After Cultivating With the Enemy

The dead silence spread in the courtyard, and Ji Chaoyun felt as if he had been pressed on a boulder, too heavy to breathe.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "So, the patriarch's wife died by your hands?"

"Yes."

"That's your biological mother!"

Bai Qiuyue raised her eyes to look at him, smiled lightly, and stood up with the white wall behind her.He just took a half step forward when he was stopped by a few magic soldiers.

Bai Qiuyue stared at the sharp sharp blade in her throat, and the arc of her mouth never fell: "Who said those were my parents? They just provided a reincarnation for my soul reincarnation. Their real son was long dead."

"Yan Huaqing told you that?"

Bai Qiuyue smiled and did not answer: "I said, I am very grateful and admire them. If it weren't for the fox clan's dedication to guarding, if it weren't for the persistence of the patriarch's wife, how would the plan of honor be realized?"

"You..." Ji Chaoyun's hands hanging down to his side tightened hard. It seems that only this way can he restrain the chill from his heart, "You are such a lunatic."

"Yeah, am I a lunatic?" Bai Qiuyue suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the sharpest blade closest to him.

The blood instantly slid off the blade and dripped into the soft grass.

Bai Qiuyue slowly rubbed the sharp blade with her fingertips, despite the texture being cut by the sharp blade: "Do you know why your fairyland has fallen into this field now? It is because you are too affectionate. The affection of the dearest family, the affection of the best friend... these Useless things are of no use except for being weak and fearful, so self-proclaimed."

Ji Chaoyun: "Do you really think you are a fairy clan?"

"Fairy clan? Do you rely on this Tianhu clan to expel the shell?" Bai Qiuyue said, "I didn't want this fairy bone for a long time. If it weren't for worrying about the plan to be revealed in advance, just relying on a few magic soldiers, How can you hold me?"

He tilted his head, his thin blood-stained lips grinned with a chilling smile: "I gave you a chance, Xiaolong, but your Feng Qi still hasn't returned until now. If that's the case, then you can't blame me."

"……excuse me."

His voice fell, and a hurricane suddenly blew up in the courtyard.

A powerful demon aura suddenly burst out of this body, and nine white foxtails stretched out from behind Bai Qiuyue, sweeping away, shaking away the divine soldiers surrounding him.

The change came too fast, and Shuofeng had only time to protect Ji Chaoyun from retreating quickly.

The two retreated to the bamboo couch, Shuofeng held his gun in front of Ji Chaoyun, and his throat was sweetened by the magical breath.

The group of divine soldiers closest to Bai Qiuyue had already fallen to the ground under the strong pressure.

Shuofeng opened a barrier to protect Ji Chaoyun in it, and said dumbly: "This magic breath... is Yan Huaqing."

Ji Chaoyun couldn't believe it: "How come..."

There was a mess in front of the courtyard, the hustle and bustle dispersed, and a string of shackles fell to the ground.

Bai Qiuyue rubbed her wrist casually, and the wound in her palm healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He didn't even look at the group of magic soldiers who fell on the ground, and stepped out of the crowd: "Xiaolong, we have been delayed for too long, come, come with me to Qingqiu."

Ji Chaoyun's face sank like water: "You and Yan Huaqing... share your cultivation base?"

"How can you say that it's a half-length body?" Bai Qiuyue said warmly, "Zun Shang taught me since I was a child, taught me martial arts, helped me practice, and now I will share my cultivation base with me, do you think I should return him?"

As he spoke, he had walked in front of Ji Chaoyun and Shuofeng.

"Now you know, why do I know that there are traps in Wenqu Peak, but still dare to come and look for you?" Bai Qiuyue smiled, and a faint red light appeared in his eyes, "In this entire fairyland, except for the god of the sky. Being able to compete with the superior, these...what are they?"

He raised his hands into claws and waved hard.

There was only a sound of breaking the barrier, Shuofeng was not able to resist, so he clamped on his throat with all his strength and lifted it up.

"Stop it!" Ji Chaoyun shouted loudly, meeting Bai Qiuyue's playful gaze.

"You are still so kind, Xiaolong." Bai Qiuyue said, "You know what I'm going to say, and you don't want people here to be buried for you, so go to Qingqiu with me obediently."

Ji Chaoyun closed his eyes: "Let him go, I promise you."

Bai Qiuyue smiled contentedly, throwing away the blushing wind, and almost knocked over the small case next to the bamboo couch.

Ji Chaoyun looked at him worriedly, Bai Qiuyue said casually: "Don't worry, you can't die, as long as you obediently——"

His voice stopped abruptly, a sharp sword pierced through his waist and abdomen, and the blood immediately stained large areas of plain white clothing.

Bai Qiuyue was taken aback for a moment, then looked up.

Ji Chaoyun's eyes were drooping, and he held a slender fairy sword in his right hand with a red golden phoenix pattern painted on the hilt.

"Red Feather Sword." Bai Qiuyue quickly recognized the sword. "It turns out that he left the Red Feather Sword to you. However, this thing can indeed hurt the Demon Race, but your cultivation level is too low. How to use it? The true power of the sword? Feng Qi wouldn't think that you can defeat me with this alone, right?"

"You have the highest cultivation base of the Demon Race. How can I be an enemy of you?" Ji Chaoyun's voice is calm, "But you have predicted something wrong."

Ji Chaoyun raised his eyes to look at him, and said gently: "Do you think that only you can perform the technique of sharing cultivation?"

When his voice fell, Akabane Jianfeng suddenly increased his spiritual power.A more powerful and extremely pure spiritual power covers the sword.

Bai Qiuyue's face changed instantly.

He retreated quickly, drew the blade from the flesh, and brought out a string of blood beads.Ji Chaoyun made a slight pause, then swung his sword towards him.

Ji Chaoyun's sword power has always been strong and compelling, and he is even more fierce with the blessing of divine power.In an instant, he approached Bai Qiuyue's side, Bai Qiuyue drew a sword to block, and the two quickly made a few moves.

The peaceful courtyard of the past has become a mess, two very different sword auras are flying in all directions, and none of the surrounding flower beds are spared.

Although Bai Qiuyue was wounded by a sword, he still possessed Yan Huaqing's demon clan skills, and he was not at all disadvantaged to Chaoyun last season.

On the contrary, Ji Chaoyun gradually slowed down under the high-intensity response.

The two who were fighting didn't notice, but one of them got up from the ground with difficulty.

"The son hides!"

Shuofeng yelled, and Ji Chaoyun only felt something flying from behind.He leaned sideways keenly to avoid it, and his surrounding light swept over the thing thrown by the wind.

It was the soup that Shuo Fengduan gave Ji Chaoyun earlier.

Bai Qiuyue subconsciously raised her hand to block it, and the soup cup was claws formed by his left hand, one claw crushed, and all the soup medicine that had not been finished was spilled on the back of his hand.

"This--!" As if being burned by a fire, Bai Qiuyue looked down, and where his left hand was splashed with the soup, the skin and flesh were quickly corroded to black, even spreading.

Even Ji Chaoyun was stunned: "What is this..."

Shuofeng's eyes were erratic, staring at the small case that was overturned by him, it seemed that it was not him who had just thrown the soup cup.

Bai Qiuyue quickly tapped a few acupuncture points on her shoulders and arms, barely restraining the spread of her injuries: "Refining medicine with God's blood...he really cares about you."

"God blood..."

Bai Qiuyue's face was as pale as paper, and she chuckled, "No matter, I'm a bad move today, Xiaolong, we will see you another day."

After he said this, his body turned into a blue smoke and disappeared in place.

Ji Chaoyun's tight body relaxed, he staggered a step, the surging breath in his abdomen affected the spiritual core and turned into a dull sting.

"Um..." Ji Chaoyun snorted and was caught from behind.

Shuofeng stabilized Ji Chaoyun and walked toward the bedroom: "The son is holding on, and the gods will be back soon."

Ji Chaoyun was supported by Shuofeng and lay back on the bed. He pulled the sleeve of the other party: "God blood...what the hell is going on?"

Shuofeng's eyes dodged: "Don't talk, now you need to rest..."

"Tell me." Ji Chaoyun's eyes sank and said coldly, "I said okay with Feng Qiming, leaving the soldiers in ambush, sharing the power of cultivation base, enough to deal with Bai Qiuyue until he comes back, why is there an extra blood? ?"

"This..." Shuofeng wandered around and suddenly raised his hand to pinch a magic trick.

The crimson light immersed in Ji Zhaoyun's eyebrows, he opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, his consciousness sank into the deep darkness.

"...You cast spells on him?! You know what his body is like now, he won't be able to wake up, I'm asking you!" Ji Chaoyun opened his eyes in a daze, and heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door.

He turned his head to see the old man with white hair and white beard sitting on the side of the bed.

The medical sage was obviously relieved and let go of the hand pressing on Ji Chaoyun's spiritual veins: "The son is finally awake, but what's the discomfort?"

Ji Chaoyun shook his head.

"That's fine." The medical sage slowly said, "You don't have to worry, the fetus in the abdomen has stabilized now, so you can rest a few days and nothing will happen."

Just as Ji Zhaoyun was about to say something, the door was opened, and three figures walked into the house.

Feng Qi walked ahead, Shuofeng and Tianshu followed closely behind.The medical sage got up and bowed to Feng Qi, and quickly backed away to get away.

Feng Qi strode to the bed and asked anxiously, "I finally woke up, how do you feel, will you still feel uncomfortable?"

Ji Chaoyun looked at him silently without answering.

The atmosphere inside the house became a little weird inexplicably, and the few people looked at each other, but the medical sage calmly said: "The old man first go outside and prescribe some elixir for the son."

He took the two of them to close the door and leave. Feng Qi sat down by the bed and took Ji Chaoyun's hand: "Xiaolong, I am very worried."

Ji Chaoyun turned his head and didn't look at him: "The gods have done several protections, so what is there to worry about."

"..." Feng Qi swallowed and smiled dryly, "You know all about it."

Ji Chaoyun sat up suddenly, so scared that Feng Qi quickly stabilized him.

"Feng Qi!" Ji Chaoyun said annoyed. "You want to take your heart and blood to make medicine, why don't you discuss it with me?"

Feng Qi looked at him innocently, but was no match for Ji Chaoyun's sullen expression, and whispered: "If I discuss with you, can you agree?"

"You know that I won't agree, so you still do it?" Ji Chaoyun said, "Do you know how much your cultivation level will be damaged if you take the hard work?"

Feng Qi knew that he was wrong, lowered his eyes and said softly, "But I am worried about you."

"If it weren't for the situation, how could I agree to your and uncle's suggestion and use you as bait." Feng Qi said, "I can put all my troops on Wenqu Peak, or I can give you all my divine power, but I Still don't worry."

He rubbed Ji Chaoyun's profile with his fingertips, and gently said, "If something happens to you, wouldn't it be my life?"

Ji Chaoyun's heart suddenly softened, and his voice slowed down a lot: "Then you can't do this..."

He grabbed Feng Qi's sleeve and asked, "Is your injury healed? Will his cultivation level be greatly affected?"

"No, don't worry."

Feng Qi was about to say something when the door was knocked gently.

He thought for a moment, and said: "I will go out first, and you will lie down for a while. The current situation...I will tell you when I come back."

"it is good."

Feng Qi lowered his head and kissed Ji Chaoyun's forehead lightly, and got up and left the bedroom.

He stepped out of the room, and the three people were still waiting there, all silent, especially Tianshu's expression was extremely solemn.

Feng Qi asked: "What?"

Tianshu sighed and said in a low voice: "I just received the news that Bai Qiuyue faked the news of the Fairy Domain Alliance rally. Now, more than half of the immortal families in the Xianyu have reached Qingqiu, and then there is no trace of them. I have gone to the capital now. They are the high-ranking or rising stars of the various sects, if something really happened to them..."

"Asshole!" Feng Qi whispered and said, "Uncle first contact the elder brother, we must take measures as soon as possible to rescue everyone trapped in Qingqiu."

Tianshu nodded: "I'm going now, but your body..."

Feng Qi quickly stopped his words.He glanced into the room subconsciously, and saw that there was no movement in the room, then raised his hand to hold his heart, his lips faintly pale.

"I'm okay." Feng Qi said, "It's just that the vitality is somewhat damaged, and it will be restored in a few days, and it won't interfere."

Tianshu paused for a while, but finally he just sighed and turned to leave.

The medical sage formulated a prescription for the elixir and gave it to Feng Qi. Feng Qi wanted to let Shuofeng send him away, but the medical sage said: "God, the old man has to remind you. Take the blood wounds in your heart and cultivate your vitality. These days , I'm afraid you can no longer transmit spiritual power for the son."

"...The war is coming, you can't be careless."

Feng Qi was startled.

He silently greeted the medical sage and walked out of the courtyard, until he walked out of the hospital door, he whispered: "But Chaoyun his body...I can't leave it alone."

The medical sage dodged his eyes, as if a little difficult to say: "Actually... there is another way to replenish spiritual power."

Feng Qi asked quickly: "What should I do?"

The medical sage's expression seemed to be frozen for a moment, and then he glanced at Feng Qi reproachfully.

He lowered his head and rummaged in the cloth pocket he carried, pulled out a thin book, and stuffed it into Feng Qi's arms, and said with a serious face: "According to this, just move lightly. I need to teach this old man..."

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After finishing speaking, before Feng Qi had a reaction, the Medical Sage turned around and muttered something, and left quickly.

Feng Qi was confused and opened the book.

After a while, Feng Qi closed the booklet, his ears turned red quietly.

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Medical Sage: Ask what to do???This god is afraid it's not bad.