latelenovela Chapter 484 A Well, A Legend
Chapter 484 A Well, A Legend
A sound broke through the air.
A flash of light slashed towards the black cat.
At the speed of an ordinary wildcat, it should be impossible to avoid this blade of light.
At the critical moment, "Black Cat" could no longer hide. Its entire body was shrouded in a blood-red aura, turning into black smoke to evade the blade.
Nightmare energy leaked out.
Even without Rong Shu's reminder, the group in the cloud noticed it immediately.
"It's nightmare energy!"
"How cunning the Nightmare Clan is! They've actually possessed a cat!"
Instead of possessing the little girl directly, it chose a cat, which the little girl adopted, and secretly 'devoured' the energy and spirit of the little girl's family and neighbors, causing them to become weak and fall ill one by one, but the cause of their illness could not be found.
"Meow!!!"
The moment it realized it had been exposed, the tabby cat arched its back and let out a shrill cry that sounded nothing like a cat's meow, a glint of blood flashing in its dark eyes.
Immediately afterward, the black cat lunged at the little girl who was closest to it.
Ke Rongshu was prepared. She stood in front of the little girl, holding a knife in one hand and circulating her spiritual energy in the other to form a wind screen that enveloped the little girl.
"Chenxin, protect the villagers first," Yunduan reminded him.
Chen Xin clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist mantras, and his body shone with a great Buddhist light. The gentle yet firm power of the Buddhist light dispelled the cold and gloomy atmosphere that permeated the mountains and protected all the villagers present.
Suspended River, Bluebird, and Sunset each used their magical powers to firmly seal off the entire hill area, giving the "Black Cat" no chance to escape.
The veterans weren't dealing with the Nightmare Clan for the first time; they had experience.
Among the Nightmare Clan, Nightmare Servants and Nightmare Slaves below the Nightmare General level have combat power that is at most on par with Golden Core cultivators.
Their combat strength is not high, but their cunning escape skills are first-rate.
Therefore, whenever encountering the Nightmare Clan, it is necessary to seal off the space immediately to prevent the Nightmare Clan from escaping or harming innocent people.
Seeing that it could not take hostages and had nowhere to escape, the remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan paced around frantically, causing gusts of cold wind to rise and the mournful meows of cats to pierce people's eardrums.
As Rong Shu and his companions gradually tightened the blockade, the remnant souls of the Nightmare Clan could only engage in a futile struggle, like trapped beasts.
Finally, Rong Shu unleashed a blazing burst of fire.
Like boiling water poured on snow, the remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan possessing the cat's body let out a shrill scream. Flames roared up, and within the firelight, the black shadow twisted violently. In no time, it was burned to dust and completely annihilated.
This time, the group from Yunduan used their divine senses to thoroughly examine the entire mountain, not even missing a single ordinary flying insect.
Confirmed that there were no more traces of nightmare energy.
Danger removed.
As Rong Shu turned around, he saw the little girl frozen in fear, her eyes brimming with tears: "Kitty...kitty..."
"Don't cry, don't cry... Little Flower..." The old village chief hurriedly comforted the little girl.
Seeing this, Rong Shu stepped forward, raised his hand and patted the little girl's head, saying softly, "Don't worry, the cat is hiding and playing hide-and-seek with you. It will be back first thing tomorrow morning."
An ordinary tabby cat.
It's easy to find an exact replica.
"Really?" the little girl asked softly.
Rong Shu smiled and replied, "Of course! This time, you have to take good care of the kitten and make sure it doesn't run around. Can you do that?"
The little girl nodded: "Yes, I can do it!"
……
After a while.
After reviewing the condition of all the sick villagers, Rong Shu felt a slight sense of relief.
That remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan still had some sense; it knew it couldn't cause too much trouble and attract the attention of cultivators, so it didn't devour too much of the villagers' essence and spirit at once.
In Rong Shu's eyes, the "illness" of these villagers was not difficult to cure.
She handed the old village chief a pill: "Village chief, put this pill into the well at the village entrance, and then let the sick villagers drink the well water. The sick villagers will recover quickly."
The people in the village are all mortals.
First, dilute the medicinal power of the pill with well water, then drink the well water to restore your health.
"Thank you so much, Immortal Master, for the medicine!" The old village chief wiped his hands and accepted the pill with trembling hands.
The group arrived at the only ancient well at the entrance of the village, where the old village chief personally threw the pill into the clear well water.
The elixir dissolved instantly upon contact with the water, and a powerful yet gentle vitality spread out in an instant. The clear well water surface shimmered with a faint, lustrous sheen, and even the surrounding air seemed to become a little fresher.
After the sick villagers drank the well water, the sickness on their faces disappeared, and their lost energy began to recover little by little.
The most obvious change is that the coughing stopped and the complexion became rosy.
"Thank you, Immortal Master..."
The old village chief was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He led the villagers to kneel in worship, but the next second, they were held up by a gentle force.
It's over.
Six streams of light rose again and disappeared into the sky.
From then on, whenever villagers fell ill, they would recover within a few days after drinking the well water, and those who were healthy would feel even stronger and healthier after drinking it regularly.
This well, through word of mouth, became known as the "Fairy Well" among the villagers.
The village enjoyed favorable weather and a thriving population, and a century later, it developed into a prosperous city.
There is a legend about an immortal descending to earth, slaying evil spirits with a snap of his fingers, and bestowing upon a celestial well to ward off disasters and cure diseases. This legend has been passed down from generation to generation as the village has developed.