20demayo Chapter 113 Avenging Junior Sister
Chapter 113 Avenging Junior Sister
Seeing that Xu Xiaoxiao had recovered somewhat, the little puppet gestured for Chu Yi and Chu Er to protect Xu Xiaoxiao, as he needed to leave for a while.
Although the little doll couldn't speak, it made two gestures that immediately conveyed to the first and second-year students, "Don't worry, senior brother, we will protect our master here."
The little puppet set up an array in the cave and then flew towards the depths of the Cloud Mist Mountain.
Jiang Jingzhi manipulated the puppet on Chongyang Peak to find the person who hurt his junior sister. "Whoever dares to hurt my junior sister, I will never let them go, no matter who it is." His pupils instantly turned gold.
Deep in the misty mountains, miasma permeates the air, ancient trees reach for the sky, and a sense of eeriness permeates the tranquility.
The little puppet moved like lightning, darting through the mountains and forests, keenly sensing the lingering spiritual energy in the air.
Suddenly, it sensed a familiar fluctuation in a secluded mountain hollow and quickly concealed itself to approach.
The old man who had hurt Xu Xiaoxiao was sitting in meditation in front of a cave, his face pale and his breathing disordered, clearly injured by a reflection of spiritual energy.
The little puppet's eyes turned cold, and it instantly sprang into action, black spiritual energy surging from its body as it rushed towards the old man like a black lightning bolt.
Sensing danger, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and unleashed a fierce palm strike.
The puppet deftly dodged the palm strike, its hands quickly forming hand seals. Black spiritual energy condensed in the air into a huge net, covering the old man from all sides.
The old man snorted coldly, waved his hands, and a layer of cyan shield appeared around his body, blocking the spiritual energy net.
"You beast, you think you can hurt me?" the old man hissed, his eyes filled with malice.
The puppet remained unmoved, increasing its spiritual energy output, causing the net to tighten even more, rubbing against the cyan shield and producing bursts of sparks and ear-piercing sounds.
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this powerful spiritual energy, with flying sand and stones, and the pervasive mist was stirred up into chaos.
Suddenly, the puppet flashed and appeared behind the old man, its right palm wrapped in black spiritual power, and slammed hard into the old man's back.
The old man hurriedly turned around to defend himself, but was forced back several steps by the puppet's palm strike, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The battle intensified, with two figures, one in black and one in green, constantly clashing and crossing paths in the desolate mountain valley. Each clash caused surrounding rocks to crumble and trees to break. This battle, born of hatred, was fiercely unfolding deep within the misty mountains, and the outcome remained uncertain...
In the midst of the fierce battle, the little puppet seized the moment when the old man used his spiritual power, and moved as fast as a ghost to approach.
It quickly clasped its hands together, then suddenly pulled them apart, forming a black vortex of spiritual energy in its palms. The surrounding air was frantically sucked in, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if it wanted to devour all the life force of this world.
The puppet's eyes were cold as it forcefully pushed the vortex of spiritual energy toward the old man.
The old man couldn't dodge in time and was grazed by the edge of the whirlpool. Several deep cuts appeared on his body, and blood splattered on the rocks next to him, emitting wisps of smoke.
The old man was terrified. Knowing he was no match for the enemy, he even tried to escape by leaving his body.
His body began to ethereal, and a semi-transparent primordial spirit struggled to detach from his physical body.
The puppet wouldn't let him succeed. It shone brightly, and a blurry shadow appeared behind it, seemingly the embodiment of Jiang Jingzhi's anger.
Its hands moved rapidly, forming a complex hand seal. Then, it pointed forward, and a black lightning bolt, like a dragon emerging from the sea, struck straight at the old man's primordial spirit.
Wherever the lightning struck, the space trembled, and the clouds and mist were instantly dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky.
The old man's primordial spirit, under the powerful lightning, let out a shrill scream, utterly unable to resist.
In an instant, it was struck by lightning, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into the wind without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world.
At this moment, the mountain valley was deathly silent, with only the howling wind blowing through, stirring up sand, stones, and fallen leaves, bearing witness to the ferocity and decisiveness of this battle.
The puppet relaxed only after confirming that the old man in front of it was no longer there. Jiang Jingzhi of Chongyang Peak also coughed up a mouthful of blood, quickly regulated his breathing, and resumed controlling the puppet, returning to Xu Xiaoxiao's side in the cave.
Inside the cave, Xu Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged on a flat boulder. The surroundings were quiet and eerie, with water droplets dripping from the cave walls, creating a soft splashing sound that was particularly clear in the silent environment.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and a few strands of messy hair clung to her cheeks, making her look extremely weak.
But her eyes were closed, her brows were furrowed, and she was trying her best to circulate her spiritual energy to repair her damaged meridians.
The first and second-year students sat on either side of Xu Xiaoxiao, their expressions wary as they watched their surroundings, their hands gripping the swords at their waists, ready to deal with any potential dangers.
Xu Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with worry, and asked softly, "How long has Senior Brother been gone? Is he alright?"
Chu Yi quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, Master. Senior Brother is incredibly powerful and will definitely be alright. He instructed us to guard you here. You should focus on resting and recovering your energy as soon as possible."
Chu Er chimed in, "Yes, Master, this cave is safe and sound thanks to the formation set up by Senior Brother. You don't need to worry too much."
Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly and sighed softly, "How can I not worry? This whole thing started because of me. If my senior brother were to meet with misfortune, I..."
Before they could finish speaking, a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy came from the edge of the formation. The three of them immediately became alert. Chu Yi and Chu Er quickly stood up, shielding Xu Xiaoxiao behind them, and drew their swords.
Xu Xiaoxiao stared intently at the entrance of the formation, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists as she silently prayed, "Senior Brother, you must return safely..."
Just as the tense atmosphere was building, a familiar dark figure flashed by, and the doll returned safely to the cave.
A hint of surprise flashed in Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she quickly asked, "Senior Brother, are you alright?"
The doll nodded slightly, its eyes revealing a hint of weariness, but more so a sense of relief, as if telling Xu Xiaoxiao that everything was over and the danger had been eliminated.
Xu Xiaoxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing. With the help of Chu Yi and Chu Er, she sat back down on the boulder to continue her breathing exercises and recuperating. The cave returned to calm, with only the faint sounds of spiritual energy circulating and water dripping intertwined...
Inside the cave, after some meditation and with the help of her second senior brother's pills, Xu Xiaoxiao's pale complexion regained some color, and her spiritual energy flowed much more smoothly.
She slowly finished her practice, let out a long breath, and the faint light emanating from her body gradually faded away.
The puppet floated over and slowly displayed a line of text in front of Xu Xiaoxiao: "Junior Sister, Senior Brother's spiritual power is insufficient to activate the teleportation array again. I can only trouble Junior Sister to fly home on her sword."
Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the doll, nodded gently, her eyes full of determination: "Don't worry, Senior Brother, although I haven't fully recovered yet, I can still take everyone back without any problem."
With that, she summoned her sword, which hummed and emitted a soft blue light that illuminated a corner of the cave.
Xu Xiaoxiao lightly leaped and landed steadily on the sword. She turned to the first and second year students and said, "You two, come closer and hold on to me."
The first and second graders responded in unison, "Yes, Master!" They cautiously approached Xu Xiaoxiao, their hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.
Xu Xiaoxiao controlled the flying sword, slowly raising it until it was level with the cave entrance.
She looked out of the cave and saw that the Cloud Mist Mountain was still shrouded in miasma, with ancient trees appearing and disappearing in the thick fog, exuding a sense of mystery and danger.
"Let's go!" Xu Xiaoxiao shouted softly, and her flying sword shot out of the cave like an arrow, speeding towards the outside of the mountain.
The wind whistled in her ears. Xu Xiaoxiao concentrated, carefully avoiding the obstacles in the forest. Chu Yi said nervously, "Master, the fog is too thick, be careful."
Xu Xiaoxiao nodded slightly: "Yes, I will. Hold on tight."
The doll stood quietly beside Xu Xiaoxiao, vigilantly watching its surroundings, ready to deal with any possible emergencies.
As the flying sword moved forward, the fog gradually thinned, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the path ahead.
Xu Xiaoxiao's tense nerves relaxed slightly. She knew that they were getting closer and closer to safety. As long as they returned to the Huitian Sect, everyone would be safe.