Chapter 167 Line

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Zhong Shiji was furious when he saw Chen Lang didn't listen to his advice. You know? What did you know?
Forget it, respecting other people’s fate is not okay, but at least they cannot die in my Zhong family.

Zhong Shiji wanted to pull Chen Lang back, but Chen Lang had already gone a long way and the curse had not yet disappeared. He did not dare to move rashly, so he ordered the servant:
"He has entered the cursed area, rescue him quickly!"

"Ah? Me?" The servant hesitated and did not dare to move.

At this time, Chen Lang had already moved forward a short distance. Of course, he was more cautious. At least he did not run over. He also stretched out his right hand and held the San Sheng Pan in front of him.

When he was about a hundred feet away, he suddenly heard a slight clicking sound.

Then he saw cracks appearing on his arm and dust leaking out. It was the same situation as those prisoners, but it didn't hurt, just a slight numbness.

He picked up some dust with his left hand, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. It didn't smell like ashes, but more like incense ash.

"Can't it block the San Sheng Pan?" Chen Lang thought, the little thing is quite powerful.

Suddenly, he saw the formation constructed by the San Sheng Disk was quenched, and cracking sounds were heard continuously. He quickly withdrew his right hand, and then he noticed that the cracking sound was not made by his flesh, but by cracks in the San Sheng Disk.

A very fine crack spread across the surface of the San Sheng Disk and ran through the middle.

Damn it.

Chen Lang retreated quickly and returned to a safe area. At this time, the people tied with chains stopped screaming. They were all dead and turned into a pile of ashes, as if they had just been cremated. The bronze bell fell into the ashes.

The power of the curse disappeared.

With a humming sound, Chen Lang activated the San Sheng Disk. It worked.

The cracks on his arms stopped spreading and blood flowed.

"Are you OK?"

Zhong Shiji was relieved when he saw Chen Lang coming back, "Xiao Liu, hurry up and get the medicine."

"Need not."

Chen Lang was very satisfied with the performance of the Cursed Bell. "Are there any more death row prisoners? Capture a few more."

"You want to try again?" Zhong Shiji was speechless. He had never seen anyone so desperate.

"No, it's for healing."

……

Half an hour later, several death row prisoners were lying on the ground, and Chen Lang returned intact.

However, the crack on the San Sheng Disk could not be eliminated, and it was indeed damaged. This was the first time, although it was not serious.

"Okay, I'm very satisfied with this thing. I'll take it. Next time you come across something good, let me know. I'll say a few good words for you in front of Zhong Haoran." Chen Lang patted Zhong Shiji on the shoulder.

This bell is extremely fierce and has incredible killing power. It is very effective at critical moments, but it is a bit life-threatening, which is just right for me.

Zhong Shiji looked at Chen Lang, and saw that his arm was intact. He knew that it was meaningless to persuade him at this moment, and said with emotion:
"It's not without reason that you can become Master Zhong's disciple."

He had always dreamed of having his descendants become Zhong Haoran's disciples, but now that Chen Lang was here, he realized that this seemed very difficult.

"Is she finished her recovery?" Chen Lang asked. His work had been completed.

"This is just the beginning." Zhong Shiji said, "It will take about three days. I will arrange a place for you to stay. Wait for a while."

"it is good."

Chen Lang nodded. He had collected two weapons today and it would take some time to study them.

After settling Chen Lang, Zhong Shiji's face became serious, "Xiao Liu."

"Yes," said the servant.

"How much divine energy did she use in this tempering?"

Xiaoliu replied: "I used all the remaining ones. After all, according to the plan, this is the last time."

"How much of her foundation can be restored?"

"About 30%." Xiaoliu thought for a while and said.

Zhong Shiji ordered: "Leave only half of the remaining for her, and destroy the rest. Don't let anyone know."

Xiao Liu was surprised. "If it is destroyed, then there will be no chance for her congenital disability to recover."

Zhong Shiji said, "That's what we want. At least we can't let her be independent. Once she has achieved success in her cultivation and no longer needs our Zhong family, then our Zhong family will be useless to Zhong Haoran.

Let her remain in her previous defective state so that he can't sever his relationship with us."

Xiao Liu was surprised, "Aren't you afraid that Master Zhong will know about this?"

"At worst, I can just commit suicide and apologize." Zhong Shiji said, "So don't let anyone know about this except you and me."

This made Xiaoliu feel regretful. From a personal perspective, Zhong Yuling was just a little girl, and he couldn't always stare at her and plunder her. It would be good to change her to Chen Lang, who he didn't like.

But he knew that the Zhong family could not do without Zhong Haoran, and for the sake of the family, he could only make some personal sacrifices.

"What about Chen Lang? How do we connect them?" Xiao Liu asked.

The magic weapon given to Chen Lang was not given for free. In case the line with Zhong Yuling was cut off, they needed another line to keep in touch with Zhong Haoran.

Zhong Shiji shook his head silently, "This person is not good enough."

"Why not?"

"He's a tough guy, impossible to win over, and hard to control." His intuition told him that Chen Lang was much harder to deal with than that girl. "I can only try."

……

Three days passed in a flash.

Zhong Yuling's recuperation is over.

The wide sedan chair appeared again, with two bull-dragon monsters lying on the ground, one in front and one behind.

"My young friend Chen Lang, please come and visit us often when you have time." Zhong Shiji came out in person to see him off.

"Definitely next time."

Chen Lang agreed casually, that depends on whether they have any good stuff, he doesn't want to do anything useless.

Then, Zhong Yuling also appeared. She was wearing a white blanket, a scarf and a hat, and her whole body was wrapped tightly. She was escorted by several people and got into the sedan chair.

"Chen Xiaoyou, please."

"Second aunt, please come back often when you have time. Autumn is coming soon, and the persimmons in the garden will fall if you don't eat them." Zhong Shiji said loudly to the sedan chair with a kind smile on his face.

Zhong Yuling ignored him, but he didn't care at all. He was very polite and watched the two of them leave.

Niu Long roared and flew away on the clouds.

Only after the sedan chair was stable did Zhong Yuling lift the brim of her hat and reveal her head.

"How's it going? Did they give you anything good?"

"Yes." Chen Lang took out the silver-black long sword on his back and placed it on the ground with a thud. The whole sedan chair and the two monsters became unstable.

"How about it, isn't it awesome?" Chen Lang said.

After three days of training, he felt that no one understood this sword better than him.

Brand new equipment, 999 per sword.

"sharp."

Zhong Yuling looked at it for a moment and felt that it looked familiar. "This seems to be the sword of my father's previous apprentice."

"Yes." Chen Lang leaned on the sword with both hands, "So do you think Mo Ruzhen is more handsome with this sword, or do you think I am more handsome with this sword?"

"You're definitely more handsome then."

"You have a good eye." Chen Lang said, "I can see that you are a person with good taste."

"By the way, have you met Mo Ruzhen?"

"Never seen it." Zhong Yuling replied.

I've never seen you before, what are you talking about? Chen Lang also wanted to know what the spirit in the sword was, but he still didn't quite understand it.

This was also the only thing he felt was not convenient for him to use. The spirit in the sword had been formatted, but it still seemed to be unwilling to accept it, and there was an energy that he could not use.

"Did your father tell you about the sword spirit?"

"Have."

"What do you mean?" Chen Lang asked.

"I forgot."

"..."

Chen Lang thought so too. It would be better to ask Zhong Haoran about such a serious question later.

"Do you know how Mo Ruzhen died?" Chen Lang asked again. He was actually a little interested in this matter, but he felt that Zhong Shiji was hypocritical and he couldn't get the truth out of him.

"It was sold."

Zhong Yuling rolled up her sleeves, revealing a white but bruised hand. "He was so stupid. He went to fight with the foreigners and was hunted down. In the end, the Tianjian Sect didn't save him, and he died later."

……

(End of this chapter)