Chapter 17

◎Extreme Concentration◎

The young man was handsome and elegant, his snow-colored long robe fluttering, his eyebrows and eyes were almost picturesque, and his black pupils were extremely deep, like the stars in the night sky.

He was beautiful, but his eyes were extremely hollow, devoid of any spirit.

He swung his sword to cut through the rolling evil aura, and the bright sword light reflected in Chi Lu’s eyes.

Chi Lu lowered her head, blinked her dry eyes with difficulty, and looked up again. She saw the black mist, like a predator chasing its prey, rolling out from the depths, entwining Jing Shuxing’s sword-holding right hand.

The faster Jing Shuxing moved, the more brilliant the sword light was, and the black aura like a ghost became more and more dense, as if it couldn’t wait to drag Jing Shuxing into the abyss, chew him up, tear him apart, and turn him into chunks of meat.

Chi Lu looked up, her beautiful eyes full of confusion.

She had been communicating with the “childlike” Jing Shuxing outside for a while, which could be considered a very long time in the illusion. But at this moment, Jing Shuxing’s appearance was upright, at first glance, there were no injuries, and even his hairstyle had not been disheveled.

Could it be that he had been fighting in this posture for more than a month? Even if he was the pride of heaven, Jing Shuxing was only in his prime, how could he fight against the evil aura for a long time with his own strength?

Could it be that this was another masterpiece of the formation caster?

Chi Lu raised two fingers, gathered spiritual power, and passed it in front of her eyes. Through the spiritual power, she observed Jing Shuxing’s figure, and the huge black sphere and evil aura beside him, and carefully identified them.

The environment inside the curse mark formation was very strange. As long as she thought carefully, there would be explosive sounds and incomprehensible chanting sounds in her ears, layer upon layer, making a racket. If it weren’t for the blood of the Linghua Sect family in Chi Lu’s body, she would have lost the ability to think at this moment.

She stood silently in place, carefully pondering the intentions of the formation caster.

Jing Shuxing’s gaze lingered on Chi Lu, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then quickly left. The murderous aura of the monsters rushing out in front of him was even more intense, their strength far surpassing that of a Divided Spirit Stage cultivator. Even a fool could see that these monsters could easily slay Jing Shuxing.

Jing Shuxing’s eyes were deep, he held his sword in a backhand grip, preparing to face the monsters again.

Before the long sword could turn, it was suddenly stopped by a delicate hand. Chi Lu flew into the black sphere and stood in front of Jing Shuxing.

She raised her hand to pinch a spell, condensing a barrier in the air. Like a large net covering them, the two of them were inverted in the barrier, and two floating lights, one in front and one behind, rushed towards the formation eye she had observed.

Countless demons and ghosts rushed forward, all blocked outside the barrier. Under the settings of the formation caster, their strength could defeat Jing Shuxing. But when outsiders broke in, factors not included in the settings appeared in the curse mark formation, and the demons and ghosts under the settings immediately fell into chaos.

Moreover, the outsider was a person from Linghua Sect, specializing in breaking formations.

After reinforcing the barrier, Chi Lu glanced towards Jing Shuxing, then smiled and turned around, and saw those pitch-black pupils, reflecting her figure from within.

Since she met Jing Shuxing, for the first time, she saw those eyes filled with spirit. The young man had eyebrows like willows, eyes like stars, tall and straight, like a perfect person who had walked out of a painting. 

His expression was as calm as a clear pond, devoid of sadness or joy, completely different from the other him.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

Chi Lu’s eyes shifted, and she opened her mouth with a smile, “Do you remember my voice?”

Jing Shuxing was slightly startled, he raised his hand to hold his forehead, as if he was trying hard to remember. His eyebrows furrowed, pressing on his brow, and his expression fluctuating.

“I remember, you are…” He spoke intermittently, as if his memory was blocked, unable to express his thoughts.

Chi Lu pondered for a moment, suddenly her eyes brightened, and she reached out to form a spell in front of Jing Shuxing.

She knew the mechanism of this big formation.

The runes floating on the barrier bloomed with brilliance, the lustrous golden light flowed on the barrier, and the black mist rolled and surged, like variously shaped large palms, silently chiseling on the giant net(the barrier).

Jing Shuxing’s expression became more and more painful, he covered his head, his body swaying, and a painful groan overflowed from his throat.

Sweat beads rolled down from his forehead, then he suddenly looked up, looking around at the scene, as if he had just awakened from a big dream.

“I remember you.” He opened his mouth again.

In just a short moment, his demeanor changed greatly, his voice was dry and bitter, it seemed that he hadn’t spoken for a long time, so he was quite rusty.

His white clothes had never been stained with dust, but the body covered by the clean robe was already tottering. He half-lifted his face, blinked slowly, with his eyes full of fatigue.

“It’s not your fault.” Chi Lu comforted with a smile, “The formation caster’s skills are too exquisite, even for someone from Linghua Sect, it would require a lot of effort.”

Leaving the shell that had lost its cunning and rationality in the outside world, acting as it pleases, and dragging his consciousness into the illusion, depriving him of his memories and ability to think.

Continuously creating dangerous monsters that Jing Shuxing had encountered, until his strength was exhausted, shattering his body, and then using the formation to resurrect him, to undergo the next round of torture.

If Chi Lu hadn’t intervened, I’m afraid this curse mark formation would have exhausted Jing Shuxing’s last bit of strength, erased all his memories in the illusion, and thrown back the soul that had been tortured and nearly exhausted into the body.

Before she rushed here, Jing Shuxing had already experienced countless cycles of life and death.

To be able to create such a large and complex curse mark formation, and to place it inside Jing Shuxing’s body, could that person be…

Chi Lu’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted, the young man in white robe in front of her bowed respectfully with his fist against his palm, his hands clasped together.

“What’s going on?” Chi Lu was taken aback, reaching out in confusion.

“One is to thank you for coming to help at the expense of your spiritual power, and the other is to apologize for the many offenses before. Please forgive me.”

“Uh huh, it’s okay, why did you suddenly change your nature—I understand now…”

Chi Lu came back to her senses from the shock, and couldn’t help but laugh dumbfoundedly.

Jing Shuxing, both outside and inside the formation, were each remnants of his original soul. However, the soul inside took up the majority. At first glance, it was no different from the original, but in reality, it lacked fluctuating emotions and was too rigid.

Because she saved him, he immediately apologized and thanked her, completely forgetting his past entanglements and dark thoughts.

That novel was indeed making things up, Jing Shuxing was clearly a good person.

Chi Lu had a flash of inspiration, raised her hand and poked Jing Shuxing’s cheek again and again, but he had no reaction.

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud, Jing Shuxing indeed didn’t stop her, letting her laugh heartily, and his face completely devoid of emotional fluctuations.

Realizing Jing Shuxing’s state, Chi Lu didn’t think about considering his feelings anymore, and simply opened her mouth, “The person who designed this curse mark formation, could it be your mother, the former lady of Fengyue City, Jiang Yumu?”

Jing Shuxing nodded, “Yes.”

Although Chi Lu had expected it, when she learned the exact answer from Jing Shuxing’s mouth, a bit of bitterness spread in her heart.

Even a tiger would not eat its cub, what kind of thoughts did Jiang Yumu, a genius formation cultivator, have to plant such an exquisite curse mark formation that could make her only son suffer worse than death?

A buzzing sound passed by her ear.

The floating light that Chi Lu sent out successfully broke into the formation eye, firmly blocking the outlet of the overflowing evil aura.

“It’s done.” Chi Lu hooked her fingertips, continuously pouring spiritual power into the formation eye. Sealing the formation eye of the curse mark formation was just a temporary solution. Before completing the mission set by the system, she could only forcibly stop the activation of the curse mark formation with her spiritual power.

Once the infused spiritual power was completely consumed, if she hadn’t gotten rid of the system yet, she would do it again.

She suddenly noticed Jing Shuxing’s gaze. Her hands didn’t stop moving, and she turned her head slightly. The white-robed swordsman stood beside her, his head slightly lowered, and his raven-black eyelashes were like a semi-circular fan, gently trembling.

Underneath the eyelashes, those ink-black eyes were blinking non-stop, watching her with extreme concentration.

The author has something to say:

Jing Shuxing: //// (Shy)

Chi Lu: Hands out a “good person” card.