The sword energy grazed Tu Shan Rongrong's cheek, severing a strand of her long green hair, which slowly drifted to the ground.
"Tu Shan Rongrong, I am not a toy you can control at will."
Chi Musheng pointed his long sword directly at Tu Shan Rongrong and said angrily.
To have one's mind controlled, to lose one's freedom, to be manipulated like a doll—if this is Tu Shan Rongrong's love, then I'm sorry, he cannot bear it.
Tu Shan Rongrong froze in front of her, her hand seals halfway through forming, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock. She hadn't expected that Chi Musheng would actually attack her and hit her.
Even half of the demonic power that had been redirected dissipated in an instant.
Looking into the coldness in Chi Musheng's eyes, her heart felt as if it had plummeted to the bottom, filled with unease and she curled up into a tight ball.
Before Tu Shan Rongrong could recover, Chi Musheng turned and left, leaving behind only one sentence.
"We all need to calm down and not follow us."
Tu Shan Rongrong gazed at the receding figure in the distance, and she longed to chase after it.
But what happens after she catches up with him? Will she fight with Chi Musheng?
Impossible. If this were Chi Musheng's own power, that would be one thing, but she could clearly sense that this power did not belong to Chi Musheng, and its use always came at a price.
She didn't know what the price would be, but if Chi Musheng were to use the power to fight against her, it was highly likely to be his life.
This is why she didn't make a move in the end. She only wanted to possess Chi Musheng, not to die, and she didn't want to lose him completely.
After watching Chi Musheng's figure disappear, Tu Shan Rongrong bent over, clutching her chest and panting heavily, as if she were enduring great pain.
The black aura emanating from behind her grew increasingly dense, seemingly about to envelop Tu Shan Rongrong. After a long while, the black aura behind her finally disappeared again.
Tu Shan Rongrong looked up at a small bird in the tree, a smile appearing on her lips.
"Brother Musheng, you can't escape. You can only belong to Rongrong."
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Chi Musheng walked along the road with a lifeless look in his eyes. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he arrived at the gate of a small courtyard on the edge of the city. The old gate was full of traces of time.
Two cacti stand on either side of the door, their vibrant life force creating a kind of confrontation with the small door.
He reached out and knocked on the door three times.
"Knock knock knock"
Soon, the sound of a door opening came from inside. With a creak, the door opened from the inside out, revealing a somewhat eerie face, a middle-aged man with patches of red and white that were hard to look at.
"Who are you? Xiao Sheng?"
Cheng Hui hesitated for two seconds, looking at the person in front of her. Although the face was much unfamiliar, the feeling was unique. She then exclaimed in surprise.
He seemed to have never expected that the person in front of him was still alive, let alone that they would come looking for him.
"It's me, Master. Long time no see."
Chi Musheng called out with a smile.
They thought they would never see each other again in this life, but they never expected to meet again.
Since coming into this world, Cheng Hui has been the best person to him, without exception. If Cheng Hui hadn't taught him so many things, given his previous temperament, he might have preferred to be beaten to death rather than submit.
"It really is you, Xiao Sheng."
Cheng Hui excitedly patted Chi Musheng's shoulders with both hands, his face full of smiles.
Three years ago, he thought the kid was dead, but he never expected him to still be alive and come to see him.
He had no relatives left in this world. Even when he was teaching Chi Musheng some things, he had already treated Chi Musheng as half a son.
"Come in, let's talk."
Cheng Hui glanced outside the door, and after confirming that no one was there, pulled Chi Musheng into the courtyard and closed the door.
He directly tore off the human skin mask from Chi Musheng's face. The familiar face brought tears to his eyes, and he choked out.
"It's good that you're alright. Your master thought you were..."
"Don't say such unlucky things. I'm alive and well, Master."
Chi Musheng reached out and wiped away Cheng Hui's tears, comforting her.
After exchanging pleasantries, the two sat down on a stone bench and began to drink tea and chat.
"Xiao Sheng, since you've already left the Southern Kingdom, why did you come back? If it was just to see this old man, you could have written to me and asked me to come visit you."
Cheng Hui asked, somewhat puzzled.
She knew the Southern Princess's character well, especially in the last two years, when she seemed to have become even more twisted. If she found out that Xiao Sheng had returned, she didn't know what she would do.
"I originally intended to write to you, inviting you to come and live out your retirement with me, but things didn't go as planned. An unexpected incident occurred, so I came directly to the South."
Chi Musheng took a sip of tea and continued.
"But don't worry, Master. Since I dared to come back, I naturally have the ability to protect myself."
After saying that, a golden sword pattern appeared in the center of his forehead, and a golden longsword appeared in his hand. The sharpness of the sword intent was so intense that even just looking at it was dazzling.
"This is the sword intent of royal power!"
Cheng Hui pondered for a long time before daring to make a decision.
His original surname was Wangquan, and he was a disciple of the Wangquan family, and a rather outstanding one at that. However, due to some unpleasant accidents, he voluntarily changed his surname to avoid bringing shame to his family. He was also aware of some of the things recorded in ancient books.
Hundreds of years ago, the Wangquan family had a genius that appeared only once in a thousand years. Wangquan Wumu could wield the Heaven and Earth Sword at the age of eight, and at the age of ten, he comprehended the Wangquan Sword Intent while holding the Wangquan Sword. He could kill a demon king with a single sword and was also comparable to a demon emperor.
Unfortunately, fate was cruel to this talented individual, and he died young. From then on, the King's Sword Intent was extinguished in the world, and no one could wield it again.
"Um"
Chi Musheng nodded.
"How is that possible, Xiao Sheng? How did you come to understand this?"
Cheng Hui looked at Chi Musheng nervously. Logically speaking, to comprehend the essence of the Wangquan sword, one must first learn the Wangquan sword technique and then possess the Wangquan sword. However, Chi Musheng could not do either of these things.
"Master, there are some things I can't say too much about. After all, knowing too much might affect you."
As he spoke, Chi Musheng looked up at the sky. He figured that only he, as an outsider, had ever come into contact with the Heavenly Dao consciousness. If he spoke of it without permission, he might be fine, but Cheng Hui would be in danger of being killed.
"Master understands. Everyone has their own secrets. I'm happy that you have the ability to protect yourself. However, according to records, the King's Sword Intent has a fatal flaw."
That means it requires a combination of lifespan and magical power to unleash its power. Xiao Sheng, you don't have magical power, so it will consume all your lifespan, which means you can't use it for long.
Promise your master, never use this sword intent unless absolutely necessary, and never use it in public.
Cheng Hui's expression changed from a smile to a serious one. He didn't want Chi Musheng to have any thoughts about dying young because of Wang Quan's sword intent.
The greatest tragedy is when an elderly person outlives their child.
(Power generation: 400)
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