EBE Chapter 381 Slapping the Face of the World-Destroying Dragon 9
Chapter 381 Slapping the Face of the World-Destroying Dragon 9
Chapter 381 Slapping the Face of the World-Destroying Flood Dragon 9
Seeing that Mo Yu's thoughts were all on Leng Yuexing, Qing Yue coughed lightly and said, "Alright, our acquaintance can be considered official."
"I will keep you informed as soon as anything happens!"
"I'll be going now, you guys can continue exploring."
After Qingyue finished speaking, he turned around and left in the direction he had come from, as he still needed to go back and deal with the dispute from earlier.
After Qingyue left, Moyu led Leng Yuexing to a shop on the street corner.
This shop sells items unique to the Spirit Race, among which a pair of golden bells particularly caught Leng Yuexing's attention.
He couldn't resist picking up the bell to look at it, and the shopkeeper came over to him solicitously.
“You have excellent taste. These bells are made of wind crystal. If you shake one of them, the other will also ring and can even transmit messages.”
"There's only one pair of bells like this in the world. After all, wind crystals are rare, and bells this big are even rarer!" the shopkeeper enthusiastically promoted.
Leng Yuexing shook the bell as the shopkeeper had instructed, and sure enough, the other bell rang the next moment.
He handed one of the bells to Mo Yu, and then walked to the side and spoke to the bell.
His voice was clearly transmitted to Mo Yu through another bell.
Seeing that Leng Yuexing liked it, Mo Yu bought the bell.
Looking at the phone from another world in her hand, Leng Yuexing couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing Leng Yuexing's smiling face, Mo Yu asked in a low voice, "Do you like this bell that much?"
Leng Yuexing gently shook the bell in her hand. "Don't you think this bell is very convenient? We can use it to contact each other no matter where we are."
Mo Yu nodded, "It is indeed very special."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly wrapped his arms around Leng Yuexing's waist and, with a little force, pressed her tightly against his broad chest.
At this moment, the two were so close that they could almost feel each other's warm breath. Leng Yuexing raised an eyebrow and looked at Mo Yu.
Mo Yu leaned down slightly, parted his lips, and whispered in Leng Yuexing's ear, "But how could I possibly let you leave my side?"
"So, this bell is a bit of a double-edged sword for us."
"But if you like it, I'll buy it even if it's useless."
Leng Yuexing chuckled softly, "Then thank you very much, Lord Moyu."
Mo Yu chuckled softly, then leaned down and gently kissed Leng Yuexing's ear. "Soon, you'll know my identity during the Spirit Clan Grand Competition."
Leng Yuexing didn't actually care about Mo Yu's identity; no matter what Mo Yu's identity was, he wouldn't mind.
If Mo Yu wants to tell him later, then he will wait.
After that, the two finished shopping at the remaining shops and returned to the villa under the cover of night.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking and the sun had not yet fully risen, they got up early to prepare to once again immerse themselves in arduous cultivation.
Mo Yu knew that if he wanted to recover his strength before the Spirit Clan Grand Competition, he had to work even harder during this period.
In stark contrast to them were Qingwen and Bailuo.
Qingwen took Bailu back to the Jiao clan. Because Qingwen was an illegitimate child, his residence was different from that of the eldest son, Qingyue. His house was small and dilapidated.
Looking at the house in front of him, which was even worse than his own, Bai Luo felt very disappointed, but when he thought of Qing Wen being a dragon, he felt relieved.
If Qingwen becomes number one in the Spirit Race Grand Competition, they will be able to escape their current circumstances and have more exquisite housing.
Thinking about the Spirit Clan Grand Competition gave Bai Luo even greater motivation.
He urged Qingwen to cultivate his spiritual power, but Qingwen used the excuse of running errands to go out and find his old friend.
Although he was a dragon, most of his spiritual power had been forcibly increased by consuming pills.
With less than a month until the Spirit Clan Grand Competition, he was already looking for a shortcut to quickly increase his spiritual power, and naturally there was no faster way than taking spiritual medicine.
He planned to buy elixirs from a member of the Spirit Clan he knew.
He also found a way to make the spiritual power in the elixir completely his own: by circulating his own spiritual power through his partner, he could then make that power completely his own.
Qingwen knew that by using this method to enhance his spiritual power, he could definitely surpass Moyu, who had been cultivating diligently for a month.
When he returned to his residence with the pills, Bai Luo had already cleaned all the rooms.
Upon seeing Qingwen return, Bai Luo greeted him with a smile, "Husband, you're finally back."
"I've prepared dinner, let's eat together."
Bai Luo looked at Qing Wen expectantly. He knew that his aptitude was not high and that he could only help Qing Wen to a limited extent, so he wanted to curry favor with him in other ways.
Holding the pill in his hand, Qing Wen, for the first time ever, spoke to Bai Luo with a gentle and kind expression.
"You said you like me, so are you willing to do anything for me?"
Bai Luo was overjoyed. He thought Qing Wen had finally accepted him. He happily said, "Of course! I would do anything for my husband!"
“Alright, after I finish taking the pill, I will circulate the spiritual energy through your body before returning it to mine,” Qingwen said matter-of-factly.
Bai Luo's face turned pale. "When someone else's spiritual energy circulates within your body, it causes unbearable pain, like ants gnawing at your body."
He reached out and tugged at Qingwen's sleeve. "Could we try a different approach? How about we cultivate individually or choose to cultivate together?"
Qingwen flicked Bai Luo's hand away and glared at him angrily, saying, "Didn't you just say you were willing to do anything for me? How come you're not even willing to do this little thing?"
Bai Luo was on the verge of tears, "But it hurts too much, I... I can't bear it..."
As Bai Luo spoke, he turned and ran towards the door; he didn't want to endure that kind of pain.
But in the instant he turned around, Qing Wen grabbed him. Qing Wen gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you running? If you help me and make me the first place in the Spirit Clan Grand Competition, won't you also benefit from it?"
"Listen to me carefully, we're in this together, you have to help me whether you want to or not!"
After Qingwen finished speaking, he forcibly dragged Bai Luo back into the house.
The next moment, a shrill scream came from the room.
Qingwen frowned deeply as he looked at Bai Luo, who was in pain, and then set up a soundproof barrier in the room.
Bai Luo felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his body the moment Qing Wen's spiritual energy entered him, causing him unbearable pain.
He cried and begged Qingwen to let him go, but Qingwen ignored him and instead increased the amount of spiritual energy he poured into him.
Not long after, Bai Luo fainted from the pain.
Even so, Qingwen did not let go of him.
He only stopped channeling spiritual energy into Bai Luo after he had absorbed all the spiritual energy from the pills in the bottle.
He felt the increased spiritual power in his body, equivalent to the spiritual power he had gained from three days of arduous cultivation, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.