Chapter 171: My Last Trump Card Is You

Failed breakthrough, damaged spiritual veins; the consumption on the body was undoubtedly immense.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Meng Yingxing coughed violently, causing his entire body to tremble.

Seeing his precarious appearance, Xiu Qingcheng hurried to reach out and support him.

“Disciple? How do you feel? You’d better hurry up and leave this Spirit Building Platform and let that Elder Mu Xin of yours take a look at you.”

Although she had applied medicine to Meng Yingxing, these medicines were ultimately effective only for external injuries.

Her hands had only ever held a sword; never had they saved people.

Deep down, Xiu Qingcheng naturally knew she could only simply examine Meng Yingxing’s external injuries and the flow of his spiritual power.

If Meng Yingxing had suffered any serious internal injuries, she felt it was best to go find that Elder Mu Xin, who was proficient in healing, for a look.

“Master, are you worried about me?”

Meng Yingxing looked at Xiu Qingcheng, seemingly somewhat happy.

Xiu Qingcheng really didn’t know where this disciple of hers got such a big heart in this situation, still having the leisure to smile and ask her such boring questions.

“No…”

She was about to refuse subconsciously, but seeing Meng Yingxing’s scarred appearance, she changed her tune.

“Yes, what, is that not allowed?”

“I only have you as a disciple; if I don’t care about you, who should I care about? Should I go care about that demon cultivator?”

Xiu Qingcheng’s watery gray eyes glared, wishing she could poke at Meng Yingxing’s wounds twice.

“Mm, Master cares about me.”

In Xiu Qingcheng’s view, Meng Yingxing grinned like a madman, then grimaced in pain because it pulled at the wounds on his face.

Her disciple must have gone mad to be so strange, acting as if Xiu Qingcheng hadn’t cared about him before.

Weird; let him die of pain.

After being in pain and smiling for a while, Meng Yingxing finally said to Xiu Qingcheng:

“Master, my body… seems still a bit strange.”

“Strange how?”

Just as Xiu Qingcheng’s question fell, Meng Yingxing extended his hand, and a cloud of purple mist drilled out from his palm.

The purple mist flowed between Meng Yingxing’s fingers, dreamlike and illusory.

A look of shock appeared on Xiu Qingcheng’s face; she waved her hand and deployed another sword intent barrier to completely mask the aura of the two.

Clearly, she had just forced all of Meng Yingxing’s demon power back; where did this demon power come from now? Was there actually a fish that slipped through the net hiding in Meng Yingxing’s body?

Xiu Qingcheng hurriedly waved her sleeve to scatter the clump of demon power in Meng Yingxing’s hand, frowning as she asked: “Is there anywhere uncomfortable in your body? Does it hurt anywhere?”

Her expression was grave; this demon power was like peeling and mottled paint on Meng Yingxing’s body. She was terrified that this demon power would cause Meng Yingxing’s body to fall apart again.

“So… this is demon power?”

The demon energy gathered again, constantly transforming into various shapes.

“Hey! Stop playing! You are playing with fire!”

Xiu Qingcheng glared, hurriedly waving her arms to disperse this clump of demon power.

However, Meng Yingxing slightly embraced Xiu Qingcheng, separating her from the clump of demon power.

“Master, I’m fine. This demon power… I can control it very easily.”

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng also saw Meng Yingxing playing with the demon power, transforming it into the shape of a small dumpling.

This little bit of demon power… perhaps the current Meng Yingxing could adapt to it?

Xiu Qingcheng thought for a moment and decided to teach him to integrate this clump of demon power completely into his spiritual veins.

Someday in the future, perhaps Meng Yingxing would become a complete demon.

Transforming demon power was a path he had to take.

Hearing Xiu Qingcheng sigh, Meng Yingxing turned to look at her.

Xiu Qingcheng said:

“The Tianfeng Sect now wishes they could kill all demons under heaven; having demon power on you is very dangerous.”

“But this little bit of demon power can also become your trump card.”

“Listen to my command and absorb this demon power into your spiritual veins.”

“If your body feels unwell, tell me immediately, do you hear me? This is no joke!”

After speaking, Xiu Qingcheng’s small face was written full of seriousness.

Meng Yingxing nodded without any carelessness.

Under Xiu Qingcheng’s guidance, even though his body was unwell, Meng Yingxing successfully accommodated this small stream of demon power completely into his spiritual veins.

This demon power merged into the rushing spiritual power, undetectable.

“Try it.”

Following Xiu Qingcheng’s faint command, Meng Yingxing drove the demon power to manifest from his body—

A thin purple mist began to emerge on his left hand and forearm, gradually solidifying to form a flamboyant and sharp demon claw.

“Will this little bit of demon power turn into such a demon claw in Meng Yingxing’s body?”

Obviously, at first, Xiu Qingcheng rejected Meng Yingxing using demon power, but when this bit of demon form was exposed after Meng Yingxing absorbed the demon power, Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes couldn’t help but emit a light.

“This claw, this style! Cool!”

With shining eyes, Xiu Qingcheng immediately leaned in front of Meng Yingxing and extended a finger to swipe across his demon claw.

Then she even more unrestrainedly reached out and touched it twice.

Seeing Xiu Qingcheng so interested in his hand, Meng Yingxing didn’t stop her and even deliberately rotated his demon claw in front of her.

“Mm, Master likes it.”

Xiu Qingcheng had already started fantasizing; if she had such a demon claw, she could show it off to her opponent before fighting, and then let out a very cool “hmph.”

“Cough, it’s quit (handsome).”

Realizing she had lost her composure, Xiu Qingcheng cleared her throat and regained her proper attitude.

Meng Yingxing looked at his demon claw, then caught off guard, swung this demon claw towards the huge rock beside the Spirit Platform.

In an instant, demon power burst forth; the huge rock disintegrated, leaving only a ground of rubble.

Such power caused Meng Yingxing’s eyes to widen involuntarily by a few degrees.

His current body was so frail, yet he could still cause such exaggerated power; moreover, that just now was merely a casual strike.

Xiu Qingcheng saw it and also shouted in her heart: “Overpowered!”

With such demon power, wasn’t he one step closer to Master?

Gazing at the demon claw before his eyes, a trace of excitement emerged in Meng Yingxing’s eyes.

“Stop!”

A loud shout from Xiu Qingcheng immediately brought Meng Yingxing back to reality.

Xiu Qingcheng stared at Meng Yingxing very seriously, “Disciple, I know you are thinking right now: ‘Master, this is much more useful than spiritual power, right?'”

“That won’t do!”

Xiu Qingcheng crossed her arms, making an ‘X’ gesture.

“The spiritual cultivation world is intricate and complex; displaying demon power will only bring disaster upon you.”

“Moreover, we still aren’t clear if abusing this little bit of demon power will cause your demon power to go berserk again.”

“In summary, this demon power can only serve as your final trump card! Do you understand? Disciple?”

Xiu Qingcheng extended her finger again, poking fiercely and continuously at Meng Yingxing’s forehead.

The cool fingertip calmed Meng Yingxing’s momentarily restless heart quite a bit.

“The thought just now was not a good thought.”

Meng Yingxing withdrew the demon power, his thick palm returning to its original state, as if the demon claw just now was merely an illusion in a dream.

“My final trump card isn’t demon power.”

He coughed a few times.

“My final trump card, isn’t it you, Master?”

Smack!

Xiu Qingcheng’s elbow nudged Meng Yingxing’s chest; afraid of hurting his wounds, she only leaned on it slightly.

“Yes, yes, yes, I really can’t do anything with you.”

After speaking, Xiu Qingcheng withdrew the deployed sword intent barrier.

She looked at the sky, enclosed in a circle by the surrounding terrain, with a tiny bit of worry in her heart.

She wondered if her sword intent barrier had blocked the demon power Meng Yingxing had erupted with.

Actually, Xiu Qingcheng was very confident in her own strength; she was just a tiny, tiny, tiny bit apprehensive.

Although the process and result of Meng Yingxing’s breakthrough were a mess, this breakthrough had indeed ended.

Now that the mess had been cleaned up more or less, it was time to leave this Spirit Building Platform.

“Let’s go, Disciple. Let’s go study how to deal with this damaged spiritual vein of yours.”

“I hope the Tianfeng Sect can fork out all the medicinal herbs for repairing spiritual veins.”

Xiu Qingcheng looked back at Meng Yingxing and found him still dragging his injured body, cleaning up the mess from her earlier boredom-killing activities.

“Don’t move around; let me do it!”

Seeing Meng Yingxing still being so diligent, Xiu Qingcheng, who still felt guilty in her heart, rarely put down the airs of a master she put on in front of her disciple.

Before Meng Yingxing could react, a fragrant wind swirled in front of him, snatched the things from his hands, and stuffed them into the Qiankun Bag.

“Such a small matter, no need for you!”

Xiu Qingcheng spoke clangorously. Seeing Meng Yingxing still thought she was going to help him carry this weightless Qiankun Bag, in the end, Xiu Qingcheng actually mounted this weightless Qiankun Bag onto Miao Miao.

“Miao Miao, battle dog! The time to reflect your value has arrived! Quickly carry these luggage!”

Miao Miao lowered its head, resigning itself to adversity.

Then Meng Yingxing saw Xiu Qingcheng facing him, patting Miao Miao’s back.

Meng Yingxing: “?”

“Disciple, it’s inconvenient for you to move now; come up and let Miao Miao carry you.”

“I’ve ridden it; its back is very comfortable.”

Seeing Xiu Qingcheng’s proud face, Meng Yingxing didn’t know what his master was being proud about.

It wasn’t like riding on her was comfortable.

Meng Yingxing wanted to be very touched but still refuse, but seeing Xiu Qingcheng’s resolute appearance, he braced himself and rode on Miao Miao’s back.

He patted Miao Miao’s dog head.

“Sorry, Miao Miao; later I will definitely prepare good food on behalf of Master to reward you.”

“Good, let’s go out!”

Xiu Qingcheng transformed into a stream of light, entering Meng Yingxing’s scabbard in the form of the Ting Tian Sword.

Before Meng Yingxing left on Miao Miao’s back, Xiu Qingcheng reminded him.

“You are coming out of the Spirit Building Platform, yet you have such heavy injuries on your body.”

“Anyone with eyes will definitely see that your breakthrough failed.”

“Although you are not as you once were, going out like this, who knows what those Tianfeng Sect disciples who like to gossip will say.”

“You have to withstand it.”

Caring for her disciple’s mental health, Xiu Qingcheng was duty-bound.

Hearing this, Meng Yingxing smiled.

“Master, how do you think I got through the past?”

“The current situation, no matter how bad, can’t be worse than back then.”

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