46 Sword Crying Ghost

The white fox was clearly in pain, but it still stubbornly rushed down the cliff. Wu Manci realized something was wrong, so she retracted her broken tail and moved closer to the white fox.

But at this moment, the evil spirit on the cliff suddenly dissipated, and a figure as big as a hill appeared. Murong He's face was dull and gloomy. He held a bone whip in his hand and lashed at the white fox.

Despite being attacked from both sides, the white fox was still unwilling to let go of Hua Lang. It was trapped in the spiritual energy, but it still rushed forward until a huge blood stain appeared on its forehead.

Murong He paused slightly when he saw the blood. The white fox saw the opportunity and was about to escape, but Ming Jinshu stumbled over and went towards Hua Lang in the white fox's mouth.

Mo Jinghong was concentrating on repairing the formation. Logically speaking, Qinglai was in a fairyland with abundant spiritual energy, so the demonic energy could not stay for too long. However, after fighting for such a long time, the demonic energy not only did not weaken, but became more rampant, making it impossible for him to find a chance to repair the formation.

He caught a glimpse of the people below, coughed up blood, and shouted, "He'er, Jinshu!"

But the two of them ignored him and attacked the white fox tacitly.

Mo Jinghong was so angry that he vomited blood again.

This big demon who controlled the demonic energy seemed to be able to predict every move of the Tianguang Sword, putting him at a disadvantage throughout the battle and almost being beaten!

"Qinglai is protected by Zhongzhou. Today, you demons have attacked us for no reason. Do you really want to destroy the century-long peace between immortals and demons?!"

Hearing this, the evil spirit attacked Mo Jinghong even more recklessly, and the Tianguang Sword gradually became blunt. Then, it actually abandoned its master Mo Jinghong and flew into the evil spirit!

Mo Jinghong was shot down onto the cliff. He raised his head and said in disbelief, "How is this possible... Who are you? This is impossible!"

The evil energy rose up like a thick cloud, and a female figure vaguely emerged. She stepped lightly on the broken stone platform, and the broken blood line actually squirmed and wrapped around her ankle.

The voice was familiar, and the smile was as bright as spring: "Coming here for no reason? Didn't you invite me here... Ah Shu?"

The white fox was attacked from both sides. It staggered and finally fell to the ground with a bang after its throat was locked by the bone whip. Amidst the snowflakes and flying fox fur, it curled up its body and protected its cold corpse in the softest fur.

Ming Jinshu and Murong He were blinded by the snow waves for a moment. When they opened their eyes again, Wu Manci's figure turned and passed by like a light swallow.

Amid the white fox's wailing, a flash of blood appeared.

She struck the raised claws of the white fox, and then Wu Manci used her flute to cut open the white fox's curled-up belly. Such a petite woman moved as swiftly and bloodily as a butcher.

She pulled up Hua Lang, who was trapped in a pool of blood. A ripple appeared in the air, and the two of them disappeared on the cliff in the blink of an eye.

The white fox, nearly gutted, struggled unwillingly, pounced into the air, its sobs audible beneath the stillness of the snow...

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Xuan Ji in the north is a place belonging to immortals. There are thousands of Xuanques in the north, all of which are included in the Golden Mirror of Zhongzhou. A hundred years ago, entrusted by the immortals, the Qinglai Gate was built in the north to defend against the demons in the north.

However, nine years ago, a sudden change occurred. The current leader, Mo Jinghong, was killed by Murong Yun, the lord of the Demon Realm. Since then, Qinglai has declined.

"So our Yunfu Sect took advantage of this opportunity to rise to power and become the largest sect in the North, right?"

The dancing flames illuminated a face that still had some baby fat, with freckles on the cheeks faintly visible, and pure curiosity revealed in the round eyes.

Everyone was dozing off while listening to the story. Looking around, they saw that except for Shan Yue, the rest of the team of ten people had quietly closed their eyes.

It was Shan Yue's first time to go down the mountain. These historical events that spanned decades and centuries fascinated this thirteen-year-old boy.

"This is not 'taking advantage of the opportunity to rise to power,'" the storyteller Pei Miu said, sitting on the grass, his face solemn, even the hem of his clothes was meticulously done.

"Although Mo Jinghong died, he had seven disciples under him, all of whom were incredibly talented and could have supported the Qinglai sect. However, one of them died and two were injured, and the remaining four were unwilling to take over the mess. Without a leader, the Qinglai sect naturally disbanded. To prevent demons from taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, the immortal sect ordered us in Yunfu to temporarily take charge of the affairs of the north."

Shan Yue scratched the back of his head, vaguely remembering that he had heard this story before, and continued to ask,

"Why are the other four unwilling to become the sect leader? Could it be true, as the rumors say, that there's a fox demon ghost in Qinglai, seeking lives every night?"

Why didn't he want to be the head? Of course, Qing Lai's reputation was already bad.

When Zhongzhou sent people to investigate the matter, they followed the place where the demons appeared and discovered thousands of broken evil formations centered on Qinglai. Judging from the number, Mo Jinghong had slaughtered at least tens of thousands of lives to feed the formations.

Pei Miu looked at Shan Yue, who looked confused, and said emphatically, "Fox demon ghost? Those who seek the truth should avoid overthinking. As long as you hold on to your primordial spirit and seek the truth with all your heart, you won't have to fear these crooked ways."

Upon hearing this, Shan Yue immediately nodded vigorously, her fair face full of trust and admiration for the senior brother.

“Puff—”

A somewhat lazy laugh was heard.

Jing Yunzan stretched lazily, her bright and ostentatious face still showing a hint of laziness. She narrowed her eyes and said,

"Big Brother, you are leading Junior Brother astray again. If Junior Brother really cultivates according to your method, then there will be another old-fashioned person in the sect."

Pei Miu usually disliked lazy people, and seeing Jing Yunzhan so sloppy, he couldn't help feeling displeased.

Jing Yunzan didn't care about Pei Miao's cold face at all. He stood up and pinched Shan Yue's face. Seeing that his junior brother's ears were red, he slowly withdrew his hand and said with a smile,

"Junior brother, I have a story here too. If you call me good senior sister, I will tell you."

Shan Yue stammered and couldn't say a word, and looked at Pei Miu for help in the light of the fire.

Pei Miu's face was frosty as she rebuked, "Acting like this doesn't reflect the role model a senior sister should be. Although you are in the human world now, you must not slack off in your cultivation of enlightenment. If all the disciples in Yunfu behave like you, what a disgrace!"

After hearing these words, several disciples who were drowsy just now woke up instantly, sat up straight with trembling hands, and put on an appearance of practicing seriously.

Jing Yunzan treated it as a gust of wind, rubbed his arms, and continued to speak softly to Shan Yue,

"Junior brother, Senior Brother never stops talking about cultivation. If you follow him to become Elder Luo's disciple, you won't have any fun. It's better for you to follow me, Senior Sister. I will keep all the good things close to you."

Pei Miu interrupted him again and said in a deep voice,

"Junior sister, Shan Yue has been admitted to Baizhang Peak. If you are dissatisfied with this, why not go back and report it to the Sect Master? After the Sect Master has considered it, come back and ask Junior Brother. It is really against the rules to argue in private like this!"

Jing Yunzan snorted softly, crossed his chest, and said,

"Brother, what you said is fair. Everyone knows that the Sect Master only supports your peak. We at Juexiao Peak have only had a dozen disciples over the years. If it would be useful to mess with her, I would have already trampled down the threshold of her temple."

Ming Juefeng is the successor of Qinglai. When Qinglai encountered trouble and the three arts declined, the new disciples were also wary of Juexiaofeng. Could it be due to favoritism?

Pei Miu knew that she was dissatisfied, but all the immortal arts would overflow if they were excessive, and some would flourish while others would decline. The Bai Zhang Sword School had indeed benefited from this, and the relationship between them was complicated and intricate, which was not something she, a mere inner sect disciple, could change. She was speechless for a moment.

Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly heavy, Shan Yue glanced at the faces of his senior brothers and sisters, feeling uneasy, he stood up suddenly.

"Big Brother, Big Sister, the fire is a little small. I, I'll go get some firewood!"

Pei Miu nodded and let Shan Yue go.

There are countless sword formations set up by predecessors in this withered sword forest, and no demons can get close. However, the terrain is complicated with thousands of withered trees, which is a good opportunity to test how well the junior brother has practiced his night vision.

Unexpectedly, after just a cup of tea, a scream suddenly came from the forest.

"ah--"

Listen to this voice, it’s Shan Yue!

Pei Miu and Jing Yunzhan reacted quickly. They immediately counted the rest of the disciples, gathered the remaining firewood as torches, and walked towards the forest.

"Junior Brother?"

"Where are you, little brother?"

The forest was dead silent. The voice was clear, but there was no response.

The further we walked, the darker the forest became, as if all the light had been swallowed up.

Everyone followed Pei Miu and Jing Yunzhan nervously. Suddenly, a dark shadow fell into Pei Miu's arms.

The firelight shone down and saw the missing Shan Yue. Jing Yunzan breathed a sigh of relief and asked,

"What happened?"

Shan Yue raised his head tremblingly, his lovely face covered with tear marks, which gleamed brightly in the increasingly dim firelight. He choked and said:

"Wuwuwu fox demon... the fox demon's ghost is back!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the torch could no longer hold on. The flame suddenly jumped and then went out completely. For a moment, everyone felt a gust of cold wind and their limbs became cold.

Looking in the direction pointed by the single moon,

A beam of moonlight suddenly fell into the dark forest ahead, making the scene in front of everyone clear, and everyone shuddered involuntarily.

A clear, sharp light illuminated a red shadow, and the faint shadow of a fox's tail was cast behind the woman.

She stood in front of a grave, her back silent. Looking closely, the red on her body seemed to be stained with blood. She looked as horrible as the legendary fox demon who died for love!

Suddenly, she moved.

The fox ghost was seen bending down, not knowing what he was doing. When he stood up again after a while, everyone saw that there was actually a boy of about seven or eight years old standing in the place that was previously covered by the white clothes!

As if about to attack the child, the fox demon opened its five fingers and grabbed the child's face.

"How dare this mortal monster be so bold!"

Xie Miu's pupils shrank, and in extreme anger, he pushed Shan Yue, who was shrinking beside his hand, towards Jing Yunzan, then conjured up a silver sword and rushed forward.

The fox ghost heard the sound and slowly turned around, and his face was completely different from what he had imagined.

Under the moonlight, a beautiful face hidden in black hair was revealed, with delicate skin and clear bones.

The blood-stained clothes could not conceal the clear and ethereal look in her eyes. Her pupils were an extremely rare amber color, and the interweaving of light and darkness seemed to contain the brilliance of heaven and earth.

Everyone was stunned, even Shan Yue, who was hiding in Jing Yunzan's arms and peeking, stopped sobbing.

Seeing this, Xie Miu, who had flown forward, quickly retracted his knife, with the blade just touching his throat.

As the moonlight shone on the sharp blade, Hua Lang's bewildered expression was reflected...

【Author’s words】

I modified the previous chapter. The content is probably to add a description of the battle method and detail Xiaohua's motivation. I added 400 words. Those who have already purchased the baby should not need to buy it again [heart]

Suddenly it occurred to me that when Xiaohua and Xiaoxie talk from now on, won’t they all just sound like “嘤嘤嘤” (a fox bark)?! [狗头]