EBE #365 - Knowing the truth, I was furious
#365 - Knowing the truth, I was furious
Night Bitong's expression grew increasingly cold. He stared at the Old Devil, his voice devoid of any warmth: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Then, I can only completely suppress you and erase your existence."
Hearing this, the Old Devil was frightened and begged for mercy: "Master, you can't do this! Keeping me is very useful for this book. I will now confess to the master that there are indeed two formations here. As long as the two are combined, they will definitely exert their powerful power, enough to seriously injure a Core Formation stage cultivator."
Night Bitong sneered, his eyes like knives: "Why didn't you say it earlier? As expected, you harbor evil intentions and don't want the formations to merge at all. You just want to stay out of it and eventually escape from this book to live freely. What I said is what you're thinking, isn't it?"
The Old Devil looked like a deflated ball, dejectedly saying: "Master is wise. I... I was thinking that way. But I didn't expect to be seen through by the master. Since that's the case, then I will obediently submit to the master."
Night Bitong snorted coldly, obviously half-believing the Old Devil's words: "I don't believe a word you say. Does Li Bai know your plan? He wholeheartedly pursues Confucianism and doesn't care for devils like you, so I guess you deliberately leaked information about the power of the curse to him, making him think that you are an ominous book, a chicken rib that is inauspicious to use and a pity to discard. In the end, he threw you to Qinghui. Am I right?"
The Old Devil's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and the flames flickered, appearing unusually agitated: "Master, you are truly far-sighted, everything is under your control. That's right, I did it on purpose. Their Confucianism emphasizes being upright and convincing people with virtue. I just wanted him to see the power of the curse inside, so that he would stay away from me out of respect. That way, I would have a chance to escape, slowly refine my power, and one day my strength would increase by leaps and bounds, and I could escape from this book to live freely. But now that the master has changed to you, I will never have such a chance again."
Night Bitong sneered, interrupting the Old Devil: "You and Li Bai may still have reason to talk, but with me, I don't care about those formalities. Those who obey me prosper, and those who oppose me die. Old Devil, now I give you two choices: first, I will kill you; second, you worship me as your true master."
The Old Devil pondered for a moment and finally knelt down in front of Night Bitong, offering a wisp of soul fire: "Old Devil pays respects to the master! This is my soul fire. As long as the master refines it, he can control my life and death."
With a thought, Night Bitong, the flame fell into his hand.
He observed it carefully and found that it did indeed contain the Old Devil's aura. After confirming that it was correct, he immediately cast a small magic formation, like a dream, and suppressed the soul fire within it. "Okay, now you can be considered one of us."
Night Bitong parted his vermilion lips and slowly drew out two ancient and long-lasting formation jade slips from his sleeve. They seemed to carry thousands of years of wisdom and mystery. In an instant, a vast and ancient aura permeated, quietly infiltrating the Nameless Heavenly Book.
Upon seeing this, the Old Devil's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly dissuaded: "Master, please wait! These two formations are counterfeit. Merging them rashly will not only fail to help, but will also add to the chaos. Moreover, it will take a lot of trouble to find a real formation to replace them."
Hearing this, Night Bitong's lips curled into a playful smile, and with a 'puchi' sound, he chuckled: "Old Devil, it seems that you have completely surrendered to me. This action is just a small test of you."
After saying that, he casually discarded the two counterfeit formations aside, his smile full of confidence and cunning, "I originally wanted to use these counterfeits to play around with Li Chengfeng, but who would have thought that fate would play tricks on me and the Nameless Heavenly Book would fall into my hands? Wouldn't it be great to directly curse him to death? It's a one-time solution with no future troubles."
Hearing this, the Old Devil quickly bowed, his tone full of awe: "Master's wisdom is unparalleled. How can people like Li Chengfeng be compared to you?"
Night Bitong smiled slightly, and with a flip of his wrist, two sets of formation scrolls exuding an even richer ancient aura and poetic rhythm appeared—the upper and lower volumes of the Nine Profound Dragon Formation. Not only were they covered in traces of time, but they also possessed the elegance of poetry. They were undoubtedly genuine.
The Old Devil secretly rejoiced, muttering to himself: "Fortunately, the master is wise and ordered me to be patient and not act rashly. Otherwise, if I had recklessly escaped at the time of the counterfeits, wouldn't I have failed the master's deep plan?"
Just at this moment, Night Bitong used a secret method to slowly inject these two sets of genuine formations into the Nameless Heavenly Book. With a loud 'buzz', an unprecedentedly majestic power suddenly erupted, shaking the surrounding space, and Night Bitong had to retreat repeatedly to stabilize his figure.
Seeing this, the Old Devil hurriedly reminded: "Master, quickly merge with me into this book and guide this power, lest it get out of control and hurt you in the slightest."
After saying that, he turned into a black shadow and quickly disappeared into the Nameless Heavenly Book, intending to assist Night Bitong in controlling this sudden power.
Night Bitong nodded in approval and was about to take further action, but unexpectedly, the Nameless Heavenly Book suddenly shone brightly, and a huge vortex formed in the center, instantly devouring all the light and aura.
The Old Devil's voice came from the depths of the vortex, with a hint of triumph and arrogance: "Little girl, you are still too young. These two formations now belong to me. Remember, I am not the Old Devil, but the Karma Devil!"
The sudden change made Night Bitong burn with anger. He had never expected that his lifelong caution would still fall into the Karma Devil's calculations.
However, she did not let anger cloud her mind. In the blink of an eye, she had teleported to the center of the hall, coldly watching the slowly rotating teleportation vortex that was trying to escape.
"Karma Devil, I will remember you." Night Bitong's voice was as cold as ice, with an unquestionable determination, "In my Little Green Mountain, you don't even think about escaping. Your teleportation technique is wonderful, but it's only a mile or two away. Do you think you can escape?"
Before he finished speaking, the Karma Devil's head actually emerged from the Nameless Heavenly Book, with a smug smile on his face: "A mile or two is enough. I have completed my mission, it's time to close the net."
As he spoke, the Nameless Heavenly Book flew up on its own and went straight to Li Chengfeng, who was quietly watching the battle, and fell steadily into his hands.
Li Chengfeng took the Heavenly Book, his eyes swept over the formations within, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with excitement.
Seeing this, Night Bitong suddenly understood and was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices. It turned out that he had been played by Li Bai all along, and he angrily rebuked: "Good, you Li Chengfeng, so you have been coveting my Nine Profound Dragon Formation all along, and deliberately set up this trap to lure me into it!"
Li Chengfeng shook his head gently, his smile gentle and elegant: "Miss Ye is too serious. Li Chengfeng has always acted with virtue and convinced people. It's just that this formation is too precious, and I really can't resist its temptation."
Night Bitong laughed in anger and ordered: "Qinghui, capture him for me!"
However, Qinghui did not act immediately, but turned to face Night Bitong, with a magic weapon with flowing light in his hand—a talisman brush. Runes flowed on this writing brush, revealing an extraordinary aura.
As he spoke, Qinghui pointed suddenly, and the writing brush turned into a dazzling light, directly striking Night Bitong.
And Night Bitong was not willing to show weakness, and with a wave of his hand, countless formation runes intertwined into a net, the world changed color, and a heat wave rolled out, rushing towards Qinghui.
The two forces collided fiercely in the air, the waves of the great river intertwined with the heat wave, and the roar was deafening.
However, at this critical moment, Qinghui's talisman brush revealed amazing power. A great river came to life under his brush, with turbulent waves, and confronted the heat wave head-on, actually forcibly repelling the heat wave.
Seeing this, Qinghui's expression changed slightly, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Qinghui never expected that Night Bitong's strength would be so powerful, and he never expected that his powerful talisman brush would end up in such a state.