LWGP - Chapter 271
Chapter 271: Gene Stream
Qin Fu was already in an attack state. He had been momentarily affected by the sudden turn of events, but now his killing intent was resolute. With a single thought, his attack arrived. In Wang Jiu's vision, space blurred, and this visual distortion affected her soul perception.
Hmm? A spatial confusion art?
It was a top-tier spatial art capable of affecting the soul. It could both imprison space and throw the soul into disarray. Once caught, one could only wait in confusion for the opponent's attack to break through their defenses and deliver a fatal blow.
Drawing on Yin Lao's memories, Wang Jiu recognized Qin Fu's signature move. She immediately sealed her five senses and formed hand seals, using the Ghost Dao art 《Dust Dispel》, an evolution of the Witchcraft 《Pure Origin Art》.
Hum. Three floating, horn-shaped seals of ghost light rotated around Wang Jiu's body, releasing a transformative energy that cleansed her, expelling all negative states and eliminating the confusion.
Amidst the feather-like spatial piercings, Wang Jiu leaped out. The descending Qin Fu stepped on the spatial feathers left in the wake of his attack and flashed forward, four spatial feather wings behind him instantly boosting his speed.
The terror of the Primordial Spirit Race lay in their Dao and their application of energy, which allowed their techniques to manifest effortlessly with spells and thoughts.
This was also a matter of speed.
Qin Fu's attack speed was too fast. So fast that Mo Ran and Xing Yao had only just approached the three hundred Primordial Spirit experts, who were still struggling to break free from the Spirit Body control, when his second attack was already closing in on Wang Jiu again.
He raised his hand, and space surged within it. A large area of space was torn apart, and the gathered spatial elements instantly condensed into a terrifying, three-zhang-long spatial spear.
Leaping back and floating in the air, Wang Jiu kept her five senses sealed. In a state of absolute silence, she watched the spear shoot toward her...
One look was all it took to form a seal.
Ghost Dao Barrier Art—Silent Ridge.
When the tip of the spear was a mere fist's distance from Wang Jiu's body, a silver-white barrier power began to crawl across her pupils, originating from between her brows with a single glance.
Sealing the world with a look.
Barriers. In the early days of the game, when her basic skill mastery was at level seven, Wang Jiu's use of them was utterly dominant. At the time, very few in the third spacetime possessed barriers. But for the first, second, and fourth spacetimes, barriers weren't such an incredible ability, especially not for the Primordial Spirit Race.
The Primordial Spirit Race had members who specialized in barrier arts. Barriers came in two types: small ones for personal protection, and large ones for vast environments and entire worlds.
Wang Jiu's barrier had originally been a small one, but after she took command of the Ghost Race in the Ghost World, it had changed. It became a large barrier. While not yet at the level of sealing an entire world, completely sealing this space was not difficult.
Especially since her Ghost Dao was complete, and she was on the verge of undergoing her tribulation.
Once the world was sealed, the space fell under her complete control. Qin Fu heard a shattering sound behind him.
As his spatial feather wings shattered like glass, Qin Fu's heart pounded with fear. He tried to gather spatial power again, but felt its powerlessness the moment he began the art. Gritting his teeth, he made a split-second decision to turn and flee.
This was Wang Jiu's world. If he stayed, he would surely die!
But he was a step too slow—if he hadn't wasted time forming a seal out of unwillingness to concede, perhaps he could have...
Actually, he still wouldn't have been able to escape!
Bang!! Qin Fu struck the barrier with all his might, only to see ripples spread across its surface before it solidified again, as clear as a glass dome.
There was no path forward, and behind him... a chill crawled up his spine.
He was locked on.
Decisively, Qin Fu instantly drew his long blade and slashed at Wang Jiu.
It was as fast as the wind, as powerful as thunder.
As Wang Jiu drew her own blade, Qin Fu gave a cold, desperate smile and suddenly ignited his soul...
Damn it. This bastard knew he was no match for Wang Jiu and intended to take her down with him!
"Die with me!!"
Qin Fu's shriek was mournful and desperate. As his soul burned violently... suddenly, with a soft hiss, the burning soul was extinguished.
His scream still echoed, but Qin Fu could only watch as a pink gas crazily rushed into his body.
From behind and to the side, Long Aotian wore a sleazy smile. "Brother Qin, we've known each other for a while. I really can't bear to watch you commit suicide, so..."
So, the poison gas skill, Pink Memories, could dispel any negative status—including a state like soul self-detonation.
He was applying what he'd learned.
Qin Fu was so angry he nearly vomited blood. "Pig Aotian, you!!" Qin Fu's curse was cut short as Wang Jiu's blade plunged into his body.
Qin Fu heard a sigh from the undead in hell. The light in his eyes was swiftly stolen by this sigh, and then there was only peace.
Plop. As Qin Fu's body fell, the last thing he saw was the Poison King and the others not far away.
While under control, this group of people—any one of whom was powerful enough to fight Mo Ran and Xing Yao for three hundred rounds—were now like fish on a chopping block.
Mo Ran and Xing Yao were on a killing spree. Loot notifications from their kills flooded their mailboxes, the dense alerts providing a certain thrill of slaughter.
The Primordial Spirit Race were not creatures governed by the game; they didn't have inventories, but they possessed mustard seed spaces. Upon death, their Primordial Spirit traits vanished, forcibly plundered by the power of the game's rules...
Seeing this, Qin Fu must have been in utter despair.
Bang! His body hit the ground. Long Aotian, however, suddenly flew down toward Mo Ran and the others, releasing Pink Memories to deepen their weakness.
He had just noticed that the Poison King and a few other Primordial Spirit elites were showing signs of successfully struggling free.
They were elites, after all. Impressive.
So, he decided to add a little something extra for them.
"Pig Aotian!!" The Poison King, who had almost succeeded in a surprise attack on Mo Ran and Xing Yao, hated him to the bone and roared with resentment. Startled, Long Aotian casually added some more poison gas in his direction.
The Poison King nearly collapsed.
If not for the Spirit Body's counter-control, he wouldn't have feared Long Aotian's poison gas in the slightest at his full strength.
"Thank you." Xing Yao and Mo Ran had also seen the danger and thanked Long Aotian.
This was despite the fact that they had almost "lost their virtue" to this guy's poison gas not long ago.
"You're welcome. You're my master's people, so of course I'll help you."
What did he mean, 'her people'?
But Xing Yao and Mo Ran didn't argue with Long Aotian, simply increasing their killing efficiency.
However...
"Careful!!"
Xing Yao raised his world-breaking scepter and swept it, tearing apart the soul flames that shot forward.
In their despair and extreme unwillingness, the Poison King and the others, just like Qin Fu, had collectively ignited their souls. With their soul power greatly increased, they directly severed the connection with their Spirit Bodies, enduring the fusion backlash to forcibly break free.
About 157 souls broke out. Though filled with resentment, they were desperate to escape. They didn't even attack Mo Ran and the others, instead rushing directly toward the barrier.
The barrier could block physical bodies, but not souls.
Flee, flee, flee!
Where there's life, there's hope.
The Poison King's soul flew away, filled with hope...
Mo Ran and the other two thought they couldn't be stopped, but then Wang Jiu, looking down from above, initiated her tribulation.
Her body, her soul, and her Ghost Dao simultaneously touched that boundary.
If you touch it, it will descend to touch you back.
Whether you pass the tribulation or perish is entirely up to you.
Above ground, dark clouds rolled across the sky. The Eternal Night Race's Mecha Warriors, who had been on a killing spree, sensed this power and began to retreat. But when two bolts of tribulation lightning struck down, all Eternal Night Race members within a hundred-li radius were instantly annihilated.
The two tribulation bolts, like a fish and a dragon coiling around each other, spiraled down with a deafening crackle, penetrating the underground space.
A depth of tens of thousands of meters was crossed in less than the blink of an eye.
But before that, in the few breaths before the tribulation lightning descended, relying on her peak state, Wang Jiu's soul sent out thousands of azure soul threads. They shot through the air, entangling the souls of the Poison King and others who had escaped their bodies, and also piercing into the souls of the other Primordial Spirit Race members who had been killed and were trapped in their Spirit Bodies.
"What are you trying to do!!" the Poison King cried out in alarm.
Mo Ran and Xing Yao, however, seemed to have an inkling.
This woman had always been vicious. Deliberately providing 300 Spirit Bodies wasn't just to empty the Primordial Spirit Race's coffers; she coveted something more.
For example... the souls of the Primordial Spirit Race.
Just as they had this thought, Wang Jiu spread her hands. The azure threads wrapped around the Poison King and the others began to suck their souls, just as they once sucked blood.
From the Witch's bloodthirst to the Ghost Dao's soul-thirst, Wang Jiu had always been passionate about her line of work.
Professional standards, quality guaranteed.
This time, the Poison King and the others were truly in despair. They wailed, but were powerless to stop their souls from being devoured by Wang Jiu.
At the same time, the tribulation lightning descended.
Two bolts: one for her soul and body, one for her Ghost Dao.
This was her final exam. The score she received was entirely up to her...
After the tribulation lightning struck Wang Jiu, the destructive power forced Mo Ran and the other two to retreat. In the infinite halo of light, even the air carried the scorching, restless scent of lightning. Mo Ran glanced over inadvertently and suddenly felt something was wrong.
That corpse...
It moved!
Qin Fu's corpse moved. From the inside out, it released mechanical metal, reforging itself into a mecha. It disappeared, then reappeared in a flash, raising a hand. A soul-piercing hole, one Wang Jiu knew all too well, appeared in its palm.
Its mecha form and the look in its eyes allowed Wang Jiu to instantly recognize its identity.
The Eternal Night Overlord!
Wasn't his chip still in her hand? How had he revived again?!
No, he had another chip!
Wang Jiu finally understood the terror of the Eternal Night Race. For living beings, the destruction of the soul was true and final. But for the Eternal Night Race, as long as a backup chip existed, they could be rebuilt. They were effectively immortal!
In other words, as long as that Eternal Night Empress remained undefeated, every single individual of the Eternal Night Race could live forever.
Wang Jiu hadn't known that his other chip was hidden in his severed hand. Now reborn, the soul attack released from the hole in his palm arrived in an instant.
Wang Jiu frowned, having to divert her attention to resist the tribulation lightning. But she felt something was strange—this kind of soul attack could have killed her former self, but against her current power, it couldn't seriously injure her, nor would it affect her tribulation. This guy had to have other tricks up his sleeve.
On guard, Wang Jiu chose to divert even more soul power to intercept the attack in advance, preventing it from getting close.
Bang! The intercepted soul attack bloomed like a firework. Amidst the brilliant light, rays scattered...
If Wang Jiu could have focused, she would have definitely noticed the trick. After all, she was a detail-oriented person. But right now, she couldn't focus; most of her mind was concentrated on resisting the tribulation lightning.
Thus, it was destined that a single thread would land on her body and instantly rush in.
What is this?
Shocked, Wang Jiu tried to expel it, but the thing was like cream puff filling. It melted on contact, directly integrating into... her genes!!
Was that a gene stream?
Wang Jiu suddenly thought of the races in the fourth spacetime that had been conquered by the mechanical race's gene stream, and she thought of the fourth spacetime's defeat.
The Eternal Night Race! What a move!!
After the gene stream entered Wang Jiu's genetic makeup, it spread like a plague, madly multiplying and interfering with her original genes.
With the sudden change in her genes, Wang Jiu's soul and body were both severely damaged. The azure threads she was using to control and devour the souls of the Poison King and others became distorted.
Disorder!
Wang Jiu's entire being fell into a state of disorder.
The tribulation lightning changed too!
"That must have been a gene attack. Her genes have been disrupted. The Dao tribulation lightning is one thing, but the soul and body tribulation lightning targets one's genes. With her genes altered, the tribulation lightning will also..."
The most feared thing during a tribulation is a sudden change. A change in oneself is bad enough, but if the tribulation lightning also changes, then it's all over.
Mo Ran and Xing Yao never expected this to happen, but they flew out in unison.
Boom!! The two of them tried to block the Eternal Night Overlord as he approached Wang Jiu.
They definitely couldn't beat him on their own, but luckily, Long Aotian was taking potshots from behind—er, releasing poison gas!
After the Eternal Night Overlord revived, the gene stream was his ultimate weapon, but his body was still fundamentally a Spirit Body combined with a mechanical one. He still wasn't immune to this terrifying and sleazy poison gas.
After all, he had fallen for it before.
But he fared better than last time. He didn't fall into a poisoned state, just became slightly weakened. It was this weakness that allowed his attack to be blocked by Mo Ran and Xing Yao's combined strength.
But they soon discovered that the Eternal Night Overlord's body was undergoing mechanical restructuring—it was expelling the poison gas.
And... Boom!! The Eternal Night Overlord fired a beam of light. Caught off guard, Long Aotian was blasted directly into the mountain wall, severely injured and vomiting blood.
Mo Ran and Xing Yao were helpless.
They couldn't hold on. The power gap was too vast.
Looking at Wang Jiu, half of her body had been destroyed by the tribulation lightning. Even her bones had melted, and her soul was severely damaged. Unless she could wake up immediately and continue to absorb the souls of the Poison King and the others to compensate for the damage, she would die under the tribulation lightning!
But now, having lost control, the azure threads could barely hold onto the Poison King and his group, who were looking to seize the opportunity to escape.
The situation had completely turned against them.
This time, Wang Jiu should have been able to pass the tribulation with ease. But she was greedy. Uniting her soul, body, and Dao wasn't enough; she also wanted to improve her soul's aptitude, so she had targeted Qin Fu and the 300 Primordial Spirit Race elites.
After all, no matter how strong the Primordial Spirit Race had been, they were still defeated. If she was only on par with them, she would still be no match for the Eternal Night Race in the future. She had to raise her foundation even higher—if that meant eating the Primordial Spirit Race, so be it.
In any case, Wang Jiu had no empathy. She didn't care how difficult it was for them to hide underground, nor did she care that the Primordial Spirit Race were essentially their ancestors. She didn't care.
Eat first, talk later!
But... the Eternal Night Overlord had also seen through her greed. He had lurked within Qin Fu's body, waiting for the perfect moment when she was devouring the souls of the Poison King and the others to make his move.
Now, everything was going according to his plan. It looked like Wang Jiu was about to die under the tribulation lightning... Mo Ran and Xing Yao were also being beaten by the Eternal Night Overlord until they vomited blood.
Just then.
"Amitabha."
A somewhat pretentious voice came out of nowhere. Who was it?
Mo Ran and Xing Yao were surprised to see an uneven rock on the stone wall melt and reform into a bald monk.
It was a skill from the Buddhist Dao profession: Buddha Body Transformation.
It perfectly integrated one's body and soul into a Buddha statue, which was then molded to blend into the environment. It was like how a worshipper never knows if there is a real Buddha spirit inside the statue they are praying to.
But even if Huai En's move was powerful, it could only deceive Mo Ran and the others. It wasn't enough against an existence like the Eternal Night Overlord. But hadn't Wang Jiu created the Silent Ridge barrier earlier?
She had created it not just to seal Qin Fu, but also to provide cover for this little bald monk.
How smart were Mo Ran and Xing Yao? They saw the key point at a glance. But they also knew that Wang Jiu definitely hadn't anticipated the Eternal Night Overlord lurking in Qin Fu's body.
She had been genuinely surprised at that moment. The reason she had coordinated so well with Huai En was purely due to her personality.
Cautious, vigilant, always prepared with a Plan B.
Whether the Eternal Night Overlord appeared or some other crisis occurred, Huai En, who had been sent by the Old Lady to help her, had arrived long ago. But the two had agreed that he should remain hidden, because Qin Fu and the three hundred others were truly powerful, and she was afraid she couldn't handle them.
Now, the accident was an accident, but Huai En still had to show himself.
As soon as he appeared, he ignored the Eternal Night Overlord and directly took out a wooden fish, tapping it while chanting in Sanskrit.
While chanting, he also added his own personal touch.
"Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, wake up, wake up! The Old Lady is waiting for you to come home for dinner!"
The Heart-Clearing Mantra!
Oh, it was like a bottle of iced Sprite on a hot day. It cooled you to the core, so refreshing!
The mantra was powerful, but its effectiveness was also due to Wang Jiu's incredibly strong soul and will. She had been struggling all along, just needing someone to give her a hand.
Wang Jiu's eyes snapped open. She was awake!
The moment she awoke, Wang Jiu immediately used the azure threads to regain control of the Poison King and the others. The Eternal Night Overlord was right in front of them, and even with Huai En present, Mo Ran and the others couldn't stop him.
Wang Jiu was ruthless. The azure threads intertwined, forming a terrifying, azure-threaded ghost face. It opened its mouth and swallowed all three hundred Primordial Spirit Race souls in one gulp!
"Is Master insane? That will make her soul body explode!" Long Aotian, who had just crawled out of the hole in the mountain wall while vomiting blood, was aghast. Mo Ran and the others also looked over. The Eternal Night Overlord's eyes flashed as he shook off Mo Ran and the others and flew toward Wang Jiu with his blade.
Wang Jiu's body was indeed on the verge of exploding. But as soon as that immense soul power entered her, she pushed her soul body to its absolute limit, splitting it again and again!
While splitting, she controlled the azure threads to pierce into the many Spirit Bodies on the ground, extracting their flesh and blood.
Reforming!
Seven identical Wang Jius appeared, arranging themselves in the formation of the Big Dipper to activate an ancient-grade tribulation protection scroll worth ten billion goblin points.
This wasn't something she had prepared beforehand. She had just gritted her teeth, emptied all her remaining resources to exchange for points, and bought the scroll on the spot.
Having decided on this temporary self-rescue plan in a matter of seconds, Wang Jiu knew she had no way out.
Hum. A seven-star formation, for self-protection!
The Eternal Night Overlord's arriving attack was blocked outside. The Wang Jiu in the very center formed hand seals.
Tribulation, soul and body as one, unite!
Hum!! The body tribulation lightning poured completely into her soul and body. Amidst the twisting, tearing, and constant fusion and reshaping, Wang Jiu continued to form hand seals.
Dao, Ghost Soul Domain, undying!
This revealed Wang Jiu's plan for her future path of power after the tribulation. She wanted the unity of soul and body, the natural flow of the Dao, and the eternal immortality of the Ghost Dao.
The Eternal Night Overlord looked up, seeing through tens of thousands of meters of earth to the tribulation lightning vortex in the sky above. The two vortexes were merging.
The dual tribulation lightnings merged and descended!
It ignited the space on the surface, its brilliance blinding.
It also ignited the space underground, leaving no place for darkness to hide.
"Careful!!" came a shout from either Huai En or Xing Yao.
Boom!! The moment it descended upon Wang Jiu, the Eternal Night Overlord frowned and decisively activated his own chip, sending a message to the extreme reaches of the universe.
It was a call for help, and also a wait for new instructions.
Fortunately, the instructions came quickly.
The Eternal Night Overlord sensed that a program in his core chip had been changed, replaced by a line of black-gold program text.
It wasn't his Eternal Night mechanical program text, but the Queen's.
With just that short line of code, his body changed, his chip changed, and his entire form ignited, emitting an extreme halo of light.
Huai En was horrified. He immediately summoned a Buddhist light shield to protect the retreating Mo Ran and the other two. The four of them jointly created a defensive barrier.
Whoosh... Infinite halos of light swirled.
The light roared upward, faintly resembling a woman's face. From the moment it appeared, everyone was suppressed by the terrifying pressure. At the same time, the game's rule-based power also appeared.
It had detected the aura of the Eternal Night Empress and naturally came to attack. But even after being weakened by more than half, the light still covered Wang Jiu in an instant, and then... swallowed her!!
It was both the tribulation lightning and the brilliance of the Queen's descent.
Neither Wang Jiu nor Huai En's group of four could withstand it.
Certain death!
System: "A dimensionality reduction strike. Is this a total wipeout?"
Just as the System was about to issue them a death notice, amidst the infinite brilliance, ten thousand ghosts howled.
Rumble!
A huge, solemn Red Copper Ghost Gate swung open.
At the end of the brilliance, after an unknown amount of time, darkness crept back into every corner of the space. Amidst the remaining destructive charcoal, specks of starlight glowed. There was no trace of anyone.
Neither Huai En's group of four nor Wang Jiu were anywhere to be seen. Only a scorched black mecha helmet mask lay quietly on the ground.
The Eternal Night Overlord was now dead. His chip had been burned to ashes, and his body could not be preserved.
But, far away in the extreme reaches of the universe, the Eternal Night Empress frowned. Her voice was light and hoarse, with the texture of grinding metal.
"To forcibly open the Ghost World to escape..."
Pondering, her fingers moved slightly, recreating a chip.
Not long after, the Eternal Night Overlord knelt on the ground.
As soon as the Eternal Night Overlord was revived, his supreme god asked him a question.
"Is her name Wang Jiu?"
He knew. His queen had remembered that once weak and humble human.
After the Ghost World opened, Huai En's group of four were pulled inside by Wang Jiu. As soon as they entered, they were met with the ferocious appearance of countless evil ghosts...
Long Aotian: "Oh my god!"
Huai En: "Amitabha. My Buddha is merciful."
Mo Ran and Xing Yao were relatively calm, just feeling that the boundless ghost qi was quite damaging to their souls. This was the Ghost World where Wang Jiu had once stayed?
How could she have stayed in such a place for so long?
Wang Jiu had no intention of staying here long. It wasn't for the safety of the four, but because if they didn't get out soon, they wouldn't be able to get out at all.
"Opening a world just now consumed most of my energy. There's no energy in the Ghost World, so it's hard to meet the conditions to open a world again. If we don't get out while it's newly opened and not yet completely sealed, we'll be trapped here forever. Concentrate all your energy on me."
While explaining, Wang Jiu led everyone to a weak point on the other side of the Ghost World to open a new passage.
Without wasting time, the four of them directly transferred all their remaining energy to Wang Jiu, helping her to forcibly open...
A crack!
Swish!
The group passed through the world, but crashed into a distorted spatial turbulence.
"This is the spatial sealing turbulence under the... cave... careful!"
Before the four of them, plus Wang Jiu, could react, they plunged headfirst into the turbulence.
Far away in the Gobi, the Old Lady was comforting Wang Shu and the others, saying that as long as her avatar wasn't black, she wasn't dead.
Wang Shu, ever the contrarian, said with red, worried eyes, "What if Master is a soul body? When she was a soul body, her avatar went out, which means her game information was erased. We wouldn't know if she died."
The Old Lady said, "Huai En, Mo Ran, and the others aren't dead."
Wang Shu replied, "What if they're not dead, but Master is? Master has always been unlucky and a magnet for hatred."
The Old Lady: "..."
In the end, it was Qiao Xuejing who slapped Wang Shu on the head and said lightly, "I'm recording this. When the captain gets back, I'll send it to her so she can hear how you're cursing her to die online."
Wang Shu shut up in a second.
The Old Lady secretly rolled her eyes. She saw Shen Wan not far away, recording her own genetic change data while consuming spirit power...
"No need to predict. You can't predict it. Be calm. Be steady like me."
The Old Lady said calmly. Shen Wan was a bit embarrassed, but she asked the Old Lady softly.
"Professor Lin, are you sure you haven't been secretly checking her avatar at a high frequency?"
The Old Lady: "..."
It wasn't a high frequency. Just a few dozen times in three minutes.
It was also strange. Why couldn't she contact Huai En?
Did something really happen?
The Old Lady couldn't help but tighten her grip on the potion test tube, her mind unsettled.
"Cough, cough." Long Aotian coughed a few times and noticed his butt felt a bit heavy. It turned out a bald head was lying on him.
"Wake up, wake up, you damn bald donkey, get off me!"
"Where is this?"
Long Aotian looked around. After a while, he finally recognized the place and was shocked.
"How did we end up here?!! We're doomed!"
He also realized that Wang Jiu and the other two were gone.
Sand and dust flew in a desolate landscape. But looking ahead, one could see a huge desert palace. Weathered by years of wind and dust, it showed no signs of decay, but possessed an ancient, quiet feel, like a primordial beast in hibernation.
And on the sand of the square in front of this palace, three people were lying.
The first to wake up was Mo Ran.
The reason she awoke first was not because she was stronger than the other two, but because in the turbulence, Xing Yao had protected her from an impact and was severely injured, while Wang Jiu's own energy consumption had been too great.
After waking up, Mo Ran observed her surroundings and tried to mobilize her spirit power, but her expression froze.
Spirit power sealed, soul power sealed, all abilities were sealed. Even the body's natural recovery ability was completely prohibited.
Pain, fatigue, and weakness were everywhere.
Mo Ran then discovered some wounds on her body, but not as many as on Wang Jiu and Xing Yao. The ground beneath the two of them was covered in blood.
Some had coagulated, some was still flowing.
It seemed... here, they had all become ordinary people.
Her inventory couldn't be opened either, and the game connection was lost.
Ordinary people could die easily.
Mo Ran struggled, tore off two sleeves, and casually bandaged the wound on her left leg to avoid passing out from blood loss. Then she walked with difficulty over to Wang Jiu and Xing Yao and checked their condition.
Wang Jiu was better off. After all, she had succeeded in her tribulation, and her own aptitude far exceeded theirs. If not for forcibly breaking through the world boundary, she probably wouldn't even be unconscious now. Xing Yao was in more trouble.
Mo Ran bandaged him carefully. There were so many wounds that she ran out of cloth strips, but luckily, she finished.
When it was Wang Jiu's turn, Mo Ran didn't hesitate and directly tore at Wang Jiu's clothes.
Suddenly, a hand pressed down on hers.
Their eyes met. Just as Mo Ran was about to say something, she saw Wang Jiu's open eyes. Wang Jiu said calmly, "Your clothes are already torn anyway. Can't you just tear off some more? You have to tear mine."
Listen to that. Was that something a human would say?
So self-righteous.
Mo Ran remained expressionless, pushed her hand away, and with a ripping sound, tore off a large piece.
"You have to be responsible for yourself."
Wang Jiu saw her lowering her head to bandage herself, then glanced at the well-cared-for Xing Yao not far away. She frowned, slightly dissatisfied. "Then my father-in-law can use yours? Why do I have to use my own?"
Mo Ran said, "He's not as bad as you."
"Heh!"
Wang Jiu was amused, but the laugh pulled at the wounds on her body. The pain was bearable, but both her and Mo Ran's expressions became grave.
Mo Ran pointed to the wound on Wang Jiu's abdomen and said heavily, "This is the wound from the Eternal Night Empress's attack. It seems to be expanding, spreading. Although the speed isn't fast, it will be very troublesome if this continues."
Wang Jiu observed for a moment, her brow slightly furrowed. "This place restricts our power, but it can't restrict the power of the Eternal Night Race, especially the Eternal Night Empress's."
"Can it be fixed?"
"Yes. Cut out the flesh from the wound. You help me."
"..."
Mo Ran glanced at her but didn't hesitate. She pulled out the small knife from her waist and placed it on the wound.
"Endure it. If it hurts, just cry out."
Mo Ran was rarely gentle. Wang Jiu was a bit surprised, but she knew it was probably because they had cooperated several times. This person had always been fierce and cold, but was unwilling to owe favors for nothing, nor would she betray a companion. Otherwise, she wouldn't have tried her best to save her and Xing Yao.
"Oh," Wang Jiu replied briefly. Then, on the first cut from Mo Ran's knife, Wang Jiu endured it, but then she really couldn't hold back and made a slight sound.
Panting, gasping, low moans.
Mo Ran's hand trembled slightly, but she continued the operation, just saying coldly, "Still deliberately making such sounds to tease me at a time like this. I'm not your future father-in-law."
What did that mean?
It was just short of calling her a promiscuous adulteress.
Wang Jiu said faintly, "This isn't an ordinary injury. If you were me, you would be like this too."
It really wasn't on purpose. She was so wronged.
Mo Ran was composed and indifferent. She fluently cut out the last piece of flesh and quickly bandaged the wound, adding coolly, "I wouldn't."
"Heh!"
What kind of person was Wang Jiu? She could allow others to be stronger than her, but she couldn't allow others to ignore her charm, be cold to her, and look down on her.
"Is that so?" Wang Jiu leaned against a palace pillar, raised her hand, and poked Mo Ran's shoulder and collarbone with her finger.
"Miss, you also have a scratch here. It's also expanding. Doesn't it hurt?"
Mo Ran: "..."
It didn't hurt before, but it hurt now that you poked it.
Mo Ran had been so certain before, first because she thought she didn't have such a wound, so it was hypothetical, and second because she felt that even if she had such a wound, it was just cutting flesh, not unbearable.
So, even when their roles were reversed, with her leaning against the pillar and Wang Jiu holding the knife against her collarbone, she was very calm, remaining indifferent.
Wang Jiu said in the exact same tone, "Endure it. If it hurts, just cry out."
This person!
Mo Ran ignored her, closed her eyes, and let her operate.
Wang Jiu indeed operated. With one cut, she sliced the skin and cut into the flesh...
The metallic genetic material adhering to and spreading across the wound was alive, madly pulling at the flesh and muscle tissue.
The numb, itchy, stabbing pain was perhaps a million times more intense than drug withdrawal. Even someone with a will as firm as Wang Jiu couldn't resist it.
And Mo Ran gasped, unable to suppress a moan from her throat.
But it didn't come out, because Wang Jiu covered her mouth.
Wang Jiu said, "Still deliberately making such sounds to seduce me at a time like this. It's not like I haven't been with a woman before."
Mo Ran: "..."
This kind of person should have died in the fourth spacetime's time tunnel!
The System felt that Her Majesty the Female Emperor was probably going to be angered to death by Wang Jiu. Look at that fierce glare; it was about to ignite.
In the four spacetimes, Mo Ran, the Female Emperor who was the pinnacle of beauty, had always had the reputation of "the world's coldest and most silent eternal flame."
But no matter how cold and silent, a flame is still a flame. The fiery side within could also be ignited.
Just like now.
Just as Wang Jiu was about to be stared to death by Mo Ran's gaze, "cough, cough, cough," Xing Yao woke up, silently watching them with a melancholic expression.
"Am I... interrupting?"
Wang Jiu finished bandaging Mo Ran, then turned back to check Xing Yao's body. At a glance, she found a gene scratch on his neck.
"It's one thing for me to get hit, but how did you two not avoid it?"
Wang Jiu mocked the two of them. Xing Yao, who slightly tilted his head to let her cut the flesh, said slowly, "Probably because we were worried about you, Your Excellency. We didn't think too much."
Wang Jiu's fingers pressed on his blood vessel, her actions fast and precise. "Father-in-law, you're so good with words. How come you haven't found me a mother-in-law after all these years?"
Xing Yao said, "Probably because no one is as stimulating as you."
Wang Jiu looked up. The two were very close.
The once cold and majestic emperor was now weak, his skin as fair as Wang Jiu's and Mo Ran's, his lips red and thin, his eyes like dustless stars.
His neck was under Wang Jiu's control, their breaths inches apart.
Their eyes met. With a slight dip of her head, Wang Jiu could touch the emperor's cool, slightly red lips.
This wasn't an offense. She could feel that this indifferent emperor had finally wavered in his firm father-son affection and was extending his eager, sleazy demonic claws toward her.
Couldn't hold back?
She lowered her head slightly. One would think she was going to kiss him, but she just laughed softly in Xing Yao's ear, her hand moving fast and ruthlessly. Flesh and blood flew out, but...
Xing Yao's neck twitched, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Sorry, you disturbed my heart. My hand trembled."
Xing Yao: "..."
Wang Jiu felt no guilt at all, calmly sliding the knife down. "Let me see where else... Oh right, father-in-law, should I check here? If you got hit, the sooner we cut, the sooner you'll heal."
Xing Yao saw her knife blade pressing against his private parts and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"If Mo Ran wants it, then I want it."
Mo Ran, who had been watching the "flirting" between the scoundrelly pair with a cold eye, was suddenly brought into it. She pursed her lips, turned her face away, and closed her eyes to rest, ignoring them.
The three of them rested for a while, their spirits and bodies feeling better. Only then did they observe the palace behind them.
"This should be the ruins of the Primordial Spirit Race." Xing Yao touched his slightly stinging neck, looked at the towering palace before him, and made a judgment.
But the one who could confirm the result was Wang Jiu.
Yin Lao's memories contained it.
Wang Jiu said softly, "So this is the Primordial Spirit Race's pilgrimage site—the Primordial Court."
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