usatvline Chapter 51 Just a Second
Chapter 51 Just a Second
Knowing he was limited and couldn't force himself, Li Tingyun immediately took out several magical artifacts from his Qiankun bag.
The things Mei Shiyu prepared for him were all top-quality, unlike the gadgets Wang Wu made himself, which still required magic or a large amount of spiritual energy to activate.
The reason why the best magical artifacts are so expensive is that they contain stored energy, so the user does not need to waste spiritual power. Therefore, even ordinary people who do not know magic can use them freely.
The higher the user's talent, the stronger the magic weapon's effect. A hundred-year-old lightning-struck wood, in Li Tingyun's hands, becomes the most dangerous weapon. If he were to seriously retaliate, his thunderous power would be no less than that of a high-level cultivator with a lightning spiritual root.
Theoretically, that's true, but in reality... he can't.
To be precise, the lightning-struck wood didn't store enough energy.
This energy is more than enough to deal with fox demons like Si Wuyou who are not good at cultivation, but it is insufficient to deal with Hei Bai Wuchang.
Li Tingyun estimated that at most, he could only give them both a perm, and the actual damage would be minimal.
This is really annoying.
If he weren't restricted, he wouldn't be troubled by such a minor problem as "insufficient energy of magical artifacts." With his ability to absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth and primordial chaos, any magical artifact that wasn't at the divine weapon level would be burst apart by his power.
Not to mention that he can manipulate the five elements at will, and even combine two elements to generate superpowers based on the principle of mutual generation of the five elements.
For example, "water" and "earth" combine to form "thunder", and "wood" and "water" combine to form "ice". Even if he is not a cultivator with a different spiritual root, and even if he does not have a thunder spiritual root or an ice spiritual root in his body, he can still control these two different elements.
This is the Chaos Entity, whose energy source is extraordinary and who can manipulate all things with ease. The dangers and benefits it brings are terrifying to contemplate.
But now, Li Tingyun is extremely restricted by the system and is very annoyed.
This body had become accustomed to the surging power filling every tendon and every bone. He had stood atop an unbearably cold peak, looking down upon the ants of the world. He could have been indestructible, turning clouds into rain with a flick of his wrist. He didn't need any magical artifacts to crush his so-called "opponents" into dust inch by inch—no one in this world was worthy of being his opponent.
The most ridiculous thing in life is this phrase, "He could have."
Li Tingyun held the magic weapon in his hand and silently looked around. Just as he was feeling troubled, the Black and White Impermanence suddenly disappeared!
"Sixth Brother, what's going on?"
[Illusion. Host, this is an illusion, be careful!]
Before he knew it, Bai Wuchang pulled him into an illusion. A thin white mist shrouded the ruins, and his vision gradually blurred.
"Yuanbao, turn around."
Hearing the familiar call, Li Tingyun turned around and headed towards the source of the sound, where he indeed saw Mei Shiyu.
He stood under the eaves, dressed in plain white clothes, his figure almost blending into the mist. He held a sword in his hand, its sharp edge concealing a deadly intent.
It's fake, don't believe it.
"I know."
Li Tingyun quietly hid the Qiankun bag. Wang Laoliu only saw him fiddling with it behind his back, but couldn't see what he was doing.
"Master, that trouble with Xia Changfeng... have you resolved it?"
He walked toward the illusion and asked about the battle between "Mei Shiyu" and Xia Changfeng, even pretending to care whether he was injured.
Mei Shiyu gripped the hilt of the Qing Shuang sword tightly, pursed her lips and remained silent, her gaze towards him growing increasingly indifferent and distant.
[The White Impermanence is adept at using people's fears to create illusions. Host, you're actually afraid of the Plum Rain?]
Li Tingyun shook his head: "No."
Then why...?
"How do you know he is Xia Changfeng?"
"Plum Rain" suddenly questioned, "Who exactly are you...?"
[Oh, host, so you're afraid of having your identity exposed.]
Li Tingyun shook her head again: "No, not exactly."
Regardless of whether it is true or not, stop wasting your breath on him, kill him, and leave the illusion.
Li Tingyun asked him, "How do we kill him?"
Everything in the illusion is fake; as long as you have no fear in your heart, you can overcome it.
It's like a dream. If you're being chased in a dream, you'll feel scared, terrified, and run away because subconsciously you don't know it's a dream. When you realize you're dreaming, you're about to wake up.
Therefore, only by destroying everything or anyone in the illusion that is disturbing your mind can you have a chance to escape it.
Li Tingyun said, "But I don't want to go out yet."
What?!
Wang Laoliu watched helplessly as the screen went completely black; the host had deliberately severed his connection with him.
Damn it, finally there's no third person around!
Li Tingyun completely exposed his true nature.
Looking up, I saw Mei Shiyu's stiff body suddenly lose its strength and fall backward, sliding slowly down the high blue brick wall and landing on the ground.
Li Tingyun stepped forward, bent down and removed the dangerous blade from his trembling hand, knelt down on one knee to steady himself, helped him straighten his clothes that were about to fall apart, and glanced over his handsome face that was flushed with an abnormal redness.
Then she lowered her head and said shyly, "I'm sorry, Master, I admit my mistake."
He wasn't afraid of Mei Shiyu harming him, nor was he afraid of exposing his identity in front of Mei Shiyu. What he feared most was... not being able to wake up from his erotic dream!
Once trapped in this dream, who the hell can escape?!
"Just ten seconds, I'll only enjoy the last ten seconds," Li Tingyun made up his mind, reaching out to grab "Mei Shiyu's" snow-white neck.
But then they heard a very faint, very short breath, like the sound of the last frosty snow melting in the dim light of dawn.
Frost condenses into white dew, welcoming the rising sun. Warm and gentle rays of light penetrate the trembling dewdrops without hesitation.
Before the scorching sun could even arrive, the white dew had already begun to appear.
Li Tingyun shuddered. A drop of hot sweat, which had been trickling down his "master's" temple, landed right on his trembling hand and was about to be dried by his rapidly rising body temperature.
Even in Li Tingyun's horrific and unrestrained dreams, Mei Shiyu remained as clear-headed and indifferent as ever. When aroused, he remained silent, his breathing almost inaudible. He was enduring and bearing it all. When in pain, he would slightly furrow his brow, and a soft, fragmented light would flow through his not-so-clear eyes.
His feedback was so weak, yet it could easily drive a person crazy.
Let alone ten seconds, even ten minutes have passed, and Li Tingyun is still in the same position, unable to bring himself to do it.
Depend on!
He said he was most afraid of having erotic dreams!
Li Tingyun abruptly pulled his hand back and slapped himself twice. "The last ten seconds!"
After saying that, he picked up the "Green Frost" from the ground and stabbed it into "Plum Rain's" heart.
They didn't count a single number.
Li Tingyun's eyes sharpened. He saw that "Qing Shuang" had not pierced "Mei Shiyu's" chest. Cracks appeared on the tip of the sword and quickly climbed upwards, covering the entire blade.
With a crisp sound like white porcelain hitting the ground, "Qing Shuang" shattered instantly in his hand, scattering countless crystalline fragments. Fallen petals, like drifting snow, enveloped "Mei Shi Yu's" increasingly transparent figure until it disappeared completely.
Li Tingyun was somewhat dazed; he truly smelled a faint, cool floral fragrance.
Plum blossoms often bloom quietly in the wind and snow, their fragrance is not overpowering, but it lingers and lasts a long time.
The delicate fragrance of plum blossoms once enveloped him gently, but then dissipated with the wind and could never be found again.
It was dark all around.
Li Tingyun was momentarily lost in thought when suddenly something brushed against her body.
Alarm bells rang in his mind. He reached for his waist pouch, but it was nowhere to be found. He turned around and launched an attack!
A black aura, like a swimming dragon, coiled around his right arm.
Suddenly, a thick chain, with interlocking links, flew out from his wrist. At the end of the chain was a sharp hook shaped like a scorpion's tail, which nimbly darted and chased straight towards the Black Impermanence who had just passed by him and stolen the item.
Fan Wujiu fled at an extremely fast speed, but how could he possibly be faster than the chains formed by Li Tingyun's chaotic energy?! With a "plop," the scorpion's tail hook pierced into his back, completely penetrating his body!
A bowl-sized hole was torn open in his chest, but Fan Wujiu did not feel the pain. He simply used all his strength to throw the Qiankun Bag to Bai Wuchang, who was running towards him, and then grabbed the scorpion tail hook that had pierced through his body and was still rushing forward!
"Walk!!!"
He had no intention of letting Xie Bi'an risk his life to save him.
"Old Fan..."
Xie Bi'an's usually quick-witted lips trembled uncontrollably.
He said nothing, even forgetting to catch the Qiankun bag, and rushed towards Fan Wujiu, who was about to self-destruct his spiritual core, like a madman.
"No! Lao Fan, no! No..."