Chapter 88 Everything is Under Control (1/2)

The warmth of the embrace that had been there just moments before seemed to vanish in an instant, and Yan Yu's body stiffened abruptly, his muscles taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

The initial surge of affection vanished, replaced by a cold, chilling aura.

"What happened?"

Ruan Tang's heart tightened. Without thinking too much, she processed the last images transmitted by the spirit butterfly while raising her fair and delicate fingers and quickly forming hand seals in front of her.

Strands of pure wood elemental energy emerged from her fingertips, quickly condensing into a vibrant green butterfly in her palm, its wings fluttering as if it were alive.

Just as she was about to send out this new "scout," a large, well-defined hand reached out from behind and gently covered her hand, which was forming a mudra.

Yan Yu's warm palm enveloped her slightly cool little hand.

A wisp of pure, condensed golden light, like a living golden thread, silently wrapped around the green butterfly, instantly coating it with a shimmering golden edge.

Ruan Tang's heart skipped a beat, and her almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

This guy!

After just one afternoon apart, the spiritual energy emanating from him had become so profound and powerful that it was as if he were a completely different person!

That vigorous and sharp Geng metal energy was domineering and pure, indicating that he had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining!

In one afternoon, it went from the fourth floor to the fifth floor?

This cultivation speed is like a rocket!

She was shocked, but her hands didn't stop moving.

With a thought, the newly "armed" spirit butterfly silently passed through the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the injured fairy butterfly, carrying its last glimmer of light, stumbled back, and finally, with a "snap," shattered into specks of fluorescent light, dissipating in her palm.

In the moments before it vanished, Ruan Tang had already received all the messages it brought back.

She closed her eyes and gathered her spiritual energy at her fingertips.

Soon, a black-and-white image, like a poorly received signal, flashed in the air in front of the two of them.

In the scene, Psylocke's perspective closely follows Han Zhishan.

He first went to the commune's purchasing station and sold some herbs, and then wandered aimlessly around the county town like an idle person with nothing to do.

In the afternoon, he boarded the oxcart to return to the village.

Just before the oxcart started moving, a man dressed entirely in black, whose face was hidden in the shadows and could not be clearly seen, brushed past him.

The man moved extremely fast; almost in the instant they passed each other, he slipped a small note into Han Zhishan's hand.

Everything happened quietly.

The scene continues, showing Han Zhishan walking on the dirt road back to the village.

He looked around warily, and only unfolded the note after confirming that no one was around.

The moment the note was unfolded—

"Sizzle!"

A thick, inky black aura suddenly burst forth from the paper!

The black mist carried a cold and rotten smell, surging in all directions like a tide!

The spirit butterfly formed from pure wood spiritual energy was the first to be affected. The wild grass and leaves by the roadside also turned yellow and withered at a visible speed under this black aura, instantly having all their vitality drained away.

Ruan Tang immediately understood that this was a defensive restriction placed on a piece of paper, specifically designed to suppress pure energy bodies.

The final scene of the video shows the black energy, like a maggot clinging to a bone, burrowing into Han Zhishan's body after destroying most of the Spirit Butterfly's body.

Strangely, Han Zhishan's face only paled slightly, he swayed a little, and then acted as if nothing had happened. He crumpled the piece of paper into a ball, threw it into the bushes, and continued walking towards the village.

Psylocke memorized everything on the note.

The video ends with a still image of a word written in black ink, its strokes crooked and uneven.