Chapter 152 Backlash "Sometimes, the justice in your heart may come late, causing you to suffer too much injustice, but as long as you firmly believe in the existence of justice, no matter how late it is, as long as you persist, justice will come to you and decide for you! Daoist friend, I know you have lost all hope, but your justice has come. Your sect may not do anything in the face of the injustice you have suffered, but we will not, the Immortal Cultivation Alliance will not, and the so-called justice in this world will not! Today, we have traveled here and seen your injustice, and decided to help you expose this matter to the world. Even if it is not me, but someone else, as long as they have the great way in their hearts, they will definitely do this." Zhou Ling looked at his face that was numb with sadness, and her heart was slightly touched. This is how the world is. Injustice is everywhere, but not all injustice will eventually lead to fairness. Zhou Ling hesitated for a long time before he said these words. And the man's originally dim eyes finally had a glimmer of light. He raised his head with a slightly wooden look and looked at Zhou Ling, a short girl with ordinary looks. Her cultivation level seemed to be similar to his, so she must have just started practicing Taoism. He pulled the corners of his pale mouth and smiled sadly. When one first enters the path of cultivating immortals, everyone has great ambitions, thinking that with the great path in their hearts, they can embark on this path to the sky and achieve immortality. But in fact, not all paths to cultivating immortals are bright. Some places, at least his sect, are bright on the surface but dark on the inside. It is so dark that there is not a single ray of light, making it impossible to see the way forward. "That was a casual cultivator..." He still spoke. At this point, having fallen into the hands of these two female cultivators, his future might have been completely cut off. He couldn't take revenge, but he still had half of his country behind him.
"At the beginning, when they attacked Dongqi, that casual cultivator showed up. But later, perhaps because he realized that they had almost certainly conquered Dongqi, he rarely showed up in public. I have seen his face. I was even assigned to serve him tea in the reception hall of my sect... Little Taoist friend, if you want to find evidence, go to our sect. Although that person is a casual cultivator, he has close contacts with our sect. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" The man said this with another bitter smile, but the next second, his expression suddenly changed! With a pale face, he quickly turned his head and coughed twice. The smell of blood was faintly filled in the air. Zhou Ling fixed his eyes on the sleeves covering his eyes, mouth and nose, and found bloodstains. She didn't know what the so-called backlash of heaven looked like, but she knew that there was something obviously wrong with the man in front of her. "Which sect?" She was a little annoyed that this person didn't get to the point. After chatting for a long time, he still didn't introduce himself. "Moon-Watching Sect." It seemed like a calm answer, but the heart was actually not calm. Like Zhou Ling, he had no idea what form the so-called divine punishment would take. But now, he seemed to know. It was as if a giant eye in the sky was staring at him, and the enormous pressure was so great that even though he had lost all hope and wanted to die, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. So, this is the backlash of heaven? He couldn't raise his head, and his knees were weak. The spiritual power in his body seemed to be slipping out of his control. At first, it was just a few strands of forked and disordered spiritual power, but now, the disordered spiritual power is increasing. What's worse, it split into two strands, rushing around in his meridians, disrupting all normal operations. When spiritual power is diverted, coughing up blood is only the mildest symptom. He knew that this symptom would not improve, but would only get worse. This time, I'm really going to die. He looked up at the world again. The forest was deep and green. The wind blew and the leaves moved. The shadows of the trees danced. The cicadas chirped non-stop, as if they were singing praises. As if they were bidding farewell. He suddenly felt greedy. This forest he was in was where he often came when he was a child. His mother, father, and sister often came here when summer came. Their favorite thing must be to catch unhatched cicadas in the mountains and forests with a small oil lamp when the sun set. Clean it, pick out the internal organs, and fry it in oil until golden... My mother is a good cook. Even her fried cicadas taste better than others. When he dies and goes to the underworld to see his mother, will he still be able to eat the food she cooks? He came back late and failed to save his mother, father and sister. Will they blame him? For the sake of Dongqi and revenge, he used the forbidden technique passed down from his ancestors. When his father finds out, will he blame him? The pain caused by the deviation of spiritual power has reached an unbearable level. The man's internal organs were damaged by the chaotic spiritual energy. His head tilted and he spat out another mouthful of blood. How could Zhou Ling not know that he was dying, but... there was too little information from him! "Can you still hold on? I'll take you to the nearest Xiuxian Alliance garrison!"
This person was a participant, and if what he said was true, then he was an extremely important witness. In short, no matter what, she had to send him to where he should go, at least he couldn't die in her hands! "It's useless. Do you think the Immortal Cultivation Alliance's garrison here is innocent?" Yes, now the man can also see that this seemingly young girl and the older female cultivator actually really want to help him. Perhaps when a man is about to die, his words are kind. They wanted to help him, and he appreciated it. "Then where to go? Where can I send you to help?" "There's no time. My internal organs are damaged. I can't go that far..." Before he could finish his sentence, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Zhou Ling had a headache. This man spat out several mouthfuls of blood from beginning to end, and some of the blood splashed on her clothes. At first, she used some magic to clean the clothes, but every time she finished, she was splashed with blood again. "Then where do you think it would be safe to expose this matter?" If this man wanted to seek justice for himself, he might have already run to many places. Being forced to this point, he didn't even want to live anymore. Maybe he really had no other way out. "The teleportation array is under guard, and there are people patrolling the border. If you want to pass on the message and avoid these people, go to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance headquarters, or other sects that can uphold justice in the Immortal Cultivation World, that's fine..." The man was no longer coughing, but was unconsciously bleeding from his mouth and nose while he was talking. The opponent was extremely weak, so Zhou Ling casually probed into his body meridians. If her spiritual awareness had not been slightly stronger, she would have been hit by the spiritual power running wild in his body. With his spiritual power in such a mess, it would be a miracle if he could make it to the headquarters of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance! Zhou Ling is usually quite stingy, but now... Oh, it's her fault. She took out a pill, and when the man opened his mouth to breathe, she popped it into his mouth with a whoosh. (End of this chapter)
