radicalducati Chapter 22 The Plan Has Changed
Chapter 22 The Plan Has Changed
The atmosphere around us became somewhat eerie.
Only the rushing sound of the Yellow Springs water lapping against the riverbank could be heard.
Lin Yu felt a chill on the back of his neck.
If I say the wrong thing at this moment, will I be silenced?
"What? Is there a problem?"
Bibi Dong turned around, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire room.
"No! No problem!"
Lin Yu shook his head vigorously.
"Teacher, just ask! Don't even mention two, I'll dismantle the Bridge of Helplessness and carry it across for you!"
The will to survive instantly surged.
He took a deep breath, and his soul power surged within him.
The gates of hell trembled once more.
Two beams of light shot out from the mist and landed in front of Bibi Dong, transforming into two ghost messengers, one black and one white.
These two ghost messengers seemed slightly more solid than the previous ones, exuding a chilling aura, and respectfully bowed to Bibi Dong.
"Go."
Bibi Dong waved her hand.
Without the slightest hesitation, the two ghost messengers vanished underground and sped off towards the north.
Lin Yu looked in the direction where the ghost messenger had disappeared, and couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.
When I read the original story in my previous life, I felt that this mother and daughter were simply the epitome of human tragedy.
A woman whose mind was twisted by hatred transferred all her resentment towards that man onto her daughter.
A child who lacked love since childhood, desperately trying to prove himself, but never receiving a word of approval from his mother.
They were clearly the closest of relatives, yet they became mortal enemies.
Like those women who give birth after being trafficked, looking at their children's faces that resemble their abusers, the despair of love and hate they feel is enough to drive anyone insane.
Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.
Lin Yu didn't consider himself a saint, nor did he have the ability to untangle this knot.
But he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Even the influence of Rakshasa's divine will cannot completely erase that instinctive attachment?
After assigning the remaining eighteen ghost messengers to the ghosts, Lin Yu felt completely drained, and his face turned pale.
Although summoning ghost messengers doesn't consume much mental energy, it does consume a significant amount of soul energy.
"Alright, put away your soul skill."
Bibi Dong noticed Lin Yu's fatigue and said calmly.
"This place is too yin; staying here for too long will not be good for your health."
After saying that, she turned around and walked back the way she came.
The ghost seemed somewhat reluctant to leave.
The environment here is like paradise to him; if he could, he would even like to build a shack here and live here.
But he dared not disobey the Pope's orders.
He could only follow along, turning back every few steps.
As for Yue Guan...
This guy was squatting on the edge of the red spider lily field, holding a jade shovel that he had pulled out from somewhere, gesturing at a red spider lily, as if he was studying how to dig it out intact.
"Old Chrysanthemum! Gone!"
Ghost kicked him in annoyance.
"Ouch! Be gentle! What if you scare my baby!"
Yue Guan screamed and tenderly protected the flower.
"Lin Yu, kid! Could you give me one of these flowers? Just one!"
He raised his head, his peach blossom eyes filled with pleading, completely devoid of the majesty of a Title Douluo.
Lin Yu was both amused and exasperated.
"Elder Ju, it's not that I'm stingy."
"This flower is called the 'Dead Man's Flower.' It only blooms on the road to the underworld and feeds on the stench of corpses and the spirits of the dead."
"If you dig it out, without the water of the Yellow Springs to irrigate it, without the nourishment of this Yin energy, it will wither in less than a quarter of an hour."
"and……"
Lin Yu paused, then pointed to the petals that were as red as blood.
"This thing is incredibly unlucky. Are you sure you want to plant it next to your Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum? Aren't you afraid it will ruin your martial spirit?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Guan's face stiffened.
The jade shovel in his hand stopped in mid-air, unsure whether to dig or not.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally let out a long sigh and stood up with a look of utter despair.
"Enough! Enough! Enough!"
"Flowers bloom on the other side of the river, which are inherently separated by the realms of Yin and Yang."
"You can't force it!"
Her pitiful and miserable appearance made her look just like a heartbroken woman.
Lin Yu got goosebumps and quickly activated his soul power.
Rumbling--
The enormous gates of hell slowly closed.
The gray mist swirled back.
The crowd's vision distorted for a moment.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the magnificent side hall of the Papal Palace.
Warm sunlight streamed in through the tall French windows, dispelling the chill.
Yue Guan shivered, seemingly still recovering from the eerie atmosphere.
Bibi Dong walked back to the main seat and sat down, resuming her aloof and superior papal demeanor.
It was as if the woman who had just shown a hint of tenderness was merely an illusion for everyone.
"Lin Yu."
"Disciple is here."
"Now that the soul ring is complete, I should focus on consolidating my cultivation level in the next few days."
Bibi Dong tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest, making a crisp sound.
"Yes, teacher!"
"Step down."
"Yes."
Lin Yu bowed respectfully, then turned and withdrew.
Ghost and Moon Gate also took their leave.
Inside the empty hall, only Bibi Dong remained.
She slowly opened her palm.
In the palm of my hand lay a red petal.
That was a petal of the other shore flower that was accidentally blown onto her shoulder by the wind the moment she left the gates of hell.
The petals are slender, curled, and dazzlingly red.
Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers wither for a thousand years, but flowers and leaves never meet.
Love is not bound by cause and effect; fate determines life and death.
Bibi Dong looked at the petal, her fingers gradually tightening.
The fingernail pierced the palm, and blood seeped out, blending with the red petals, indistinguishable from one another.
"Affection……"
A barely audible murmur shattered quietly in the hall.
……
Leave the Papal Palace.
Lin Yu went straight back to his residence; the appearance of the ghost messenger had disrupted his previous plans.
If we're talking about the fastest way to increase your strength in Douluo Continent, then we have to mention Dugu Bo's hot pot with two broths.
He had previously planned to cultivate at the Spirit Hall and build a good relationship with Chrysanthemum Douluo, since he only remembered the names of those immortal herbs but had no idea what they looked like. Even if he went there, he would only consume the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass and the Blazing Apricot.
With Chrysanthemum Douluo's help, not only can they identify immortal herbs, but they can also easily take down the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
But now that we have the ghost messengers, things will be much easier.
He waved his hand to summon the remaining ghost messengers, ordering them to head directly to Sunset Forest to find the whereabouts of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Then he thought about whether he could try to obtain the soul bone of Tang San's biological mother, Ah Yin. However, Tang Dachui was there, so it was not advisable to take action. He would wait until Tang San went to Notting City before making a move.
As for Tang San, Lin Yu had considered taking his soul right now, but someone in his previous life had said that Tang San was probably brought by the God of Asura, and there was no guarantee that he had some hidden tricks up his sleeve, so he had to give up on that idea.
Looking out the window at the bustling Martial Soul City, Lin Yu's lips curled into a smile.
Is it the Asura God?
Once the underworld is built, I wonder if the god-kings of the divine realm will be strong enough to fight it.