bookrebus Chapter 288 Teaching Spells to Disciples
Chapter 288 Teaching Spells to Disciples
The spider demon sprinted at a speed of 100 meters per second, and in the blink of an eye, she had run from a mile away to Yang Jiao.
Due to inertia, it left long drag marks on the ground the moment it stopped.
Not only were his clothes all wrinkled, but there wasn't a single clean spot from head to toe.
They looked just like homeless vagrants.
Yang Jiao felt a pang of heartache and a surge of anger welled up within her. How dare someone come to her cave and bully her disciple! She coldly asked:
"Who bullied you like this!"
Upon hearing this, the spider demon sensed something was amiss.
The grievance on his face froze, and looking at his little master, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
Yang Jiao assumed she was scared, so she immediately straightened her back and continued to ask in a louder, deeper voice:
"Now that I'm back, I'll definitely stand up for you. Tell me! Which villain has harmed you like this!"
Spider Demon: ...
Yang Jiao said angrily, "Speak your mind, and I'll definitely avenge you!"
The spider demon hesitated, then said, "Little Master..."
"I'm here!"
The spider demon stopped speaking and just stared intently at Yang Jiao.
The master and apprentice's eyes met.
Yang Jiao noticed a strange atmosphere in her eyes...
She tilted her head and thought for a moment...
The gaze moved from the layout of the Bright Moon Cave to the stone tablet at the entrance, and finally settled on the portrait on the stone wall at the entrance.
Yes, it's for warding off evil spirits.
Let's take another look at the little spider.
Yes, it's a fairy.
Then, Yang Jiao's eyes narrowed sharply!
hiss~
The spider demon was utterly aggrieved. Seeing her little master come to his senses, she shed two lines of tears and sobbed as she said:
"That day, after I took the portrait back, I pasted it on the entrance of the cave as Master instructed."
"Then..." The spider demon recalled that scene, paused for a moment, and said in an even more pitiful tone with a sob, "The image of my little master appeared in the portrait. I was just happily bowing and paying my respects when she, she directly punched me in the head and sent me flying a whole mile away."
As the spider demon spoke, she casually stretched out an arm, pointing towards the boulder she had just taken cover from.
Now even that place is gone.
Because the Mosquito Taoist shattered it with a single glance.
The spider demon was so aggrieved.
He was just short of looking up to the sky and weeping.
Yang Jiao hurriedly tried to comfort her:
"I'm sorry, I just... forgot you're a fairy."
The spider demon cried even louder.
After living for three hundred years, I finally had a master and a cave, but they wouldn't let me in and I even got beaten up.
Yang Jiao bent down and patted the dust off the spider demon's body. The dust kept flying up from the spider demon's body, almost choking Yang Jiao. One could only imagine what kind of life she had been living outside for the past ten years.
She chuckled awkwardly:
"The main thing is, I've never considered you a monster, I've forgotten that."
The spider demon's weeping and wailing abruptly stopped.
A pair of large, dark eyes peeked out from behind a dirty face, anxiously and tentatively asking:
"really?"
Yang Jiao nodded earnestly:
"Of course it's true."
The life of a demon is nothing more than striving to cultivate oneself, transform into a human, and then attain immortality.
At that moment, the little master's words of agreement instantly turned the spider demon's grievances of the past years into nothingness, and she even felt a surge of joy in her heart.
For a monster to be seen as a human is a tremendous affirmation of its existence!
The Mosquito Taoist watched as the Spider Demon stopped crying.
Suddenly, a strange feeling arose, and he muttered to himself:
"She seems so gullible, why does she look so familiar?"
They had completely forgotten how they were abducted to the Blood Sea, and how they started risking their lives because of a few words from Yang Jiao.
Seeing that her apprentice had stopped crying, Yang Jiao darted to the cave entrance and quickly took down her portrait from it.
They rolled it into a ball and kneaded it into a pile.
He threw it out with all his might.
"Alright, alright, there are no more portraits, come in quickly."
The spider demon looked at the cave where she had once cultivated, her fingers lingeringly tracing every groove and scratch on the stone wall.
It's been so long since I've touched it!
She walked inside. Places of cultivation are filled with spiritual energy, and there was no dust inside.
The spider demon stopped crying and started laughing. She led Yang Jiao and the mosquito Taoist to sit at the head of the table, and then knelt down and kowtowed in greeting.
"Greetings, Junior Master."
Once a demon has made up its mind to submit, it will be unwavering. Yang Jiao quickly beckoned her to stand up and asked:
"Besides your cultivation level, have you also comprehended any other techniques?"
The spider demon replied with a hint of regret:
"Reporting to my junior master, I am dull-witted. Although I have leaped over the Dragon Gate, I have not yet grasped its profound mysteries."
"That's great!" Yang Jiao immediately clapped her hands in celebration.
"what?"
Seeing the little spider's astonished expression, Yang Jiao composed herself, coughed lightly, and said:
"Since you don't yet have a martial arts technique to rely on, I will teach you a skill that is specifically designed for you."
The spider was overjoyed.
His eyes were filled with tiny starlight, and he kowtowed three times with loud thuds, hoping to express his gratitude.
"Thank you, Junior Master!"
Yang Jiao nodded and, in a few words, told her about the spider demon's incredibly powerful technique for capturing people—the Navel Silk Technique.
The spider demon, as expected of someone who could leap over the dragon gate, possessed considerable comprehension. After a brief demonstration, she felt a burning sensation in her dantian and a full, swollen feeling in her navel.
Having acquired this powerful magic, she lifted her shirt and twisted her waist.
A woven silk net shot out from the navel, unfurled halfway down, and descended from the sky to cover a pine tree in the distance.
The spider demon twisted again, and the tree trembled violently. Pine cones fell to the ground with a crackling sound, like a downpour.
"Master! This technique is perfect for me." The spider demon hadn't even used her full strength; she could exert this much power simply by pulling on her spider silk. She felt that if she had used a little more strength, she could have uprooted the pine tree.
Having learned such powerful magic, she didn't forget her junior sister outside, and hesitated before speaking:
“Little Master, Xiaobai has been away seeking opportunities for many years and has not returned. Her cultivation is shallow, and even her disciples have a hundred years more cultivation than her. She must be having a hard time alone outside.”
Yang Jiao reassured her and then said:
"I came back to make preparations for you all. There are two cultivation techniques with Xiaobai."
Upon hearing this, the spider demon did not show any jealousy because she only had one while her junior sister had two. Instead, she was overjoyed and bowed deeply.
"Thank you for your concern, Junior Master."
Yang Jiao stood up, removed the purple-veined sapphire core from the Boshan furnace, and handed it to the spider demon, saying:
"Plant this peach sapling on the back mountain of the cave and take good care of it. I'm going to find Xiaobai now."
The spider spirit carefully accepted the newly sprouted seed, treasuring it as a precious treasure and making a promise:
"As long as my disciple is alive, I will not let it suffer the slightest harm."
Yang Jiao nodded.
Summoning the mosquitoes, I set off on my journey to find Little White.
Inside the Moonlit Cave, only the little spider, who had just returned home, remained for a moment.
Her nose twitched slightly.
For demonic beasts, the pit of a nine-thousand-year-old peach is extremely tempting.
The abundant spiritual energy emanating from it made her swallow hard, murmuring:
"It smells so good."
Swallowing this one core would increase one's cultivation by at least a thousand years.
The spider demon stared longingly.
With a final flick of his shirt, he sprayed out a dozen or so spiderwebs, sealing the seedling tightly inside. Gritting his teeth, he went to the back of the mountain to find a place to plant it.
Its fragrance captivated me all the way.
He bit his lips until they bled, not daring to fail his junior master's instructions.