Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 137

The sound lingered for a long time, enveloping the surroundings with an even greater power than that of the heavens. Dao Ling was pushed back by the sword formation, crashing to the ground with a muffled thud.

The surrounding experts from various sects hurriedly stepped aside as if avoiding a plague, distancing themselves so that once Dao Ling fell, there was not a single living person within several yards, save for the otherworldly spirits.

Despite being pierced by countless sword energies, he didn't die on the spot, staring wide-eyed in unwillingness.

"This is..." someone in the crowd exclaimed excitedly, "the Qingying Sword Technique! It's the unique skill of Immortal Yuanqing!"

"I can't believe I'm witnessing Yan Yuanqing in my lifetime!"

"Hey, Immortal Yuanqing?"

The woman who had just floated in the air, striking down Dao Ling with thunderous force, had vanished without a trace.

Yan Zhao sat cross-legged on the dragon's head, watching the figure of that woman fade away. Golden light transformed into thousands of butterflies, fluttering around her before finally merging into the soul-consolidating pearl at her chest.

She looked down at the small golden pearl and gently called out, "Mother?"

The pearl remained silent, offering no reply.

At that moment, gasps arose from the crowd. Dao Ling had not died; he struggled to rise, seizing an otherworldly spirit in his grasp.

A strange thing happened.

The otherworldly spirit let out a piercing shriek as the remaining vitality was forcibly extracted by Dao Ling. Remarkably, the Dao Ling, who should have been unable to move, was able to regain some mobility after absorbing the spirit's vitality, staggering toward the denser cluster of otherworldly spirits.

Seeing this, the various experts struggling under the dual threat of the otherworldly spirits and the corpse puppets were shocked.

Could he extract the vitality from the otherworldly spirits, then also drain the lifespan of humans?

But Dao Ling did not approach the humans; he was now as weak as paper, more like a rat crossing the street, a foul bug in the gutter.

All those he had deceived wanted his life.

He rushed toward the densely packed otherworldly spirits, hoping to use their cover to escape.

However, he hadn't gone far when a sword blocked his path.

Ren Qingyue stood with her sword drawn, her expression stern.

Dao Ling's panic was evident; the junior he had once looked down upon was now before him, instilling a sense of terror.

"No, you can't kill me!" Dao Ling exclaimed in a panic, "I know where your master is buried!"

Ren Qingyue froze.

The death of Yan Yuanqing was a taboo for the Fuyun Sect, and her body had not been buried in the sect's tombs; only a few within the Fuyun Sect knew where she was interred.

What she honored daily was her master's empty tomb.

A cruel light flashed in Dao Ling's eyes as he suddenly lunged for Ren Qingyue's throat.

Swish—

His motion froze mid-air, a line of blood appearing from his forehead, crossing his nose down to his chin.