coobybook Chapter 92 Struggling in a Dilemma
Chapter 92 Struggling in a Dilemma
"stop."
The voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable authority. I turned around abruptly and saw Wen Chen's figure appear beside the furnace. His robes fluttered, like a banished immortal, and he exuded a powerful spiritual pressure that forced Old Monster Mo's evil aura back a bit.
Old Monster Mo chuckled sinisterly: "Immortal Venerable Wen Chen, what? You also want to get involved in this matter?"
Wen Chen glanced at him coldly, ignoring him, and turned to me, her tone softening slightly: "Xiao Yao, are you alright?"
I gritted my teeth and shook my head: "I can still hold on." I felt my spiritual energy almost completely depleted, and the furnace was vibrating more and more violently, as if it would explode at any moment. But I absolutely cannot give up! This is the culmination of so many days of hard work, and my chance to prove myself!
Wen Chen nodded slightly, raised his hand, and a golden light enveloped the furnace. The golden light collided with the black fire of the old monster Mo, producing a sizzling sound. The vibration of the furnace gradually subsided, and I felt the pressure decrease sharply, finally able to catch my breath.
I looked at Wen Chen gratefully, but found that his face was a little pale, obviously the attack just now had also consumed a lot of his spiritual power.
"Thank you for your help, Immortal Venerable," I said softly.
Wen Chen didn't say anything, but just stood quietly to the side, helping me defend against Mo Laoguai's attacks.
I took a deep breath and focused my attention on the furnace again. Although Wen Chen had temporarily stabilized the situation, Mo Laoguai's evil fire was still eroding the furnace's seal. I had to complete the fusion as soon as possible, or everything would be in vain.
I endured the excruciating pain in my body, summoning the last bit of spiritual energy within me, and carefully controlled the fusion of the two magical treasures. Sweat soaked my clothes, and my hands trembled slightly from the excessive force, but I dared not relax for a moment.
Master Yan stood not far away, arms crossed, his expression serious. His gaze was fixed on me, as if deep in thought. I knew he was observing my limits, wanting to see just how far I could go. But I wouldn't let him down!
Time ticked by, and the energy fluctuations within the furnace grew increasingly intense. I felt my consciousness begin to blur, and everything before my eyes became indistinct. But I persevered, using the last ounce of strength to control the fusion process.
Suddenly, I felt a powerful force erupt from the furnace. I was overjoyed, knowing this was a sign that the fusion was about to succeed.
However, at that moment, Old Monster Mo suddenly let out a sinister laugh: "Little girl, you're still too naive!"
A black flame reappeared in his hand, more powerful and malevolent than before. He hurled the flame fiercely at the furnace, chanting incantations.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed in alarm, wanting to stop it, but it was too late.
The black flames struck the furnace instantly, causing it to let out a shrill wail and tremble violently. I felt a powerful force impacting the furnace's seal, as if it were about to explode at any moment... Cracks began to appear on the furnace's surface, and my heart sank.
Is it... really going to fail...?
My hands fell limply to my sides, and everything went dark. Just then, I heard Master Yan's voice: "Girl, calm your mind and control the core!"
His voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in my ears, pulling me back from despair. I jerked my head up and looked at Master Yan. He was looking at me intently, his eyes filled with encouragement and expectation.
I took a deep breath, mustered my strength, and following Master Yan's instructions, channeled the last wisp of spiritual energy into the core of the furnace… The furnace's tremors gradually subsided, and the cracks stopped spreading. I felt a powerful force gathering inside the furnace, as if it were about to break free…
"It's done..." I murmured softly, a slight smile appearing on my lips.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy and swayed as if I were about to collapse. "Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen appeared beside me in a flash and caught me.
I leaned weakly against his chest, feeling sore all over and unable to muster any strength.
"Are you alright?" Wen Chen asked with concern.
I shook my head, trying to speak, but found I couldn't make a sound. I struggled to open my eyes and looked towards the furnace... Just then, I saw Frost standing not far away, a mocking smile on her face... "Heh..."
Leng Shuang's laughter was sharp and piercing, like a needle stabbing into my eardrums and my pride. I leaned weakly against Wen Chen, my vision blurred, yet I could still clearly feel the contempt and smugness in her eyes. She probably thought I had failed, that I couldn't withstand the immense pressure and would be completely trampled under her feet. A surge of anger rose from the depths of my heart, burning through my internal organs, making me almost forget my physical exhaustion and pain.
I struggled to stand up, but my body was too weak. I could only grip Wen Chen's sleeve tightly, my nails almost digging into his fabric. I didn't want him to see my disheveled state, and I didn't want Leng Shuang to see my weakness. I gritted my teeth and, with all my strength, forced out a sentence: "I...haven't...lost..."
My voice was weak and hoarse, almost drowned out by the crackling sound of the furnace cooling down, but Leng Shuang still heard it. The smile on her face froze for a moment, then became even more sarcastic: "Still not defeated? Xiao Yao, look at yourself now, like a stray dog! Do you think you can still turn the tables?"
I was powerless to refute her, and could only glare at her with eyes full of hatred. I hated her for kicking me when I was down, hated her cold mockery, and hated my own powerlessness even more. If I had enough spiritual power right now, I would definitely make her pay the price!
Pavilion Master Lu stood to the side, remaining silent. He looked at me, his gaze complex and unreadable, seemingly carrying a hint of surprise, a hint of regret, and a hint of… emotions I couldn't decipher. He seemed surprised by my persistence, yet showed no intention of offering assistance. Perhaps in his eyes, I was nothing more than a presumptuous clown, my efforts utterly insignificant in his eyes.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the anger and despair within me. I couldn't let Leng Shuang's mockery break me, nor could I be defeated by Pavilion Master Lu's indifference. I still had Master Yan, and Wen Chen; they both believed in me, and I couldn't let them down!
I opened my eyes again, my gaze fixed firmly on the furnace. Despite its cracked surface, I could sense a powerful force within—a sign that the fusion was about to succeed! I hadn't lost yet; I still had a chance!
I took a deep breath, summoning the last bit of spiritual energy within my body, and slowly channeled it into the core of the furnace. As the spiritual energy flowed in, the cracks in the furnace began to heal slowly, emitting a faint golden light. I felt a warm power flowing out of the furnace, nourishing my body and repairing my meridians.
The smile on Leng Shuang's face gradually disappeared, replaced by shock and disbelief. She seemed unable to believe that I could actually persevere, that I could actually turn the tide.
I slowly straightened up, no longer relying on Wen Chen. I looked at Leng Shuang, a cold smile playing on my lips: "Leng Shuang, you're celebrating too soon..."
The golden light emanating from the furnace grew stronger, illuminating the entire forging room. A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the furnace, causing everyone present to feel a chill run down their spines.
"Click——"
With a crisp sound, the furnace lid slowly opened, and a dazzling light burst forth from it... I reached out my hand towards that light...
I reached out my hand, towards the light. The instant my fingertips touched it, a powerful energy surged into my body, filling my meridians and repairing my damaged form. I felt as if I were bathed in warm sunlight, an indescribable comfort and ease.
A small flying sword slowly rose from the furnace, its entire body crystal clear and radiating a faint golden light. Wisps of spiritual energy swirled around the sword, like graceful, flowing dragons. It's done! I succeeded!
I was overjoyed, gripping the flying sword tightly in my hand, feeling its warm touch. This flying sword not only represented my success, but also my victory over Leng Shuang, and over all those who doubted me!
Leng Shuang's face turned deathly pale. She stared intently at the flying sword in my hand, her eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.
Madam Qin stood to the side, her brows furrowed. She looked at me, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. I could sense that she wanted to stop Leng Shuang's mockery, yet she also felt it was a test for me, her heart torn.
I looked at Wen Chen, who was smiling at me, his eyes full of encouragement and appreciation. His smile gave me immense strength and strengthened my resolve.
"Xiao Yao, you did very well." Wen Chen's voice was gentle yet firm, like a warm current flowing into my heart.
I smiled at him, about to speak, when I suddenly felt a chilling aura coming from behind me. Startled, I turned around abruptly and saw Old Monster Mo standing not far away, a sinister smile on his face.
"Little girl, your good luck has run out!" Old Monster Mo's voice was hoarse and grating, like a sharp blade slicing through my eardrums.
He formed a hand seal and chanted incantations. A surge of black energy erupted from his palms, rushing towards me and the flying sword in the furnace. This energy was filled with an aura of evil and destruction, making me feel suffocated.
I was horrified; the intensity of this energy far exceeded my expectations! Old Monster Mo had actually made his move at this moment, trying to ruin my work!
I instinctively tried to dodge, but found that my body was frozen in place and I couldn't move at all.
"Hahaha, little girl, do you think you can escape?" Old Monster Mo's maniacal laughter echoed in the weapon-refining room, filled with smugness and mockery.
A gloating smile appeared on Leng Shuang's face; she seemed quite pleased to see me defeated by Mo Laoguai.
Madam Qin's expression changed drastically. She wanted to stop Old Monster Mo, but it was too late.
The black energy was getting closer and closer, and I felt like a small boat being swallowed by a giant wave, which could be submerged at any moment.
At the critical moment, Master Yan suddenly appeared in front of me. He put his hands together, and a golden light screen instantly enveloped me and the flying sword.
"Old Monster Mo, how dare you!" Master Yan roared, his voice filled with authority and intimidation.
Old Monster Mo's attack was blocked by the golden light barrier, producing a deafening roar. The entire weapon-refining room trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Watching Master Yan's retreating figure, my heart was filled with gratitude. I knew that if Master Yan hadn't intervened in time, I probably would already be...
"Old Yan, mind your own business!" Old Monster Mo's voice was filled with anger and resentment.
Master Yan ignored him and turned to me, saying in a deep voice, "Xiao Yao, calm your mind and control the magic weapon!"
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. I knew this wasn't the time to relax; I had to concentrate and control the flying sword to withstand Old Monster Mo's attack.
I closed my eyes and focused all my attention on the flying sword in my hand. I felt a strange connection between the sword and me, as if it were a part of my body.
I mobilized all the spiritual power within my body and slowly poured it into the flying sword. The golden light on the flying sword grew brighter and brighter, emitting a buzzing sound, as if responding to my call.
"Xiao Yao, be careful!" Wen Chen's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with anxiety.
I opened my eyes suddenly...
I jolted my eyes open, Wen Chen's anxious voice still echoing in my ears. I then noticed that the flying sword in the furnace was flickering, its originally warm golden light now mixed with a chilling black hue. Although Master Yan had blocked Old Monster Mo's attack, the remaining evil energy had seeped into the furnace, affecting the fusion of the magical artifacts.
"This is bad!" Master Yan's face darkened. "This evil energy is corroding the flying sword; it must be eliminated as soon as possible!"
I gritted my teeth, channeling all the spiritual energy within me to form a barrier around the flying sword and myself, attempting to isolate the evil energy. The spiritual energy surged forth like a tide, my body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.
As soon as the barrier formed, a piercing sizzling sound rang out—the friction sound of evil energy colliding with my spiritual power. I could feel the barrier being constantly eroded, and my spiritual power was being rapidly depleted.
"Xiao Yao, hang in there!" Wen Chen's voice was full of worry.
I stared intently at the flying sword in the furnace, not daring to relax for a moment. I knew that if I failed, not only would the flying sword be destroyed, but I myself would also be severely injured.
Time ticked by, my spiritual energy was depleted, and the barrier grew weaker and weaker. I felt like a drowning person, struggling desperately but unable to escape my predicament.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted from my mouth, my vision went black, and I almost fainted.
"Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen exclaimed, trying to help me up, but Master Yan stopped him.
"Let her do it herself!" Master Yan's voice was stern, yet carried a hint of barely perceptible concern. "This is a test she must undergo!"
I took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in my body, and once again summoned a sliver of my spiritual energy. I knew I couldn't give up; I had to persevere!
However, the evil energy of the old monster Mo was simply too powerful, and my resistance seemed utterly futile. The light of the flying sword in the furnace grew dimmer and dimmer, the black energy almost completely swallowing the golden light.
I felt my consciousness fading, and my body growing heavier and heavier. Was I really going to fail?
No, I can't give up!
I screamed in my heart, desperately trying to grasp at the last glimmer of hope.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—a dangerous technique I had heard of but never tried. It was a forbidden art that forcibly enhanced the power of a magical artifact by burning one's own life essence.
I know that if this technique fails, the consequences will be dire. But now, I have no other choice…
"Master Yan..." I spoke weakly, my voice hoarse and almost inaudible. My gaze fell on the furnace, a resolute glint in my eyes, "I will use... the Blood Refining Method..."