Chapter 38 038 Every time it condenses, she destroys it...
In mid-air, Zhuang Rong'er did not take the sword shot by Yu Huansheng. She dodged sideways, pushed Nianyou to the stunned palace maid beside her, and rushed towards the flying sedan chair.
She tore the curtain of the sedan chair and made eye contact with "Nianyou" inside.
The white-haired woman showed a subtle expression. She had always disguised herself very well, but now she blinked at her as if she was afraid that Zhuang Rong'er would not recognize her.
There was a hint of artificial melancholy in her eyes, and she mouthed to Zhuang Rong'er, "Miss, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years."
Looking into that expression, Zhuang Rong'er became more certain of her guess—this was Nightmare Queen.
In the last second of the illusion, she pierced the heart and lungs of the Eye of Illusion, which was condensed by the World-Devouring Whale, because it insisted on transforming into Jing Huai's appearance, but its acting skills were poor.
As for Nightmare Lady, even though the phantom that reappeared from the illusion was not herself, she still relied on it. Moreover, the hatred for the prank a hundred years ago had never been resolved in Zhuang Rong'er's heart.
She brought Nianyou to intercept the sedan chair, mainly for Yan Ji.
She doesn't believe in so-called "ineradicable" restrictions, and even if that were true, she is not afraid of the trouble and effort.
If it cannot be eradicated, then every time it gathers, she will destroy it, so what's the harm?
Zhuang Rong'er struck the flying sedan chair with one palm, and the golden bells adorning the eaves of the sedan chair began to sway.
Her sudden attack woke up the palace people who were shocked by Nian You's shout "I am the goddess Nian You, look carefully!" and they instinctively came to protect her, but Wu Heng and Shu Qianhe tacitly intercepted them from the left and right.
"Save me..." The voice of Yan Ji came from the flying sedan, which was almost identical to Nian You's own.
As she cried for help in panic, the sedan suddenly crashed to the ground, with Zhuang Rong'er following closely behind.
The crowd hurriedly dispersed, screaming, but refused to go far away. They hid in the houses and watched through the windows.
"How can there be two goddesses? Which one is the real one?!"
"One of them must be a monster! How could such a horrific thing happen when two major sects are marrying each other!"
Zhuang Rong'er just stepped on the falling sedan chair. The flying sedan chair, which was a magical instrument, would not be damaged by the impact of falling to the ground, but it also tilted in a mess, and the curtain fell down, revealing the pitiful and helpless appearance of "Nian You" inside.
Zhuang Rong'er had no expression on her face. The silk ribbon quickly wrapped around her, but the cloth was cut off by a sword stabbing from behind.
Yu Huansheng chased after him.
His expression was solemn. He could not ignore Zhuang Rong'er's murderous intent. He had to block this attack before he could figure out the situation.
But his attempt to block the attack was useless. Zhuang Rong'er didn't seem to mind hitting him as well. The cloth was broken into two pieces. One end stabbed at the woman in the sedan, and the other end came towards him.
Yu Huansheng felt irritated.
A hundred years ago, he was seriously injured and has not recovered yet. Now he has only empty reputation and his cultivation is not as good as before.
But Zhuang Rong'er's spiritual energy was also not full, and the two were evenly matched.
Yu Huansheng held the sword and wrapped the cloth around him. He was a little annoyed by Zhuang Rong'er's foolish behavior and could not help but swing the sword and hit her in front of him.
"Bang--"
The weapons clashed and the sword in Yu Huansheng's hand was knocked away.
His empty hand trembled slightly, and he stood there in a daze.
The whole audience was silent for a second, and then more exclamations broke out.
"Another person has come. Who is that person?!"
Ah Huai stood with a sword in his hand, beside Zhuang Rong'er.
Despite his pale complexion and lack of spiritual power, he exuded an inexplicable aura of power that made people dare not underestimate him.
The little snake was anxious a few seconds ago and couldn't help but tighten its body, but suddenly remembered that Ah Huai was still in the middle and he didn't want to be squeezed to death by him.
When it hurriedly looked back, it found that there was no one behind it!
So... Ah Huai had already drawn his sword so quickly and intercepted Yu Huansheng's attack?!
Is this the speed a mortal should have?
The shouts of the crowd grew louder and louder. The monks of Tianque Sect who reacted quickly split up and began to evacuate the crowd.
Wu Heng was also frightened. He stopped fighting with the stubborn palace maid and flew down. He hurriedly picked up a wide-brimmed straw hat from a roadside stall and put it on Ah Huai's head.
But Yu Huansheng had obviously seen his face clearly.
His body began to tremble visibly, and his sword, which had been knocked away, lay humiliatingly on the ground, but he had no memory of picking it up.
"you……"
He staggered half a step, as if to step forward, but the sword in Ah Huai's hand was pointing straight at his throat.
Ah Huai's expression was calm, and his hand holding the sword was surprisingly steady. He had clearly just woken up from the exhaustion of the battle, and the countless accumulated pains in his body had also awakened, but outsiders could not tell that he was ill.
Yu Huansheng was so distraught that he ignored the threatening sword and still walked forward.
"Absolutely not—"
Nian You shouted, rushed over and grabbed his sleeve.
Yu Huansheng stopped in surprise and took a half step back, while Ah Huai also put away his sword.
No one could see clearly the action of drawing the sword, but the action of putting the sword back showed that it was done by a master!
The sword's radiance was even more powerful in the daylight than underwater. The sharp-eyed cultivator, who had refused to leave as instructed by the Tianque Sect disciples, immediately noticed it and shouted anxiously, "They came down from the Xingluo Sea. This must be the legendary final divine weapon refined by Master Liao Shiquan!"
But relatively speaking, only a few people paid attention to the magic weapon. Except for Shu Qianhe who was stunned for a moment and didn't expect that the news she casually released was actually true, more people's attention was focused on Ah Huai's appearance and identity.
Even though Wu Heng covered Ah Huai's face as quickly as possible, someone still saw it clearly.
At this moment, many people murmured, "How could it be..."
How could there be someone more handsome than Yu Huansheng?
How could he possibly knock down the sword of the Young Master of the Tianque Sect?
Who is this person?
"……Who are you?"
Yu Huansheng asked the same question.
His voice was squeezed out completely from his throat, and it even sounded funny because of the inflection.
“…”
Another person mistook him for Jing Huai.
Ah Huai lowered his eyes and did not answer.
He was no longer unfamiliar with such shocked looks, as everyone looked through him at another person.
Including the sword in his hand...it originally belonged to that person.
"It's none of your business."
Zhuang Rong'er spoke on behalf of Ah Huai, and her hand hidden under her sleeve reached out to his wrist.
After confirming that her pulse was fine, she turned back to look inside the sedan.
These two sudden confrontations interrupted her crusade against Nightmare Queen. The monster could have taken the opportunity to leave, but she refused to leave.
As the situation escalated, everyone seemed to realize that the latecomer was the real Nian You, and if she stayed now, it would be impossible for her to continue the show.
So, is she staying here to seek death?
Zhuang Rong'er was happy to oblige. The silk ribbon in her hand was wrapped around Yan Ji's neck accurately. The monster laughed and said to Zhuang Rong'er, "Don't blame me for being obsessed with you. Of all the emotions, I still like yours the most. Are you curious why I didn't leave? I was waiting for you."
Zhuang Rong'er's expression became increasingly gloomy, and her spiritual power quickly burned onto the finger that Yan Ji extended.
"Ah." Yan Ji cried out softly, obviously feeling the pain, but she still did not hide her smile. She held the body that belonged to Nian You and said something incoherent, "I like it. Even if you want to erase my thoughts, I still think it's delicious..."
What she said was so disgusting that it seemed like a provocation, but Zhuang Rong'er didn't care.
She held back no effort at all, and this time no one stopped her. The invisible spiritual fire soon completely enveloped Nightmare.
“…But I will come back.”
Before completely disappearing, the figure left behind a sentence that was almost identical to what the shadow in his illusory world said.
The Nightmare Princess dissolved and turned into dust-like particles. Blown by the wind, she flew towards the west - the direction of Yingyue Palace.
Zhuang Rong'er's expression did not change. She turned around and looked at A Huai. Their eyes met and then separated for a short moment. A Huai looked away first, but the sword in his hand was still handed to her.
He thought that he had used the sword that belonged to that person again, and Zhuang Rong'er might not be happy.
However, the situation was urgent and his instinct was faster than his thoughts.
"...This sword is yours." Zhuang Rong'er said in a flat tone.
No matter what, she couldn't do the thing of taking back the nameless divine weapon and keeping it as a backup for Jing Huai's resurrection.
First of all, this sword has been used by others and is not worthy of Jing Huai.
Even if that person is Ah Huai, whom she likes now, he is not worthy of her.
Secondly, she has already given up that obsession.
It’s Jing Yixu and Jie Jie’s business to admit their mistake for Ah Huai.
And she will find a more powerful magic weapon for Jing Huai, which is sharper than the nameless magic sword and more suitable for Jing Huai's swordsmanship.
As for the person who would refine the sword, she already had a candidate in mind—the head of Wanjian Mountain, Li Ruohui.
Although there are many weapon-making masters in the world, there are only a handful of them who can truly forge peerless magical weapons.
Liao Shiquan is one of them, and Li Ruohui, the head of Wanjian Mountain, is also one of them.
Liao Shiquan was not restricted to the types of weapons when refining weapons, but Li Ruohui only refined swords.
Seeing the sword still lying before her, Zhuang Rong'er repeated, "It's yours."
She acted calm and composed at this moment, as if she had not been obsessed with the sword a few days ago and would rather hurt others and herself.
But she was obviously not being sarcastic.
Ah Huai paused for a moment and nodded slightly.
He really wanted to ask: The sword was given to him, but what about "him"?
But in the end he just remained silent.
…
Everyone watched helplessly as one of the goddesses disappeared, and the one who remained was obviously their true goddess.
Nian You turned to look at Yu Huansheng, a complicated expression on her face. "Young Sect Master, this is the fault of Yingyue Palace... The scandal has spread throughout the world and is irreversible. The responsibility lies entirely with me... But this is a long story. Could you lead the ceremonial team and return to Yingyue Palace with me? On the way, I will explain everything to Young Sect Master..."
Her uncle must have received the news early on. Although she didn't know why he hadn't arrived yet, she could imagine that there was still a tough battle waiting for her.
"I guarantee that every word I say is true, absolutely true..."
As Nianyou was speaking, the situation suddenly changed again—
Suddenly, several sharp arrows streaked across the sky and shot towards Yu Huansheng's chest.
"Young Sect Master?!"
Not to mention that Yu Huansheng was distracted and unable to dodge, the attack of arrows was also really difficult to withstand. Zhuang Rong'er and the others were standing behind Yu Huansheng, and they did not notice the ambush from a third party at the first time.
"Is the young master in danger? Damn it... Capture the man who shot the arrow in secret!" the guards shouted.
Yu Huansheng frowned and used his spiritual power to force the arrow out of his body. He was about to fall down, but was supported by the frightened guards who rushed over.
He brushed them aside, turned quickly and looked towards the city wall.
On the city wall a hundred meters away, a young man put away the bow in his hand and was surrounded by the furious monks of Tianque Sect.
He shook the bow and arrow in his hand, as if with some disdain, crushed it into powder in his hand, and smiled at the people who were looking at him.
——Feiyuan Pavilion, I return to the smelting place.
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