No. 27 on the ninth floor, the room where Ma Shaoyuan is.
Ma Shaoyuan sat on the ground, holding a bunch of tubes in one hand and a thin blade-like object in the other hand.
Those tubes came from various instruments in the room. They were pulled out by external forces. The two ends were connected to the instruments, and the middle part was caught in Ma Shaoyuan's hand.
This pile of instruments all had traces of being used illegally. They were buzzing and had been moved, forming a circle around Ma Shaoyuan.
Bright arcs flashed like sparks between the tubes, which were produced by the collision of overflowing energy. A violent flow of energy surged through each conduit, and only a small amount of it leaked, casting an ominous shadow over the entire room.
The array restriction in the room has detected an abnormal situation and is already activated. The array patterns and spirit patterns are intertwined and superimposed, sealing the room into an airtight cage, preparing to isolate possible accidents in the cage to prevent them from spreading to the outside world.
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Looking at Ma Shaoyuan's actions, it is not difficult to imagine what he is planning to do.
Once the catheter ruptured, the entire room, including himself, would be wiped out.
Ma Shaoyuan pressed the blade-like object against one of the conduits and said calmly to the disciple on duty in front of him:
"Get out."
The disciple was extremely nervous and sweating profusely. There were several heads sticking out of the door behind him, and they were as panicked and worried as he was, and also filled with fear.
At the entrance to the corridor on this floor, a group of on-duty officers were huddled together and chatting anxiously, while others continued to come from other floors to join them.
"Have you informed Elder Wei?!"
"Someone has already gone to notify us. They should be here soon."
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
"Hey, don't run around, don't go over to that person!"
"When did he regain consciousness? How come no one noticed it before?"
"Can Senior Brother Zheng do it alone?"
"No, there is nothing we can do. No more people can enter the house. If it irritates him, it will be over."
In the room, the disciple named Zheng raised his hands to prove that he would not cast spells secretly.
"You, calm down, stay calm."
He spoke soothing words and stared closely at the catheter and blade in Ma Shaoyuan's hand.
As someone who knows those instruments, he knows very well that even if the blade only cuts a small opening in one of the conduits, the bursting energy will detonate the other conduits, and then involve all the instruments in an instant, and no one can stop it.
The final result is comparable to the power of a golden elixir's self-explosion. At such a close distance, it was impossible for him to survive with his cultivation level, and this was why Ma Shaoyuan still hadn't taken action.
Ma Shaoyuan's face was calm and he repeated in a calm tone:
"get out."
"B-but..."
"I don't want to hurt one more person."
The disciple surnamed Zheng opened his mouth and dryly squeezed out something he had said before, trying to delay time:
"Everything can be discussed. The sect has no intention of blaming you. You, you don't have to do this."
However, Ma Shaoyuan remained unmoved.
His empty eyes paused on the other person and said:
"Is the spiritual seal from the initiation ceremony still there?"
The disciple surnamed Zheng was stunned for a moment and then remembered that during the initiation ceremony, Taichu disciples would be planted with a talisman that could withstand attacks below the level of a god.
His spiritual seal hadn't been used yet, and he thought a few times before realizing that he couldn't tell the truth.
However, his moment of delay already showed his answer.
Ma Shaoyuan lowered his eyes.
"It's good to be here, it's good to be here..."
The fingers holding the blade exerted decisive force.
The disciple surnamed Zheng's eyes widened, and the hole reflected the cut wall.
Time seemed to be slowed down, and he clearly saw the brilliant energy flow spurting out, shattering the remaining conduits, and bursting into a sea of energy, which resonated with the aura of heaven and earth and swept into the surrounding instruments.
In the next step, if the instrument is damaged and more energy is leaked, the situation will be completely out of control. Everything in this room, except for him who is protected by the talisman, will cease to exist.
The disciple surnamed Zheng's heart was beating wildly, as if he had already seen the ruins and debris in an instant.
But that moment never came.
After Ma Shaoyuan cut the catheter, he did not get the ending he wanted.
He stared blankly at the catheter in his hand that had returned to its original shape, then looked around at the safe and sound instruments, and finally looked at the disciple surnamed Zheng.
He saw the other party looking behind him blankly.
When he turned around, he saw a strange woman standing behind him.
She was taking back her outstretched palm and looked at Ma Shaoyuan with a pair of deep eyes.
The energy that had reacted violently with the aura of heaven and earth was stripped away by invisible force and returned to the conduit obediently.
Jing Yingrong: "You can't die."
Ma Shaoyuan hadn't recovered yet and subconsciously asked: "Why?"
Jing Yingrong: "It is my duty to protect the lives of everyone here."
"Everyone, including me?"
"Well, that includes you."
Ma Shaoyuan was stunned, and then his long-suppressed emotions suddenly burst out.
He stood up, trembling all over, and shouted almost out of control: "Can't I commit suicide? Can't I not live anymore if I don't want to?!"
In stark contrast to him, the mirror's unchanging expression was indifferent.
"Can't."
She replied softly.
Ma Shaoyuan gasped and stared at her with red eyes.
"Do you know what I did? I killed my niece, my apprentice, and my friends. I killed two hundred and thirty-one people in the sect! I am blameless. Forgive me, I deserve to die!
! ——Cough cough cough cough! "
His weak body could not bear the strong emotions, and he coughed violently.
Jing Yingrong looked at him quietly.
The cough subsided slightly, and Ma Shaoyuan bent his back, as if he had lost all his strength.
"... So what if the sect doesn't blame me, I killed the person, and I myself have become a useless person. My cultivation is gone, my life's hard work is gone, I can't do anything, I have nothing. People like me , why are you still alive..."
He raised his head and looked at Jing Yingrong pleadingly.
"Do you have to stop me? Please, leave me alone and let me die. Please, please..."
His voice became lower and lower due to despair. The despair came from the fact that the expression of the woman in front of him did not waver at all.
Jing Yingrong suddenly said something unexpected:
"There's a lot you can do."
Ma Shaoyuan was stunned.
Jing Yingrong's eyes lightly swept over those instruments.
"You have no cultivation, but you can disguise your state, avoid other people's eyes and ears, modify equipment and tools, prepare a suicide plan, and almost succeed. It is not easy to do these, so it is not that you can't do anything."
She said this very sincerely, and even sounded like a compliment.
Ma Shaoyuan was confused and didn't know whether to refute or thank him.
The disciple surnamed Zheng was also dumbfounded. Then he noticed the movement outside the door and looked back, feeling relieved.
"Elder Wei, Elder Wei, you are finally here."
