Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1403: Three Feathers Celestial Throne Spirit Seal
"It is okay," Yang Qing gently and warmly whispered as he softly patted the trunk of the green flame tree.
"It is okay," he gently repeated as he patted the trunk.
His lulling soft speech had an effect as the temperature started to cool down and the flames surrounding the green flame tree slowly returned to their original look, though not completely.
The color they settled into was a cyan as opposed to the deep, rich emerald green that colored its flames and leaves, and the temperatures, though not sun-hot, still felt like a hot, humid tropical afternoon sun.
It showed that while Yang Qing’s words seemed to have settled it, the green flame tree was not completely back to normal. Not that Yang Qing expected it to, given the nature of the present company, more so one of them.
"Thank you," Yang Qing softly whispered to the green flame tree, his hand still placed on the trunk. The green flame tree swayed gently from side to side in response.
With his partner’s state settled, Yang Qing turned to face the rest of the audience, which was an uneasy Han Lei, whose posture suggested he was still looking for escape points, and Yang Shitong, who firmly pinned Luo Suyun in place. Though given how they looked, one would think Luo Suyun was kneeling of her own volition, given the lazy gait Yang Shitong had on, which seemed to have irked Luo Suyun, as her flustered, slightly unnerved expression quickly twisted to one of cold ruthlessness.
"Let go," Luo Suyun coldly said. "No one can touch me except my master," she added with the same sense of emotionless monotone she usually had in her tone, though one could still tell she was angry.
Unfortunately for her, she had chosen the wrong person to direct her anger towards.
Yang Shitong’s lips curled into a carefree smile as he looked down at her with his trademark mock-teasing look that he had long grown accustomed to using, given the number of times he had used it on Yang Qing.
"Is that so?" Yang Shitong languidly remarked. "But I do not want to. I had to move fast to keep you from dying, and I twisted my ankle in the process," he added, wearing a pitiful expression as he weakly swung the ’injured’ ankle to show its state.
"See, it is likely swollen," he pitifully added, dangling the ankle once more as he winced in pain. Though he didn’t put a lick of effort into selling it, the cheeky grin at the end of the wince quickly melted into a dangerous smile.
"Surely even someone so steeped in blood like you knows the concept of gratitude for having their life saved, right?" he coldly asked, narrowing his eyes at Luo Suyun as his grin grew sharper and wider.
"Move," Luo Suyun coldly replied, immediately followed by red baleful mist and sharp saber intent leaking from her body.
Han Lei, sensing things were about to explode, looked imploringly toward Yang Qing with a gaze that seemed to say: What do we do? Suyun looks like she might just kill him. Should I step in? Or will you?
All he got in response was a shake of the head from Yang Qing and a faint smile.
Han Lei sighed inwardly, trying to bury his unease and worry in that sigh. As a former assassin and more so one who had infiltrated an assassin organization solely to annihilate it for the massacre of his clan, it was safe to say he had been in countless tense situations. Yet being here in this charged atmosphere reminded him of his early days, when he had just joined the Ghost Viper Court.
He could not help but smile wryly as he felt the unease course through his body. He had long thought that was one of the emotions his body had forgotten in his pursuit for vengeance. But as it seemed, his body had not forgotten.
He was not quite sure what to feel about it. Should he feel happy that he was not yet an unfeeling husk, as he had thought, or should he bemoan his future for still being able to feel anxious about situations, especially given the present circumstances? He had this uneasy feeling that he would come across similar situations in his future.
His thoughts were cut off as, just as he had feared, Luo Suyun acted on her bloodlust. Of his new ’comrades,’ she was the one he was most wary of, given the sheer volume of killing intent and bloodlust that surrounded her. She may have had it contained, but as a former assassin honed in sensing all manner of things related to the domain of death, Han Lei was especially sensitive to killing intent and bloodlust. So no matter how much Luo Suyun restrained hers, from the moment he came in contact with her, all his senses were screaming that Luo Suyun had killed more people than he had, and not by a small margin either.
Even Gao Wei, that healer whom Han Lei was also wary of, had a lower taint than Luo Suyun’s, even though the aura of murder and resentment qi that surrounded him showed he too was just as seasoned a killer as Han Lei was.
As such, given the dense bloodlust, slaughter, murderous qi, and resentment qi that surrounded her, Gao Wei had instantly marked Luo Suyun as an unstable element. He figured someone like her, at the slightest inconvenience, would move to resolve everything with unfiltered violence.
Restraint did not seem to be in her vocabulary, which Han Lei guessed must have been the reason why Yang Qing had him go with her whenever he sent her to the Green Fog Swamp Region. And her actions on those trips more than confirmed his suspicions.
Anybody could be a killer, but not anybody could be an assassin. Both dealt in death, but the latter was more like a noble of death. Their actions followed rules, refined control, and grace. An assassin without control was just a mindless killer. They may be called tools, but tools had rules that governed how and where they worked. You could not use a fork to drink soup, any more than you could use a knife to knit clothes.
An assassin’s strength was in knowing what they could or could not do and how and when to do it.
"Here it comes," Han Lei thought to himself, cutting short his philosophical thoughts on death when he saw Luo Suyun borrow the momentum of her piercing saber intent, which had now materialized into a red-black scythe that immediately formed above her head, instantly moving toward Yang Shitong’s wrist. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Yang Shitong smiled, making no motion to move as a dense purple light poured from his hands.
"Three feathers should be enough," he lazily murmured.
Three Feathers Celestial Throne Spirit Seal.
Han Lei’s eyes widened with shock when he saw three violet-purple feathers, each the size of a ten-meter tree, suddenly materialize out of thin air, radiating a boundless and sacred aura. He even felt the urge to prostrate and bow before those feathers.
Immediately following their appearance, three golden waterfalls poured from the sky into the feathers as though they were falling stars. Immediately after the resonance between the stars and the feathers, the feathers shrank down to normal size, and two of them anchored into the ground to the left and right of Luo Suyun, as a gold-violet chain suddenly appeared at the end of each feather, piercing through Luo Suyun’s stomach to tie into one another, using her abdomen as the joining point between the two chains.
As for the third feather, which also had a gold-violet chain on one of its ends, that one had burrowed into Luo Suyun’s head, and in the process of doing so, effortlessly shattered her materialized scythe of red saber intent, flowed into her head, and then split into two. One part entered her head, and the other anchored itself on the ground like the other two feathers and was connected to its split part via the golden chain.
"Seal," Yang Shitong languidly said as he clenched his fist in the same lazy motion as his voice, which resulted in the feathers and the chains humming with a sacred chime as though heavenly bells had just been rung. The chime was accompanied by a gold-violet curtain of light whose ethereal form descended on Luo Suyun.
If before she had been flustered when the green flame tree suddenly attacked, right now, as the violet-golden light bathed her body in its radiance, she felt utterly horrified, instinctively feeling that death had descended upon her.
She lost sense of her surroundings, and immediately after, she lost sense of herself.
