Chapter 517: Chapter 25 Shooting the Sword
Lin Yun was now engaged in a resuscitation effort.
While he was saving a life, he also had to communicate with others; he was not sure if the Demonic Transformation Scripture would work, but once a person died, they were mostly beyond revival. At the very least, he had to keep her breath sustained.
Xiao Qing was exerting her full strength to cast healing spells, yet the effects were still not apparent. Her issue wasn’t an injury, but rather, she had lost her own heart.
At this moment, Lin Yun could only rely on his imagination.
A person who lost their heart would definitely die because the heart plays a very important role in the human body; it’s the center for blood processing, supplying blood to various parts of the body and completing the circulation...
Lin Yun was not clear on the specific details, as he was an outsider in this field, but at this point, he had to do what he could.
He thrust his hand into Wang Wanqiu’s chest. All five of his fingers were cut open, each connecting to various vessels in Wang Wanqiu’s body. Utilizing Spiritual Power, he injected his own blood into her.
At the same time, using his own willpower, Lin Yun forcibly drove the Demonic Qi within his meridians to merge with his blood.
Strangely enough, the Demonic Qi, which had been stubbornly fixed in his meridians, started flocking out and pouring into his blood as a portion merged with it.
The Demonic Qi was remarkably compatible with the blood, but as more of it entered, Lin Yun’s blood turned into a thick black color.
All this blood was injected into Wang Wanqiu’s body, where Lin Yun, through his control, circulated the Demonic Transformation Scripture within her.
Originally, with Wang Wanqiu’s heart missing, her body’s meridians were naturally severed, like a circuit missing its most crucial part, rendering the entire electrical system ineffective.
But Lin Yun’s hands compensated for this defect. The blood circulated in Wang Wanqiu’s body; however, this was not the typical circulation of blood driven by the heart—Lin Yun was driving it purely by his own will, and his haphazard actions were inevitably incorrect.
But even with these mistakes, Lin Yun unwittingly began to transform Wang Wanqiu’s physical body.
The Demonic Qi that was injected into Wang Wanqiu’s body seemed to sense something amiss and attempted to return to Lin Yun’s body. However, at this moment, Lin Yun withdrew his hand, and a large clump of black blood gathered at Wang Wanqiu’s heart, with nowhere else to go.
It just so happened that at this time, Wang Wanqiu woke up.
It was Lin Yun’s brief revival of her body that allowed her to awaken from her torpor, and in that liminal space between life and death, she seemed to grasp something.
But with the heart destroyed, her Divine Sense instinctively latched onto the large clump of black blood at her heart.
For a moment, black energy surged, and the fusion truly commenced...
Demon is the fusion of Demonic Thoughts and Demonic Qi, and only a demon that has reached this stage can live without a heart.
Lin Yun did not know this; ordinary demon hearts must be present or they would also die. Yet, with his random actions, relying mostly on imagination, he had somehow achieved this fusion.
Watching the black blood erupt within Wang Wanqiu, corroding some of her clothes, Lin Yun also quietly stepped back half a step.
This...
Whether he had saved her or not, he was unsure, but he was feeling a bit anemic at the moment.
And all the Demonic Qi from his meridians had been infused into Wang Wanqiu’s body.
Thinking about it this way seemed somewhat improper, as if he had treated Wang Wanqiu like a trash bin.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu was wholeheartedly engaged in battle, with only one thought in mind: to kill the High Priest and avenge Wang Wanqiu.
Although Wang Wanqiu had died because she offered her own heart as a sacrifice, if it hadn’t been for the High Priest capturing her, sealing her mouth and compelling her to become a Witch, she would not have ended up in this predicament.
However, the High Priest was not weak either.
It would be more accurate to say that within the Demon Race, aside from Wu Xin, she was likely the most formidable.
During the last venture to Yuqing Mountain, leaving her behind was a reserve measure specially intended by Wu Xin.
According to calculations, her presence or absence should have made no difference.
As long as she could defeat Yuxuan, or simply seize the Heavenly Demon Instrument of her desire, relying on her was sufficient.
And if there was a need to utilize the High Priest, the import of this battle wouldn’t be that significant.
Rather, it was better for the High Priest to stay at home, which also served as a foundation for a potential resurgence.
As long as their foundation in the Southern Border remained intact, there would be a chance to make amends for mistakes.
Now, the battle between the High Priest and Lin Yu was at a stalemate.
Lin Yu had the advantage of the Divine Artifact, but the High Priest’s form was elusive, seemingly insubstantial yet substantial.
Lin Yu: Kill, kill, kill!
High Priest: Dodge, dodge, dodge!
Lin Yu: Kill, kill, kill!
High Priest: Dodge, dodge, dodge!
...
After countless rounds, Lin Yun was stunned.
Good grief, even the sequel to Journey to the West wouldn’t dare to have such replay action!
Lin Yu’s swordplay was simple, devoid of flashy techniques; it looked as though they were repeating the same motion over and over, leaving Lin Yun dumbfounded.
As a spectator, he noticed something amiss.
The switch between illusion and reality, he had seen it on Spider Woman as well.
If the sword moves aren’t feared, what about spells?
Lin Yun felt the High Priest might not be so simple, but naturally, he had his own methods.
Transforming Qiaobian into a bow, Lin Yun notched the Thunderclap Sword onto the string.
The ranks of those who shoot swords like arrows has increased by one more.
But this didn’t prevent Lin Yun from taking aim.
"Little Gold, it’s up to you now!"
Lin Yun drew the bow full circle. Qiaobian being a Divine Artifact, the bow created from it possessed formidable power; Lin Yun, armed with divine power, was the necessary condition to draw this bow. Even if he used an ordinary arrow, it would blast through even the best defensively-skilled cultivator.
And what’s more, Lin Yun was using the Thunderclap Sword as an arrow.
What is the definition of cocky? It’s having too many Divine Artifacts and using them in all sorts of fancy ways.
Not just that, the Thunderclap Sword was imbued with a spell prepared by Little Gold, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
The Golden Thunderbolt, being especially potent against the Demon Race, ensured this arrow would not leave you alive.
The High Priest was previously engaged in a tense yet unexciting scuffle with Lin Yu. After all, no matter how they fought, she remained unharmed.
She even began to look down upon Lin Yu.
Is this all you’ve got?
I turn intangible and you’re helpless against me, aren’t you!
Full of contempt, a sudden warning flared in her heart: Danger!
The High Priest’s gaze shifted and she saw a cold arrow—no, a cold sword flying towards her.
More precisely, the sword shouldn’t be cold, considering it sparked and cracked with electricity along its path, nearly blinding people.
Golden lightning and fire reflected off each other, and the High Priest froze in shock.
This was what treachery in the Mortal Realm looked like. There are two nemeses to demons: thunder and virtue.
And now she faced both.
The sword was coming in too fast; by the time she saw it, it was already before her eyes.
The High Priest knew becoming intangible was useless, and stood frozen in place, only to be pierced through by the sword and exploding on the spot, soon burnt to ashes by the lightning fire, leaving only a pile of ashes.
Lin Yu, too, was stunned, and said in disbelief, "Is she dead, just like that?"
All her efforts had been fruitless, yet Lin Yun landed a deadly blow in one strike?
She was merely expressing her shock, but Lin Yun misunderstood.
"Don’t worry, even if she tried some Golden Cicada’s Shedding trick, she won’t escape!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Actually, there was no need to be so cautious...
