Free Web Novel"I love you!"
A loud shout echoed in the pitch-black bar, filled with a thick, scorched smoke.
At that moment, Jiang Li's eyes were warily fixed on the giant urban legend standing in the center of the room. Her hands, holding the erhu, dared not stop for a moment. Suddenly hearing Lu Yibei's pig-slaughtering cry, her body trembled.
Following the sound, Lu Yibei, who had been lying stiff on a chair, had somehow woken up. She sprang up with a carp jump. The moment she landed steadily, her movements, based on the Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration, combined with the speed-boosting effect of the imitation Divine Travel Armor, were unleashed.
"Whoosh—!"
In an instant, the wind howled, and her tied-up silver-white long hair spread out behind her, fluttering like a banner.
Lu Yibei rushed straight towards the broken sword suspended in mid-air. Arriving suddenly beneath the broken sword, she stomped hard on the ground with both feet and leaped up.
During the brief suspension, her momentum of charging forward «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» was not exhausted. She used the force to firmly grasp the hilt of the broken sword and swung it down fiercely towards the urban legend in front of her, completing a clean and decisive "jump slash."
The momentum was strong, but the effect was poor; it failed to penetrate the armor.
The jagged, dog-toothed edge of the ancient sword scraped across the urban legend' torso, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound, sparking a shower of fire. Charred debris splashed, leaving only a shallow white mark.
Then Lu Yibei began to fall, towards the ground. So she slightly arched her torso, contracted her legs, and braced herself for the impending impact.
The moment she made contact with the ground, aided by Spiritual Energy, her leg muscles subtly shifted. Using the gravitational acceleration and inertial impact from the brief fall, she exerted force again.
It was as if a soccer ball had been thrown from a height onto the ground. She broke through the ground, flew up again, and before the urban legend could react, the broken sword in her hand went forward once more! ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"I really love you!"
Jiang Li, "..."
Looking at Lu Yibei's strange behavior, her mind was completely bewildered.
Had she been possessed by something unclean?
How did she turn into a warrior of love in the blink of an eye? Jiang Li muttered inwardly.
"Benefactor? Why do you..."
A puzzled murmur from the urban legend echoed in the darkness. The chaotic light and shadows behind it rippled in layers, and the bones behind it gradually gathered, protecting its torso.
In its eyes, there was no Lu Yibei, only the ancient sword left by Qingji, which had accompanied it for a hundred years.
It didn't even understand why it was being attacked by the ancient sword.
While the urban legend was briefly stunned, Lu Yibei had already landed again. After quickly retreating two steps to build momentum, she leaped up again, sending the broken sword in her hand forward without hesitation.
"I ♦ absolutely love you to death!"
Accompanied by a low, gritted growl, the broken sword traced an arc across Lu Yibei's chest, sweeping horizontally across the front of the urban legend.
In the darkness, a faint, crisp sound rang out, and cracks immediately spread across the urban legend' chest.
It worked! It's really effective! Lu Yibei's heart filled with joy.
Then let me add some more buffs!
"May you get a guaranteed ten-pull success!"
"If you are well, and he is impotent, then it is a clear sky!"
"May your life be prosperous, your career soar, your love harmonious, and may you have children soon!"
"..."
Originally, Jiang Li watched Lu Yibei charge towards the urban legend as if going to her death, her heart full of worry. She knew very well that it would be difficult to cause any substantial damage to that urban legend with brute force.
Immediately after, seeing that Lu Yibei had somehow managed to break through the urban legend' protective bones, she couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
However, as Lu Yibei's low growls rang out when she swung her sword, her expression gradually turned strange.
What kind of technique is this?
New Year's Greeting Sword Technique?
While Jiang Li muttered inwardly, the bones protecting the urban legend suddenly shattered inch by inch under Lu Yibei's tempestuous attack.
In a panic, the urban legend attempted to retreat. Numerous pale tentacles behind it thrashed wildly, trying to drive away the annoying figure in front of it. But then it felt a warmth in its chest.
A hand had plunged into its wound, touching the core of its urban legend body.
In the darkness, Lu Yibei, with a hand plunged into the urban legend' body, her gaze slightly condensed.
Next, is the most important step!
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A moment ago, on the dilapidated and crumbling rooftop.
Qingji leaned closer and whispered the solution to Lu Yibei. A look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
"Ah, this... Ancestor, you said so much nonsense, but you just wanted to take it as your dependent? You could have just told me directly?"
Lu Yibei was a bit conflicted upon hearing that the urban legend residing in Happiness Community was once Qingji's dependent and that he now wanted her to take that urban legend as her dependent.
Although she didn't know the principle behind Psychic taking urban legend as dependents, it felt too strange to her, like suddenly discovering that there was a family-inherited elf maid.
"Oh? So in your era, evil spirits subdued in this way are called dependents?" Qingji nodded and said, "Those destined to be dependents have fate... Hmm, it's a reluctantly fitting term."
"By the way, which little genius came up with this term?"
As he spoke, a hint of appreciation appeared in Qingji's eyes.
"I don't know either."
Anyway, that 'love' thing you mentioned is much more reliable. Lu Yibei added in her heart.
"In short, who came up with the term isn't important. The important thing is, what qualities do I possess? That's an A-Level urban legend."
Lu Yibei shook her head like a rattle-drum.
"What's the difference between you asking me to take it as a dependent and sending me to my death? It's too dangerous, I'm not going! If I fail, I'll be controlled by it instead!"
Qingji patted Lu Yibei's shoulder and said calmly, "Don't worry, with me here, love boldly!"
"Do you mean you will help me with safety precautions?" Lu Yibei narrowed her eyes, sizing up Qingji, waiting for his response.
If hunting urban legend could be turned from a horror game into a Pokémon collecting game, perhaps that wouldn't be so bad? Lu Yibei thought.
Qingji nodded slightly, "Precisely!"
After weighing Qingji's strength and various crucial points, Lu Yibei made a compromise, "But I'm afraid I can't achieve the state you mentioned!"
She wasn't like Qingji, who had traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers and seen all walks of life. Apart from Miss Lu Yanzhi, her heart was set on things like the vast land and all living beings.
Forget about controlling her sword with a benevolent heart to enhance the power of Lingtai Pure Karma. She didn't even understand what petty love was about; she had never been in a relationship.
"That is a problem..." Qingji thought seriously for a moment. "If worst comes to worst, just shout it out. The effect might be a bit worse, but it will still have some effect."
"Really?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Ancestor probably wouldn't joke about my life safety, I can do this... Lu Yibei muttered inwardly and nodded, "Then I'll go?"
"Go, go!" Qingji waved his hand, showing a benevolent smile of elder's concern. "Remember to come find me for sword practice when you're done."
As soon as Lu Yibei thought of the sword practice process, which was more like "torture" than "practice," she felt pain all over her body. In a trance, she had a phantom pain of being stabbed into a hornet's nest.
"No, Ancestor, today..."
Qingji's brows furrowed, and he angrily said in a cold voice, "You scoundrel! One day of practice, one day's progress; ten days without practice is ten days wasted. You dare to be lazy!"
"Don't worry, I'll give you some new tricks today, so you won't find it boring."
Lu Yibei, "..."
What does that mean? Are you going to make my death more varied and interesting?
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After briefly recalling the conversation with Qingji just now, Lu Yibei regained her focus and softly called out, "Ancestor, it's your turn!"
"..."
After waiting for a moment, Qingji did not respond.
"Ancestor? Hey! Are you there?"
"..."
In the silence, there was no response, only the occasional faint laughter from the people hanging from the urban legend' tentacles.
What's going on? This isn't what was agreed upon!
Damn it! If I believe his nonsense again, I'm his grandson!
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Lu Yibei cursed fiercely in her heart, preparing to pull out her hand and escape. Just then, a terrifying sense of pressure suddenly came from her arm.
The urban legend suddenly tightened its wound, clamping down on her arm like hydraulic pliers.
"Click-click—click-click—!"
Accompanied by the sound of joints deforming, the urban legend' neck bent downwards in an inhuman posture, and a huge face painted with Qingyi makeup silently approached Lu Yibei's side.
A pair of Eyeballs without whites, as deep as two black glazed marbles, trembled slightly, looking her up and down. Its pale lips parted slightly, and accompanied by dizzying Jews Harp music, it spewed out a scorched smell. Through the gaps, countless burnt small hands could be faintly seen slowly wriggling.
Invisible Spiritual Energy fluctuations, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, felt like malicious arms gently stroking Lu Yibei's body.
In an instant, the hairs on her entire body stood on end, and a string of sweat beads rolled down her temples.
This is bad!
"Uh, about this, I can explain, actually..."
"Roar—!"
The urban legend suddenly let out a low roar, and the tentacles swaying and waving behind it instantly turned from ethereal to solid, smashing onto Lu Yibei's body like a torrential downpour.
Intense pain struck suddenly, and Lu Yibei felt as if all her bones were about to fall apart. If she hadn't experienced death hundreds of times before, she might have passed out from the pain on the spot.
What exactly is Ancestor doing?
Everything was fine just now, why did he suddenly go offline?
If there's no other way... just like she did to Du Sixian before... Lu Yibei thought.
Just then, a wisp of grey thread glowing with a faint light emerged from the urban legend' body, flowed up Lu Yibei's arm, and entered her body...
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Meanwhile, in that dilapidated and ruined city.
Qingji held Lingtai Pure Karma in his hand, standing at the top of the city's tallest building, waiting quietly. As soon as Lu Yibei's call sounded, he would use the sword in his hand as a medium to transmit Spiritual Energy and lend her a hand.
However.
The moment Lu Yibei touched the core of the urban legend' main body, before she could even call out, a sudden change occurred.
"Roar—!"
As if some sinister song was playing above the clouds, amidst the sudden wails, a torrent of Spiritual Energy swept down, pouring from the heavens.
In the air, the sound of shattering crystals seemed endless.
In the sky, the piled-up clouds were being eroded by that Spiritual Energy fluctuation, their light grey color gradually deepening. The pitch-black clouds were as heavy as marble, making it hard to breathe.
And the invasion brought by that Spiritual Energy fluctuation, as if possessing viral activity, was still spreading downwards.
Soon the scarred ruins of the city were enveloped by smog.
The air was filled with a choking smell. Qingji frowned tightly. The smell was like burning waste, or battlefield smoke, and even more toxic gases he had never encountered.
As the smog spread, everything became eerie and terrifying. Invisible phantoms roamed in the thick fog, while non-human sharp screams kept coming from above the sky.
Something was roaring in fury. In the city ruins, wandering blurry figures shivered, fleeing into the shadows in panic.
The end of the world seemed to be coming again, everything was quickly transforming into a nightmare.
Suddenly, an unreal long whistle came from the clouds, and heaven and earth paused.
As the distant whistle gradually approached, outside the mist, a rift was suddenly torn open in the sky above.
Above the broken sky, the pitch-black clouds were like a surging sea, with turbid waves reaching the sky for a moment.
The next moment, a "tsunami" occurred.
As if gravity had been reversed, the clouds suddenly crashed down towards the ground. A gigantic, distorted figure, with a pair of wings formed from rolling thick smoke waving behind it, charged straight towards Qingji.
Amidst the rolling thick smoke, various mutated structures briefly appeared on it. These were limbs like grotesquely proportioned arms, claws, or tentacles, or cracks like mouths.
On top of the tall building, Qingji stood in the hurricane stirred up by the surging and foul Spiritual Energy. His long hair fluttered, his clothes flapped, and his expression remained unchanged.
"Although I don't know what you are, but..."
As he spoke, he pointed the three-foot green sword in his hand towards the sky, "That little guy made a mistake, are you this evil creature causing trouble?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Spiritual Energy fluctuation beside Qingji suddenly intensified.
Tons of air, carrying smog, were swept up by the Spiritual Energy, stirring up a frenzy that collided with his body, emitting a high-pitched roar like grinding steel.
"Hmph—!" Qingji snorted coldly. A light pattern of innate Bagua instantly unfolded behind him, and then he vigorously swung a sword towards the urban legend pouncing from the sky.
"Taihe Gentleman Sword: Zixiao Yan!"
With a shout, the innate Bagua diagram behind Qingji, the Zhen trigram, shone brightly.
In an instant, dazzling lightning split from the brilliant sword edge, like a hidden dragon ascending to the sky, scattering branches of destruction in all directions.
The lightning was like substance. Wherever it passed, the thick fog was effortlessly pierced through, peeling off from the massive body of the urban legend, and actually turning into pieces of foul-smelling blood plasma scattering down.
However, the urban legend' Spiritual Energy seemed inexhaustible. Smog quickly gathered around it, continuously giving rise to new strange limbs. These limbs, dark in color, constantly danced, and in the blink of an eye, they reached Qingji's front, within inches.
Then, the Qian trigram of the innate Bagua behind him lit up, and he swung out a second sword.
"Taihe Gentleman Sword: Jun Tiansou!"
With a swing of the sword, an immortal wind blew. A deep, ancient, and profound sound, as if coming from a palace in a distant time and space, spread from in front of Qingji, and a white long rainbow soared into the sky.
Like the blade of divine wrath and punishment, it stirred up wind and clouds, tearing, shattering, and vaporizing, causing countless strange limbs condensed from smog to fall apart.
With one strike, the urban legend in the sky retreated thousands of feet, almost back above the dome, leaving only a mass of dark clouds swirling near the rift in the sky, splitting into dense eyes peering downwards.
Just then, a low whisper suddenly came from afar.
"There is Zhong Mountain. There is a woman dressed in Qingyi. Where she is seen, there is great drought..."
"Wandering north of the Red Water, ascending Kunlun and looking south, the river has beauty, the water gives birth to brilliance..."
Immediately after, the remaining smog was also torn apart.
A line of fierce light was born out of thin air. Wherever it passed, everything was ignited in the violent Spiritual Energy fluctuation. The mass of smog was also calcined into a piece of rose-colored crystal in the blazing fire, as if branded, imprinted on the dome.
Seeing this, Qingji's body went limp, and he fell to the ground, unable to get up.
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Inside the bar.
"There is Zhong Mountain. There is a woman dressed in Qingyi. Where she is seen, there is great drought..."
Lu Yibei kept silently reciting that description in her heart. Her body temperature rose to a terrifying level. The Coat that wrapped her body was long gone, leaving only thick smoke swirling, covering the unspeakable secret.
Even the Spell Jiang Li had cast around her body to help her defend against the urban legend' tentacle attacks was cracking inch by inch under the high temperature.
In the darkness, a lava-like light flowed slowly beneath Lu Yibei's skin along her blood vessels, gradually converging towards her fingertips and pouring into the urban legend' body.
Immediately after, on the surface of the urban legend' body, as if something had been ignited, a wisp of golden-red flame suddenly shot up, rapidly moving around. A flame-shaped mark inscribed with complex patterns was outlined in an instant.
When the flame began to outline the mark, Jiang Li realized that Lu Yibei wanted to turn the urban legend into a dependent. Her lips parted slightly, and she ultimately gave up the idea of interrupting Lu Yibei.
If there was no other way, becoming Lu Yibei's dependent would always be better than an uncontrolled urban legend, right? Jiang Li thought.
However, the moment the dependent mark was completed, a mass of smog suddenly dissipated from the urban legend' body, gathering in mid-air into a distorted cloud pattern emitting a foul aura.
Jiang Li stared at that wisp of cloud pattern, a shock in her heart, her pupils contracting violently.
This is bad!
How could this urban legend be related to Maitian God?
While Jiang Li was filled with doubt and surprise, Lu Yibei had already completed the branding of the dependent mark. The distorted cloud pattern shattered with a bang, and the flame-shaped pattern flashed across the urban legend' crown before slowly subsiding.
Lu Yibei also fell from mid-air as if exhausted, collapsing onto the ground like a puddle of mud.
Seeing this, Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, examined Lu Yibei from side to side for a while, sighed silently, and gently brushed away the beads of blood seeping from her features.
A moment later, she looked up again to find the urban legend, but found that it had already disappeared without a trace. She didn't know if it was under Lu Yibei's instruction that it had hidden itself again, not even a trace of Spiritual Energy fluctuation could be found.
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She didn't know how long had passed before Lu Yibei slowly woke up. The intense pain all over her body made her gasp involuntarily.
"Hiss—!"
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Li's expressionless face, who calmly said words that horrified her.
"You're finished, you've gotten into big trouble. Don't say you know me when you go out from now on."
"Huh?"
Jiang Li rolled her eyes and explained, "You snatched the dependent of the urban legend ranked ninth on the Night Watch's wanted list. Just pray it doesn't find you!"
Lu Yibei, "..."
