Chapter 2477 - 2475: Fairy Raises Her Sword
The Mosquito Daoist was evidently angered by Little Yuanchu, his black robe fluttered, revealing a pointed mouth. The three-petal lotus platform beneath him shimmered with golden light, and the Blood God Spear he had personally forged from a lotus violently trembled, with a thunderous roar, once more striking fiercely at Little Yuanchu’s Ruyi barrier.
A ’buzz’ sounded as the Ruyi barrier flickered with a hint of green light, effortlessly dissolving the heaven-breaking force into oblivion.
The Bald Dog below gritted his teeth and exclaimed, "Grandpa’s! Where on earth did this damn mosquito come from, and why does he possess the Buddha Master’s golden lotus?"
The Earth-sprouting Golden Lotus, sitting atop it, incurs no energy loss.
No matter how much power is exerted, the Mosquito Daoist experiences no energy depletion.
He glared viciously at the Bald Dog, shouting furiously, "You filthy dog, how dare you insult your venerable Mosquito Ancestor. When your ancestor roamed the Primordial Wild, your dog ancestors were still in their mother’s womb drinking amniotic fluid!"
The Bald Dog bared his teeth with a shout, "Son, how much liquor did you drink to boast this loudly? Roaming the Primordial Wild, why don’t you go and call the Saints your brothers?"
The Mosquito Daoist laughed coldly, "You guessed right, the Western Saints and Netherworld Saints are indeed my brothers. Even the blood of those Saints, I’ve drunk it before. If you’re afraid of dying, bring out that little child, and I might spare your lives and even ensure your prosperity in the Immortal Realm."
"Blow your mosquito stink eighteen generations away!"
The Bald Dog cursed loudly.
Chu Feng also raised his spear, shouting at the Mosquito Daoist, "If you’re brave, let’s go to Jade Isle, we’ll see how much face your Saint brother really has."
"Do you truly think the ancestor can’t trap you? Even if the ancestor can’t kill you, I won’t let you escape!"
The black robe on the Mosquito Daoist spread out, transforming into a cloak that fell over Chu Feng and the group.
This black robe conceals a universe, capable of evolving into a cosmic space.
Trapped inside, one must remain within forever unless they possess heaven-breaking power to escape.
"You damn mosquito, I must chop you into mosquito sauce..."
Little Yuanchu protected Chu Feng, preparing to escape by earth burrowing, yet the surroundings were sealed by a black space.
The Mosquito Daoist sat upon the void lotus dais, coldly smiling, "Little ones, grandpa really can’t deal with you now."
They were trapped by the Mosquito Daoist, but the power of the Three-Treasure Jade Ruyi was immense.
His cape could only trap them in place but could not carry them elsewhere.
The Mosquito Daoist pondered in the air, planning to trap them for ten days to half a month, then wait for their power to deplete.
Lin Yingying urgently watched and fretted in the mirror, urging Long Fei quickly, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry to the Immortal Realm to help your son!"
Just as she called out, a white-robed woman appeared in the mirror, wielding a sword, shouting coquettishly at the Mosquito Daoist, "Mosquito Daoist, do you recognize me?"
The Mosquito Daoist stared for a moment, then exclaimed in fright, "You, Qiongxiao brat?"
"You’re not senile yet!"
The woman’s long sword lifted, scolding the Mosquito Daoist, "You took advantage of the Deification Catastrophe, killed my senior Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, slaughtered sect disciples by countless numbers, today we settle this!"
Her long hair danced, the emerald green sword in her hand swiftly slashed out, first striking at the Mosquito Daoist’s black robe.
The sword qi tore through the sky, revealing blossoming Green Lotus Dharma Laksana.
A flash later, cut across the Mosquito Daoist’s black robe.
With a sizzle, a tear appeared in the Mosquito Daoist’s robe, from which a Mysterious Light emanated, allowing Little Yuanchu and the others to escape together.
The Mosquito Daoist cried out in shock, "Is your master going to stir trouble again? You even brought out the Qingping Sword?"
"This sword belongs to me, what does it have to do with my master?"
The woman’s skirt swirled, the sword qi in the air slicing in an arc, entangling the Mosquito Daoist.
The Mosquito Daoist knew the sword’s power well, unwilling to tangle further; he sat on a golden lotus protecting himself, with a buzz, endured some sword qi, breaking through the sword qi arc.
He coldly gazed at the woman with a shout, "Today in your Jade Isle’s territory, the ancestor spares you all, let’s meet another day."
The golden lotus flickered, and the Mosquito Daoist disappeared into the void.
Below, a group of people stared dumbly at the woman, unable to recover their wits for a long time.
It was Little Yuanchu who first exclaimed, "Second Mother!"
The woman sheathed her long sword, descended gracefully, and smiled warmly at them, "Everyone, it’s been a long time."
Little Yuanchu stowed his Jade Ruyi, joyfully laughing and hugging her.
Chu Feng and the others chuckled dryly and swallowed, asking, "Are you Little Ya?"
"Yes!"
The woman smiled, pursed her lips, and spun with her hand, "What, did I gain weight or become darker?"
"No!"
"No!"
The crowd chuckled uncertainly, "But just now that Daoist clearly called you Qiongxiao?"
Wang Xiaoya laughed cheerfully, "It doesn’t matter, I am Little Ya now."
She picked up Little Yuanchu and beckoned Chu Feng and the others, "Let’s go to Jade Isle quickly, that mosquito is crafty; if he finds support, it will be hard for us to deal with him."
Chu Feng and the others nodded and followed Wang Xiaoya away.
With the interference of the Saintly aura in Jade Isle, the bronze mirror of Long Fei and Lin Yingying lost the image.
Long Fei glanced at Lin Yingying, her eyes were red, she grabbed Long Fei’s arm and murmured, "Who could have thought, the second sister regained her memory too. We’ve spent so many years adrift in the mortal world, it’s been so difficult."
Her memories from several lifetimes tangled together, shaking her immortal heart, and she couldn’t help crying helplessly.
Long Fei held her close, stroked her head in comfort, "It will be fine, everything will be fine."
They spent a night in the small courtyard; next morning, Lin Shanshan hurried over, pushed open the door, and shouted, "Brother-in-law, the Kylins have returned."
Long Fei was sitting on the sofa in the house, Lin Yingying was asleep sweetly in his embrace.
Upon seeing, Lin Shanshan turned around quickly, her face blushing crimson.
Long Fei woke Lin Yingying, laughed at Lin Shanshan, "Why so red-faced, we didn’t do anything."
"The wind outside isn’t good for you!"
Lin Shanshan awkwardly touched her face, ran out saying, "You wash up, I’ll fetch the Little Kirin."
Long Fei and Lin Yingying chuckled; at their level, no worldly dust could cling to them, and they didn’t need to wash.
Yet out of Lin Yingying’s long-standing habit, she went to wash her face and tidy up.
Long Fei picked some bamboo leaves outside the courtyard and brewed a pot of tea.
Even before the Little Kirin’s arrival, their voices came first, "Such fragrant tea, truly Father’s returned."
A group of young people joyfully followed Lin Shanshan over, their mouths grinning widely upon seeing Long Fei.
Lin Shanshan handed them over to Long Fei and went inside to find her sister, teasingly asking, "Sis, what did you and brother-in-law do last night?"
Lin Yingying patted her face, glanced at her and said, "What could we do? Chat and sleep!"
Lin Shanshan whispered, "Did you do that?"
"Get lost!"
Lin Yingying laughed and cursed, sitting on the sofa, "Immortals have no emotions or desires; they don’t need that."
"What?"
Lin Shanshan sat beside her, lamenting, "Then becoming immortal is really boring?"
Lin Yingying turned to look at her, utterly speechless.