The Art of Subduing Dragons

Chapter 35

Luo Qingci felt a chill in her heart and immediately formed a hand seal.

After returning to Qingxuan Pavilion, Ruan Li looked at the Spirit Molding Pill that Jiang Yuebai had given her. Instead of consuming it immediately, she pondered for a long time.

This pill was unexpected, leaving her momentarily indecisive.

Her future seemed endless, filled with countless hardships. No matter how she tried to plan, it seemed as if an invisible hand kept pushing her forward.

She had initially thought that the heavens had finally taken pity on her and offered her some assistance, but now it seemed that circumstances had changed and people had too.

Currently, she had only two goals: first, to kill Luo Qingci and avenge her father, and second, to use the opportunity to approach and destroy the Dragon Subduing Wood to find a way out for the dragon clan. This was a responsibility she must bear.

Both tasks were as difficult as climbing to the heavens, and the only way to get closer to achieving them was to quickly improve her cultivation.

Only by solidifying her reputation as a genius and attracting everyone's attention could she continue to receive Luo Qingci's and the sect's notice.

"Being hesitant and indecisive, you'll never have a chance for revenge in this lifetime."

A familiar yet unbearable voice echoed in Ruan Li's mind. Her head throbbed with pain, and her left eye turned crimson.

"You, get out!" Ruan Li covered her left eye, enduring the searing pain that seemed to surge from within.

"Heh, get out? You are me, and I am you. Where do you want me to go?"

The voice was identical to Ruan Li's, but it carried a sinister, seductive undertone.

"Shut up." Ruan Li couldn't bear it anymore. She didn't understand why it had appeared again.

"I'm just helping you make up your mind. Indecisiveness only leads to disaster."

Cold sweat beaded on Ruan Li's forehead as she glanced at the Spirit Molding Pill. Closing her eyes, she grabbed one and shoved it into her mouth.

"Get lost."

"Heh, you'll beg me later."

As soon as the pill entered her body, the redness in Ruan Li's left eye faded.

After taking the pill, Ruan Li felt nothing. She looked at the box and let out a bitter laugh.

It seemed that even though it appeared early, it hadn't taken effect.

She stood up and left Qingxuan Pavilion, but after just a few steps, a wave of heat surged from her dantian and spread throughout her body.

Soon, the heat turned into a sharp pain, then excruciating agony, forcing her to her knees.

This pain was more intense than any she had experienced before, even surpassing the torment of her meridians being stretched during previous advancements.

With Luo Qingci absent and Su Yu in seclusion, Ruan Li was alone in Qingxuan Pavilion, left to endure the pain by herself.

Under the influence of the Spirit Molding Pill, her meridians were constantly being impacted, stretching her already shriveled meridians. The unbearable pain of being torn apart was indescribable. Her face alternated between pale and green, veins bulging on her neck, and sweat pouring down like rain.

Despite the blurred vision from the pain, Ruan Li gritted her teeth and circulated her spiritual energy, guiding the pill's power throughout her body.

The once trickling stream of spiritual energy now surged like an ocean, rushing through her newly expanded meridians, leaving her overwhelmed. Worse, she sensed that she might once again be advancing beyond her current level.