novelraw Chapter 1077: Si Fuqing: Run (1)
Chapter 1077: Si Fuqing: Run (1)
Chapter 1077: Si Fuqing: Run (1)
The monk held his staff firmly, positioning himself in front of Mu Qingmeng and the others to shield them from the overwhelming pressure that surged around them.
“Amitabha...” the monk murmured softly.
The individual before them possessed extraordinary abilities, yet he had provoked the anger of the emperor’s fate and the Lady of Luck, ensuring that he would gain nothing from this encounter.
Within the Thousand Army Alliance, apart from the monk, everyone else remained unaware of what was truly unfolding.
Mu Qingmeng caught a glimpse of Si Fuqing as she inserted silver needles into several acupoints on Ji Qingyao’s body. Slowly, the color began to return to Ji Qingyao’s pale face.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lingering sense of dread. “Thank goodness Fuqing is here.”
...
Otherwise, by the time they located a Master of Yin-Yang, it might have been too late.
With two great forces of luck protecting them, even the godfather could not forcibly transfer Ji Qingyao’s fortune to Ji Qingwei.
Suddenly, the figure before them stumbled back, his body swaying slightly, as he exclaimed, “Could it truly be the luck of Ziwei...”
“What? Luck of Ziwei? Isn’t it said that it disappeared after the death of the Emperor Yin?” Upon hearing this, the tone of the other party shifted, filled with incredulity. “Where did this luck of Ziwei come from?!”
Emperor Yin was one of the most feared figures among them.
At that time, the Great Xia Dynasty faced internal strife and external threats, teetering on the brink of collapse; even a deity would not be able to save them.
Yet, from the chaos emerged the Emperor Yin.
He demonstrated what it meant to turn the tide against overwhelming odds, standing alone against a thousand soldiers.
Just as he was about to depart, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as though some cold and terrifying force had fixed its gaze upon him, causing him to freeze in place.
In that instant, less than three seconds passed, and it felt as if a giant hammer had come crashing down on his chest, delivering an unprecedented blow.
“Pff—!” He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his internal organs churning violently.
Ji Qingwei’s eyes widened in horror as she exclaimed, “Godfather?!”
The abnormality in the Pope drew the attention of his opponent as well. “Damn it! Quickly, I’ll pull you back. Whatever the cost, it’s better than losing your life here!”
The godfather stumbled a couple of steps, overwhelmed by fear.
What sort of evolved being possessed this kind of ability?
Encountering a Class S psychic evolved being earlier had already astonished him; how could there be another one?
He completely disregarded Ji Qingwei, his voice faint yet urgent. “Quickly, pull me back.”
As Ji Qingwei stood to assist the gofather, she was incredulously taken aback to find he had vanished.
It was as if he had passed through some portal, simply disappearing into thin air.
Ji Qingwei frantically searched her surroundings, yet she saw no sign of anyone else.
The earlier joy was once again replaced by despair.
What was happening?!
At the same moment, Si Fuqing’s talisman ignited in flames. “I found it! There’s a warehouse in the north of the city. Brother Nine, let’s go.”
She stood up and instructed Mu Qingmeng, “Auntie Mu, Qingyao is fine now. She will remain unconscious for a while longer. Make sure she takes some supplements when she wakes up.”