Artifact Chapter 20: Budding Affection

Chapter 20: Budding Affection

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

Jing Mo slowly stood up, his red eyes shining with a cold light, looking at He Yuanqi’s gaze as if he was looking at dead things. He Yuanqi suddenly met with such a gaze, could not help but feel chills from the bottom of his heart.

Jing Mo was ten meters away from He Yuanqi, but his sense of oppression was not reduced by half. His body emitted a black aura, and it slowly flowed around him. His body hidden in the darkness of the night looked very strange.

He Yuanqi’s heart was startled, hastily clasped his fist and nodded, “I didn’t know it was the Demon King who arrived, please forgive me.”

“Demon King?” Jing Mo glanced at him suspiciously, and then said coldly, “I am not the Demon King.”

He Yuanqi looked respectful and said with certainty, “With the dark lines on your cheeks and the demonic energy on your body, there is no doubt that you are the Demon King.”

Jing Mo’s eyes flashed with a strange color, then returned to normal, the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile, slowly said, “Whether I am the Demon King or not, you have to die today.”

The smile on He Yuanqi’s face grew stiffer and stiffer as he spoke, “Demon King, my subordinates found a woman fifteen years ago who poured her essence into her body, which gave birth to He Qingci. His position is already lowly, Demon King, why do you need to kill for him?”

A scream suddenly broke through the air,  before the words fell, He Yuanqi was impacted a few meters away by Jing Mo’s powerful force, lying on the ground and struggling, emitting a weak moan of pain.

Jing Mo coldly glanced at him, and gradually gathered his aura in his palm, his red eyes shining with a frightening brilliance, “You can go to hell now.”

He Yuanqi eyes crossed with fear, opened his mouth wide to say something, but was swept away by the overwhelming pressure instantly. He could not even say half a word before he was completely swallowed.

Jing Mo saw that He Yuanqi’s position had turned into a charred black, so he withdrew his aura and walked quickly towards Lu Ming. The black dark lines gradually melted away, and the original lovely cheeks immediately transformed into something else, with eyes like a star, teeth like a scallop, which was the original appearance of Sang Wusheng.

Although Sang Wusheng would like to keep his Jing Mo appearance until Lu Ming woke up, but his demonic Qi had been overused and there was no more spare Qi for him to maintain his Jing Mo appearance.

Sang Wusheng reached out and touched Lu Ming’s peaceful sleeping face, the soft touch of skin made Sang Wusheng couldn’t help but touch it a few more times. Lu Ming frowned and made a slight mumbling sound. Sang Wusheng suddenly reacted and put his hand back in a panic, his heart felt like a thunder drum hitting hard.

Sang Wusheng took a deep breath, his eyes darted, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. The demonic energy was slowly flowing, slowly floating along his fingertips to Lu Ming’s nostrils, and in a few moments, the black demonic energy was inhaled by Lu Ming.

Sang Wusheng’s mouth hooked up a smile, eyes shining with a misty glow, opened his mouth and murmured, “Brother, if you know in the future, don’t blame me.”

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Lu Ming was in a coma for three full days before he woke up. He opened his eyes and looked around, his consciousness was still a little dazed, and everywhere within reach was darkness, and there was not even a trace of light. Lu Ming’s heart was in a panic and he hurriedly raised his hands to feel around.

“Brother, you’re awake.” A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Lu Ming heard the voice and hurriedly raised his eyes to look to the side, but could not see anything, so he spoke anxiously, “Xiao Mo, where are you? Why can’t I see you.”

The other side was silent for a while, and only after a long time did Lu Ming feel a warm source of heat suddenly approaching him. He opened his mouth and said, “Brother, I am here.”

Lu Ming reached out and touched the other’s body blindly for a while, and was relieved when his hands touched Jing Mo’s body. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly said, “Xiao Mo, are you hurt? Why did you knock me out?”

“Brother, I’m fine.” Jing Mo interrupted Lu Ming’s words, then smiled gently and said, “That He Yuanqi was suddenly devastated by his own demonic energy, and after you fainted, he ran away screaming in pain, so I carried you here.”

Lu Ming nodded and smiled with some relief, “I’ve escaped, but…” Lu Ming’s expression suddenly became somewhat painful, he lowered his eyes, whispered, “but after all Fu Shu, is still gone. No matter what, I have to go down to the cliff to find her, to see if she is alive, to see if she is dead.”

Jing Mo was silent for a long time before he sighed softly and said, “Brother, you can’t leave here yet.”

Lu Ming was stunned, puzzled, “Why?”

Jing Mo took Lu Ming’s hand and suddenly clenched it tightly, his voice was a bit low, “Brother, you have overused your aura, your eyes are temporarily blind, now the only way to recover is to get well as soon as possible.”

Lu Ming smiled, his body suddenly stiffened, and then let out a bitter smile. His eyes were wide open, but they looked hollow and lifeless. His tone was still firm, “Even if I am blind, I still want to go.”

Jing Mo’s eyes were cold, suppressing his heart’s displeasure and saying, “Brother, you’ve been in a coma for three days, even if you go now, Fu Shu will not be there.”

Lu Ming’s body stiffened, silent and did not speak. Jing Mo saw this look, and began to try to coax him, “Brother, that cliff is deep, with you and I, our power is not able to reach the bottom of the cliff. Why not get well first, then we will go to find some useful magic Artifacts, and then go to find Fu Shu’s corpse below to give her a good burial.”

Lu Ming cheeks were a little pale, and eyes flashed with a trace of sadness before it was hidden. He finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

Jing Mo saw Lu Ming had finally agreed, and a big stone finally fell in his heart. He softly comforted, “Brother, you do not have to be too sad, the deceased has passed away, the most important thing now is to get well and let your eyes see the light again.”

Lu Ming nodded, pulled out a hard smile and said softly, “Xiao Mo, you don’t have to worry too much, I know this is not the time to be sad.”

Jing Mo then put his heart down and said with relief, “That’s good.”

Lu Ming bowed his head in silence and did not speak, but his brain suddenly remembered some chapters in the novel. In this cultivator world, after a person dies, the soul, if unguided, would hover around the corpse all day long, unable to leave. If he could get to the valley under the cliff early, he could use soul locking magic Artifacts to guide Fu Shu’s soul into a magic Artifact, and find her a suitable physical body, and then cast daoist spells. Then he would be able to bring the person back to life.

Moreover, Lu Ming remembered clearly that when Sang Wusheng was young, he had offended a daoist priest and was seriously injured by him. By coincidence, the injured Sang Wusheng stumbled into a cave by mistake, and at the end of the cave, there was the legendary spiritual spring.

Lu Ming thought that if he could find the spring, his aura could return to his body and his eyes could recover as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming hurriedly asked Jing Mo, “Xiao Mo, do you know where Sleepless Mountain is?”

“Sleepless Mountain?” said Jing Mo, “It’s only two hundred miles away from here.”

“Great!” Lu Ming’s eyes flashed with surprise, and he said with some excitement, “Let’s move quickly and go to Sleepless Mountain.”

 

 

 

 

 

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