Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

"It's almost time. There's also a cup of tea. But they said they want to take some of your blood and hair."

Zhenren Mingyu walked slowly forward holding the cold jade box, his medicine robe still stained with morning dew.

Two offerings lay quietly in the box: a lock of silver hair taken from Chu Ziyu in the Demon Locking Tower, and the heart's blood that had just been taken from the air.

The drop of blood flowed in the cold jade, with gold in silver, and the characteristics of the cat demon clan could be vaguely seen.

“There’s only one thing left.”

Xuan Xiao turned to Lin Ci'an who was trapped outside the formation.

The Jingzhe Sword sensed its master's mood and hummed incessantly within its scabbard. With a flick of his finger, a wisp of purple sword energy was forcibly drawn from the blade.

The sword energy circled in the air like a dragon, and finally sank into the soul-testing mirror in the center.

The three-meter-high soul-testing mirror suddenly shone brightly.

The soul-locking spell patterns carved by Xuan Xiao himself on the mirror frame lit up one by one, and the mirror surface rippled like water.

The disciples of the Discipline Hall fastened nine black iron demon-locking chains to the center of the formation. The other ends of the chains penetrated the void and were directly tied to Chu Ziyu's limbs in the tower.

"Soul-tracing incense, light."

Mingyu lit the incense burner with a snap of her fingers, and green smoke rose up, turning into silver threads that penetrated the restrictions of the Demon Locking Tower.

The medicine boys held the eternal lamps made of Chu Ziyu's hair and stood in a circle according to the position of the Big Dipper.

As the lights flickered, the scene in the soul mirror became clearer and clearer.

The disciples in the audience held their breath in concentration.

"Demon Locking Tower, open."

Following Xuan Xiao's command, the runes on the entire platform of inquiry burst out with dazzling light at the same time.

(Magic instrument, Soul Mirror: can reflect past and present lives, and distinguish whether one has possessed another.

Soul-Tracing Incense: Burning it can allow the soul to temporarily leave the body and reveal its true origin.

Demon-Locking Chain: Binds the demon's body to prevent its power from running wild during soul testing.

The huge black iron door slowly opened with a harsh friction sound, and a strong wind swept out with the smell of blood.

In the shadows of the tower, Chu Ziyu's figure gradually became clear - he was half-kneeling on the ground, his silver hair was disheveled, and the ends of his hair were stuck together into wisps by blood.

The demon-locking chain was still buckled around his wrist, but it had been torn into pieces. The sharp iron spikes penetrated deeply into his flesh. Blood flowed down his pale arm, forming beads of blood at his fingertips, which fell to the ground drop by drop.

His robes had long been torn to pieces, revealing a back covered in scars - those were fake burns from lightning and fire, with blue and purple interlaced, flesh curled up, and even the white bones visible.

The penetrating wound left by the Jingzhe Sword on his heart was hideous and terrifying, with an ominous purple-black edge, as if it was still being eroded by the sword energy.

(In the spiritual space)

6872's light ball spun around anxiously: "Boss! The injury is too realistic! Even the pain simulation is overloaded!"

Chu Ziyu's spirit crossed his legs leisurely: "Why are you panicking? How can you deceive me into crying if I'm not miserable?"

"cough......"

Chu Ziyu suddenly choked on a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.

He barely supported himself on the ground with his hands, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the gaps between his nails were covered in blood from scratching during the struggle.

The cat's ears drooped limply, and the iconic tuft of silver hair on the tip of the ear was stuck together by blood, trembling slightly with his rapid breathing.

The most terrible thing is those eyes - the amber cat pupils are covered with a layer of mist, and appear like broken glass in the sunlight.

When he raised his head with difficulty and looked at everyone, beads of blood were still hanging on his long eyelashes, about to fall.

Mingyu was the first to rush forward, but froze the moment she touched him - this body was so cold that it didn't look like a living person, even the temperature unique to demons had disappeared.

"Master...Uncle..."

Chu Ziyu called out weakly, but more blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his lips.

He seemed to have finally reached his limit, and fell forward.

Then, in full view of everyone, it fell accurately into Lin Ci'an's arms.

The moment Chu Ziyu fell into his arms, Lin Ci'an froze.

(How can he be so light?)

This was Lin Ci'an's first thought. The body in his arms was so thin that it seemed like only bones remained, and even the breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

He subconsciously tightened his arms, but heard a muffled groan from the person in his arms, and suddenly his breathing became suffocated, and then he felt a dense, needle-like pain in his heart.

“Brother…”

He called out in a hoarse voice, but saw Chu Ziyu suddenly struggle and push him away.

"The blackening value is reduced by 40, and the current blackening value is 50"

(In the spiritual space)

6872: “…You definitely did it on purpose.”

Chu Ziyu's spirit smiled cunningly: "Nonsense, otherwise it would have been in vain for so long? Xiao An, please feel sorry for me.

Chu Ziyu staggered out of Lin Ci'an's arms, and his blood-stained fingertips briefly stayed on his palm, as if to comfort, but also as if to say goodbye.

He dragged the demon-binding chain, step by step, towards the center of the magic circle. With each step, more blood gushed out of the wound in his heart, leaving a glaring red mark on the platform of inquiry.

His silver hair hung down, covering his pale face. Only his amber cat-like eyes were still clear, shining like gold in the sunlight.

Mingyu wanted to go forward to support him, but Xuanxiao held her shoulders, and Xuanxiao's eyes were fixed on his apprentice - the child's walking posture was exactly the same as when he was injured during his first sword practice three hundred years ago.

Chu Ziyu, bound by demon-binding chains, knelt in the center of the formation. His face was pale, his silver hair blown by the night wind, and his cat ears drooped in weakness, but his expression was calm, even with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

"Master, let's begin."