Chapter 130 Pure Yang Yan
"Yes, Sister Cuiyu." Tushan Rongrong turned her gaze to Cui Yuling, "Since my memory has been tampered with by some force, then Sister Cuiyu, who has always been close to us, may have been affected to a certain extent. But your memory may still retain some untouched fragments, and through Mirror Flowers, it may be able to reveal some key information."
Cui Yuling was a little nervous when she heard this, but she was more driven by the deep friendship between the Tushan sisters. She nodded and said, "Okay, since it's for Yaya, I'm willing to give it a try."
Although Tushan Yaya's face remained indifferent, she nodded slightly, tacitly approving Rongrong's decision.
As Tushan Yaya waved her hands lightly, ripples appeared in the air, which was the precursor of Mirror Flower. Cui Yuling closed her eyes and concentrated, preparing for the upcoming memory exploration.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the only sound in the library was the gentle turning of pages. Suddenly, Cui Yuling's body shook slightly, and her brows knitted, as if she was fighting fiercely with the memories surging in her mind.
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"Hurry up and catch that bastard, don't let him run away."
In a forest, a large group of people dressed in servants' clothes were chasing a little boy about ten years old. The boy was thin, but his eyes revealed his unyielding and determination. He nimbly shuttled through the forest, avoiding the pursuit of the people behind him.
"I...I'm not a waste!"
The little boy roared in his heart, and every time he fell he quickly got up. He had only one thought in his mind - escape and find a place where he could prove his worth.
But his legs were scratched by the thorns on the road, blood dripped down his calves, and every step seemed extremely difficult. Coupled with the size difference between adults and children, he was soon caught up by the group of people. The little boy was forced into a dead end, with his back against a towering tree, and in front of him were densely packed enemies, their eyes full of ridicule and disdain.
"Hmph, let's see where you can run!" The leading servant grinned, holding a wooden stick as thick as his forearm, and approached the little boy step by step.
A flash of despair flashed in the little boy's eyes, but was soon replaced by a more determined light. He clenched his fists and tremblingly picked up a fallen branch from the ground. Although it looked so fragile and seemed to break at any time, it seemed to have become the most solid weapon in his hand.
"I...I won't let you bully me anymore!"
The little boy's voice echoed all around, with a bit of immaturity but extremely firm determination, ready to face the coming impact, even though he knew the result might not be optimistic.
"Don't worry, you won't be bullied anymore because you will die soon."
The leading servant smiled cruelly, and swung the stick in his hand vigorously, hitting the little boy's wrist mercilessly. The little boy screamed in pain, instinctively covered his injured wrist, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground, and the branch carrying hope also fell to the side.
However, this cruel scene did not move the leading servant's heart of sympathy. Instead of stopping, he swung the stick even more fiercely, hitting the curled-up thin body of the little boy again and again. The little boy could only curl up helplessly, using his tiny body to protect the most vulnerable part as much as possible, facing the endless atrocities.
Cui Yuling, who had just finished picking herbs and was about to go back, was attracted by the boy's screams and came to observe the situation not far away. When she saw this scene, a trace of astonishment and anger flashed in her eyes. She had never seen such a cruel treatment of a child, and a strong desire to protect him surged in her heart.
Cui Yuling took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. The two parties in the dispute were both human. If she, a monster, rushed out rashly, she would only get into trouble, unless she could silence everyone present and ensure that the news would not spread.
During the time she hesitated, the little boy had been beaten all over by many servants, and even his consciousness became blurred.
"Dad...Mom..." In a trance, the little boy seemed to see his deceased parents again. He stretched out his hand, as if asking his parents to take him away from this cold and heartless world.
"Set them on fire!"
Just when the little boy was about to lose consciousness completely, a majestic female voice suddenly sounded in his mind, as if giving him orders.
"How can I set it off? I don't have any fire starter..."
The sudden sound made the little boy confused, but then he seemed to feel a warm and familiar power surging in his body. A strange light flashed in the little boy's eyes, and he seemed to be able to sense every detail of the surrounding environment, and even detect the fire element hidden in the surrounding air.
"Use your mind... to guide it..."
The female voice sounded in his mind again, clear and firm.
The little boy closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. He felt a subtle connection between himself and the power. He imagined the shape of the flame and felt the warmth gradually gather into a powerful energy, jumping at his fingertips.
When the flame in his hand was completely formed, the little boy pushed his palm hard, and a tiny flame instantly shot out from the dry bushes, spreading rapidly to form a circle of fire, surrounding the servants.
The servants were frightened by this sudden change and panicked. They dropped their sticks and fled in all directions. However, the fire spread too quickly and they were soon trapped in the sea of fire, screaming.
"What should I do? These fires are about to burn me."
The little boy looked at the fire growing more and more fierce around him and suddenly panicked. He instinctively turned to the voice in his head for help.
"What are you afraid of? You summoned these fires, so they can't hurt you. Now you just need to step out of the fire circle and wait for the flames to burn these bastards to ashes."
The woman's voice was calm and steady, giving the little boy unprecedented peace of mind. He followed her instructions, his legs trembling as he stepped back step by step until he passed through the sea of fire and came out of the encirclement of the sea of fire.
The firelight shone on his scarred little face, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented light. He realized that he actually possessed such incredible power.
"Is this... is this true? I... I summoned fire?"
The little boy muttered to himself, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.
At this time, Cui Yuling was hiding in the dark and witnessed all this. She was shocked.
Others may not be able to recognize the flame summoned by the little boy, but Cui Yuling is very familiar with it. It is the pure yang flame known as the demon-killing divine fire!
(End of this chapter)