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After a few hours, Ma Yi and Zhi Ye finally returned. Seeing them back, Kei Yunqing had prepared dinner for them. After finishing their meal, the several girls went to take a shower together.
When it was time for bed, Kei Yunqing followed their suggestion and used the same spell on them that had been used the previous day.
That night, at Longhu Mountain, Feng Baobao watched Wang Ye sleeping in a large tree. With a swift movement, she climbed up the tree and quietly tied him up with a rope. Once she had secured Wang Ye, she carried him toward the designated burial site.
Wang Ye woke up. What was going on? Zhuge Qing's fan club? After finishing the competition in the morning, a bunch of brainless fans had chased him around all afternoon. Just when he found a quiet spot to take a nap, he ended up getting tied up.
When Feng Baobao brought Wang Ye to the location and set him down, she picked up a bucket that was placed nearby and started pouring water into a hole she had already dug.
"What are you doing?" Wang Ye asked.
Feng Baobao explained, "I'm mixing water and soil in a certain ratio to make the mud fit your body better. It’s quite comfortable. The moisture also has suction to counteract your special strength."
Wang Ye was shocked after hearing her words. "You're quite professional!"
Feng Baobao waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing special; just practice makes perfect."
Wang Ye grimaced. "So you're basically a professional at burying people?"
Feng Baobao turned around, mixing the mud, while beneath Wang Ye, the Qimen Formation appeared.
Luan Jintuo!
From Wang Ye's perspective, an intangible version of himself dashed in a certain direction, passing through Feng Baobao. He stared intently at her.
Feng Baobao felt a slight odd sensation but continued humming a mountain song as she mixed the mud.
How could this be? Luan Jintuo actually didn’t work?
There was no slowing down, not even a hint of consumption; did Luan Jintuo fail to take effect? Wang Ye looked at Feng Baobao in shock.
Luan Jintuo was a time-related spell. It affected a person's perception of time, causing those ensnared by it to experience a significant slowdown in their actions relative to the actual passage of time. The degree of slowdown was linked to the importance of the affected individual in relation to the world, and consumption was tied to this as well.
If one were to slow down an ordinary passerby, their time would slow down by about forty times with minimal energy cost. However, slowing down an average extraordinary person would result in roughly a tenfold slowdown, which required more energy.
The last time he had helped Old Celestial Master, Wang Ye had used it on him too. It had succeeded, but only affected him for less than a full cycle of time, nearly exhausting all of Wang Ye's qi in the process.
How could it not have worked now? Wang Ye didn’t have time to ponder further; he was almost buried alive.
Di Long Yi!
Although Wang Ye’s hands and feet were bound, for experts like them, such restraints were ineffective unless they sealed off qi completely. Wang Ye plunged into the earth, and under his control, the ropes binding him began to fray.
Feng Baobao heard the sound of digging and rushed over to see the hole.
Oh no! He’s getting away!
The underground was vast, and Feng Baobao had no idea where Wang Ye had gone. She scratched her head and stared at the hole, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Wang Ye remained still, waiting for Feng Baobao to let her guard down. Suddenly, he seized her foot and swung her into the pit she had dug.
As Feng Baobao tumbled into the hole, Tu He Che sprang into action, manipulating the earth to bury her while thoughtfully leaving her head exposed.
Feng Baobao glared at Wang Ye. "You're different from the last one," she said, invoking the Awei Eighteen Styles. With a surge of energy, she shattered Tu He Che's restraints.
Grabbing a nearby iron shovel, she swung it at Wang Ye. Seeing her emerge, he quickly turned and fled.
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