's current state of mind—a mixture of pain and pleasure.
A lifetime's hopes are not burdened by a single promise. Huang Quan gazes upon the face of the feng shui, past scenes flashing before his eyes: grasslands, snow-capped mountains, sunshine, vast bodies of water, melodious songs, blooming flowers, and the former feng shui—all adorning love with a touch of falsehood and artifice. She and he were merely their fleeting joy, vibrant and colorful, followed by endless withering, and the loneliness of the fine rain falling in the season of decay, quietly grieving alone in this dark palace.
Returning to solitude, returning to the essence of life, confusion and dreams gradually become numb in stillness. By becoming part of death, controlling death, and forever staying with death, one will no longer feel the pain and helplessness of love.
Huang Quan lowered his head and kissed Feng Shui's bloodless lips with his deep purple lips. Huang Quan felt the lingering and intoxicating kiss that seemed familiar, even though it had been so many years. But it had really been too long, and he could no longer find the feeling from back then.
Huang Quan closed his eyes, searching for that long-lost taste, but could not recapture the excitement and response he once felt. A crystal tear rolled down Huang Quan's cheek. Feng Shui's eyelids trembled slightly, as if sensing something, but he did not open them.
Strands of deep blue life energy slowly flowed from Huang Quan's mouth into Feng Shui's mouth, merging into his body and into the radiance of his life.
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It was still the plum rain season, and the tranquil atmosphere and peaceful environment of the secluded pool and painted boat were now shattered.
The rain hadn't stopped, but a rainbow of colors appeared, illuminating the painted boat.
"Senior sister, where is this place?" Han Zheng looked around at the unique natural environment and asked Lian Linlan, the fairy who brought her and Gui Eting here.
"This is the Demon Realm, one of the Three Realms," Lian Linlan said softly, exuding the elegant aura unique to immortals.
"...Truly extraordinary. I never imagined that I could reach the Demon Realm before even undergoing tribulation or possessing an immortal body. How wonderful, how wonderful!" Han Zheng exclaimed.
"What are you so happy about! Do you think the Demon Realm is something only our world can come to!" Lian Linlan glared at Han Zheng and said coldly.
"Of course, E'ting and I are not qualified, but with your status as an immortal, Senior Sister, aren't you qualified enough?" Han Zheng asked curiously.
"If it weren't for the special permission of the Divine Heaven Realm, we immortals wouldn't be able to travel freely between the three realms, let alone have the ability to do so even if we wanted to," Lian Linlan sighed.
"Then why is it that Senior Sister was able to bring me and Eting here at this moment?" Han Zheng asked, even more puzzled.
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"Because this time when I came to the mortal realm, I not only received special permission from the highest immortal venerable of the immortal realm, but I also obtained a 'divine artifact' token from the divine realm," Lian Linlan said with some pride.
"What? A divine artifact? I never expected the gods of the Divine Realm to value someone who is said to be able to 'refine the universe' so much. But as far as I know, immortals can't possibly use divine artifacts!" Han Zheng asked in shock.
"Hmph...! How many things do you know! Do you think only gods can use divine artifacts? In the Immortal Realm, as long as you receive guidance from a god in the Divine Heaven Realm, you can use one-thousandth of the power of a divine artifact. Even with only one-thousandth of that power, it's enough to occupy an important place in the Immortal Realm," Lian Linlan said smugly.
"Is it so easy for immortals in the celestial realm to receive guidance from gods?" Han Zheng asked excitedly.
"It's not that simple. In the Immortal Realm, only the highest-ranking Immortal Venerables have the opportunity to see gods. Other immortals simply don't have that qualification." A strange glint flashed in Lian Linlan's eyes as she coldly said.
"Then why...?" Han Zheng asked tentatively, looking into Lian Linlan's eyes.