Chapter 122: The Heaven-Defying Method of Changing Destiny and Stealing the Heavens

 Chapter 122: The Heaven-Defying Method of Changing Destiny and Stealing the Heavens

The dense black mist entwined around Hou Yunjiao's body, and Qin Ruan felt an undeniable chill run down her spine.

Under what circumstances would the Black Sha steal a person's luck when their consciousness was asleep?

The Heaven-Defying Method of Changing Destiny and Stealing the Heavens.

When a person's consciousness is asleep, they become defenseless.

Even the innate purple aura that protected Hou Yunjiao's body would be entangled and consumed by the Black Sha as he slept, gradually depleting his strength.

His destiny had changed, clearly due to the interference of external forces.

Ever since he was born, his body had been weak, and it was likely that someone had tampered with him when he was very young.

However, Qin Ruan's Heavenly Eye could not see through Hou Yunjiao's destiny.

She couldn't see who had tampered with him from behind.

Twenty-eight years had passed, and neither the Hou family nor LingXu  had discovered it yet. It seemed that the person behind it was very well hidden.

Qin Ruan approached the bed and felt a wave of coldness coming from Hou Yunjiao.

The heavy and chilling Yin energy emitted by the black mist that was entangled with his purple aura.

Qin Ruan reached out and touched Hou Yunjiao's hand that was outside of the summer cool blanket.

His body temperature was too low, and the coldness crept up his skin.

Qin Ruan didn't let go of his hand, and tried to forcefully peek into Hou Yunjiao's life experiences through their physical connection.

However, she was immediately repelled by the golden light that shot out from his body.

The hand they were holding was pushed apart by the golden light, quickly separating them.

Qin Ruan stumbled back a few steps and hurriedly looked up at the person lying on the bed.

Hou Yunjiao's sleeping posture had not changed, and he looked calm and peaceful, with even breathing.

Qin Ruan breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her tense emotions.

Sure enough, people who possessed innate purple aura were protected by the will of heaven, and not something that ordinary people could pry into.

Qin Ruan calmed her mind and walked back to the bedside.

She held Hou Yunjiao's chilly hand.

This time, she no longer peered into his fate, but instead channeled the power of the underworld.

The power of the underworld was a divine power possessed by the god of the underworld, and Qin Ruan was fortunate enough to inherit it with her demigod body.

The power of the underworld was the natural enemy of malevolent energy.

For the time being, given Hou Yunjiao's current physical condition, they couldn't find the reason why his fortune was being swallowed and suppressed by malevolent energy, so they could only rely on the power of the underworld to suppress it within his body.

Malevolent energy that coexisted with auspicious energy could not be absorbed nor completely eliminated.

It could only be suppressed with the power of the underworld on a daily basis.

For the time being, this was the simplest and most straightforward way Qin Ruan could help Hou Yunjiao prolong his life.

Qin Ruan did not channel too much power.

The power of the underworld was more than an ordinary person's body could bear.

She observed the black malevolent energy around Hou Yunjiao gradually fade away, and the auspicious energy gradually gain the upper hand. As his body slowly returned to normal body temperature, Qin Ruan stopped channeling the power.

She stood in place, gazing calmly at Hou Yunjiao's peaceful and tranquil sleeping posture. Suddenly, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

It was like she had just grasped the only life-saving piece of driftwood in the water, and it was about to drift away from her.

Qin Ruan slowly lowered her eyelids and stood in place for who knew how long.

Until her legs became somewhat numb, she turned around and walked back to her side room.

The slight sound of the door being closed could be clearly heard in the silent room.

Hou Yunjiao lying on the bed moved slightly, and his tightly closed eyes trembled slightly behind his thick eyelashes.

He slowly opened his eyes, his black pupils clear, not like the state of just waking up.

Hou Yunjiao turned his head and slightly narrowed his eyes, staring in the direction of Qin Ruan's room.

His gaze was as calm as water, with a hint of scrutiny and suspicion. His handsome face looked even more profound and inscrutable in the dim light of the night.

The hand that had been touched by Qin Ruan slowly closed into a fist.

A complex, wary, and eerie emotion flashed through his heart.

(End of this chapter)