Quick Transmigration: Still Life Fairy

Chapter 266 The Puppet Who Usurped the Nest

Ling Miao'an was stunned when she suddenly heard the ancestor say that he had all the remaining materials.

What the hell? If they already had everything, why weren't they told me beforehand? I was about to give up when I was suddenly told that everything I wanted had been gathered. Isn't this like forcing a duck onto a shelf, making me perform some kind of miracle?

Ling Miao'an stared wide-eyed. The experiences of the past few days had left him exhausted, and he couldn't muster any anger at the moment. He could only helplessly keep this matter in mind, planning to settle the score later.

With all the materials needed to perform the resurrection technique gathered, there was no reason to regret it. Just then, the Central Plains Secret Realm was closing, and Ling Miao'an unsurprisingly won first place. The rule of this secret realm was survival, so ancient beasts were everywhere. Most people were sent to their deaths by these beasts, and the few survivors were in very bad shape. Among the short, Ling Miao'an was relatively well-off, and given that he was the protagonist, first place was naturally undisputed.

The prize for first place is a longsword. The longsword is simple and unadorned, but it is definitely a divine weapon! Moreover, the prized longsword is vaguely similar to Ling Miao'an's original sword. There must be a connection between the two swords.

Of course, Ling Miao'an had no time to pay attention to any of this. After leaving the secret realm, he quickly found a beautiful place and began to arrange the materials in his hands according to a certain pattern.

Now that the secret realm is over, it's time to return to the sect. Yu Qing's situation remains unexplained; we must act quickly to bring her back to life.

All the materials were placed in their exact positions. When the last piece of the Ten-Thousand-Year Tree Spirit Essence was added, all the materials emitted a faint light, resonating with each other, and slowly floated upwards.

Yu Qing's body, which was surrounded by materials, began to float up gradually, rising to a height of three or four meters before stopping.

Ling Miao'an stood on the periphery of the materials, closed her eyes, held her breath, and concentrated. Her spiritual energy flowed through her body according to a certain pattern, flowing from her left hand into her right hand and then out of her right hand, injecting into the floating array of materials.

The materials began to shake. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the ground beneath Yu Qing's corpse, and a vine with a large eye at its tip slowly rose out. After looking around, it quickly wrapped around Yu Qing's body while Ling Miao'an had her eyes closed, dragging her into the ground and throwing out another corpse at the same time.

The corpse looked exactly like Yu Qing, and even the clothes on its body were very similar. You couldn't tell the difference unless you looked closely.

Ling Miao'an's spellcasting continued.

The materials trembled more and more violently, and a wisp of green smoke gradually rose from above each precious material. The green smoke varied in color, but all of it flew toward the same target—Yu Qing's body.

"Click——"

As the green smoke entered Yu Qing's body, a purple lightning bolt suddenly flashed across the clear blue sky, and dark clouds began to gather, creating a scene reminiscent of an impending storm.

"boom--"

As the spell continued, the dark clouds grew thicker and darker, turning from a light black to a pure black. The once bright sky suddenly turned black, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Judging by this momentum, it's truly formidable. Yu Liu couldn't help but think to herself. She was intently looking up at the sky: "The tribulation lightning is coming!"

To bring someone back from the dead is to defy fate and change one's destiny. Since it is defying fate, the heavens will naturally teach the defiant a lesson. The appetizer is the tribulation lightning that everyone in the cultivation world fears.

Ling Miao'an had never seen such a tribulation before. He had been in the cultivation world for quite some time and had witnessed the tribulations of the Xuan Shu Sect elders when they crossed realms. There was never such a spectacle before. Moreover, there had never been any story in the cultivation world of anyone whose tribulation clouds covered the entire sky in darkness during their tribulation.

He began to feel uneasy. Even though he knew he was the main character, he couldn't relax. The darkness was frightening enough, let alone the fact that this time it was aimed at him.

Ling Miao'an was currently unable to perform any other actions besides maintaining the operation of his spell. He could clearly feel himself being locked onto by a terrifying being, with a dense killing intent surrounding his body, as if it could break free of its restraints and strangle him at any moment.

The feeling of being on the verge of death is unbearable for most people. At least Ling Miao'an's legs had begun to tremble. He wanted to back out and not revive Yu Qing anymore! He had only revived Yu Qing to obtain the position of sect leader of the Xuan Shu Sect, but what use was the position of sect leader if he didn't even have a life? As he thought this, he began to try to stop casting the spell, but was it possible?

"Once this spell is activated, unless it succeeds, everything involved will be destroyed by the rules of the Great Dao, including the caster. I think that his protagonist halo is no match for the Great Dao. So, whether it succeeds or not, we've already gained something!"

Yu Liu had already foreseen the fulfillment of her wish, and her eyes crinkled with joy.

Ling Chuqing stroked her hair lovingly, held her baby in her arms, and continued to observe Ling Miaoan's situation.

After realizing he couldn't stop the spell, Ling Miao'an was devastated! He had no choice but to keep the spell running, praying that his protagonist aura was strong enough to protect him.

"Crack—hiss—"

Streaks of lightning flashed intermittently within the dark clouds, making a crackling sound as if the clouds were filled with streaking lightning. The flowing lightning gradually converged, and a dazzling light tore through the night, followed closely by thunder.

"Boom——"

The purple lightning bolt struck straight towards Ling Miao'an.

Ling Miao'an's eyes widened, and he cried out in his heart, "My life is over!" Just as the purple lightning was about to strike him, the two longswords on his back lit up with a blue and a purple light. The two longswords, like swans with their necks intertwined, intertwined intimately and slowly flew to the top of Ling Miao'an's head, forcefully catching the purple lightning.

Just as the lightning dissipated, a purple-black ball of lightning had already condensed overhead, carrying unparalleled power as it flew towards Ling Miao'an.

Ling Miao'an almost wet his pants watching. His heart was pounding faster than his body could handle, but he was completely oblivious to it. He could only watch helplessly as the purple ball of lightning drew closer and closer. Finally, he simply closed his eyes, too afraid to look up again.

He only prayed that he would be safe and sound.

The two longswords seemed to possess boundless power. Working together, they once again captured the purple lightning ball. Then, the longswords soared upwards, their target the dark clouds above Ling Miao'an's head!