Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 146 Immortal and Mortal Catastrophe

Mortals are like ants in front of cultivators, and can be trampled on at will.

At the beginning, his father was turned into a vase by a powerful cultivator.

And now, he had completely turned into the cultivator he hated back then, and started to slaughter his former self. Moreover, he had gone one step further than the evil cultivator he had been.

Evil cultivators create tragedy for a family, but they themselves are immortal spirits, causing tragedies for countless mortals, and are more desperate and terrifying than those people.

This time, the catastrophe in Xingluo City was caused by his own hands. This scene completely crushed his original intention of practicing Taoism.

The reason why he went to Lingxiao was, firstly, to avenge his father's death, and secondly, to prevent the powerful cultivators from wantonly trampling on the lives of mortals.

That was the source of his enduring faith.

Now the faith is gone.

How should he face his past self?

Feelings of despair and regret completely enveloped him.

Suddenly, a thin piece of fluff moved and rubbed against his chest.

This feeling is so familiar.

Du Fang finally remembered that this was Wang Er.

The little rat who stole the incense oil in Lingxiao Mountain stabbed the headmaster to death and killed his senior sister by mistake. It was this rat that ignited the hope in his heart.

And at this moment when I am in despair, it comes out again.

It once followed him down the mountain to slay demons, and went through life and death. This weak creature seemed to have a magical power in its body. It was washed twice with the blood of immortals and could absorb all living things except him.

Normally, he would remain unscathed even when fighting with others.

Who would have thought that when he was in despair and was teased by fate, this cute mouse would always wake up and arouse his courage to be reborn.

Yes, he hasn't failed yet!

Although this body has been locked by the immortal spirit and he cannot commit suicide, he still has hope of turning the situation around. As long as this body is not completely corrupted, he still has hope.

Although this hope is slim.

But having hope is always a wonderful thing, and his fate has not been completely failed.

Du Fang knew that he had completely lost his six senses.

"Wang Er, are you hungry?"

Haozi bit his lips lightly:

"Okay, come drink my blood..."

Du Fang bit his finger and fed the fairy blood into its mouth.

Wang Er sucked gently and carefully, fearing that if he used too much force it would hurt Du Fang.

Du Fang didn't see that the gray rat began to become transparent as it sucked his immortal blood.

His six senses are completely different from before.

The sounds of the surrounding grass and trees growing were much more sensitive than before, and the world he saw was completely different from before.

The world in his eyes is gray and red.

There is no other color.

Is this the effect after the fairy body is formed?

Suddenly, there was a sound of movement behind him. Du Fang was extremely aware at this time. He turned around and shouted, "Who is it?" There was no living creature here anymore.

Except for myself and Wang Er.

He blinked and suddenly froze, at the end of the stream far away,

He saw a shriveled figure still struggling to crawl forward.

That was Yu Qinghan, from the Iron Fan Gate.

He is not dead!

When Du Fang thought about how Yu Qinghan from the Iron Fan Gate had stood in front of him regardless of everything and taken the sword, he suddenly felt guilty.

He flew over. The distance that was usually very far away, after breaking through the barrier, he only needed one step to reach the front.

Yu Qinghan was dressed in gray, lying on the muddy ground, but his body had completely shriveled up, so thin that only a skeleton remained.

But the skeleton was still moving slowly, as if some firm belief was supporting it to move.

Du Fang felt sad when he saw this.

He called out softly, "Brother, are you still conscious?"

No one answered him. The skinny man moved almost instinctively. Suddenly, a golden heart shield fell from his arms.

The mirror was completely shattered, the bronze warped, and it was obvious that it had saved the man's life. But the mirror was also badly damaged.

Du Fang bit his lips lightly, thinking silently, he wanted to save him. Even if he could only save one life, he could make up for the mistakes he had made.

But he didn't know how to save her. Fairies have always been the power of killing and not the power of saving.

Wang Er in his arms suddenly chirped.

This sound made Du Fang completely aware of the situation.

Yes, if the power of immortals can absorb blood and souls, then the blood of immortals can definitely give back.

In order to prove that his idea was correct, Du Fang immediately cut his finger and dripped it into the mouth of the shriveled human frame.

At first, there was no reaction. Du Fang watched him trying so hard to crawl to the edge of the stream, and hurriedly held him in the water. Then a magical scene began to appear:

Du Fang was surprised to find that his blood could actually save people.

Blood mixed with water continued to pour into Yu Qinghan's mouth.

His shriveled body began to fill up like a balloon, and his wrinkled skin began to become delicate and smooth.

Looking at his face, Du Fang suddenly felt something was wrong.

Yu Qinghan originally had a masculine appearance, but after drinking his own blood, his complexion began to become feminine and his skin began to become smooth.

Du Fang stopped in a hurry, he didn't dare to feed anymore.

If this continues, it will become another living fairy.

After waiting for a long time, Yu Qinghan finally woke up. The first time he saw Du Fang, his face was full of questions: "You saved me? Where are the Three Friends of Mount Li? And the old man with the coffin, are they all gone?"

"all gone!"

Du Fang lied. Since this guy didn't see him kill anyone with his own eyes, it would be better to keep it a secret from him.

Yu Qinghan was struck unconscious by a sword by the Three Friends of Mount Li.

He had just woken up. He slowly stood up and looked at Du Fang. A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You seem to have become much more beautiful. Should I call you Taoist Master or Taoist Nun?"

Du Fang also smiled bitterly, "Call me whatever you want, it doesn't matter!"

"Master, what's your name?"

"Lingxiao disciple Du Fang!" Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief. Saving him made him feel a lot less guilty.

"Alright, I'll remember you, Lingxiao disciple Du Fang!"

He turned to leave, and then he seemed to remember something. He stared at Du Fang and said,

"Brother Du Fang, I have something important to attend to. I have to leave first. My senior brother is waiting for me. The Iron Fan Sect has a method to cure the cause of your illness. This method can cure the six senses. I will return to the sect in three months..."

Du Fang suddenly interrupted him:

"Does your Iron Fan Sect really have a magical method to restore the six senses?"

A look of pride suddenly appeared on Yu Qinghan's face. "Of course, after you meet my uncle-master, you will understand that our Iron Fan Sect dominates the north of Nancangzhou, keeping the spirit and ghost tribes out of the wall. Naturally, we have magical skills."

"I have to go! I'll wait for you at the Iron Fan Gate in a month!"

"Will you come?"

Yu Qinghan walked out a few steps and turned back.

"I'll be there! See you at Iron Fan Gate in a month!"