The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

Using the clear images reflected by the mirror, Li Qing began a meticulous exploration of the depths of the demon soul, searching for the imprint of the martial arts technique hidden within.

This is not just a physical operation, but also an extreme challenge to one's will.

Therefore, he must remain absolutely calm and focused, not allowing any mistakes.

Inside the training room, the candlelight flickered and the light and shadows were mottled, adding a touch of unreal depth to the air that was so heavy that it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it.

The surroundings were silent and quiet, with only the melody of the Yao Qin played by Chi Feng's fingertips, flowing like a clear spring in the mountains.

Every note she sang was like a gentle comfort, helping Li Qing to calm his mind and resist the impending pain and pressure.

Li Qing's eyes were sharp as he concentrated on exploring the chaotic and dark area deep within the demon's soul through the mirror transformed by the Heart-Eating Demon.

After some difficult exploration, he finally locked onto the imprint of the martial arts technique hidden in the deepest part of the demon soul through the image reflected in the mirror.

It was a pitch-black insect, much smaller than Zhou Yu's mark, and was exactly his target.

As Li Qing silently recited the mantra of the Soul-Cutting Worm Separation Technique in his mind, the entire demon soul began to subtly fluctuate, as if even the air had become heavier.

The imprint in the demon soul seemed to feel an unprecedented threat, as if it had a life that was resisting the impending peeling off. It began to struggle and squirm frantically, trying to escape its predetermined fate.

However, under the suppression of the secret technique, its struggle seemed so powerless, like a fallen leaf in the wind, and ultimately unable to resist the trend of the times.

The brand was gradually drawn to the surface of the demon soul and became clearly visible.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qing's spiritual power surged out like a flood that broke through a dam.

The Soul-Severing Blade he controlled seemed to be given life, flashing with cold light, drawing precise tracks on the surface of the demon soul, and with astonishing speed and accuracy, it carried out a thrilling cutting around the imprint of the martial arts technique.

When the first blow was struck, Li Qing immediately felt the unbearable pain that was far beyond what outsiders could imagine.

It was a tearing feeling deep in his soul, as if countless tiny sharp blades were cutting and pulling at the deepest part of his consciousness, and each one made him feel excruciating pain.

As the cutting continued, the resistance of the brand in the demon soul became stronger and stronger. It seemed to sense the threat and began to struggle and twist frantically, trying to break free from the invisible shackles.

This movement not only affected the demon soul itself, but also backfired on Li Qing through the subtle connection he had established with it.

Li Qing only felt that his soul was placed in a raging fire, being mercilessly burned and tortured.

Every time he swung the Soul-Severing Blade, it would leave a deep scar on his own demon soul. The pain was direct and pure, striking the deepest part of his heart.

He felt as if he was torn into countless pieces, each piece was screaming and wailing, but was forcibly held together by an inexplicable force, continuing to endure this endless torture.

At this moment, the small Peng head on Li Qing's demon soul revealed an expression distorted by pain.

But he did not give up, because he knew that only by persisting could he completely get rid of the stigma that had bound him for many years and usher in true freedom.

At this moment, Chi Feng's piano music seemed to be his only comfort. The gentle yet firm melody was like a spring breeze on his face, bringing him a hint of coolness and peace.

She conveyed strength and faith through the sound of the piano, allowing Li Qing to see the light of hope in despair.

However, even so, Li Qing's pain was far from over.

He had to stay awake and focused at all times to ensure that every swing of the knife was accurate. Otherwise, if he made a mistake, not only would all his previous efforts be wasted, but he might also end up in a situation where he was about to lose his soul.

In the process of cutting the brand, Li Qing experienced unprecedented pain and struggle. This was not only the cutting of the demon soul brand, but also the tempering of his own will and spirit.

Chi Feng's piano playing became more rapid and passionate at this moment. Each of her notes was like a precise drum beat, providing Li Qing with the power to soothe his pain.

Her eyes were closed, as if she was also experiencing the spiritual battle with Li Qing. Her existence was Li Qing's strongest support.

In addition, the endless supply of soul-purifying spiritual fluid has been pouring on it, which not only alleviates the demon soul's pain, but also seems to be cheering him up.

Even though the dosage of the Soul-Clearing Liquid was increased and the Requiem played by Chi Feng was suppressing it, the pain of the demon soul being cut was still not reduced much.

Fortunately, Li Qing was rich and generous. Every time he cut, he would take out a bottle of spiritual liquid from Qingyu and pour it all on the demon soul, as if there would be endless supply.

Despite the pain, Li Qing knew that only by completely erasing this stigma could he break free from the shackles of the past and embrace a brighter future.

Li Qing and Chi Feng, a couple, one cuts off the brand while the other guards his mind, and together they face this major test that will determine their future destiny.

I don't know how long it took, but at a decisive moment, Li Qing seized the opportunity and finally moved his mind suddenly. A bright light pierced through the night sky, cutting off the insect along with all the darkness and restraints it brought!

As the insects disappeared, a powerful energy wave emanated from the demon soul, causing the entire training room to tremble slightly.

At this moment, Li Qing felt an unprecedented sense of ease and freedom surging throughout his body.

He knew that he had finally gotten rid of the shackles that had bound him for so many years. From now on, he could fly freely between heaven and earth and pursue a higher level of practice.

All these achievements are inseparable from Chi Feng’s companionship and support.

The couple experienced this life-and-death test together, and their feelings and beliefs for each other became more firm.

In mid-air, Li Qing's demon soul was like a faint green light. After staying in the void for a long time, it immediately found its familiar home and quickly merged into his body.

The surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly, as if even the heaven and earth were moved, witnessing the rebirth of this soul.

Chi Feng was wearing a fiery red robe and had a beautiful face. Her eyes never left Li Qing.

Even at such a critical moment, her hands were still jumping on the strings of the zither, playing a melodious and soft melody.

The sound of the piano is not just a simple accumulation of notes. It contains the power of healing and soothing, building an invisible barrier for Li Qing and helping him to smoothly pass through this fragile recovery period.

There was no trace of slackness or relaxation on Chi Feng's face, only endless determination and tenderness. She knew that this cutting and branding was far from over.

Although she got rid of the brand, the pain in her husband's demon soul still existed, and the wounds in the demon soul needed to be repaired.

The road after freedom is still full of thorns.