Chapter 248 Spirit Snake
You have to hold on even if you can't!
Zhao Yushu is not an old eunuch, and he cannot absorb the enemy's spiritual power silently. Whether it is cultivation or related comprehension, Old Zhao is far behind. Even if the spiritual power vortex is spinning wildly, he can only deal with a rookie at yesterday's level.
Then with a cracking sound, Zhao Yushu's left arm was still broken after he had tried every way to relieve the force, and blood spurted out of his palm.
The spiritual power of the lake god that Minghong absorbed was used to dissipate the force of the sword, preventing his hand from being cut off directly. The spiritual power of the mountain god was used to repair the wound desperately.
The cost was high, but the benefits were great.
The scholar's sword was held in his left hand, and the spiritual power attached to the sword finally reached a balance with the continuous consumption of the vortex.
The scholar reacted quickly. He immediately looked at Zhao Yushu's right hand, grabbed the sword with his left hand, and naturally used his right hand to attack.
He guessed wrong.
Zhao Yushu did not attack with his right hand, but instead took the opportunity to grasp the sword blade.
From both hands, two vortexes of spiritual energy spurted out in opposite directions, this time not to dissipate but to infuse.
The spiritual power surged into the sword from the tip like a tide, like two dragons twisting a pillar. The scholar only felt a pain in his right hand, and it seemed that two spiritual snakes were coiling around the sword and biting it, even running along his arm straight to his heart.
The scholar was horrified and instinctively wanted to drop his sword, but the two spiritual powers had already entangled his arms. It would take at least a breath to force himself free, and it would be too late in a breath.
With a snap, the fine steel sword shattered into pieces. The scholar fell to the ground, holding his right arm, his whole body trembling, unable to utter a word.
Zhao Yushu shook the blood off his hands and raised the corners of his mouth.
The old eunuch absorbs other people's spiritual power for his own use, and once he gets stuck, he can't get rid of it; Bujie absorbs other people's spiritual power to replenish his magic tools. Although he is also invincible, others still have a chance to leave.
But I did the opposite. I didn't absorb but infused it. Anyway, my spiritual power was far beyond that of people at the same level. Most cultivators couldn't withstand the sudden burst of infusion. If they were unlucky, their dantian would be broken directly. If they were lucky, I would give you some more poison that Chengying would absorb.
"It looks like I won." Zhao Yushu squatted down and looked at the scholar: "You are amazing. You actually broke your own arm to escape. Your reaction is quite fast, but don't you feel any pain?"
The scholar snorted coldly and said nothing.
"I don't have time to wait for you until tomorrow. Go ahead and tell your college that I will be out after dinner tonight. If you can't come, don't come."
After Zhao Yushu finished speaking, he turned and left. The expression on his face suddenly became extremely interesting. There were two deep cuts on his hands that were visible to the bone. It was so painful.
The reason why I don’t want to wait until tomorrow is because every moment longer will add more pressure from the teacher. Similarly, I have to wait until tonight because I need to recover to my best condition.
Minghong mobilized the spiritual power of both gods to constantly repair his wounds. Zhao Yushu lay on the straw, carefully recalling his insights from the battle.
A vortex of spiritual power appeared in his hand, and then slowly changed into a rotating cyclone like a stream of water. If there was nothing to cling to, it would be like his own divine sword, only able to extend about one foot outward. But if there was something to cling to, it would be like a poisonous snake.
Before, he relied on the vortex of spiritual power to drain the opponent's spiritual power, but after he trained this spiritual power snake, others were forced to consume his spiritual power. As long as the opponent's cultivation level was not much higher than his, once he was entangled by him, at least one arm's combat effectiveness would be gone.
As for myself, I have never practiced dual wielding, so I can switch between magic weapons very quickly. I will launch a sneak attack first. If the sneak attack fails, I will stick to the opponent with my left hand and poke with the sword in my right hand. Moreover, if I use Madam Xu's spiritual power to stick to the opponent, the feeling of being cut into pieces is so painful just thinking about it.
Let’s see if Chang’an Academy can give me a surprise tonight.
"We found out!" When Lan Ling just returned to the inn, she saw Sanniang waving at her upstairs. The first sentence she heard after entering the door was the good news.
In the past few days, the four of them were divided into two teams. Sanniang pretended to be Bujie's disciple and followed Bujie to tell fortunes and read faces for dignitaries. Anyway, although there were few women who practiced Buddhism with their hair untied these days, it was not shocking.
Bujie's old face gave him a lot of credibility out of thin air. In addition, since the two of them only wanted to eat and didn't charge any money, it was easy for them to get along with some petty dignitaries and easily get a lot of gossip.
Lan Ling, disguised as a noble lady, took Black Deer to wander around high-end cosmetics, tailor and jewelry shops to obtain information.
Hei Lu pretended to be the Kunlun slave she bought. In order to make it more realistic, Hei Lu's newly sprouted stubble was shaved off. After all, Kunlun slaves had to be castrated in those days.
"The family we visited today is owned by a professor at Chang'an Academy. We ran into him on his way home at noon. After some indirect questioning, we learned that two godly figures had been beaten up in their academy for two consecutive days. They were beaten very badly." Sanniang described the situation vividly, as if she was the one who beat the people.
"Zhao Yushu?" Lan Ling asked hurriedly.
Bujie nodded: "Although I didn't say the name directly, they may not know, but it should be him, because the professor was still cursing in the yard. He is just a prisoner. A good Xijing person insisted on going to Dongdu to study. I remember that Senior Brother Zhao is from Xijing."
Lan Ling let out a long sigh: "It should be correct, then do you know where he is being held?"
Sanniang and Bujie looked at each other, both a little hesitant.
"Isn't it hard to find out?"
Bujie shook his head and said, "I heard about it. They said it was the Heavenly Prison. But we went to the Heavenly Prison and it didn't look like there were any monks imprisoned there."
Lan Ling was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"The guards outside the gate are all mortals, and prisoners and jailers come in and out from time to time. If a monk is locked up, it would be too easy to cause chaos."
Lan Ling frowned: "Could it be another prison, such as the one in Wannian County?"
Xijing has a population of millions, so one prison cell is certainly not enough. Not only does Chang'an County and Wannian County in Xijing have their own separate prisons, but even the six ministries have many private prisons, not to mention the imperial city or the Jinwu Guard's garrison.
"That shouldn't be the case. The professor's family said that his master went to pick him up from the academy early in the morning and came back before lunch. He should be very close. Let's go to his house and ask." Sanniang stood up, but was held down by Lan Ling.
"It's easy to get noticed if you pay too much attention. Let me think about it."
"Master Lan, if we know where he is, how can we save him?" Bujie interrupted Lan Ling's thoughts.
"Don't save him yet."
"Help! Friend!" Black Deer was anxious and interrupted quickly.
Lan Ling waved her hand: "I was just wondering why the people from Chang'an Academy were beaten so badly by him."
Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of his three companions, Lan Ling sighed: "The people from Chang'an Academy should be responsible for guarding him. He is a prisoner and has now entered Chang'an. He certainly has no chance to escape. Besides, the old immortal has also arrived in Chang'an. He only needs to wait for the academy to take action. Why would he beat up the guards at this time? And he beat up two of them in a row."
"Maybe they had a fight?" Sanniang gave a reason.
"No, he's not that kind of person. I think he might be trying to attract someone's attention."