Jiang Jinyu is beautiful, the kind of beauty that has been softened by the passage of time, but in Ye Ming's eyes, there is only his crying little girl.
The two embraced tightly, weeping with joy.
Jiang Jinyu watched that scene from afar, and for some reason, she suddenly felt empty inside, as if a long time ago, there was someone who treated her in the same way.
However, those memories seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist. When she recalled those details, her head would throb with pain, as if preventing her from continuing to remember.
After trying several times, she had no choice but to give up.
With Jiang Jinyu's support and the astonishing performance just now, Ye Mu, the head of the Ye family, was completely convinced, and Ye Ming's marriage to Su Xuan'er proceeded smoothly.
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A deep valley about a hundred miles from Tian Shu County.
This place is sparsely populated and almost barren. The spiritual energy is extremely thin, and a faint, pungent smell of blood permeates the air. You can't even sense the presence of spiritual energy. The corpses of spirit beasts and huge skeletons can be seen everywhere. It is no exaggeration to say that this place can almost be considered a forbidden zone for humans.
Following a narrow passageway, the dim view suddenly brightened, revealing a deep crater that looked like it had been created by a meteorite.
As the view zoomed in, a shocking scene unfolded: the deep pit was filled with the corpses of countless spirit beasts, the stark white bones adding a sinister touch to the air.
The bodies were densely packed; preliminary estimates suggest there were probably tens of thousands of corpses.
In the center of the deep pit, a person seemed oblivious to the terror around him. He stood there quietly, dressed in a white robe, exuding an aura of unparalleled power. Just by standing there, the aura he released gave people a sense of awe and reverence.
The dim light shone on his profile, revealing a sharp, razor-sharp angle.
With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his seemingly cold gaze held an unyielding passion.
The man seemed to be thinking about something, his brows slowly furrowing, then relaxing after a moment. The thick bloodstains around him did not affect his mood. With a wave of his hand, a white light was emitted.
"Young Master."
Suddenly, a person appeared behind the man. The person walked to the man's side, first bowed with hands clasped in greeting, and then stood up and slowly said, "Young Master, the Master is very displeased that you have gone out without permission."
Feng Qitong slowly turned her head to look at him. Her usually indifferent eyes revealed a hint of meanness. She opened her long, narrow lips and said, "Whether he is happy or not, what does it have to do with me?"
As if he had anticipated the man's words, Zhou Wu was not surprised. He lowered his head and chuckled deeply. When he raised his head, he regained his composure and said, "The day predicted by the wizard is approaching. I hope the young master will not miss the auspicious time. Otherwise, the consequences will be unbearable for both of us."
Feng Qitong remained silent.
He tilted his head slightly upwards.
A complex light shone in his deep eyes.
After a long silence, he slowly said, "Zhou Tong, do you really think we must fight to the death with the Nine Provinces Continent? Can't we coexist peacefully? We are all people of this vast world, why must we be like this?"
There was still some personal motive behind saying those words.
However, this personal motive cannot be revealed at this moment.
But for Zhou Tong, who possesses extraordinary abilities, there are no secrets in the world.
He cupped his hands slightly and said, "Young Master, I will pretend I didn't hear those words. If I hear them a second time, then I will have to perform my duties."
He paused, slowly raised his head, stared at Feng Qitong, grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, and said, "Young Master, I know what you're thinking. The Lord has already instructed me that I have the power of life and death during my time in the Nine Provinces Continent. If your mind is unstable, then I will have no choice but to destroy the source that is causing your instability."
It's quite obvious that this statement is almost a direct reference to the person in Feng Qitong's heart.
Feng Qitong fell silent again.
This silence lasted longer than any other time before.
Gradually, he seemed to start to really enjoy silence.
Because in doing so, without saying a word or showing any expression, it would appear to outsiders as a sign of extreme cunning and composure.
Neither of them spoke; it was very quiet. A cold wind blew in through the cracks in the rocks, howling like ghosts. Combined with this terrifying scene, the eeriness was palpable.
Are you threatening me?
At this moment, Feng Qitong said in a cool breeze.
Zhou Tong knelt down decisively with a thud, but his expression remained unchanged, showing no fear whatsoever, and he said, "This subordinate dares not."
He said he didn't dare, but his tone was still full of resentment.
Feng Qitong ignored him and turned to leave.
They slowly moved into the pitch-black darkness, their figures gradually enveloped by the gloom.
Zhou Tong stared at Feng Qitong's retreating figure, a mocking smile slowly curving his lips.
"Even the most passionate love is nothing but a mirage in the face of reality. It leaves one only with sighs of regret and admiration for the beauty of love, but nothing else. It's pathetic and lamentable to fall in love with someone you can't be with..."
Shoot shoo shoo
Suddenly, countless sword shadows flew out from the darkness, carrying an astonishing pressure, crashing around like meteors.
They were densely packed, like a rain of swords.
The sharp sword tip pierced through the space, and with countless sounds approaching sonic booms, the countless sword shadows arrived in front of Zhou Tong in an instant.
With overwhelming momentum, each sharp sword tip resembled a walking Mount Tai, and its heavy aura surged forth like a turbulent tide.
"Feng Qitong, how dare you kill me!!!"
Zhou Tong's expression suddenly changed drastically.
This move is the signature move of the swordsman Feng Qitong, the Pear Blossom Rain.
Each white blade is aided by a powerful soul. If any blade manages to pierce the skin, the powerful soul force will instantly enter the meridians, and in a short moment, the soul force can completely destroy the host's spiritual energy circulation system.
When the spiritual sea is depleted, the symbol of a martial artist will vanish, and after half an hour, the martial artist will become an ordinary person.
That's undeniably ruthless.
Falling from the clouds to the dust takes only a quarter of an hour; the dramatic drop immediately triggers extreme psychological imbalance, and the collapse of psychological defenses is often the most fatal.
Seeing the blade gradually enlarging, Zhou Tong's pupils suddenly contracted, his chest heaved violently, and he took several deep breaths.
I roughly counted them; there were about ninety blades.
The second layer of the pear blossom rainstorm.
The ninth level of cultivation is the most terrifying, like rain falling from the sky, with nowhere to hide and only able to wait for death, unless one's cultivation level is far above that of the ninth level and one can temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack by relying on abundant spiritual power.
"Feng Qitong, I was sent by your father to monitor you. Have you considered the consequences if you dare to kill me?"
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