Chapter 293

Even though Si Baixue had never met Li Ziqing, he could still recognize the unfathomable spiritual power emanating from the other party, and the long sword at his waist.

Such an ethereal beauty is probably unmatched even in the celestial realm.

Following the guidance of the shadow-finding lamp, Li Ziqing headed to the deepest part of the Wanji Demon Cave, but the pain of his damaged soul surged up again at this moment, and his face turned pale instantly.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

Falling into the yellow sand, it looked like a flower of blood.

Li Ziqing simply wiped her lips lightly, as if afraid that someone might see them later.

As if struck by a sudden thought, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

He had just moved when a sudden voice rang out:

"Even the renowned Immortal Venerable can get injured?"

Si Baixue came out, her voice still filled with lingering sorrow.

Li Ziqing had already noticed Si Baixue, who had been following him all the way, but he couldn't be bothered with her. His priority at the moment was to find A Ning.

He didn't want to reply to Si Baixue and was about to leave.

Si Baixue's voice came from the yellow sand:

"Immortal Venerable".

"Feng Yingning is your disciple, isn't she?" His eerie face was obscured by the sandstorm, making it impossible to discern his expression.

Li Ziqing stopped and glanced at Si Baixue.

"Demon race."

Sibaixue remained silent.

"You... know A-Ning?"

When Li Ziqing realized this fact, his voice inevitably revealed a hint of panic and joy.

Some people recognize it.

That means that Aning has truly been reborn from the ashes.

But Si Baixue gave a bitter smile. His ankle-length black hair was no longer as flowing as it once was, and he said heavily:

"How could I not recognize it?"

He paused for a moment:

“Feng Yingning, A-Ning.”

“I recognize them all.”

His words reached Li Ziqing's ears.

The churning pain in Li Ziqing's soul finally found temporary relief at this moment. During his long search and dreams over the past few hundred years, he had dreamt of the scene at the Immortal-Trapping Cliff time and time again.

And at that moment, his heart finally began to beat again.

We found her.

We found Aning.

The cold body, which had lost most of its immortal soul and spirit, even felt a trace of warmth.

Do you know her?

Li Ziqing's dark eyes softened considerably, and before he could even raise the corner of his lips slightly, Si Baixue's next words plunged him into an icy abyss.

"It is too late to disturb the Immortal Venerable."

"What I want to know is Your Excellency's disciple—Feng Yingning."

"How did he die?"

"How did she die after coming out of the Immortal-Trapping Cliff?" Si Baixue looked at Li Ziqing, expressing his desire for an answer to this question.

Si Baixue was unwilling to ask Yingning, for fear of hurting her.

But Li Ziqing knew it nonetheless.

After all, she was his youngest disciple.

Li Ziqing's figure seemed somewhat stiff amidst the raging wind and yellow sand; his large hands, hidden behind his back, were trembling incessantly.

Even the sword, which had not been abandoned, let out a faint, mournful cry.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the scene from that year appeared before him once again.

It's as if all of this happened just yesterday.

He has never escaped the memory of that day. Even now, when recalling those scenes, Li Ziqing can still feel the fear and helplessness of having his hands stained with her blood.

Fresh blood...

And her last words:

"Master..."

The yellow sand is merciless, and the wind in the desert is fierce.

But all the sand and gravel, at the very moment they finally fall.

After a very long time, Li Ziqing finally spoke again:

"It's me."

"It was me... who killed her."

The immortal's voice was intermittent, as if each word required immense courage to be uttered.

"I killed A Ning at Kunxian Cliff."

The strange man in front of him paused and took a few steps back after hearing Li Ziqing's answer. Although there was a sense of helplessness in the face of the heavens, there was also a look of furious collapse between his brows.

It turns out...

He died at the hands of Li Ziqing.

Even after learning the truth, his narrow eyes were filled with such heartache that he couldn't shed a tear. Si Baixue's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible:

"Oh, I see."

"I see."

He concentrated his demonic power in his palm, amidst the swirling yellow sand, seeking justice from the heavens.

"Ah Ning, you..."

"Bad luck indeed."

The man who had barely escaped the demon's lair died in the very Sword Sect he desperately wanted to return to...

He died at the hands of his own master.

Is there anything more ridiculous than this in the world?

He dared not think about how A-Ning faced this past event, or whether she felt the same way he did when he mentioned Feng Yingning's name.

Only a heart full of sorrow and anger.

They wished they could destroy the natural order.

Everything is ruined.

Si Baixue's demonic power surged, and he struck out with his palm, reaching the snow-covered figure. His palm strike was ruthless yet filled with boundless sorrow and hatred.

"Li Ziqing!"

"Do you know how she crawled out of that hellhole?!" Si Baixue's black hair flew wildly, but he could only grit his teeth and suppress all his heartache for Ying Ning.

In an instant, the all-destroying demonic power completely tore the yellow sand in front of them to shreds.

The Unyielding Sword was suddenly drawn, blocking one deadly attack after another for its motionless master.

The mournful cry of Lingxiao seemed to emanate from the sword itself.

Li Ziqing neither avoided nor avoided it. He seemed to be trapped in place by an inescapable force, and even more trapped in those painful memories.

Buqijian sensed his unusual behavior.

But no matter how anxious it was, it could only stand in front of its master.

Seeing Li Ziqing's quiet demeanor, Si Baixue was even more furious. He hated Aning, resented Aning, and felt that Aning was being treated unfairly.

Why...

Why should such a good person like Aning die at the hands of her own master?

"Li Ziqing, say something!" Si Baixue's expression was frantic, and his strength grew more and more intense with each strike.

"Say it!"

"What right do you have? What right do you have!"

The rapidly surging demonic power shattered the surrounding stone caves into pieces.

Si Baixue seemed to be possessed by a demon, only able to vent her anger. However, the violent demonic power that rushed towards Li Ziqing was blocked by the Unyielding Sword.

The sword of the Immortal Venerable truly lives up to its name.

"About me and Aning, you..."

"It's beyond our control."

Li Ziqing's voice was like a thread about to break.

"She's going to die, why can't I care!" Si Baixue roared, his voice filled with grief and all the anger he felt because of Ying Ning.

He was her contracted demon, so why...?

It's beyond our control.