Chapter 291 - 151: The Undyingly Obsessed Gong Ning, Xiaoning Accompanies the Elders to Meet Lord Lu

Chapter 291: Chapter 151: The Undyingly Obsessed Gong Ning, Xiaoning Accompanies the Elders to Meet Lord Lu

However, to Gong Ning’s confusion, the pitch-black shadow didn’t charge at her right away.

It remained motionless, and the black water around it began to churn as if an unseen pair of hands were sculpting something.

After a moment, a female silhouette formed from the black water slowly emerged.

It had a stunning figure with exquisite curves, full and slender in all the right places. Every proportion seemed like a masterpiece meticulously calculated by the Creator, with nothing superfluous and nothing lacking.

Unfortunately, its facial features remained indistinct. Gong Ning knew there was a face there, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t see its true appearance.

This feeling was more unsettling than a grotesque demonic face would have been, because the unknown is the true source of fear.

Gong Ning stared at the blackwater woman with utmost vigilance. If it made the slightest move, she would be able to react in a fraction of a second.

The blackwater woman finally spoke. "A fine body. It is now my shell."

Listening to that somewhat lazy and leisurely voice, one might think it wasn’t here to possess a body, but to have afternoon tea.

The moment it finished speaking, it elegantly raised a hand. The next second, a jet of black water shot from its fingertip, heading straight for Gong Ning’s forehead!

Gong Ning instinctively tried to raise her arms to block, but she found that she was completely paralyzed when the black water came within three meters of her.

Meanwhile, Gong Ning’s mind was in turmoil. The black water hadn’t attacked her body from the outside at all; it had directly invaded her spiritual world.

The depths of Gong Ning’s consciousness were being devoured by a torrent of black water akin to an apocalyptic flood. Her faint spiritual awareness was so insignificant before it that she had no room to even struggle.

"No!" Gong Ning let out a hoarse, desperate scream. In less than a second, her past memories flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, one scene after another, as clear as if they had happened only yesterday.

She saw herself as a little girl with two small pigtails, holding a horse stance in the courtyard. Her legs quivered violently, and tears welled in her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to cry out loud.

She saw herself training arduously day after day, year after year, in the Gong Family’s two great Martial Arts: the Wandering Dragon Eight Trigrams Palm and the Spiritual Snake Xingyi Fist.

Again and again, day in and day out, until her palms grew thick calluses, until her muscles and bones ached so much she could barely move, until she lay in bed in the dead of night, secretly wiping away tears.

She had worked so hard, transforming herself from a clueless little girl, step by step, into the woman she was today.

’I was just this one last step away. I just wanted to take one more step forward, to follow in my father’s footsteps, to earn the right to even look up to Lord Lu.’

Yes, that was it. The most profound figure in Gong Ning’s entire life was that invincible legend, the Stabilizing Needle of Yun Port City—Lord Lu.

The old man in the black Zhongshan suit, leaning on his Wisteria Spirit Staff. He was always as calm as still water, as if nothing in the world could cause the slightest ripple in his heart.

Wherever Lord Lu stood, he was like a mountain range with no visible peak, an insurmountable chasm.

For a Martial Artist, the most fortunate and yet most tragic thing in life is to witness in person someone who has reached the Martial Arts Peak.

Fortunate, because you learn that the path has an end, that the destination is real. You no longer have to grope blindly in the darkness.

Tragic, because you are filled with despair, knowing you can never reach that height even if you spend your entire life trying.

It’s the feeling of a mortal standing at the foot of a mountain, looking up at the peak faintly visible through the clouds. You know a path exists, yet you also know you will never be able to climb it.

Without a doubt, Lu Yun was the Martial Arts Peak of Yun Port City, an existence whom everyone in the land could only gaze up at in awe.

Gong Ning’s consciousness began to fade. The last glimmer of clarity deep within her pupils was being devoured, bit by bit, by the black water.

Unwilling to be possessed and utterly destroyed, Gong Ning fought against her powerlessness, but the black water had already submerged the spiritual world within her mind.

’I refuse to accept this! I cannot die!’

At the final moment, just as the black water was about to completely engulf her eyes, an incredibly powerful obsession erupted from the depths of her soul, forcefully driving back the encroaching darkness.

However, that was all it accomplished. Although most of the black water receded, the portion that had already invaded had taken deep root.

Gong Ning’s body, her brain included, had been possessed. The foreign will was now inextricably bound to her every nerve and every inch of her flesh, impossible to strip away.

The next moment, a majestic and powerful aura erupted from Gong Ning’s body. It was the aura of a Grandmaster of Huajin.

A fierce wind surged from her body, forming a visible vortex around her. The hem of her black dress whipped about, and her long black hair flew wildly in the air.

She had, at last, broken through to the Realm she had always dreamed of. But tragically, from this moment on, the person known as "Gong Ning" was gone, replaced by an Outer Celestial Demon wearing her flesh.

Gong Ning’s eyes were still just as dark and bright, but deep within her pupils now lay a ghostly gleam that was not human.

It raised a fair, delicate right hand, its fingertips gently caressing the exquisite face. From the brow to the bridge of the nose, and from the nose to the corner of the lips, its movements were slow and gentle, as if admiring a beautiful work of art.

Then, "Gong Ning" slowly extended the tip of her tongue to lick her plump, rosy lips. The corners of her mouth then curved upward into a seductive arc.