Chapter 890: The Secret Of Immortal Dao (3)
Li Yiyun hurried over as Li Xiaofei’s palm started to glow golden. He flicked his finger, and a strand of sword qi shot into Li Yiyun’s body. Li Yiyun let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two more streams of sword qi followed, piercing into Kou Zhengyang and Yang Zhao.
The moment the energy entered them, both men felt a searing pain coursing through their entire bodies. A sharp and potent force surged through their limbs and bones. Their meridians were being expanded, but it felt like they were being burned alive from within.
They both knew their master would never harm them, so they sat cross-legged and began to cultivate using the breathing technique they had just learned. They guided the fierce energy now raging inside them. It was painful, agonizing even. But beneath the pain, there was anticipation.
That session of cultivation lasted for another half a day. A delicate layer of black filth began to ooze out from the pores of the three cultivators. It coated their bodies like sticky tar, forming a dark shell over their skin.
Meanwhile, Li Xiaofei reclined leisurely on a chair in the courtyard, a cup of tea in hand. He rocked gently as he basked in the quiet comfort. It had nearly been three full days. Brother Shaji still seemed to be lost in the pleasures of the red-light district. He was utterly captivated and showed no intention of regrouping with Li Xiaofei anytime soon.
Li Xiaofei didn’t mind. He had found something to keep himself busy. As the sun dipped toward the western horizon—
“Hm? Someone’s shedding their mortal shell... transforming the mundane into the divine?”
“Someone dares to secretly cultivate immortal arts?”
“No, this is dark sorcery. They’re about to fall into demonic ways!”
Several shocked and accusing voices suddenly rang out from above.