Volume 1: The Strife of the Azure Firmament 010: Seizing the Soul and Snatching the Spirit

  Mo Qingfeng's hands paused for a moment, and he flipped over from the newcomer's body, looking at Huang Lao who had flashed out like a gust of wind. His eyes lit up: "Huang Lao, you've recovered?"

  "Not yet." Old Huang lowered his head, looking at the unremarkable old face behind the mask of the newcomer, frowning tightly, "How can you be so ugly, never mind, having one is better than not having any."

  Huang Lao waved his hand: "Xiao Feng, you step aside first. Later, I'll give you a surprise."

  Mo Qingfeng sheathed his dagger and retreated a few steps back. The blood on his right hand was a blur, only now did he feel the pain.

  Huang Lao noticed Mu Qingfeng's furrowed brow and raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze sweeping over the palm of her hand: "Go bandage it."

  Mù Qīngfēng nodded and darted towards a place with hemostatic herbs.

  Huang Lao looked at Mu Qingfeng's back and sighed helplessly. This girl was so cruel to herself, but whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, he couldn't tell.

  He withdrew his thoughts, and Huang Lao squinted at the person on the ground who was struggling to breathe, muttering: "Really ugly, and was blown by a gentle breeze to be battered beyond recognition."

  Muttering to himself, Huang Lao's hands had already formed a seal, and dark energy slowly emerged. It was as if there was a force tearing at the visitor's soul, with fierce winds raging wildly.

  Huang Lao's eyes closed, his heart made a decision, and his soul suddenly transformed into a stream of light that poured into the brow of the approaching person.

  A struggle for the soul, a tearing of intentions.

  The man did not want to die, his last remaining thought made him clearly aware that someone was taking over his body, devouring his soul.

  Unwilling, cannot, do not want.

  Resentment, anger, fear.

  However, that soul was too powerful, so powerful that the incoming person could only clearly feel his soul being continuously devoured, and his body lost its original control.

  He is going to die.

  The last angry roar of unwillingness, the soul was completely annihilated, and it was completely swallowed up by Huang Lao's soul.

  Mochou picked some herbs and put them in her mouth to chew, then applied them to the palm of her hand and bandaged it. By the time she finished bandaging, she had arrived back at the place where they were just before.

  Only one body on the ground was still breathing, but Huang Lao had vanished without a trace.

  "Huang Lao?" Mu Qingfeng called out in confusion, "Huang Lao? Where are you?"

  "Cough." A cough sounded, the voice was hoarse and difficult.

  Mu Qingfeng turned his head to look, and the old man who was lying on the ground covered in blood suddenly coughed out a voice and made a gesture as if he wanted to sit up.

  Mu Qingfeng smiled coldly and took out a stone knife, walking towards the old man. She had never given her enemies any chance to live again.

  "Live... on." With great difficulty, he opened his eyes and forced out two words. The sorrow and resentment that seemed to emanate from those eyes were somehow familiar.

  Mù Qīngfēng's hand grasping the stone knife paused in mid-air, his expression suddenly becoming strange: "Huang Lǎo?"

  "Damn it." The two words that came out of his mouth made Mu Qingfeng suddenly realize that this person was indeed Huang Lao.

  "Mo Qingfeng was suddenly at a loss for words: 'Huang Lao, how did you end up in this person's body?'"

  "Damn it." Huang Lao cursed again, "You're really ruthless."

  This body looks like it's been battered to pieces, and after the soul fusion, Huang Lao deeply felt the fatal blow to his heart, as well as the tearing pain on his shoulders, neck, and even lower body.

  It can be imagined how ruthless and vicious Mu Qingfeng was when he made his move.

  "Huang Lao, you can actually wear it?" Mu Qingfeng squatted down beside Huang Lao, and this unremarkable face paired with Huang Lao's colorful expression still looked so sly.

  "If it weren't for giving you the Awakening Spirit Root, would I, an old man, have to use such a worn-out and dilapidated body?" Huang Lao felt that his soul was slightly more comfortable, and his words flowed smoothly.

  The state of the soul in the world is against heaven, and his soul will also weaken with time.

  And after he gave Mochizuki Kazuhira the Awakening Spirit Root, his soul was severely damaged. He thought that sleeping for a while would be fine, but he didn't expect the outflow of his spiritual energy to reach a level that terrified him.

  Just in time, such a person was delivered to his doorstep. Huang Lao decisively chose to capture his soul and seize his body immediately.

  "Sorry." Mu Qingfeng finally squeezed out two words after a long time, and there was another sentence "Thank you" in his heart.

  Huang Lao shook his head: "I've lost big time, this body is really too ugly."

  "After that, find another body." Mu Qingfeng had never been a kind person. This was the first time he had killed someone since coming to this world, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

  "You think capturing souls is easy, don't you? The heavenly law only allows this once, and if I do it again, my soul will disappear. I can only go back and find my body now." Huang Lao spat a mouthful of saliva onto Mu Qingfeng's face, then took off the spatial ring on his hand and threw it to Mu Qingfeng, "There seems to be some spiritual cultivation foundation in here, take a closer look. As for spiritual cultivation, I won't be able to teach you anything."

  Mo Qingfeng took over the ring and looked at Huang Lao: "You..."

  "I'm going to retreat for a while, the reunion of my soul and body is too difficult. Especially with this broken body." Huang Lao stretched out his hand and patted Mu Qingfeng's head, "This time, I'll be in retreat for at least three years, or maybe five years. During this period, you'll have to rely on yourself."

  "Good." Mu Qingfeng didn't say much and directly agreed.

  "Go take away that thing over there." Huang Lao glanced at the position where the white spiritual beast was guarding before, and nodded his chin towards Mu Qingfeng.

  She walked quickly towards the front, parted the trees, and went under that one azure fruit with a glossy sheen, directly reached out to pick it.

  When she saw this fruit just now, her eyes lit up.

  Although I don't know what it is, with a spiritual beast guarding it, it's definitely not an ordinary object. And that person must have come for this fruit too.

  Mocheng Feng walked up to Huang Lao with the blue fruit in hand and asked, "Huang Lao, do you know what this is?"

  "Blue Spider Fruit?" Old Huang's eyes lit up, "I didn't think this broken place would have Blue Spider Fruit. Little Wind, keep this fruit well, it's a top-notch spiritual fruit for healing wounds."

  Recover from injury?

  Mocheng Feng took a glance at Huang Lao and directly stuffed the Blue Spider Fruit into his still-open mouth: "Enjoy."

  The blue spider fruit melted in his mouth, and Huang Lao had not reacted yet, the fruit had already turned into a thick juice flowing towards his Qihai Zongmai, and the pain on his body also decreased a lot instantly.

  "You..." Huang Lao gazed deeply at Mu Qingfeng, finally letting out a long sigh, then burst into loud laughter, "Good, good, good!"

  Huang Lao couldn't describe the taste in his heart, when he saw this fruit, the only thing he thought of was to let this girl keep it, just in case she got hurt or something during the few years he wasn't around.

  And this girl heard that it was a healing fruit, and without thinking, she directly stuffed it into his mouth. Her movements were overbearing, her tone arrogant, but it just so happened to be exactly what he needed!

  Xiao Feng this apprentice, he has made up his mind!

  Looking at Huang Lao, Mu Qingfeng's mouth also slightly curved up.

  In fact, she was grateful for Huang Lao's existence.

  A person in this strange world, she is not fully adapted at once.

  Then, Mu Qingfeng helped Huang Lao treat his wounds. Under his command, he set up layers of formations outside the thatched hut. After watching Huang Lao sit cross-legged and close his six senses, he took a deep look at Huang Lao and turned to leave the thatched hut.

  Mù Light Wind arrived at the lake shore, changed the dressing for his wound, took out that spatial ring, and controlled his spiritual power to probe inside.

  A small mountain of golden coins, various medicinal herbs and elixirs were neatly arranged, and there was also a bamboo scroll.

  Mù Light Wind took out the bamboo slips, sat down on the ground, leaned against a willow tree, and began to flip through the bamboo slips. A spiritual foundation, which was exactly what she needed most at present.