PDLP Chapter 314 The Man in the Stone
Chapter 314 The Man in the Stone
The Stone Man, a magical artifact, was a gift left by the Yan Emperor and distributed to everyone by Xiao Yue.
Yang Silang originally intended to leave this magical artifact to Mo Xinlian, because that cat demon was too troublesome.
This magical artifact can avert one death calamity per day, and any injuries sustained will be transferred to the person in the stone.
It is a very practical life-saving tool.
Of course, when Hu Jiaoniang was about to return to the capital, Yang Silang lent this magic weapon to the fox spirit.
Back then, Hu Jiaoniang was being chased by the True Persons of the two major sects, Taichu Palace and Tianyan Sect, and was also suffering from the backlash of dragon energy.
She was able to escape because she was strong and had many hidden tricks up her sleeve.
On the other hand, she relied heavily on this magical artifact to shield her from many non-fatal injuries.
You should know that being constantly injured during a chase, losing vital energy and blood, can eventually wear a person down.
Of course, according to Hu Jiaoniang's account, this magical artifact also has many limitations.
Firstly, it can exempt you from injuries, but not from pain. That is, if you are stabbed through the chest, the injury is transferred to the stone figure, but the pain from the piercing chest will follow you like a shadow.
Secondly, the injuries sustained by the person inside the stone will not disappear, but will only accumulate inside, and the recovery speed depends on the owner of the magic weapon's own recovery ability.
The damage you suffer will never disappear automatically at the designated time.
In other words, if the owner is hunted down for several days in a row, the person in the stone will suffer more injuries until it can no longer bear it and collapses into a pile of lines.
Furthermore, the ability to withstand injuries is directly related to the owner of the magical artifact.
Hu Jiaoniang initially withstood a beating with her terrifying strength and physique as a demon immortal, provided that she could withstand it.
The existence of the magical artifact within the stone was simply to preserve the strength to endure intense pain in the next battle, preventing him from being worn down to death.
Finally, possessing the Stone Man does not mean having an immunity from death. It can exempt the owner of the magic weapon from one death attack per day, but it cannot stop a second one.
In short, this magic weapon should either be ignored.
It must be very painful to use.
Hu Jiaoniang and Mo Xinlian met unexpectedly a few days ago.
Yang Silang once wanted to give the stone figure to Mo Xinlian, since he had originally intended for it to belong to her.
Little did anyone know that Mo Xinlian would leave with a haughty expression.
"I won't use the magical artifact that woman used..."
Whether she was genuinely arrogant or fearful that the Yang family was powerless to protect themselves, this magical artifact still ended up in the hands of the Yang family, or more precisely, in the hands of Hu Jiaoniang.
Yang Silang's expression changed when he saw her throw out this magical weapon.
If you use this item, no matter how badly you are beaten, all the injuries will appear on the stone man.
He appeared unharmed, but his body felt as if it had been torn apart by a thousand knives.
After being beaten up, they could still go back to the city wall to stand guard, and no one would notice anything unusual.
Yang Silang turned and fled, his body leaping to the gate of the mansion in an instant.
But he was fast, and Hu Jiaoniang was even faster.
Just as Yang Silang was about to step onto the street, the world spun around him, and a giant hand flew over and grabbed him in its palm.
He was lifted into the air as if riding the clouds, unable to control himself.
The wind howled in my ears, and everything before my eyes seemed to flow backward. In the blink of an eye, I went from the mansion gate to the front yard, from the front yard to the second gate, and from the second gate to the study.
Once he stood still, a formation had been set up inside and outside the study.
Hu Jiaoniang was already sitting in the armchair with a smile, leisurely sipping her tea.
A point of white light leaped out from between her brows; it was the white fox's soul, taking human form upon landing. He strode towards Yang Silang.
Its physical form drank water, while its soul form laughed.
"Young Master Yang, don't be afraid."
"I'll go easy on you today, so you can save some of your inner strength to protect yourself on the city wall."
"Furthermore, I will grant you an avatar, so that unless someone is a Martial Saint or a True Person, it will be difficult for them to kill you."
As the spirit spoke, it unleashed the Ice Dragon Frost Heaven Fist, freezing the entire study.
"You've thought of everything so thoroughly!" Yang Silang gritted his teeth, filled with resentment.
He had no choice but to raise his fist to meet the attack.
A few quarters of an hour later.
The study door creaked open.
Yang Silang limped out of the house, clutching his back. He was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his eyes were lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away.
However, from the outside, it was indeed completely unharmed; not a single hair had fallen out.
As for Hu Jiaoniang, her face was rosy and radiant, and she seemed to be in a very good mood, like a flower that had been watered and was in full bloom.
The woman supporting Yang Silang was like a considerate wife taking meticulous care of her husband; no one could find fault with her.
Just then, Sister Yang and Fifth Sister came out of the house.
The two girls peeked out and saw Yang Silang. The fifth sister was about to jump out of the house to greet her fourth brother when the eldest sister quickly pulled her back and covered her mouth.
In the blink of an eye.
Hu Jiaoniang had already helped Yang Silang out of the courtyard.
The two women hid behind the window and watched as Hu Jiaoniang, beaming with joy, swayed back into the study.
"Big sister, why are you stopping me?" Yang Wumei asked, puzzled.
Sister Yang blushed and whispered a few words of explanation to Fifth Sister.
"I suppose your fourth brother has finally come to his senses, realizing the dangers of war and thinking about how to ensure the Yang family line continues."
"Ah..." Fifth Sister screamed, her ears turning bright red. Readers are buzzing: What exactly happened? Join the discussion!
Yang Silang rode on the big green horse, his whole body stiff as if he were a wooden doll.
That beating I just got.
Hu Jiaoniang had agreed to stop short of giving him a good beating, leaving him some of his true energy to defend the city wall.
The results of it.
The woman got carried away and said that the Ice Dragon Frost Heaven Fist had seventy-two forms.
Yesterday, Yang Lang only appreciated the first thirty-six moves. Today, in addition to reviewing yesterday's moves, why not practice the last thirty-six moves as well?
She truly transformed into an ice dragon, thoroughly and brutally beating Yang Silang.
Yang Silang tried his best to circulate his inner energy, even using his divine powers, but he was still overwhelmed.
If you ask what's different from yesterday...
Yang Silang felt that Hu Jiaoniang's soul was not only not restraining its power today, but was even more violent.
He looked down at his wrist.
There was a faint white fox mark there.
This is actually an alter ego of Hu Jiaoniang. When he encounters life-or-death danger, this white fox will jump out to protect him.
Yang Silang flipped his palm over again, revealing the person inside the magic gem in his palm.
On the thin stone slab, the figure that was originally standing was now a bunch of lines tangled together.
Yes, it's like first kneeling down, then having your hands and legs tied together with two knots.
The stone figure was originally yellow with black lines.
The black lines have now turned into blue lines, which are from large areas of accumulated bruises.
In addition, there was a faint white fox mark on the inside of his wrist.
"A woman's mouth is a lying devil!"
"The more beautiful a woman is, the less you should believe what she says!"
Yang Silang was very depressed.
Hu Jiaoniang said she would leave him some true energy, but on a whim, she used the Seventy-Two Forms of Ice Dragon Frost Heaven Fist, squeezing Yang Silang dry.
She was quite generous, directly bestowing two drops of her essence blood.
Yang Silang had a tattoo of two foxes playing with a pearl on his arm.
"With two clones around, that should be enough to keep you safe."
Hu Jiaoniang spoke with great enthusiasm.
Yang Silang suspected that she did it on purpose.
"Daqing, slow down, be steady."
Yang Silang was in so much pain that he didn't want to open his mouth, so he directly used his soul to transmit his voice to Da Qing.
He now only felt that every rise and fall of the horse's hooves on its back caused him excruciating pain all over his body.
Daqing rolled his eyes.
It can maintain a steady and stable ride, whether it's just strolling slowly in the city or speeding around outside.
Sir, it's your own fault for being weak, don't blame the donkey.
They moved all the way to the foot of the city wall.
Yang Silang slowly slid off the donkey's back, his feet firmly touching the ground. Once he stood up straight, he walked up the brick steps towards the top of the city wall.
At first, my body swayed after taking one or two steps, but later my feet were firmly planted on the ground.
Yang Silang was accustomed to keeping one or two of his supernatural abilities for emergencies.
He had used his Rejuvenation Technique on the way, and managed to recover some of his true energy by the time he reached the city wall, allowing him to maintain a basic level of dignity.
Once we were on the city wall...
The enemy's offensive had just retreated.
There was a pile of corpses below the city wall, a burnt smell in the air, and several pools of fresh blood on the city wall.
Over the course of several days.
The Heavenly King Army sacrificed thousands of lives to fill in the moat and ditch around the city walls, creating a passage that led directly to the base of the walls.
The ladder has been used the most in the last few days.
However, most people probably know that there is a famous archer on the west city wall whose arrows are so powerful that they can accurately destroy catapults from 800 paces away.
Therefore, no such heavy weapon was ever deployed on the western city wall. Every day, a thousand soldiers were dispatched to attack the city in the morning and afternoon, but all attempts were unsuccessful.
"Did the enemy launch another attack this morning?" Yang Silang looked outside the city and asked Wang Daniu, who was standing next to him.
There were over a thousand people scattered in formation, and there were more than ten cloud ladders inside.
These thousand or so people abandoned long weapons and mostly carried shields and short swords, and even their armor was mainly light and soft leather.
Judging from their appearance, they should be the main force for the afternoon's siege.
Behind the thousand-man formation was the enemy's main camp.
This time there was no Heavenly King Flag, no array of more than ten formations, and no menacing cavalry.
Even on open spaces, numerous shacks have sprung up, obstructing road traffic.
All signs indicate that the western city wall is no longer the main direction of the rebel army's attack on the city.
Wang Daniu scratched his head and nodded.
"Fourth Brother, just one batch this morning."
"It's even more punctual than our mealtimes."
"Moreover, their attack was slow and hesitant, lacking decisiveness and sharpness."
"I heard that the Heavenly King Army is a patchwork of forces, so it's hard to say whether they're united."
"I reckon the leaders won't fight desperately if the Heavenly King isn't around."
"After all, who isn't afraid of your fourth brother's sharpshooting skills?"
It can shatter a catapult from 800 paces away.
If you want to kill someone, it's not a problem to kill someone within a few hundred paces.
With death looming over them, who would be willing to be the first to storm the city?
Isn't that just courting death?
Yang Silang looked down at the shacks that had been moved forward quite a bit below the city wall and felt that something was amiss.
He thought for a moment, then opened the eyes of his soul within his Niwan Palace and looked out...