Chapter 191 Lin Feiran is indeed a traitor for killing me so cleverly.
A strange rumble of thunder rolled by, and gray clouds gradually gathered in the sky, which was ablaze with color. The two clouds intertwined and laid down a strange smoky purple hue. The expressions of the crowd changed in different ways in the dim light of the sky.
The rain, which had stopped for a long time, returned with renewed force, leaving a damp atmosphere in the air. The drooping peonies on the eaves suddenly bloomed, revealing the last wonder of Luoyang.
The Emperor was awakened by the rumbling thunder. He had no time to look at Lin Feiran, nor did he care about the figure on the roof. He only looked at the blood-stained white dress.
Bai Lu leaned quietly against the ruins, a faint ethereal light emanating from her. Her golden hairpin had long since fallen, leaving only her ebony-like long hair drifting in the air.
Everything indicated her departure.
A dull ache and emptiness welled up in his heart. He staggered two steps, wanting to quickly walk to her, but Ding Yi stopped him again.
He gazed at the Emperor, placed his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't forget what you really need to do. As long as you are still here, as long as the Secret Sect exists, there is always a chance for things to turn around."
"A turning point, a turning point..."
His heart pounded like a drum, his fingertips trembled, and his eyes quickly filled with a swollen heat, but he still couldn't shed a single tear.
Perhaps it was only at this moment that he realized how numb he had become.
Even Bailu's death could not sway his emotions.
But as long as Tantric Buddhism exists, there is still hope for a turnaround.
What he really wanted to do was to use today's events to make it impossible for Lin Feiran to have a foothold in the human world anymore!
Even though he knew it in his heart, his gaze kept drifting towards the ruins. Ding Yi sighed inwardly and stepped forward alone to observe the situation.
They had planned this long ago, so the ones who came to capture people were not the Feather Guards, but cultivators who had joined the Star Domain and the geniuses from various sects who had been invited. As for the court officials, they had already left after failing to reach an agreement.
Except for Murong Qiudi, she never left and insisted on staying until this moment.
Ding Yi glanced to the side and saw that among the cultivators standing next to the Human Emperor, one of them had a stiff face and stood there blankly, like a puppet.
However, he was indeed a puppet.
Those were the eyes sent by the esoteric sect to investigate, and the person investigating was none other than Lin Feiran.
A surprised exclamation came from below. Ding Yi immediately leaned over and looked down. He narrowed his eyes and saw that every part of the huge bluestone square was covered with ice and snow. What echoed around him was not the winter wind, but a series of chilling sword intents.
This is a sword realm where cultivators' spiritual power is suppressed and their movements are slowed down.
Wei Chang moved as usual, his Kunwu sword falling like snowflakes. It seemed light, but it was extremely fast and powerful. Each swing of the sword was like a boulder falling, knocking the attacking cultivators away.
He spun around and moved aside, managing to block attacks coming from all directions on his own. Although he only hovered around Lin Feiran, he displayed a remarkable and seamless demeanor.
He flipped himself to the ground, a flash of sword light in his hand, forcing everyone back.
The next moment, countless icicles sprouted from the snow and ice. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be icy thorns that intertwined like soft snakes, tearing the flesh of those who attacked and leaving streaks of blood.
For a moment, no one dared to step forward, and they searched for his weaknesses from a distance.
Wei Changzai caught the flying Kunwu sword with his eyes lowered, exhaled a breath of cold air, raised his dark eyes and scanned his surroundings. His expression was calm, and his gaze was not focused, but it still gave people a chilling feeling.
Cold, frosty, and heartless—this is Wei Changzai's sword. Everyone has long heard of its name, and today they finally see it again.
The disciples of various sects, who remained motionless and lost in their own thoughts, couldn't help but sigh, but the attention of many others was drawn to something else entirely.
In the center of Wei Changzai's movement to protect the palace, a sudden sound of swords clashing and gongs rang out. The residual force was extremely powerful, sweeping away all the green tiles on the palace, making one crisp sound after another.
It was Lin Feiran who made the move, and the person she was exchanging sword blows with was none other than Lin Zhengqing, the Star Lord of Greed.
After delivering a powerful blow, Lin Zhengqing took several steps back and looked at the female cultivator in front of him with a serious expression, only to say with a sigh, "You've made progress."
Lin Feiran sheathed his sword and stared straight at him with his clear eyes, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
I never expected to see him here today.
She straightened up, brandished her longsword, and gripped the hilt tightly with her numb hand: "Seeing the children I couldn't kill back then grow up, do you feel a bit sentimental?"
Lin Zhengqing smiled faintly for a moment, then raised the Seven Star Sword in his hand: "So you remembered. I am nothing more than a handy sword in their hands; whether I feel anything or not is unimportant."
Now that you've made progress, I also need to give you my full support.
The longsword in his hand was strangely designed, with seven hollowed-out sections on its blade, each containing a rotating pearl. At first glance, it resembled the seven stars in the sky aligned, each section gleaming with precious light.
Lin Feiran had a vivid memory of this sword; it was these seven beads that forced her into the snowy mountains that year.
He raised his hand, and the seven precious beads spun around.
"Be loyal to your duties and do your best, that's all."
Lin Feiran immediately turned and retreated, swinging his long arm heavily. The Golden Wave Sword was a few inches longer than an ordinary sword, so wherever the blade passed, it pushed the pearls back. Just then, Lin Zhengqing also came with his sword, the sword light pointing directly at his eyes!
Lin Feiran's body froze, and his sword slowed down a bit. Even though he quickly recovered and changed his stance to deliver the sword, it still accidentally slipped into the hollow part of the Seven Star Sword and was stuck in place by his horizontal sword.
In that instant, seven precious pearls came rushing from behind. Wei Chang was distracted and blocked three of them. Lin Feiran immediately dodged the other three, and the remaining one struck with lightning speed, hitting Lin Feiran's shoulder and knocking her against a pillar with a loud thud like a muffled thunderclap!
As the dust settled, the pillars, half-bent and bent, creaked and splintered, their sharp wooden splinters pressing undeniably against her back.
In a battle between masters, every breath and every instant is crucial to victory, let alone her momentary lapse in concentration.
Lin Zhengqing immediately stepped forward with a flick of his sleeve, and a hexagonal prism rose into the air from his sleeve, shining a beam of golden light that enveloped Lin Feiran.
Suddenly, the skirt-pressing knife hanging at her waist slowly rose, one end pointing towards the prism and the other end tied to her waist, as if it were about to fly away.
Lin Zhengqing frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled. He glanced at Ding Yi again, then decided not to wait any longer. He leaped up, and a howling wolf shadow appeared behind him. The sword wind was fierce, and the seven precious pearls swelled several times in size, with countless spiritual threads surging out from them, all attacking that place together!
With a loud crash, the long-suppressed rain fell along with the collapsed side hall, pattering down on the mess and releasing a somber, dusty smell.
There was complete silence all around.
Suddenly, a few crisp sounds rang out, the sound of shattered bricks and tiles rolling down. The surrounding dust was suppressed by raindrops, and a touch of crimson appeared in this ruin, clear and bright.
Lin Feiran knelt on the ground, his right foot braced against the loose stones behind him, and his left hand held up a red umbrella in front of him. The Seven Star Sword, along with the seven precious pearls, smashed onto the umbrella surface, yet not a single crack was seen.
She raised her right hand, and the Golden Wave Sword, which Lin Zhengqing had previously seized, flashed back into her hand like a swift shadow.
The raindrops struck the blade, but instead of splashing, they were split in two as if by a hard object, falling straight between the two men.
Another loud bang, and a pair of clear eyes rose from behind the umbrella, looking straight at him. The gaze had an unusually aggressive quality, like that of someone eyeing their prey. It wasn't fierce, but it enveloped him like a net, making him feel uneasy.
Lin Zhengqing sensed something was wrong and immediately retreated. With a wave of his hand, seven precious pearls spiraled into the sky, and a galaxy appeared in the heavens. The pearls intertwined and formed the Big Dipper.
Suddenly, the handle of the Big Dipper pointed east, and a colossal wave surged down, with one water column after another, almost requiring two people to hug, crashing towards her!
These water columns, though powerful, were too cumbersome for Lin Feiran. She immediately leaped up, her golden umbrella spinning upwards, and slashed her longsword horizontally, the blade carrying a faint wind. She used the umbrella for leverage and cut one of the columns in half with a single sword strike!
As the handle of the Big Dipper pointed south, dozens of spirit wolves, as if painted with meticulous brushstrokes, flew down. They trod on flowing fire, howling as they came, their mouths wide open with drool dripping, unleashing their full flames, surrounding Lin Feiran and trying to snatch her in their mouths.
She didn't fight head-on, but instead sheathed her sword and shifted her stance, instantly appearing under the umbrella several meters away. She rotated her palms, using the force to redirect the water jet that hadn't yet fallen towards the wolf's head!
The water, as heavy as a thousand pounds, poured down on its head, and the spirit wolf instantly melted like thick ink, leaving streaks of black.
The handle of the Big Dipper in the Milky Way was about to turn again, but Lin Feiran flipped over and landed on the ground, holding his sword in front of him with both hands, and said unhurriedly.
"That's not how you open the Sword Realm."
In an instant, sword winds rose, robes fluttered, and a...
The next moment, a huge, blazing sun rose from behind her, carrying a power that could burn everything, scorching the entire galaxy. A faint smell of decay filled the air, and the brilliance of the seven precious pearls dimmed instantly, swallowing up the night before her eyes!
Under the dazzling sun, she drew her longsword, her slightly disheveled hair framing her calm eyes.
"Your sword has deteriorated considerably compared to ten years ago. Working with them and following a path that is not your own will prevent your sword from improving. If this continues, you may never be able to draw your own sword again."
Within the Blazing Sun Sword Realm, only a single, dazzling sun shone overhead, and everything around was so blinding that Lin Zhengqing could not immediately discern her expression.
When he saw her again, she was right in front of him, her clear eyes slightly lowered, reflecting his expression. Then he raised his right hand high, and the sword followed his hand, slashing down cleanly!
The crimson hue scattered in the dazzling sunlight, like splashes of rosy light, red and warm.
Amidst the gasps of the crowd, the sword realm gradually dissipated, but Lin Feiran did not stop. Her gaze fell upon the clock tower, and with a thought in mind, she flew away in the blink of an eye.
Ding Yi's eyes sharpened, and he immediately extended his palm, only to be blocked by someone. He glanced at the person and said in a low voice, "Lord Murong, what are you doing?"
Murong Qiudi responded solemnly, her gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Do what I should do, do what I can do."
Ding Yi's cultivation was unfathomable, and Murong Qiudi was no match for him. After three moves, she was pushed back several steps, but the next moment, another spiritual force came, which was very powerful. Ding Yi immediately dodged it.
He looked up and saw the silver figure standing atop the drizzle, his emerald eyes slightly narrowed. Though he didn't speak, his protective intent was unspoken.
"Is the Demon Lord interfering in the affairs of the human realm to break the agreement?"
He stepped forward, no longer paying attention to Lin Feiran's actions, and his usually calm eyes revealed displeasure.
"If you want to break the contract, you should think it over carefully. In terms of cultivation, I am a level higher than the Demon Lord."
“I’ve fought even those at the True Realm, so what if they’re a level higher?” Ru Xian said indifferently, raising her hand to brush away the red marks on her eyes, her eyebrows slightly raised. “I’m in charge of my people. If you lay a hand on her, I’ll lay a hand on you.”
While the three were balancing each other out, Lin Feiran had already rushed to the foot of the bell tower. Her gaze sharpened as she looked at the person inside the tower. She immediately swung the Golden Wave Sword in her hand, and the wind whistled past the side of the sword. It suddenly pierced the back of the bell ringer's collar, pinning him firmly to the crossbeam!
Thump!
A bell tolling even deeper and more powerful than before resounded throughout the heavens and earth!
This ancient bell, silent for hundreds of years, has rung for the second time, finally resounding today with the sound that should have been its own, a sound that awakens the world!
“A plague has appeared in the world, its name is unknown, but the people of the Northern Plains call it the Cold Disease. I hope you will all pay close attention to it.”
Those whose bodies are stiff, whose flesh and blood are gradually cooling, whose breath carries a frosty chill, whose veins are covered with ice crystals, and whose eyelashes, cheeks, and backs are covered with frost, are all suffering from this epidemic.
To alleviate the symptoms, one must use Tiancao Ma, Ganwuwei, Huojizi, Chitonggen, Zisha, Fusang Muzhi, and Qilingshen as medicinal guides, and finally add three drops of pure spiritual energy to refine them into a pill for consumption.
However, this method cannot cure the root cause, so we hope that those of us with aspirations will take the initiative to study it!
Before she could finish speaking, a figure rushed towards Lin Feiran at lightning speed, just to interrupt her. She immediately dodged, and the attack struck Huang Zhong with a vengeance.
Thump!
The bell tolls a third time today!
But just as this man climbed the bell tower and got into a fight with Lin Feiran, a chilling aura followed closely behind. Wei Changzai had already caught up with the person who made the move, and without hesitation, he swung his Kunwu sword, severing the man's right arm that had been struck out.
With a soft thud, the severed arm fell to the ground, making a light, tinkling sound. Upon closer inspection, it was nothing more than a fake made of spirit wood.
Lin Feiran paused, only to see that the man's face was numb and his eyes were lifeless; he was clearly a puppet!
The puppet didn't give the two a chance to think. He didn't care about the broken arm. With his right hand cut off, he raised his left hand, turned his palm into a blade, and slashed at Lin Feiran again and again.
Perhaps because he was a puppet, his speed was comparable to Lin Feiran's.
As the puppet made its move, Lin Feiran dodged and withdrew her sword. Wei Changzai then lingered by her side, parrying and countering the opponent's attacks.
The three engaged in a fierce battle atop the bell tower, their swords flashing and occasionally obscured by the yellow bell, creating a dazzling spectacle. The bell tolled incessantly, striking ten times in a row, leaving onlookers dizzy and breathless.
At one point during the pursuit, Lin Feiran finally broke free and jumped off the clock tower.
The puppet immediately overturned the clock tower's roof and leaped out, but it did not chase after the bell tower. Instead, it hovered in mid-air, the runes in its raised palm flashing.
The next moment, a vortex of spiritual energy seemed to gather and rotate within it. Although it looked small, it suddenly formed an extremely powerful gravitational force!
Suddenly, everything before her slowed down under the swirling current. The changes in everyone's expression were clearly visible, and the movement of every gust of wind seemed tangible. She could even see the raindrops falling very slowly before her eyes, almost still...
Even she herself froze. She swung her sword for a long time, using even more force, but it only moved an inch. Her hair, which had been flying, was now almost frozen in the wind, obscuring most of her vision.
Just then, she sensed a slight movement coming from the mustard seed bag. It was the sound of the spiritual vein flowing within it, about to be squeezed out!
Lin Feiran's eyelids twitched, and he was secretly alarmed. Could it be that this person had attacked without provocation because he wanted the spiritual vein? But how did he know that the spiritual vein was on him?!
Now that I think about it, the prism that Lin Zhengqing inexplicably brought out earlier was probably a treasure used to explore spiritual veins.
But recalling their expressions, they should have found nothing, so why...?
As she was filled with surprise and doubt, the spirit of the Golden Wave Sword suddenly appeared in front of her and pointed to Lin Feiran's brow. A wisp of gentle spiritual energy flowed into her, and her sluggish figure was finally relieved.
On the other side, the Kunwu Sword Spirit also appeared in front of him, raised his hand and touched Wei Changzai's brow, but perhaps due to insufficient spiritual power, he only paused for a moment before stopping.
Everything around remained almost at a standstill.
The puppet rose a few feet higher, its hand waving, and a long, crystal-clear hook emerged from behind it, refracting a rainbow light as it shot straight toward Lin Feiran.
She immediately dodged to the side, her longsword flipping and slashing down. The resulting sword wind carved a fan-shaped curtain of water in the stagnant rain, shattering countless water droplets before severing the golden hook.
Such a great force only knocked it open, but did not break it.
Without hesitation, Lin Feiran unleashed a second sword strike.
She could sense that the hook was aimed at the mustard seed pouch at her waist, but she couldn't be sure. Perhaps the other party was testing her, so she didn't dare to cover it up obviously.
Lin Feiran's attention was entirely focused on the golden hook. No matter how he slashed at it, he couldn't break it even slightly. At the same time, the movement of the spiritual veins became more and more obvious.
After thinking it over, she decided to back down and avoid it.
The spiritual vein is of utmost importance; one cannot recklessly gamble with it.
Just as she dodged, the mustard seed bag was suspended in mid-air by inertia, and the golden hook went straight for her. Lin Feiran swung her sword to block again, but this sword seemed to touch a phantom and passed through the hook, missing its target!
Everything happened in an instant. The golden hook caught the mustard seed bag and pulled it away. The skirt-pressing knife hanging at the waist immediately flew up, and the blunt blade tip was able to pierce the hook claw and pin it to the ground, thus buying a moment's time.
Lin Feiran immediately drew his sword and stepped forward, exposing his back completely to the people. The puppet also took the opportunity to make a move!
Several sharp whooshing sounds came from the air, but Lin Feiran paid no attention. Taking back the mustard pouch was of utmost importance. She was already prepared to take the blows head-on. So, without turning her head, she drew her skirt-pressing knife, twirling the blade between her fingers, and slashed the golden hook to the ground, shattering it into several pieces. She immediately picked up the mustard pouch.
The sound of something cutting through the air was very close, but she also heard a few barely audible muffled thuds, the sound of sharp weapons entering flesh, but she did not feel any pain.
She turned around and unexpectedly met Wei Changzai's dark eyes. Blood red spread across his shoulder, and a few drops quickly seeped out and fell.
Even though his body was frozen, Wei Changzai did not give up moving. Even though it was very slow, he moved out at this critical moment to block the attack for her.
Looking at Lin Feiran's stunned expression, he thought inappropriately that he shouldn't have left her alone in the beast's den that day. No matter what, he shouldn't have left her alone.
After several unsuccessful attacks, the puppet made another move, the runes in its hand shining brightly, and the swirling suction force was even stronger. If it could still move a fraction of an inch before, it was now almost completely still, and Lin Feiran's movements also slowed down a bit.
The puppet opened the mustard seed pouch at its waist, from which dozens of spirit arrows shaped like sand scorpions rose, glowing with purple light, and were aimed at Lin Feiran's hand holding the mustard seed pouch.
She was too slow for the moment and didn't intend to fight head-on, so she picked up Wei Changzai and turned to dodge.
As they walked, a man suddenly appeared before them, wearing a silver-patterned jade robe and silver rings on his wrists. He had somehow broken free from the influence of the talisman, and with a clench of his right hand, dozens of spirit arrows stopped their attack, finally shattering as if they could not withstand the pressure.
He turned to look at her, his gaze first sweeping across her face and then landing directly on her hand.
Lin Feiran was dragging Wei Changzai by the back of his collar.
Before he could even speak, Lin Feiran had already let go. He remained silent for a moment, then said, "Isn't there something else to do?"
Lin Feiran's eyes lit up when she saw him, and now she smiled. She then leaped away, and the magical artifacts and yellow talismans that the puppet flew towards her were all destroyed like hail, without disturbing her in the slightest.
While catching his breath, Lin Feiran observed the surrounding situation. With a thought, he immediately raised his hands and formed a hand seal, creating a trapping magic array based on the book "The Great Sound is Silent" that he was already familiar with.
Dozens of spiritual threads intertwined, immobilizing the puppet and making it difficult for it to move.
Taking advantage of this moment, Lin Feiran drew his sword and left. The sword's light pointed directly at the Emperor, who was surrounded by the crowd!
Someone froze everyone in place; with such a golden opportunity before them, how could they let it slip by?!
Just then, Ding Yi finally managed to break free from the spell for a moment. With a wave of his white jade whisk, he shattered her magic array in an instant. The puppet broke free from its restraints, its blank eyes turning around. As if receiving a command from someone, it immediately clenched its fist and withdrew the spell's effect, allowing everyone to move.
In that instant, the Emperor staggered back several steps, and the crowd immediately gathered in front of him, shielding him behind them. Ding Yi turned the whisk he had raised and struck her.
In that instant, Lin Feiran swung the Golden Wave Sword forward, dodging Ding Yi's attack. The sword flashed past everyone like lightning, heading straight for the Emperor's neck and leaving a deep bloody gash!
The next moment, Lin Feiran appeared behind the Human Emperor, raised his hand to catch the sword, and with a backhand swing, all the hot blood on the blade fell off without a trace.
A swordsman can fly his sword from a hundred paces away, let alone such a distance.
The timing was too perfect; a moment earlier or later would have made it impossible to draw the sword smoothly amidst the encirclement. The speed was also too swift; a fraction faster or slower would have made it impossible to get close to the Human Emperor under the layers of cover.
She stood behind the Emperor, wiping the blood from her sword, the lightning beneath her feet still burning.
In an instant, hot blood gushed out, splashing onto every cultivator around them. They gasped, wiped away the sticky substance, and looked at the staggering, fallen Human Emperor with near horror, then quickly looked at Lin Feiran with disbelief in their eyes.
In the rain, she turned around and looked at him. Her clear eyes were enough to hold everyone's expressions, yet they also reflected a different kind of light.
She brushed the raindrops off her sword and spoke in a clear voice.
“Now you have ample reason to proclaim to the world that I, Lin Feiran, am indeed a traitor.”
Author's note: Handsome is the only word...
Some people are falling in love for the nth time.
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