A life of clearness

Chapter 58 Mirror Table
The butterfly flutters in the cold sword domain, and because of its protection, it appears more calm and elegant.

If one sword doesn't work, then two swords will do. Rong Qing was determined and used the sword intent inherited from the sword master very recklessly.

Even if the restrictions she learned were useful for attack, they would not be sharper or more murderous than the sword intent.

The barefoot man growled, stood on his feet, and threw a simple punch towards the oncoming sword intent.

The barefoot man knew the sharpness of the sword, so he had to dodge it. Therefore, he didn't hit the tip of the sword with his fist, but missed it slightly. He used the power of his fist to block it. His plan was to deal with the butterfly transformed by the restriction first.

Very heavy. This was the first feeling when Rong Qing's sword intention came into contact with the opponent's fist. This force...

Her swordsmanship was not very advanced, otherwise she would not have focused on the restriction. However, relying on the sharpness of the sword, Rong Qing turned sideways, turned the sword, and cut towards the barefoot man's wrist.

He groaned. His right hand fell to the ground, still in a fist shape. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted from the pain. But the monk's ability to endure pain is extraordinary. What's more...

"You have achieved Nascent Soul. We are late." Rong Qing was neither happy nor sad. It seemed that this matter was not a big deal. She was originally too worried about the gap between foundation building and golden elixir and even Nascent Soul. But the effect of the boy in the palm and the robe clone was better than she thought.

After all, she was a half-step god, and even though she was not as good as many people in the Sword Sect, and did not have the talent to learn many wonderful methods, her foundation was definitely solid. This advantage was magnified countless times when her spiritual power supply was endless.

"Meeting you, achieving the Nascent Soul stage is not a big deal." The barefoot man calmed down completely. After the butterfly sacrificed its right hand, its wings shattered and it fell into the dead air and disappeared.

The butterfly had great power, and he didn't dare to try it easily. Therefore, he used his fist to shatter it, and didn't let it touch him at all.

After the two exchanged a move, they immediately retreated and faced each other from a distance. Their auras were locked onto each other. Even if Rong Qing wanted to use a restriction, she was afraid that the other party would have an instinctive reaction as soon as she made a move.

The powerful aura that erupted from the bottom layer just a few breaths ago, the sword intent, fist force, restrictions... tore a wider gap in the path that Rong Qing passed through when she fell.

The conversation between Rong Qing and the barefoot man about the Nascent Soul naturally reached the ears of Yun Tong and others.

Yun Tong was horrified. "This is a trap. They lured us here to catch us all with their absolute strength. Moreover, they have even deceived Yu Rong, or..." Yun Tong recalled Rong Qing's words at that time, and seeing the current situation, he could not help but guess that Rong Qing's words were her one-sided words, wanting him to help her face these ghost-faced monks head-on. He was... deceived by the ghost-faced monks, and then deceived by Rong Qing?
Yun Tong was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to turn hostile at this time. He was on Rong Qing's side, so the situation was relatively balanced. If Yun Tong dared to join the Ghost Face Monk's side, he would definitely end up being eaten alive after his rabbit died.

Yun Tong turned to look at the two people in the formation, his face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out. "No wonder it felt like you didn't use your full strength, it turned out that you were setting us up." The strength that erupted in the life-and-death struggle was extremely astonishing, and it was definitely not a lukewarm stalemate in this formation.

"What else?" Yan Shuang's red lips curled slightly. "You two are only there to sharpen my cultivation that has not yet been fully consolidated after entering the Golden Core Stage. Even if you don't take the initiative to restrain us, we will still find you."

"However, judging from the current situation, your wishful thinking is very sound. However, the development of the situation cannot be dictated by you." Yun Tong laughed in a low voice, "As a Yuanying Zhenjun, you were beaten to vomit blood by a minor foundation-building cultivator. It's really a big joke."

"Oh?" Yan Shuang smiled even more. "Why not take another look?"

Rong Qing looked at the other party steadily. After all, she was mainly based on prohibition and was used to keeping a distance. And the barefoot man actually retreated? From the punch just now, she could infer that this person's physical strength was far beyond that of an ordinary Nascent Soul. Even if he was not a physical cultivator, he had been specially tempered. This was a strong advantage. Cultivators who spent a lot of resources and endured pain to temper their physical bodies generally performed well in close combat.

Why did he retreat?

"My surname is Sima, and my given name is Ershiba." The barefoot man spoke slowly, "You are qualified to know."

Rong Qing hummed indifferently, but did not lower her guard. Generally speaking, it is not a good thing when the enemy takes the initiative to chat with you.

"Your surname is Yu and your given name is Rong. In Jing State, you are called Mr. Yu." Sima Erba spoke calmly, without any anger, as if the previous battle had never happened. "Am I right?"

"Why bother talking nonsense?" Rong Qing said coldly, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

"Because an old friend of Fellow Daoist Yu... has always wanted to meet you." Even though Sima Ershiba was still unsure whether Rong Qing was at the foundation-building stage or the golden elixir stage, he recognized her strength and naturally treated her as an equal.

"…Old friend?"

"Yes." Sima Erba nodded. His severed right hand fell into the death energy and was quickly corroded and melted into it. However, granulation tissue quickly emerged at the broken wrist, and more death energy rushed into it, accelerating the regeneration of his right hand.

"In addition to the old friend of Daoist Yu, there is also the old friend of the master of Baishi Temple." Sima Erba glanced up. Although there was nothingness between his eyes, the gaze that was cast on him seemed to be real. Yun Tong could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

This is the power of Yuanying Zhenjun. This is the power that everyone is willing to fight for...
Yun Tong frowned. This change in atmosphere made him suspicious, but soon, with his experience, he understood what Sima Erba was trying to do.

Or rather, what has been done!
Sima Erba threw something out of his sleeve. Without covering it, the people present could see clearly that it was a dressing mirror. Before the mirror had completely landed on the ground, it suddenly grew larger, a full twenty feet long, and turned into an intricately carved mirror stand.

The carvings on the outer ring of the makeup mirror became the exquisite carvings on the outer edge of the mirror stand. The original mirror surface was transformed into a nearly solid lake, with clouds and smoke rising from it. The mirror stand that first appeared was hazy and beautiful, with a few slender shadows of beauties dancing on it. But this was almost a matter of a moment. The mirror stand, which had completely changed, was extremely silent, and those shadows disappeared, leaving only the figure in the lake, which was real.

Rong Qing's hand holding the sword suddenly tensed up, and the knuckles bulged.

"It's hard for you. You can find all the children I left in the secular world." Yun Tong was slightly moved, but her attention was attracted by the strange woman next to Dugu Zhi.

The woman's face was pale, and she only looked at Rong Qing. "Sir." She called softly. One hand had to hold Duguzhi's wheelchair tightly to stabilize herself and not fall to the ground due to excessive fear.

"Are you okay?" Rong Qing didn't show any extra emotion. She asked calmly, "Are you injured?"

Zhong Xiu shook his head.

Rong Qing did not comment. Dugu Zhi was calm and said, "Mr. Yu, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I didn't expect to meet in such a situation. I am very ashamed."

"You can't be blamed for this." Rong Qing realized how important she had missed. Zhong Qiu had left a mark on her long ago. Since she could trace this group of people through the prohibition, then Zhong Qiu, who had left the mark, could probably see a lot through her.

She entrusted Zhong Xiu to Dugu Zhi, naturally hoping that Dugu Zhi's forces could take care of her. But she didn't expect that since she was practicing again, Zhong Xiu would have value as a bargaining chip. "So," Rong Qing looked at Sima Erba, "what do you think?"

"It's not that I have to do anything." Sima Erba shook his head calmly, "Everything depends on the choice of Daoist Yu."

"This treasure has a great history, but the most interesting thing is one of its functions." Sima Erba pointed to the lake in the mirror stand, "Although it is not obvious from the outside, there is a space inside, forming a disordered maze. The more people enter, the more complicated the maze becomes. Only by reaching the center of the maze, where my old friend is, can we escape from this treasure."

"First, I enter this treasure, and my life and death are controlled by you, what's the point? Second, since where they are is the exit, why don't they come out?" This mirror table gave Rong Qing a very closed feeling. Not to mention coming out, even if she went in, she would study it carefully.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Yu. Although this treasure belongs to me, I can only open and arrange the place where people who enter it appear. However, if I want to release the people trapped inside, I can't do it. As for why they can't get out since they are at the exit... It is precisely because they are all mortals that I can safely put them at the exit." Sima Erba looked at Rong Qing: "Fellow Daoist Yu needs to make a choice quickly. They don't have much time."

"A mortal can survive for seven or eight days without food or water." Yun Tong couldn't help but say from above. "Fellow Daoist Yu, don't fall for his trick of stalling for time." As soon as he finished speaking, he was met with a mocking gaze from Sima Erba.

"Master Baishi Temple, you are wrong." Sima Erba laughed loudly, "How could I not consider this? So before I put them into this treasure, I let the monkey puppet absorb some of their vitality." He patted the spirit beast bag on his waist. A little monkey appeared next to it. The little monkey was wearing children's clothes and a tiger hat, but he had a standard human face with an eternal smile on his face. The monkey puppet can absorb the vitality of people. "How long they can last is hard to say."

Sima Erba was satisfied to see that Rong Qing's expression finally changed.

She frowned slightly. She could guess what the consequences would be if the monkey puppet sucked her life force. Even a cultivator as strong as him would inevitably become weak. If it were a mortal... he would be seriously ill, and his life span would be shortened!

"Open it." Rong Qing looked at Sima Twenty-Ba coldly, with deep anger in her cold eyes.

Yun Tong took a breath.

Sima Erba stopped talking nonsense. He flicked his sleeves and a rainbow appeared beside the mirror. Its aura was the same as that of the mirror, so it was definitely the entrance.

Rong Qing did not hesitate, and a flashing person stepped on the rainbow and disappeared. Before entering, he said to Sima Twenty-Eight: "You talk too much."

Upon hearing this, Sima Twenty-Eight's body stiffened and he began to grow angry.

The flying sword that fell to the ground vibrated slightly. It was summoned and turned into a stream of light, following its master.

At this point, the three cold eyes were all focused on Yun Tong and Ling Fu. Seeing Yun Tong and Ling Fu, they were not only trembling, but also extremely uncomfortable.

Yun Tong's eyes flickered and he was struggling in his heart.

Yes, Dugu Zhi was very important to him, as he was his only blood. However, Dugu Zhi was originally a mortal, unable to walk, and now his vitality had been sucked away, which greatly reduced his lifespan. In his heart, Yun Tong no longer thought it was worth saving him.

But Rong Qing actually went in like this. The balance on the field was broken. He also saw the strength that Sima Erba and Rong Qing had just shown, which was beyond his reach. Now he could either leave with the help of Baishi Temple or follow Rong Qing into the mirror table.

It's a long story, but in fact Yun Tong made the decision in an instant. At the same time, many magics broke out.

Even the entire Wuwang Mountain was shaking.

The golden vines in the imprisonment array were completely torn apart, and the indestructible array exploded. The black dragon that sprang out of it had another head growing next to its already ferocious dragon head. The two-headed black dragon roared and opened its huge mouth towards Yun Tong and the others.

The long thorns formed by red needles suddenly grew larger again, and a lot of death energy was condensed by it, turning into black arrow tails, whistling towards them.

The black spear arrived in an instant, but even faster than it was the mysterious magic that made people feel as if they were in the underworld.

Ling Fu was a Jindan, which was not considered weak among those of the same level. However, in the explosion of the ghost-faced monks, he didn't even make a sound. In an instant, he turned into flesh and blood and exploded beside Yun Tong.

Yun Tong had a blank expression on his face. The mysterious spell had once again worked on him. But he believed that the decision he made was absolutely correct. A majestic shadow appeared, completely covering him. Many powerful spells passed through him, but... they just passed through. The black spear passed through the shadow, and with a roar, it pierced through the vortex at the top of the sea. The two-headed black dragon bit its huge mouth, but it bit nothing. The shadow slowly dissipated...

The ghost-faced monks were so tacit that when they saw Yun Tong was alone, they all burst out. They wanted to kill him before he could use Baishi Temple to escape. They couldn't think of a way to crack Baishi Temple's ability to transfer and hide, so the only way was to kill Yun Tong, the master, before he escaped.

But he still escaped...

Sima Erba hadn't had time to feel disappointed, but he suddenly let out a sigh and looked at the slowly disappearing rainbow. He was disappointed just now, but now he was in ecstasy. Even though he should have maintained the demeanor of a Yuanying Zhenjun, he couldn't help but laugh triumphantly. "Hahahaha, I actually got in by myself. God must be helping me."

Yun Tong's figure slowly appeared. Until it was completely solidified, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Although he activated the Baishi Temple in advance, the burst of magic was too terrifying. Even the aftermath of the attack injured him. Sure enough, it was the right decision not to bring Ling Fu with him. Otherwise, both the master and the apprentice would not survive.

Even so, his aura could not help but reveal a sense of decadence. And all of this... was caused by Yu Rong!
Yun Tong looked at the female cultivator not far away, with a look of resentment in his eyes. If she hadn't run into the mirror for no apparent reason, he wouldn't have been besieged by the group of ghost-faced cultivators. In fact, it was she who killed Sima Erba's little disciple. If she hadn't wanted to get help from Baishi Temple and bewitched him, he could have stayed in Cangliuzhou and waited for the opportunity to open the sky. But now, he got nothing, and even lost his most beloved first disciple.

Who is that woman to Yu Rong? ! That's all. She's just another woman who indulges in love. No matter how powerful she is, she can't be more than that.

Yun Tong took a deep breath, suppressed the resentment in his eyes, and softened the expression on his face.

He slowly approached Rong Qing.

After Baishiguan is activated once, it cannot be used for a period of time. After he was injured, this time was undoubtedly extended. He had to venture into this mirror table. In case something unexpected happened, he could go with Yu Rong. "Yu Daoyou, you have to save your old friend. I also want to save my child. We should not stay here for a long time. Since you are proficient in prohibitions, I think you have a clue about this maze. Please lead the way. If there are any obstacles, even if I am injured, please leave it to me." Even though Rong Qing had her back to him and could not see, Yun Tong's face showed a just right expression of worry for his son.

Rong Qing turned around. She raised her eyebrows and clenched her hands, "You talk too much."

The cold sword intent that just appeared in Yuntong's eyes...

It has been chopped off!

(End of this chapter)