Chapter 104: Build a Little Birdhouse in Your Dantian

Chapter 104: Build a Little Birdhouse in Your Dantian

Ding Bo lifted his sword, his hands trembling. This

Hui grabbed the Jade Garden disciple by the arm. A sudden thought leaped to the top of his mind, irrepressible. In this situation, what would Bai Xue say? His brows furrowed slightly. A serious expression on his face, he looked the disciple in the eye. Cooperate with me and let me in, okay?

E-eh? the Jade Garden disciple squeaked.

Closing his eyes, Hui sent his qi inside the disciple. At first, the disciples qi resisted him, but then it calmed. Hui rushed through the disciples passages until he found the glittering seeds, faintly shining with qi. Repeating the process hed used on himself, he managed to draw out the life and death qi, but it took too long. The seeds qi coating resisted his efforts too much for the life qi to easily draw out the existing life qi.

Maybe if I kill the coating with death qi? But then I risk injecting death qi into a fellow disciples passages, and they cant handle that they way I can

A female disciple gasped. Heright in front of everyone?

Another female disciple squealed, clasping her hands over her eyes. A second later, she peeked through her fingers.

The Jade Garden disciple coughed, spitting bad blood and the seeds, then cleared his throat. Er, I appreciate the help, elder brother, but now that youre done healing me, could you?

Oh, right. Hui withdrew his qi. Whys he emphasizing those words? Weird. He turned to the next disciple. She backed away, hands up, but Hui caught her. Dont run away. I need to draw out the seeds.

Its fine, itsnot in front of everyone? she requested, suddenly blushing.

Theres no time. Dont be fussy. Frowning, Hui inserted his qi, repeating the process. The disciple resisted weakly, but gave in. After a few breaths, she, too, spat blood and seeds.

Dammit. Theres got to be a faster way. Theres dozens of people here, I cant take them all one at a time!

Shut up! I wont let you! Ding Bo snapped his fingers.

Qi plants burst out on all the cultivators around Hui, with the exception of Li Xiang and the two hed healed. Roars of pain and screams of anguish rang out. The plants grew and grew, surging out of the cultivators.

Kill your qi! Everyone, kill Hui bit his lip. Shit! No one else here knows how to kill their qi except Li Xiang, and shes not infected! Stop circulating it! Flow it as slowly as you can bear, even if it hurts, okay?

A few of the cultivators hesitated. The plants grew taller.

II heard it from a Mysterious Heavenly Forest cultivator. Hes hes a heavenly-skilled healer, Su Yan grunted out, extremely regretfully. Trust him.

Ah, is that so?The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Huh, it explains why he couldnt fight.

Is now the time to think? a familiar voice asked.

Hui startled. He stared up at the white-robed reaper. Ah, aha

Hes the one, she said, pointing.

From behind the reaper, out stepped a shape. Huis mind boggled, unable to comprehend it. Shadow. Death. Blood. It reeked of evil and emanated such a pressure that his unprotected soul almost shredded away. Hui circulated what little was left of his death qi and fell backward, playing dead.

Sir, the reaper said to the shadowy form, impatient.

Ah, it seems I overestimated this intruder of ours, the shadowy form said. A pale hand appeared out of the darkness and waved it away as though it had never been.

Where the shadow had been stood a man. Tall and cold, he was almost unbearably beautiful to look at, but equally cold and brutal. Dark hair swept from his temples all the way down to his waist. Skin as pale as fine porcelain showed blue veins at the wrists and chin. Vicious eyes that burned through whoever they turned upon, a brutally sharp chin, high cheekbones, and haughty aura surrounded him, such that Hui knew immediately that he wasnt worthy to look upon such a being.

Ah, well, its fine. Im playing dead.

Wait, ah why do I feel like theres something strange about my state? Im already a soul

The vicious-eyed man laughed, shoving a single stray strand of hair back from his brow. Youre right, he is quite unique. This is the first time Ive had a soul play dead before me. Little one, youre already dead, you know?

I, Im not dead! Hui protested, sitting up without a single shred of shame.

So Ive been told. So how is a third-stage cultivator like you floating around out of his body, if you arent dead? the man asked tilting his head. His eyes flashed with a vicious light, and Hui suddenly had a premonition of the man strapping him to an operating table, scalpel in hand.

No, no! I didnt spend all that time protecting my poor little organs from the loan sharks my whole first life to get sliced up in my second!

Ah, ah, ah, I, I, Imcultivating death qi! Hui spat out at last.

Cultivating death qi, in a righteous sect? Shouldnt someone like you be on my side? the man asked.

Hui swallowed. My side? So he is a demonic cultivator. Not as if its surprising! No, the only thing that would surprise me at this point is if hes

I am.

Hui blinked. He looked slowly up at the man before him.

The man tossed his hair and smiled, eyes gliting with a feral light. What is it you were going to call me? Enma? Its been a long time since I heard that name.