Imperial Treasure-Chapter 859 - 525: Witch Child

This is the power of the gods!

Fatty Gao’s reaction was the most unique. He touched his left shoulder with his finger, then his right shoulder, clasped his hands together, and prayed in a mournful tone: "Merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tathagata Buddha, please tell me all of this is just a dream. If it isn’t a dream, then grant me strength! Jesus!"

Then came the climax. Slap, slap, this fatty swung with both hands and slapped himself twice...

The originally pale face instantly turned rosy and radiant.

Hmm, his state improved.

Hu Hansan has returned!

Actually, many people wanted to tell him that such chaotic faith prayers could get him sent to the pig cage for immersion.

Don’t you know about the clash between Eastern and Western faiths?

Of course, the real climax wasn’t about this fatty, but about that gray-eyed Black-robed Man looking at Sui Yi and saying a sentence,

"After today, some people might judge my actions this time as making a big fuss over nothing, causing such chaos, with the ultimate goal being just one person."

This person must be her.

Sui Yi remained indifferent.

Her black hair floated across her face...

"A Witch Child with an incubation period of seventy-two days, enduring the pain of Witchcraft Bone Erosion day and night, inch by inch possessed by another person’s will, making her soul the other’s food, an inch of endurance, an inch of restraint, results in ten inches of strength."

"The most resilient Witch Child in history lasted only thirty days, and in the end, this Witch Child became the strongest carrier of the Witch King."

"So with a seventy-two day talent for a Witch Child... how far do you think her strength will grow?"

His tone was gentle, yet the words were peculiar.

He seemed to be speaking to Sui Yi, yet also seemed to be speaking to someone else.

Sui Yi’s face was blank.

Ye Zixu’s eyebrows were tightly knitted as he caught a side view of Sui Yi closing her eyes.

No wind, no movement, as calm as an ancient well.

Eerie.

As for witches, many present didn’t know about them, including Ye Zixu, because many schools and sects within China are very secretive about it and generally don’t mention it to their descendants, as if this could erase its existence.

But once someone brings up old stories, it often brings ominousness and bad news.

The term Witch Child seems to signify the same.

That’s why waves of shock rose in his mind.

Apparently, Yi Chilian couldn’t hide his inner panic either—when he saw Yi’s almost despairing expression.

And that she, who is she?

"What puzzles me more is her tolerance of your restraint."

"Perhaps she wants to push you to a dead end, finally leaving you no choice but to obediently become her ’child’—if you want to save these weak people." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

These words were almost seductive, or rather, alluring.

"Why are you still hesitating? Sui Yi, your persistence is utterly meaningless; from the beginning, you have already chosen to abandon yourself, become her ’child’."

"Now is the time for you to relax, to no longer endure that inhuman pain..."

His voice was hoarse, deeply resonating.

Sui Yi’s hand moved slightly.

Left index finger.

Ye Zixu suddenly saw the blurred water shadow reflecting Sui Yi in the water, turning into a mass of black.

It’s over.

The thundering sound roared, shaking heaven and earth, yet many felt such dead silence at this moment.

Sui Yi opened her eyes.

In that opening, entirely black pupils.

All the thunderous sound instantly drowned into silence.

The skeletal Sea Corpses couldn’t make any sound no matter how hard they struck.

The surging waves above the sea churned and rolled, but without a sound.

The movement merged with eeriness.

All within her eyes.

The eyes of the Black-robed Man brightened, slightly bowing his chest forward: "Sure enough, it is you, esteemed Wu Jue, I wondered who could have such perfect Witch Child implantation ability; under the sky, it is only you."

Everyone mistakenly thought Wu Jue was Wu Jue, as the character Jue is too uncommon; even among Chinese people, few recognize it, let alone foreigners.

And Ming Lanyuan and others suddenly had their nerves jolted; though this name is unfamiliar, strangely, they tacitly linked it to a certain place.

Yi’s face finally turned completely pale, full of ruin and resentment.

That woman, that woman actually really...

"Sui Yi" lowered her eyelids slightly and said calmly: "So, you want to snatch my prey, Forbidden Forest?"

Her voice was cold, so cold that even the water seemed to freeze, an inaudible chill slowly wafted from her.

That head of flying black hair at some point took on a demonic posture.

Ye Zixu suddenly felt his eyes hurt, as if they were about to bleed, involuntarily taking a step back.

This woman actually allows no one to stand alongside her!

Compared to the unfamiliar terms like Wu Jue and Witch Child, the Forbidden Forest was clearly more well-known, so the aura of Natasha and the Hellhound suddenly became rhythmic and undulating!

"Forbidden Forest? The exiled Forbidden Forest?!" Philip took a deep breath, and the keen aura arose instinctively.

He looked at Natasha with concern and inquiry.

Boss, this is too tough, should we retreat for now?

Natasha snapped her fingers, and these people quieted down.

Exiled? That’s just the way people choose to forget because of fear.

Natasha lightly frowned, recalling those legends about the Forbidden Forest, involuntarily getting a headache; she never expected this involvement to pull out such terrifying forces.

The Witch and the Forbidden Forest.

They are considered the two oldest forces in the history of cultivation, no, not forces, but a kind of faith, a civilization, a nation.

They stand independent in the cracks between visible and hidden civilizations, grasping time in one hand, pinching fate in the other, like cold and sinister gods, aloof, yet subtly flowing.

The witch was once mysterious; its extinction or seclusion is not clear, only known that authentic Witchcraft Arts have been extinct for millennia, and the Forbidden Forest, like the witch’s history, has always been in a state of struggle, appearing simultaneously, disappearing simultaneously.

But now they appear. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)