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As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful spiritual pressure enveloped the entire inn, causing dust to fall from the beams and the teacups on the table to tremble violently. I immediately summoned my protective talisman, alertly scanning my surroundings.
"Which friend is hiding here? Why not show yourself?" Du Ming's voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of coldness.
In response, a chilling laugh filled the air. " young master Du, long time no see. We meet again."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, a figure clad in black robes and wearing a conical hat flashed in through the window. He exuded a strong aura of malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.
"It's you!" I recognized him at once; he was the one who had conspired with the green tea at the tavern that day.
"Indeed, it is I," the man in black sneered. "Guo Lingxi, you should never have meddled in affairs that do not concern you. Today will be your death day!"
With that, he prepared to strike, but was intercepted by Du Ming. "Your opponent is me."
The two instantly clashed, powerful waves of spiritual energy shaking the entire inn. I wanted to rush forward to help but was surrounded by several men in black brought by the figure.
"You will face us!"
During the fierce battle, Du Ming was accidentally struck by the man in black, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. My heart tightened; seizing a moment when the men in black were distracted, I broke through their encirclement and reached Du Ming's side.
"Are you okay?" I asked anxiously.
"I'm fine," Du Ming shook his head, but his gaze fell on a table behind me. There lay an ancient book we had inadvertently discovered while investigating mysterious forces.
"What is this..." Following his gaze, I immediately understood his meaning.
The ancient book contained a record of a Forbidden Technique that could enhance one's power; it was our last hope.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the book and quickly scanned its contents. This Forbidden Technique was called "Burning Blood Technique," which, as its name suggested, required burning one's own essence blood in exchange for immense power.
"Lingxi, no!" Du Ming grabbed my hand tightly, worry etched across his face. "This Forbidden Technique is too dangerous; I can't let you take this risk!"
"There's no time," I shook my head with determination in my eyes. "This is our only hope. Trust me; I can control it."
Gently pushing his hand away, I sat cross-legged and began to circulate my energy according to the instructions in the book.
At first, everything went smoothly; I could feel a powerful force awakening within me. However, as time passed, I gradually felt overwhelmed. The spiritual energy inside me began to surge uncontrollably, threatening to burst my meridians apart.
"Ah!" I couldn't help but let out a painful groan as beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.
"Lingxi!" Du Ming anxiously tried to approach me but was repelled by a powerful force.
"Don't come near!" I gritted my teeth against the excruciating pain. "I can still control it!"
Yet my voice grew weaker and weaker as the power within me became increasingly wild, like a frenzied beast about to break free from its cage.
"Boom!"
After a loud explosion, I lost consciousness and fell heavily to the ground.
When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a soft bed. Du Ming was sitting by the bedside, looking haggard with red-rimmed eyes. When he saw me awake, he suddenly stood up and pulled me into his arms.
"Lingxi, you finally woke up! You scared me to death!" His voice trembled, tinged with a hint of tears.
I wanted to comfort him but realized I didn't even have the strength to speak. I struggled to lift my hand, wanting to touch his cheek, but it fell weakly back down.
"What's wrong with you?" Du Ming noticed my unusual state and asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell?"
I shook my head and used all my strength to mouth three words: "Burning Blood Technique..."
Du Ming's expression changed as he immediately understood what had happened. Without saying another word, he picked me up and rushed out of the room, heading straight for the most famous clinic in the city.
However, the news we received was despairing.
"Young Master Du, Ms. Guo's condition is extremely critical; there's nothing I can do!" The old physician said, sweating profusely and trembling. "The Burning Blood Technique is a Forbidden Technique; if practiced unsuccessfully, it will damage your foundation. At best, you'll lose your cultivation; at worst..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but I knew what he meant—my life would be in danger.
Du Ming couldn't accept this outcome. He took me all over the cultivation world in search of renowned doctors and remedies. Yet the answers were always the same—there was no solution.
Until one day, we discovered a skeleton and a jade slip in a hidden cave.
The jade slip recorded that the Burning Blood Technique was created by an ancient demon god and was intolerable to heaven; once practiced, one would face divine retribution. The only way to save oneself was to find the demon god's treasure to dispel the demonic energy within.
However, the demon god's treasure had long been lost to time; even this jade slip mentioned nothing about its whereabouts.
Du Ming sat on the ground in despair, watching helplessly as I grew weaker day by day, unable to do anything about it.
At that moment, a mysterious figure in black appeared before us, dropped a letter, and vanished without a trace.
The letter contained only one sentence: If you want to save her, exchange it for the demon god's treasure! I watched helplessly as Du Ming searched tirelessly for me but found nothing in return. My body grew weaker; my spiritual energy was nearly depleted, and my once fair skin now looked frighteningly pale like a flower on the verge of wilting. I knew my time was running out.
"Lingxi, don't be afraid; I will definitely find a way to save you," Du Ming held my hand and repeated this over and over again, but the despair in his eyes was impossible to hide. The once spirited man now seemed drained of all strength, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and endless fatigue.
I wanted to give him a reassuring smile and tell him I was fine, but I didn't even have the strength to move my lips. All I could do was weakly grip his hand back, feeling the warmth of his palm as if it were the last warmth in this world.
However, that last bit of warmth was ruthlessly taken away by an unexpected turn of events.
That night, a group of black-clad figures broke through the window; each one skilled and exuding cold killing intent as they surrounded me and Du Ming completely. Du Ming fought desperately but was outnumbered and ultimately subdued.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I strained my weak body and glared at the black-clad figures before me, my voice trembling yet resolute.
"It doesn't matter who we are; what matters is that you still have use for us." The leader in black sneered as he lifted me off the bed, like a powerless chick. "Young Master Du, if you want her to live, obediently trade for her with the Demon God's treasure!"
Without waiting for Du Ming's response, the man in black vanished into the night with me, leaving Du Ming's desperate roar echoing in the empty room.
I was taken to a dark and terrifying cave, where sunlight never reached. It was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a rotting smell. I was carelessly thrown to the ground, and my bones felt as if they had shattered, causing me pain so intense that I could barely breathe.
"Du Ming..." I whispered his name softly, filled with fear and despair. Would he come to save me? Could he really find the Demon God's treasure?
I dared not think or hope for it because I knew that what awaited us might be an even more brutal fate.
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