C29 This Is How Villains Are Raised

Zhou Xiyue's killing intent had already appeared. Qiao Sheng did not expect that he would be schemed against by a little girl with a twisted mind in the end. He could only hold on with his sword and fight with Zhou Xiyue.

Zhou Xiyue was only a Golden Core cultivator. No matter how bad Qiao Sheng was, he was still at Mahayana Stage, so it wasn't too difficult for him to beat Zhou Xiyue up.

After knocking Zhou Xiyue down with a palm strike, Qiao Sheng looked down at her from above. A ball of ice crystals condensed in his hand, and he planned to give Zhou Xiyue the last blow.

Zhou Xiyue hated Qiao Sheng to the core. She gritted her teeth and took out her last magic treasure. It was the Slumbering Zither that she had found in the Mysterious Heaven Secret Realm. She did not expect it to fall into Zhou Xiyue's hands in the end.

Zhou Xiyue sneered, sat up with her legs crossed, placed the zither on her knees, plucked the strings with both hands, and played a shrill and ear-piercing zither sound. Accompanied by this unpleasant zither sound, one sound blade after another flew through the air.

Qiao Sheng's eyebrows jumped, and just as he jumped to the back of a rock beside him, a rock beside him was pierced through by the sound blades and shattered to the ground.

"Didn't they say that the Sleeping Spell only has the effect of hypnosis?" Qiao Sheng asked the system.

The system said, "That's what the data says."

"Heh," Qiao Sheng replied the System sarcastically.

The Spiritual Force in his body had already begun to rapidly drain away, and from the wound, it began to spread to the surroundings. A sharp pain that felt like thousands of ants biting him caused Qiao Sheng to hold his breath. Even if Zhou Xiyue did not come to finish him off, he would be dead in less than half an hour.

He did not have time.

Qiao Sheng quickly took out a few talismans from the storage ring and threw them at Zhou Xiyue. The sound of an explosion came from behind him. He did not have the time to check the situation, so he could only run as high as he could.

Behind the Cloud Peak was a cliff that was so deep that one could not see the bottom. Unfortunately, Qiao Sheng happened to run onto the cliff.

"Tsk..." Qiao Sheng turned his head to look at Zhou Xiyue, who was getting closer and closer. He secretly gathered the last bit of Spiritual Force in his body and gathered it in his dantian. Even if he were to die and never come back to life, he would drag her down with him.

At this moment, a red color appeared in Qiao Sheng's field of vision, followed by a face that could confuse all living things. Zhedan waved the scythe that was filled with coldness, drawing a harmonious arc in the air, and the Sleeping Curse Zither was instantly shattered into pieces.

Qiao Sheng turned his head, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, and wiped his face in disdain.

There was meat on his cheeks, making him feel extremely disgusted. He could no longer ask for any more clothes. Qiao Sheng did not have much Spiritual Force left in his body. For the sake of a piece of clothing, he gathered a little Spiritual Force and used a body cleansing spell on himself.

Zhedan retracted his wings and landed on the ground. He caught Qiao Sheng, who was on the verge of collapse. Frowning, he said, "How can she be so weak? She can't even beat her."

"Yes, very weak." He did not expect it either.

Seeing Qiao Sheng's breathing gradually weaken, Zhedan sighed helplessly. He let Qiao Sheng rest on his shoulder and whispered, "Bite, drink my blood."

Qiao Sheng knew that Zhedan's blood might have some kind of effect. He opened his mouth and took a bite. The addictive sweet blood flowed down his esophagus and into his body. The little remaining Spiritual Force finally stopped flowing. Qiao Sheng heaved a sigh of relief. This meant that he could still hold on for a while longer.

Zhedan listened to the swallowing sound beside his ear and said, "Do you know that my strength is also being lost?"

"Yes." He had felt it the first time he did it with Zhedan, and he had even told him about it.

"You absorbed my blood and sped up the loss." Zhedan's fingertips pierced into Qiao Sheng's hair.

Qiao Sheng raised his head, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with doubt, "Then why did you let me suck your blood?"

"Because I love you..." Zhedan chuckled.

Qiao Sheng took the time to ask the system. The system said that the strategy for Zhedan was still at 40%.

Qiao Sheng sneered in his heart. Zhedan's nonsense was really everywhere. His expression was indifferent, as if he did not hear Zhedan's words, and replied, "Oh."

Zhedan curled his lips, a trace of sadness between his brows. He looked at Qiao Sheng as if he was looking at a heartless man.

"You are so heartless."

Qiao Sheng pushed Zhedan away, placed his gaze behind him, and said, "They are coming up."

Ye Qingming and Hsiang Lanxuan were the first to come up. Both of them had varying degrees of injuries on their bodies. A golden dragon hovered above Hsiang Lanxuan's head and spat out burning vines that bared their fangs and brandished their claws. However, the vines quickly grew back from where they had been burned.

All the disciples and a few elders of the Nether Sect had also rushed over. Those few elders' cultivation bases were similar to his, so they were a little difficult to deal with.

"Don't frown all the time. Wait for me here." Zhedan put Qiao Sheng down and raised the sickle again, blocking everyone ten meters away.

Qiao Sheng was already at his limit by not dying. He did not have the extra strength to help Ye Qingming, so he could only be a bystander at this moment.

Ye Qingming also noticed that Qiao Sheng's condition was not good, so he threw a scroll to Qiao Sheng.

"Master, hurry up and leave!"

Ye Qingming was distracted and the golden dragon's flames burned the corner of his clothes.

Qiao Sheng did indeed use the Spiritual Force contained in the scroll for his own use, creating a barrier around him.

He said to Ye Qingming, "Ye Qingming, if you don't kill Hsiang Lanxuan today, I will die in front of you."

"Master!" Ye Qingming's pupils shrank as he was not hit by Hsiang Lanxuan. He flew out and crashed into a rock.

Hsiang Lanxuan's gaze was complicated. He walked in front of Qiao Sheng step by step and asked him, "Since you want me to die, why did you save me?"

Qiao Sheng looked at Hsiang Lanxuan calmly. After a moment, he said, "I saved you so that he could kill you."

"Why?"

"Only Ye Qingming has the right to kill you in this world," Qiao Sheng said firmly.

Hsiang Lanxuan lowered his head, his entire body covered in an unknown sadness.

Suddenly, Hsiang Lanxuan raised his head and started laughing out loud. He laughed so hard that tears fell from his eyes.

Qiao Sheng looked at Hsiang Lanxuan coldly, but Hsiang Lanxuan retracted the smile on his face. He was like a king, his eyes filled with determination. With a wave of his hand, the barrier that Qiao Sheng had set up was easily broken.

"But I just want to die in your hands, Martial Uncle."

Qiao Sheng's expression changed for the first time. His tone was unfriendly, and he even cursed, "Hsiang Lanxuan, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Sheng could tell that Hsiang Lanxuan wanted to die with him.

Ye Qingming could also see it. He stood up from the ground with a crazy look on his face. The vines behind him instantly rose more than ten meters high, almost covering half of the sky. The vines grew at lightning speed. Some burrowed into the ground, some broke through the rocks, and some aimed straight at Hsiang Lanxuan. The top of the vines had sharp barbs and shone with a cold light.

Around Qiao Sheng, a dozen or so vines without barbs broke out of the ground and pushed Qiao Sheng in another direction.

Hsiang Lanxuan's gaze followed Qiao Sheng as a ball of light began to gather in his hand. Ye Qingming's heart sank. At the last moment, he moved behind Hsiang Lanxuan and self-destructed before Hsiang Lanxuan could self-destruct.

It was as if a meteorite had crashed into the ground and caused a huge amount of damage. A wave of heat rushed towards Qiao Sheng, and he could not dodge in time. The notification of the completion of the mission had already sounded, and Qiao Sheng did not need to dodge anymore. He had been waiting for this moment.

Qiao Sheng closed his eyes.

The next second, he opened his eyes again and saw Zhedan's pursed lips. Blood was flowing out of his lips.

"Your wings..."

Zhedan wrapped his wings around the two of them. In the end, his wings were severely burned, and his back was covered in blood.

The surviving cultivators rushed over and wanted to take the opportunity to kill them. Zhedan glanced at the crowd coldly, picked up Qiao Sheng, and jumped off the cliff.

The silver bracelet on Zhedan's wrist emitted a bright light, and a ripple appeared below the two of them. Zhedan said, "Come, let's go to the other world."

As the two bodies passed through the ripple, a dazzling light flashed. Zhedan looked at the familiar sky and smiled.

When he lowered his head again, the person in his arms was no longer breathing.

Zhedan suddenly felt bored. The person he had brought back with great difficulty was dead.

... "

Years later, Zhedan sat on the Deity Position, one hand supporting his chin, and the other shaking the red liquid in the wine cup. Under the Deity Position, the gods with white wings and the demons with black wings were all kneeling on the ground. Zhedan sneered and said lazily.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have spent so much effort... Boring."