Chapter 67: Even if Guan Haiyi becomes a ghost, he can still be by her side
The sword spirit would rather die than surrender, and was suppressed by the unfamiliar spiritual power and even wanted to self-destruct and sacrifice himself for his master.
Half of the long sword was stuck in the snow, and the trembling of the sword spirit caused the snow-capped mountains for miles around to shake, and there seemed to be a risk of an avalanche.
"It's a really good sword!" Ji Lingche chuckled, gripping the sword with both hands, holding it tightly. "You're quite loyal, huh—"
A sword cannot serve two masters, and no one can have two swords.
Although Ji Lingche's natal sword, Yayu, is now in the Abyss of Eternal Ashes, the sword spirit is still alive, so she cannot form a pact with the Shatuan Sword.
Ji Lingche held the Shatuan Sword tightly in his hand and said to the sword spirit: "I asked you to obey me, not to betray your master. I will not form a pact with you, you just need to lend me a helping hand——"
"Don't you want to avenge your old master?"
When the sword spirit heard this, the surging murderous intent was obviously subsided for a moment. Ji Lingche curled his lips coldly and said only: "The head of the Hua family died because of the demon."
"What a coincidence! I was just about to pack those things."
"If you are willing to obey me from now on, I will lead you to slay all the demons in the Nine Provinces, and you will carry the glory of your former master and become famous throughout the world with me once again—"
"What do you think?"
Her tone was cold and stern. She plunged the sword into the snow half an inch again and said, "Well, have you thought it over?"
"Will you self-destruct your sword spirit and sacrifice yourself for your master, or join me in avenging your former master?"
After an unknown amount of time, the eerie white light on the sword gradually dimmed, and the sword body became transparent and turned into a bright white. Although the murderous aura remained, it was obviously less fierce.
She slowly withdrew one hand and held the sword with one. The Shaturian Sword did not strike back. Instead, a spiritual light burst out from the hilt, flowing upward along her palm and rapidly spreading along her spiritual veins.
Upon seeing this, Ji Lingche channeled his spiritual power downwards along the sword's veins, and the man and the sword instantly formed a pseudo-contract!
She murmured, "As expected of my senior brother, he truly understands human nature and knows the current situation..."
"Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill what I just said."
The sword vibrated loudly, and the sword spirit responded with a long and clear cry like a phoenix.
Then a cold light burst out from the sword, and murderous intent was everywhere. Ji Lingche almost couldn't hold it.
If she held the sword for a little longer, she would feel a burning pain in her palm and become anxious.
Ji Lingche knew that this was a vicious sword with too much murderous aura, and even Hua Liu could not completely suppress it. It was said that Hua Liu's later personality became perverse and eccentric, which was inseparable from this sword.
She thought to herself that even if her natal sword was gone, she would never form a pact with the Killing Sword. Otherwise, she would be affected by the sword spirit's murderous aura and her mind would become unstable sooner or later, bringing disaster upon herself.
Even if I had formed a pseudo-contract with this sword for a short period of time like now, it would still be difficult to escape the influence of the murderous aura.
But the power of this sword is too fierce, making it hard for her to let it go. It would be a pity to let such a divine sword be buried in the dust.
What's more, this is one of her senior brother's most proud...posthumous works.
Ji Lingche calmed his breathing, calmed his mind in an instant, and suppressed the endless murderous intent that was surging in his heart.
As the murderous intent emanating from the sword spirit faded away bit by bit, the light of the sword in her hand also gradually dimmed.
The false contract was formed, and the sword was completely suppressed by her.
Ji Lingche stood up, pulled out the half-human-length sword from the snow, held it across his chest and examined it carefully. He saw that the sword was indeed extremely beautiful. Even though it was filled with murderous intent and fierceness, it was not rough and heavy. The sword body was slender, and it actually had a fairy-like aura with a hint of murderous intent hidden in it.
When Ji Lingche was young, he witnessed with his own eyes the stunning sword swung by the head of the Hua family. In his hand, the sword intent was stimulated to the extreme and disappeared in an instant, turning into murderous aura that spread in all directions, leaving no grass growing wherever it passed.
From that time on, she had been eyeing this sword, and had been fascinated by it for many years, but she could never get what she wanted.
With Hua Liu's death, the sword became a regret. She had long given up hope of getting it, but now, by some strange coincidence, the sword was in her hands.
Ji Lingche held the sword with both hands, and felt a huge spiritual pressure bursting out from his palms. The sword body was bright and burning with murderous intent.
She suddenly felt her spiritual power urging on her, and she just wanted to swing her sword wildly, but looking at the vast snowy area, she still paused.
If this sword is swung out, it will definitely cause an earthquake. Not to mention whether it will destroy Kunlun, the Immortal Alliance will definitely know about it.
Now Qu Wu Ji was seriously injured and needed some time to recuperate. Her identity had also been exposed. If she caused trouble because of this, it would be more trouble than it would take.
She lowered her eyes with a look of regret, and thought to herself, swing the sword, there will be plenty of time later.
The sword spirit seemed to sense her thoughts, and vibrated with dissatisfaction in her palm. This kind of vicious sword never knew the taste of patience. It was about to pass over the sword master and let the murderous intent burst out, but was suppressed by Ji Lingche.
Sha Tuan knew the temper of his new master. After fighting with her for a long time, he was defeated and the white light burning on the sword dimmed.
Ji Lingche waved her hand, and the sword turned into a wisp of green smoke and was put into her sleeve.
She happened to catch a glimpse of Hua Wanwan's body out of the corner of her eye. She had lost her spine and was lying on the ground, curled up in a small ball. She was almost a soft puddle and looked very pitiful.
Ji Lingche watched quietly, frowning slowly, thinking to himself, it turns out her spine had long been replaced by the Killing Turbulence Sword...
Ji Lingche seemed to understand something, and his heart sank.
It turns out that the reason Hua Wanwan became a fool was not because she was injured by a demon, but because she had a vicious sword in her body?!
Back then, after Hua Liu died, someone, in order to hide the magic sword, first pulled out the child's spine while she was still alive, and then buried the sword in her back. Because she was connected to Hua Liu by blood, the magic sword was sealed and dormant.
But the moment the sword was inserted, Hua Wanwan was instantly corroded by the murderous aura, her brain was damaged, and she became a fool despised by everyone.
...Hua Wanwan has been living in a daze and being insulted over the years, but in fact, she is not living for herself at all.
She is just the living scabbard of this sword.
Then what were all the humiliation and stupidity she had endured for so many years?
The meaning of life is just to hold this sword?!
Ji Lingche didn't know who did this, nor did he know why that person did it.
Even though Hidden Sword's tactics were brilliant, using an orphan child as a target was too despicable...
Ji Lingche raised his hand and pointed at the body lying on the ground.
She closed her eyes and cast a fire spell. After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes. There was nothing on the ground. Everything about Hua Wanwan had been burned to ashes. The ashes floating in the air were collected into her sleeves.
She thought to herself that killing Tuan Jian was no simple matter. When Qu Wu Ji woke up, she would definitely go to the Hua family's old mansion to take a look and bury Hua Wan Wan's ashes properly...
Ji Lingche stood there quietly, lost in thought for a long time. The sky gradually darkened, and the night gradually fell. The wind and snow suddenly became stronger, the sound of the wind pierced her ears, and large snowflakes hit her face.
There is a faint blush on the horizon, hidden behind the thick black clouds, like the last glow of the setting sun.
She silently looked at the dimming Kunlun Snow Region and closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, they were bright and the lonely look was gone.
She raised her head slightly and looked at the dark sky, as if she was gazing at the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, and at the way of heaven. After a long time, she slowly curled up the corners of her mouth.
Ji Lingche no longer hesitated, turned around and gently hugged Qu Wuji, brushed the snow off his face, held his cold hand, and said softly: "Shang Zheng, let's go."
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Qu Wu Ji fell into endless darkness and wandered for a long, long time, so long that his consciousness was about to disappear.
But he was unwilling to give up.
He was unwilling to die like this, because he still had a lot of things to do, because there were still people waiting for him -
Maybe...someone is waiting for him.
No matter what, Qu Wu Ji was unwilling to die like this.
He still wants to keep pestering someone.
If I really became a ghost, wouldn't there be anything I could do...
He just kept wandering in the darkness, as if he was trapped in a circle, going round in circles no matter how he walked.
He became inexplicably frightened. He was afraid that once he died, someone would forget him. He even began to hope that she would always hate him because of his death.
He couldn't calm down and couldn't help getting irritated, feeling like he was going crazy.
He thought about demons, the people in the Immortal Alliance, and all the troubles, trying to dilute the obsessive thoughts in his heart.
But it's of no use.
After an unknown amount of time, he could only feel his soul disintegrating bit by bit. He finally stopped wandering, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come...
At this moment, he suddenly saw the light.
There are ghosts in the world, he thought to himself, so what if I become a ghost?
Even if I become a ghost, I can still be by her side——
Suddenly, he heard a sound.
He only felt as if a warm breeze was blowing gently towards him, carrying with it a fresh and salty scent.
Humid and warm.
Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of waves hitting the shore...
He actually opened his eyes slowly.
All I saw was a vast expanse of fog, the azure waters where the sea and the sky met, and countless seagulls circling in the sky, flying through the fog.
The spring sea breeze is moist and warm, and seems to be covered with a layer of mist. It is not very light, but blows heavily, making people drowsy, yet indescribably comfortable.
He found himself leaning against a large reef, with a steep cliff in front of him and the turbulent deep blue sea below the cliff.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew away the hazy fog, and I saw a man standing on the edge of the cliff in front, with his hands behind his back, looking at the sea.
The person was dressed in black, with a thin and slender figure, tall and slender. The wind lifted her clothes slightly, and in a trance, she looked like a phantom.
Qu Wu Ji was stunned for a moment, he thought this was his last wish before death.
After a long while, he gently probed for his spiritual vein, but could clearly feel his pulse——
His heart suddenly began to beat violently, his eyes moved slightly, and he instantly guessed what had happened here.
He stared at her back quietly, feeling as if time had gone backwards and the world had stopped...
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then frowned and let out a cry of pain. The man in front of him immediately turned around and ran towards him.
"Are you awake?" The man put his arm around his shoulders and was about to hug him.
Qu Wuji gently pushed her away and tilted his head slightly in a puzzled manner: "Who... are you?"
"sorry."
He held his head and whispered, "I can't remember anything. I even forgot who I am."
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The author has something to say: The new volume is called Guanhai
There are poems left on the east side of Jieshi, and the bleak autumn wind is blowing again...
I really like this vast mood.
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