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CBGC - ch136.2
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 01:28:44 +0000 UTC2/2
Not far away, a figure emerges from behind the withered trees. He takes out a scroll, and the scroll slightly unfurls, revealing a white-clad woman holding a white feather fan inside. Her all-white attire stands out starkly in this dim environment.
The newcomer is none other than Zhang Zhizhi.
He doesn't speak, but Bai Lu, with a small, tight-lipped smile, says, "Mister, we are all kindred spirits. How about we discuss this?"
"That young lady's body belongs to my Seventh Sister; we mustn't harm her face." She waves her fan and blinks her eyes a few times, coquettishly saying, "I have a method that can destroy her primordial spirit without harming her physical body..."
Bai Lu has no choice but to reveal herself at this moment.
Originally, she had planned to sit back and be the fisherman receiving the catch*, but she hadn't anticipated that the possessed male cultivator would come close to harming her Seventh Sister's face, which infuriated said Sister.
(derived from: The Snipe and the Clam Fight Each Other, and the Fisherman Reaps the Benefits)
Her Seventh Sister was supposed to be the last one to awaken in the Beauty Scroll, but because her body has appeared in this world and is being utilized by others, she woke up prematurely. As a result, their overall strength hasn’t increased much, and the Seventh Sister just spends her days in jealousy. She envies the fact that the other could now take on a physical form, engage in amorous affairs with their master, and thereby enhance her strength.
Jealousy is truly one of the most inexplicable and detestable things in heaven and earth.
However, there's no denying that her Seventh Sister's face is unparalleled in the world. It had attracted the attention of endless male cultivators and ignited the envy of countless female cultivators. It would be a pity to see it destroyed. Therefore, since the situation had been exposed, she decided to step forward and make her stance clear.
Bai Lu's thoughts are good, but unfortunately, Yan Yuqing's actions takes her by surprise.
Before she can finish her sentence, Yan Yuqing swings his sword towards Bai Lu. The evil energy within his broken sword surges, causing Bai Lu to exclaim and quickly hide behind the Beauty Scroll, fully extending it to also shield Zhang Zhizhi.
At this moment, she doesn't forget to say, "Young Master, you see, you're too weak. No matter who it is, from the Righteous Path or the Demonic Path, they all want to kill you for no reason."
Zhang Zhizhi has had a twisted psyche even from an early age. He used to look innocent and cute with rosy lips and white teeth, but now, his appearance is overshadowed by an intense darkness, and he appears even more sinister when angry.
Hearing such words, a burning anger rises in his chest, giving Bai Lu some strength. Of course, it also arouses the jealousy of Seventh Sister. She can only exist within the painting for now and couldn't leave it. Unfortunately, the owner's mind is currently consumed by anger and a desire to destroy everything, leaving very little power for her.
Perhaps there's jealousy and discontent, but they're diluted by the thought of destroying everything.
After blocking a sword strike, Bai Lu timidly shows half of her head from the painting, her eyes misty with tears, "Mister, I tried to help you with a kind heart, but you'd treat me like this?"
Tears hang on her eyelashes, in a state of suspension, not falling, like enduring great grievances.
Answering her are two sword lights and a cluster of Heavenly Fire. The flames, resembling a flying dragon, ignites the Kunlun Divine Tree, and its branches are drawn towards her like a fiery dragon's whip. This makes Bai Lu suspicious, if the two of them have just acted out a ruse, specifically waiting for her to fall into their trap.
"Let's go!"
Bai Lu's expression changes, and without hesitation, she rolls up Zhang Zhizhi and flies straight into the rift. Upon seeing them fly away, Yan Yuqing's expression changes, and he turns to look at Su Tingyun, "My lifelong goal has always been to become powerful."
He stares at Su Tingyun, his gaze icy, "I have never changed."
"I may not be able to break your sword now, but when I return from my training inside, I will avenge my broken sword." After saying this, he turns and walks away, his target being the narrow crevice into which Bai Lu and Zhang Zhizhi had just flown.
Su Tingyun doesn't know what's in there, but she can feel that it's filled with darkness and a surging malevolence, like a black quagmire filled with corpses. Once you enter, you will truly be tainted black and can never be the same.
At this moment, her body feels a little better, so she uses her spiritual energy to create a barrier, temporarily trapping her Little Uncle within.
Anxiously, she asks, "Then why do you want to become powerful? It's to protect the Obliteration Sword Tower, right?"
"Do you intend to abandon the Tower, abandon the master who raised you, and abandon the disciples you've carefully taught?" Su Tingyun continues, "Little Uncle, you haven't changed. The problem lies with that sword. Throw away the sword, don't be swayed by it!"
"Master..." Yan Yuqing's face shows a conflicted expression, and the hand holding the sword trembles slightly.
Seeing his reaction, Su Tingyun immediately says, "Yes, Elder Yan is still alive. He doesn't blame you. He repeatedly urged me to bring you back!"
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Yan Yuqing burst into laughter, "Yan Shu? A mere Foundation Establishment stage sword cultivator, and he dares to call himself my master? The Obliteration Sword Tower? If it weren't for me, it would have already perished! Just a group of ragtag individuals!"
He waves the broken sword in his hand and sneers, "My master is Xuanyuan Wentian!"
That sword cultivator with the two-character surname!
Su Tingyun's mind is shaken.
The moment Yan Yuqing says this, his originally weakened body seems to be infused with strength. His complexion takes on an unusual flush. After speaking those words, the broken sword suddenly bursts forth with a brilliant light. All the rust on its surface completely disappears, revealing the true form of the broken sword.
It truly resembles clear water, if the Springwater Sword is like silk ribbons and willows, then the Broad Sword is like rivers and dams.
They were once a single sword.
