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Qiao Wan tried to move her fingers, but her bones were broken so cleanly.
Even her finger bones were completely shattered.
Drip, drip--
That was blood flowing from Qiao Wan's eyes.
Two streams of blood flowed out from under the scary mask.
The blood dripped into the soil below.
Crash--
The scary mask also shattered into several pieces.
At this time, Qiao Wan was still alive, still able to breathe, with blood continuously choking her windpipe.
She lay there, half of her face pressed against the ground.
But her chest had already collapsed, looking terrifying.
"Damn it,"
Her chest.
Even in this state, for some reason, Qiao Wan's first thought was her chest.
Is she unwilling to give up?
It seems so.
Qiao Wan turned her only movable eyeball and saw Jia Yin picking up the disc from the ground.
The dragon shadow obediently slid into his sleeve, and with a flick of his wrist, it disappeared.
He didn't even look at Qiao Wan on the ground, turned and walked away, and even the strange curved knife never left its sheath, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
But halfway through, the man suddenly swayed, frowned, and some blood appeared on his chest.
He walked to the tree, closed his eyes, and sat down.
It seemed that Jia Yin had already been injured before chasing her, and the fact that he had such terrifying strength even while injured, Qiao Wan had to admit it, even if she didn't want to.
In front of this man, she was so fragile that she couldn't withstand a single blow.
Qiao Wan withdrew her gaze.
She was going to die.
Qiao Wan half of her face pressed against the ground, she thought to herself.
No one will come to save her, and she didn't even hope that Jia Yin, who was sitting not far away, would suddenly change his mind and save her.
There was a pine tree pressing against her back.
Her spine was broken, every piece shattered.
Qiao Wan blinked, and her tears followed the blood, silently smearing her face.
She felt wronged, she had just come down the mountain.
Just escaped from the fate of the original "Qiao Wan," freed from the influence of Mu Xiaoxiao, just started on her own path, but disaster struck.
She died just like her worthless father.
While lying on the ground, Qiao Wan suddenly thought of many things.
But what she thought of was not Zhou Yan, not Mu Xiaoxiao, not Pei Chunzheng.
What she thought of was every time she fought the demonic beasts at the risk of her life, every time she practiced with all her might.
She didn't want to die yet.
At the very least, she didn't want to silently die like this.
Qiao Wan closed her eyes, and tears mixed with blood flowed down.
An unprecedented will to survive burst out from the depths of her heart.
She clenched her teeth, her gaze burning.
She didn't want to die!
She could survive, she would definitely survive.
She wanted to survive and seek revenge against Jia Yin.
Qiao Wan closed her eyes and began to remember.
What did that book "Essentials of Body Refinement" say?
To refine the bones, to transform bones into a shield, to pull out bones as weapons.
No breakthrough, no progress.
Qiao Wan closed her eyes and started to diligently recall every word and chant from the "Essentials of Body Refinement", slowly extracting the remaining spiritual energy within her body.
Spiritual energy and demonic energy flowed out together.
The spiritual power and demonic energy that were incompatible in other people's bodies complemented each other in Qiao Wan's body, flowing slowly throughout her body.
As Qiao Wan coughed up blood foam and endured intense pain, she slowly repaired her body.
Wanting to repair her bones again was even more painful than before, a thousand times, a hundred times more painful.
This feeling was like countless sharp drills piercing into her bones.
Jia Yin, who was sitting nearby, opened his eyes and glanced coldly in Qiao Wan's direction.
He never expected that it had come to this point and this person refused to give up.
"You still won't give up?"
These words surprised Jia Yin himself.
Demon Emperor Jia Yin had always looked down on humans, at least the vast majority of them.
Humans were too fragile, and their lifespan was shorter compared to demons and monsters.
Jia Yin lowered his eyelashes and silently watched.
That person lay under the tree, with disheveled hair, and most of the sand beneath them stained red, obviously enduring great pain.
Qiao Wan didn't look at him and continued to endure the intense pain, repairing her bones all over her body.
Jia Yin gazed at the bright red sand beneath Qiao Wan's body.
How could one person bleed so much?
How could one person bleed so much and still want to stand up?
Maintaining a cross-legged position under the tree, Jia Yin casually asked, "Do you remember?"
Qiao Wan remained silent.
Jia Yin wasn't angered either, unexpectedly patient, he calmly asked again, "Do you remember?"
Qiao Wan lifted her sweaty eyes and finally looked at him, before lowering her eyelashes again.
Jia Yin's fingertip twitched against his knee.
The man stood up and walked in front of Qiao Wan, looking down at her condescendingly.
His gaze was no different from how one would look at a struggling ant.
As long as he lifted his hand, the efforts made by the "ant" in front of him would be in vain.
"I can easily kill you."
Qiao Wan still didn't say anything, enduring the pain and continuing her repairs.
It's not that Qiao Wan didn't want to speak, it's just that the pain was so intense that she couldn't utter a word.
But if she could endure swallowing the Human-faced Scorpion-tailed Spider, the Qi Sealing Nail piercing her veins, and the Thunderbody Forging, there was no reason she couldn't endure the pain of bone refinement. Cold sweat and blood soaked Qiao Wan's clothes, as she patched up for a while, then rested, panting heavily, her gaze filled with determination.
Jia Yin: "I'll give you one night. If you can still survive tomorrow, we'll fight again. If you can injure me, I'll let you go."
Qiao Wan, pale and weak, finally managed to utter a few hoarse words.
"I didn't steal the thunder disk."
Jia Yin: "You went through all this trouble just to tell me that?"
Qiao Wan, angrily repeating: "I didn't steal the thunder disk."
She refused to admit it. It wasn't her who stole it.
If he killed her, there would be nothing she could say.
He was better skilled than her; losing meant losing.
But he didn't kill her; instead, he gave her time and opportunity.
She would repay him for everything he did to her.
The man stood before her, silently watching her recovery, waiting for the second battle tomorrow.
Fingers healed and could move again.
Followed by the wrist bone...
...
The sternum...
Then the spine...
From moonrise to moonset.
...
The darkness of the night gradually faded away.
Qiao Wan spent the whole night recovering, while Jia Yin stood before her, watching her all night.
A beam of golden light shot out from the horizon.
In the glow of dawn, the blood-soaked "corpse" on the ground suddenly moved!
After a whole night of recovery, Qiao Wan slowly repaired all 206 bones in her body.
She did it. She successfully surpassed the stages of flesh, blood, and tendons, and reached the stage of bones.
With bones as shields, and removing bones as weapons!
After a night of bone cultivation, her entire skeletal structure now held a peculiar posture.
She sat on the ground for a while before trying to command her bones.
As she commanded her skeletal structure, she swiftly rose from the ground!
Snap -
Finger bones emerged, piercing through the muscles, and protruding ten long, white fingers bones.
The finger bones drew a sharp arc in the air, then swiftly aimed towards the man's scalp!
This was the "removing bones as weapons" technique in bodily cultivation.
Jia Yin stepped back, and five shadowy dragons emerged from his sleeve, easily dodging the attack.
The fiercely intimidating cultivator was once again sent flying.
But this time, it was clear that the man had held back.
Qiao Wan's back hit the tree trunk. She held her chest, gasping for breath, while glancing at her newly developed sharp claws.
At the same time, her cheekbones grew protrusive!
In an instant, half of her face was covered by the pale white bones.
This was the "bones as shields" technique!
Clad in a suit of bone armor, Qiao Wan charged forward once again!
Thud - Thud - Thud -
No matter how many times Jia Yin knocked her down, the girl gritted her teeth and kept going, with a ferocious look in her eyes, determined not to give up until she took a chunk of flesh.
Watching the girl in front of him, who refused to be defeated, Jia Yin started feeling interested and challenged.
Releasing his demonic power and dropping his curved blade, he said, "If you can injure me, I'll spare your life today."
With that, he also charged forward, barehanded.
The man's eyes were as fierce and dark as torches, showing no mercy like the person in front of him.
In the silent and deserted deep forest.
One person, one demon, fighting with bare hands, crazily going head-to-head!
This is Demon Emperor Jia Yin, a figure that scares many cultivators and makes them run away when they hear his name.
But now, he has relinquished his demonic power and is engaged in a fierce battle with Qiao Wan in the depths of the mountains.
There are no fancy spells or magical artifacts involved.
Only a simple contest of fighting skills and physical combat!
Qiao Wan charges forward and kicks the man in the chest. The man's black and clean robe is instantly left with a dusty footprint.
The wound on his chest bursts open, and the front of his clothes is stained with blood.
This bold cultivator.
Jia Yin's gaze is gloomy, but he shows no anger. His eyebrows don't even flinch. He instead utters in a low voice, "Come!"
Qiao Wan leaps and twists her body towards Jia Yin, delivering a headbutt to him.
Bang!
To her surprise, the man lacks the intimidating aura of a Demon Emperor. With a pale hand, he catches Qiao Wan by the shoulder and lifts her in front of him.
Bang!
He also gives Qiao Wan a fast, accurate, and powerful headbutt.
Jia Yin resolutely says, "Come again!"
This time, Qiao Wan's head is hit so hard that she sees stars. When she regains her senses, her forehead is covered with layers upon layers of bruises, and she retaliates with a solid headbutt.
Bang!
Qiao Wan says, "Come!"
Come on then!
Who's afraid of who?!
One is wearing a magnificent suit of armor that flutters in the wind, as sharp as a shining sword.
The other is agile, with strong demonic power. Every step and every move, be it footwork or killing techniques, are fierce and majestic, executed swiftly and cleanly.
Within a few miles, all the birds and beasts avoid them.
Jia Yin matured in sixteen months.
Since becoming an adult, he has been causing trouble and picking fights every day, challenging everyone who stands in his way.
Even though Qiao Wan has already gained considerable combat experience compared to the other disciples of Kunshan, being constantly by Ma Huaizhen's side, when compared to the battle-hardened Demon Emperor of the demonic realms, she still appears lacking.
The two figures wrestle for a moment before separating.
Not long after, Qiao Wan is thrown out again.
It is impossible to turn the tables in this desperate situation and defeat the Demon Emperor with a sudden burst of power.
Even though Qiao Wan recently reached the realm of "bone refining," in the face of absolute strength, she still belongs to the realm where Jia Yin can easily control and dominate her.
But Qiao Wan is stubborn and tough.
No matter how many times she is beaten, she wipes off the blood, rolls up her sleeves, and gets back up.
Bumping her head against a tree trunk, Qiao Wan shakes her head, grits her teeth, raises her fist covered with bone armor, and jumps onto a tree branch.
As for Jia Yin, he is also a demon who is obsessed with fighting. Even though his old wounds flare up and he spits up several mouthfuls of blood, he still confronts Qiao Wan head-on, wanting to see how long this cultivator can hold out.
But no matter how strong his body is, it can't withstand his reckless actions indefinitely.
While fighting, the man's face suddenly changed, his movements became slow for a moment, and he coughed up blood.
Qiao Wan tightened her fists and descended from the treetop.
Jia Yin glanced coldly, suppressed his chest injury, and quickly caught up.
Qiao Wan threw a punch!
Surprisingly, her punch landed solidly on the man's face!
The man's eyes flickered and he took a few steps back before suddenly falling down.
The situation took a sudden turn.
Qiao Wan stumbled and widened her eyes, disbelief written on her face as she glanced at her own fist.
Qiao Wan:... Can her strength really knock down Jia Yin with just one punch?
She withdrew her fist and quickly went to check on the man's condition.
The man who fell on the ground disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pile of dark robes.
Qiao Wan felt a sudden unease and quickly scanned the pile of fabric.
Where is Jia Yin?
In the next moment, Qiao Wan witnessed a sight she would never forget.
The pile of dark robes on the ground rose up, and from within emerged a white-haired creature with shiny fur - a honey badger.
The honey badger was wearing a long robe with silver demonic patterns, and its furry chest was bleeding. Its small, dark eyes glanced at Qiao Wan with a hint of pride and coldness.
Qiao Wan:...
The Demon Emperor of the demon realm, the majestic Jia Yin, had finally lost control and transformed into his original form right in front of her.
