Ning Shu was being strangled by Feng Yin, and her body felt frozen, unable to move.
She didn’t understand why Feng Yin liked to choke people so much.
Maybe it was the satisfaction of being able to watch life disappear at his fingertips, being able to decide a person’s life and death.
Watching Feng Yin’s lips open and close, Ning Shu mobilized the energy in her dantian. She reached into the cloth bag with her hand, hastily grabbed the soul pearl, and stuffed it into Feng Yin’s mouth.
“Ugh…” When something suddenly entered his mouth, Feng Yin’s other hand tried to pull out whatever it was.
The soul pearl was used for absorbing soul power. Thus, once it sensed the powerful soul power, it stuck to Feng Yin’s mouth before rushing into his body.
Feng Yin also sensed this thing absorbing his soul, and he became a little annoyed.
Despite the soul pearl being in his body, he still didn’t let go of Ning Shu’s neck.
Ning Shu felt like her lungs were going to explode. Her blood had stopped flowing, and her face was swollen.
Any more, and she’d really be done playing.
“Girl.” The old man rushed over towards Ning Shu and Feng Yin with the peachwood sword in his hand, but he was pulled back by Martial Uncle Ge.
“Don’t go over there. The magnetic field around the two of them is very chaotic. You can’t save her by going over there,” said Martial Uncle Ge in a low voice, his expression unpleasant.
“Fuck you! Of course, you’re not anxious because it’s not your disciple who’s being strangled.” The old man was in a hurry.
“Even if you go over there now, you can’t get close.” Martial Uncle Ge was still tugging at the old man’s robe.
Ning Shu’s vision was starting to blur, but it was good that there was spiritual energy in her body.
Ning Shu made a hoarse sound from her throat and managed to spit out three words, “Song Ruoxi.”
When Feng Yin heard the name, he turned his head towards the bedroom and found that the door was locked properly.
Ning Shu seized the opportunity. The peachwood sword slashed at Feng Yin’s hand that was choking her, causing his hand to shake.
Ning Shu reached for the compass with her other hand and smashed it towards Feng Yin’s head with all her strength. The compass emitted a golden light, making Feng Yin retreat a couple of steps.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Ning Shu covered her neck and coughed violently. The old man rushed over to put talismans on her body.
Ning Shu grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and pressed it against her neck. Along with a crackling sound, black smoke came out of her neck.
Feng Yin’s face was dripping with blood, and the drops fell on the floor. The room was filled with a sticky, fishy smell.
Feng Yin’s soul had become even thinner than before. Still, his reddened eyes glared at Ning Shu and the other two.
Ning Shu was holding a compass. She was infusing her spiritual energy into the compass, which was glowing with golden light. Feng Yin vigilantly glanced at the compass in Ning Shu’s hands.
He also had to divide his power against the pearl in his body. It was absorbing his soul power like a leech.
As the radiance of the compass grew, it dispelled the Yin and baleful energy in the house. At the same time, a golden dragon whistled out of the compass, rushing towards Feng Yin.
“See, this was something left behind by the ancestor, a golden dragon transformed by the dragon’s vein. See, see…” said the old man proudly to Martial Uncle Ge.
Martial Uncle Ge looked at the golden dragon in amazement. But he then sneered and said, “It’s not like you made it appear.”
“A master teacher produces a superior disciple. As the saying goes, the azure is better than the blue.” The old man stroked his beard, incredibly proud.
Seeing that these two old men still didn’t forget to bicker, Ning Shu said in a hoarse voice, “Master, let’s attack him together. He can’t hold on for much longer.”
MTL Editor: Meraki
TLC: Kaho
