Chapter 94
Ning...Mingyue?
strangeness.
Sheng Ningyu wondered why she felt so familiar when she heard this name.
"Of course I'm familiar with it!"
Sheng Ningyu then realized that she had unknowingly asked the question.
Is she really such an easy person to get close to?
That's really... so strange.
Sheng Ningyu felt a mix of emotions, her mind a jumble of thoughts. She simply went along with her disciple's words, forcing a smile and nodding repeatedly, "Yes! Senior brother is absolutely right."
Sheng Ningyu paused, then sighed, deliberately lowering her voice and saying somewhat timidly, "I come from the mortal world and am new here. I'm not very familiar with the Sword Pavilion yet. I took a nap earlier and woke up feeling groggy. Thanks to my senior brother's reminder, please forgive my rambling just now."
Seeing that Sheng Ningyu's timid expression seemed genuine, the outer disciple beside him calmed down and said with a gentler expression, "Alright, I'm not blaming you, but you'd better remember this in the Sword Pavilion."
"Senior Sister Ning is a once-in-a-century sword genius, and the future hope of our Sword Pavilion. If nothing unexpected happens, she will be the next Sword Master!"
The memories in my mind gradually became clearer as the disciple spoke.
Ning Jiao, the pride of the Sword Pavilion, is hailed by all as a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius. Because her Xuan Du Sword is as swift as a startled swan, and her sword dance is as graceful as a moon's shadow, she is also known as "Ning Mingyue" (Ning Bright Moon).
Not only that, she is also very humble.
Whether dealing with renowned elders in the cultivation world or unknown outer disciples in a sect, he was extremely friendly and never arrogant. He was also very disciplined and never made a single mistake.
Everyone who has met Ning Jiao praises him highly.
Sheng Ningyu rubbed her temples.
This person is absolutely perfect.
But……
The sword-training ground was already in front of them, and cheers seemed to be coming from there, causing the disciples beside them to turn around repeatedly. They were about to take a step away, but then they stepped back, their expressions extremely solemn.
The heavy tone and volume of the voice made Sheng Ningyu's ears hurt.
But she knew the disciple meant well, so she quickly composed herself and said, "I'll remember that, thank you, senior brother."
The disciple snorted again and pointed towards the sword training ground: "Senior Sister Ning goes back to the sword training ground to guide the disciples in their sword practice whenever she has time. If you are interested in improving yourself, you can go there too. Even a single word of guidance from Senior Sister Ning would be extremely useful."
This time, before Sheng Ningyu could answer, the disciple had already left on his own, leaving Sheng Ningyu alone in the same spot.
The praises for "Senior Sister Ning Mingyue" echoed in my ears, and the memories in my mind were absolutely genuine.
What exactly is wrong?
Sheng Ningyu channeled her spiritual power and followed the disciple's retreating figure.
"Wait for me, senior brother!"
That's strange. Why does she always feel like she shouldn't be doing this?
Sheng Ningyu supported herself on her knees, panting heavily.
When she arrived, a number of disciples had already gathered around the sword-training arena. Even though the crowd was dense, everyone's eyes were fixed on the woman in the arena.
The ever-present sunlight of Jian Ge gilded the figure holding the sword in the center of the arena.
She wore a blue and white Sword Pavilion disciple's uniform and a butterfly-shaped gold crown. However, her black hair was not all tied up, but rather left loose behind her head, and it was adorned with many pearl hairpins and ornaments, which made a soft rustling sound with her movements.
The jingling and clanging added a touch of incongruous opulence.
Beneath the elaborate attire, there was no hint of a smile in her eyes, only an indifference and aloofness that kept people at arm's length.
Sheng Ningyu slowed her pace, wondering to herself, "Can this kind of person really be called 'humble'?"
Wouldn't one's own personality be that of a saint descended to earth?
Thinking about it this way, Sheng Ningyu unconsciously raised the corners of her lips.
Ha, the sage Sheng Ningyu.
I don't know why, but I always feel that if someone associates themselves with the word "saint," someone will be so angry they'll die.
Just as Sheng Ningyu began to drift off into her own thoughts again, the disciples beside her, who had been quiet, suddenly stirred, with whispers and exclamations rising and falling from the crowd.
"Senior Sister Ning Mingyue has drawn her sword!"
"It's the Xuandu Sword... It's so beautiful! No wonder it's Senior Sister Mingyue's sword!"
Sheng Ningyu mingled in the crowd. Looking up, she saw a person in the arena performing a beautiful sword flourish, their clothes fluttering in the wind. Coupled with that aloof and cold expression, they seemed like a goddess descending to earth.
Ning Jiao's swordsmanship is unique. Every move she makes is so elegant that it doesn't seem like sword practice, but rather like a carefully choreographed dance, which is particularly moving.
Sheng Ningyu was mesmerized and completely absorbed in the sight.
Until low murmurs of admiration rose from the surroundings.
"Did you see that? Senior Sister Mingyue's 'Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon' is becoming more and more exquisite!"
"I was delighted with this move when I first saw it! It's just a pity that I'm not skilled enough, and I haven't been able to get the form right even after practicing for three months. But Senior Sister can do it so effortlessly. You're amazing!"
"I heard that Senior Sister's move can even withstand a powerful attack from a cultivator at the Heavenly Power Realm!"
No……
No, this trick won't work.
Something seemed to explode in her mind, and Sheng Ningyu suddenly came back to her senses, looking around in confusion.
The initial stance of that sword move...
Although it was extremely beautiful, Sheng Ningyu always felt that there should be a better way to wield the sword.
She instinctively reached for her waist, but it was empty; there wasn't even a wooden sword there.
"Well? Stunned, aren't you?" The disciple beside him was the same senior brother from before, and he said smugly, "I told you, Senior Sister Mingyue is a genius that our Sword Pavilion has only seen once in a hundred years!"
Sheng Ningyu pursed her lips, hesitatingly saying, "Hmm...yes, this move isn't bad, is it?"
"What do you mean by 'It's not bad,' right? What do you mean by that?!"
The uncertainty in Sheng Ningyu's words was so obvious that it caused another disciple who overheard the conversation to exclaim in surprise. He turned around angrily to look at Sheng Ningyu, giving her a disdainful once-over, and then sneered.
"What do you think you are? Do you think some Tom, Dick, or Dog dares to presume to comment on Senior Sister Mingyue's sword?"
The outer disciple standing beside Sheng Ningyu quickly said, "Senior Sister, please don't be offended! She just joined the Sword Pavilion, and she's not very bright yet. She doesn't know how to speak properly, so there's no need to waste your breath on her..."
The two of them pushed their way forward, leaving Sheng Ningyu standing there bewildered.
The sunlight was intense, but instead of warming me, it felt rather cold.
Sheng Ningyu shivered. She looked up, her gaze sweeping over Ning Jiao's cold expression and then over the fervor on everyone's faces, making her feel increasingly lost.
Could it be that she was wrong?
Was that move just now the perfect solution, a move that had reached a state of perfection?
Sheng Ningyu couldn't figure it out, but she quickly came up with a solution.
She remembered that Senior Sister Ning Jiao would give guidance to outer disciples, and since she had some doubts, she could go up and ask her for advice.
However, before Sheng Ningyu could even squeeze to the front, a cold laugh rang out from the audience.
"You want me to give you pointers? You're not... worthy."
Sheng Ningyu paused, and the originally noisy scene in the sword training ground fell silent.
The disciples who had been vying to step forward all stopped what they were doing and stared blankly up at the ground.
Ning Jiao glanced around, her gaze lingering on a certain spot before subtly lifting it again, her tone arrogant.
“You people don’t have much talent for swordsmanship, yet you especially like to show off. Instead of coming to me for advice, you should practice for a while before coming to talk to me about swordsmanship.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in the room transformed into a streak of light and gracefully disappeared.
She left so easily, but her casual words just now shattered the hearts of countless disciples who yearned for the sword.
This...this isn't right, is it?
Sheng Ningyu's sense of unease grew stronger.
She looked around and, sure enough, saw the senior brother who had reminded her earlier dejectedly fiddling with his sword.
He was the one who had just asked Ning Jiao a question and then been ridiculed.
As the surrounding disciples dispersed, Sheng Ningyu stepped forward, patted his shoulder from behind, peeked out, and whispered, "Senior brother, are you still practicing your sword?"
The disciple was startled, but when he turned around and saw it was her, his wide eyes relaxed.
"What's the point of practicing?" he muttered. "Senior Sister Mingyue herself said that I don't have any talent for swordsmanship."
Does her saying it's gone mean it's gone?
The moment this thought popped into her head, Sheng Ningyu was startled by herself.
Both the memories in her mind and the reactions of the people around her told her that Senior Sister Ning Jiao held an extremely high position in the Sword Pavilion, and her disciples followed her almost fanatically.
She was also in the Sword Pavilion, but only a lowly outer disciple. Where did she get the audacity to doubt the renowned "Mysterious Sword" Ning Mingyue?
But……
Sheng Ningyu blinked: "It wasn't me who said it, it was my senior brother who just said it."
The disciple looked up in confusion and pointed to himself.
"I?"
When he looked up, sure enough, Sheng Ningyu noticed tear stains next to his red eyes.
Sheng Ningyu pretended not to see: "Yes, Senior Brother just said that Senior Sister Ning has a very good temper and is the best at instructing disciples."
"So I think that what Senior Sister Ning said just now was not to belittle Senior Brother, but to remind Senior Brother and temper his character."
Seeing the person opposite her stunned, Sheng Ningyu made up a story without blinking: "Senior Sister Ning deliberately spoke coldly, but she also pointed out Senior Brother's problems with swordsmanship. If Senior Brother practices diligently and can show Senior Sister Ning your progress next time, Senior Sister Ning will naturally be pleased. But if Senior Brother can't even get past this hurdle and is just wallowing in self-pity, then why should Senior Sister Ning give you any more pointers?"
The disciple's expression gradually shifted from confusion to sudden realization.
He clapped his hands excitedly and said, "So that's how it is! Senior Sister Mingyue really went to great lengths!"
Seeing how easily she had fooled him, Sheng Ningyu couldn't help but chuckle. Her gaze lingered on the disciple's waist for a moment before she pressed, "May I ask how I should address you, senior brother?"
The disciple scratched his head: "My name is Jin Xianyao, you can just call me Senior Brother Jin."
Sheng Ningyu nodded: "My name is Sheng Ningyu, Senior Brother Jin, you may call me whatever you like."
Jin Xianyao was taken aback, called out "Junior Sister Sheng", and then began to ponder.
Why does this name sound so familiar?
Sheng Ningyu was unaware of all this. Taking advantage of the closer relationship between the two, she immediately lowered her eyes and pretended to be embarrassed, saying, "Just now I saw Senior Sister Ning practicing her sword dance. Every move was like that of a celestial being. I also gained some insights, but... but I seem to have forgotten my sword at my residence. I wonder if Senior Brother Jin could lend me his sword for a moment?"
Jin Xianyao, as expected, had no suspicions and readily unfastened his sword: "It's just an ordinary iron sword. I'm glad Junior Sister Sheng doesn't mind."
Sheng Ningyu took the sword and immediately unleashed her power, wanting to recreate Ning Jiao's move "Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon" to verify her thoughts.
A piercing pain suddenly exploded from my wrist bone!
The pain was extremely sharp; it wasn't the soreness from muscle strain, but rather as if countless red-hot needles were traveling up her spiritual bones, instantly piercing the faint spiritual energy she was trying to gather.
In an instant, Sheng Ningyu's right arm trembled uncontrollably, and the iron sword slipped from her hand with a muffled clang as the tip of the sword slammed heavily onto the bluestone ground.
The disciples who had not yet dispersed gathered together, and a few mocking laughs could be heard.
"Hmph, you dared to speak so arrogantly to Senior Sister Mingyue just now with this kind of attitude?"
"What?! She's just an outer disciple, how dare she do this?!"
"That's right! If you ask me, if you can't even lift a sword, what kind of sword pavilion are you going to join?"
Even Jin Xianyao couldn't bear to hear such harsh words.
He looked at Sheng Ningyu with concern, but saw that she did not show any grievance on her face. She simply picked up the sword calmly and handed it back to him.
Sheng Ningyu asked, "Senior Brother Jin, do you still remember how to get to the Medicine Valley in the Sword Pavilion?"
Jin Xianyao hesitated for a moment, glanced at Sheng Ningyu's hand, then looked at her empty waist and the scars covering her wrist, and involuntarily hissed.
For a moment, he forgot to take the sword, and instead stammered, "Junior Sister Sheng, your...your problem probably won't be solved even if you go to the Medical Valley."
Sheng Ningyu's heart skipped a beat, her hands clenched involuntarily, and she instinctively reached out to swing her sword again.
Sure enough, the excruciating pain struck again, the pain in my internal organs went directly to my heart, and it was far worse than before!
Sheng Ningyu's forehead suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, her face turned almost transparently white, and she swayed as if she was about to faint.
"Junior sister is using a sword again."
As the sigh-like words fell, a pair of hands steadily caught Sheng Ningyu from behind, the flowing sleeves passing by like drifting clouds.
The wind blows, pear blossoms fall, and immortals ride the wind to arrive.
"Ah, it's Immortal Master Rong Que!"
Unexpectedly, the disciples around him were surprised to see two inner disciples in one day. They then bowed in unison and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Rong!"
Rong Que smiled gently and nodded slightly in response: "There's no need for that, everyone. It's inconvenient right now, so I won't return the courtesy."
He lowered his gaze to the sword still tightly gripped by the person in his arms, met her wary eyes, and sighed softly again.
Sheng Ningyu felt a warm touch on the back of her hand as slender fingers deftly pulled her hand away from the sword hilt.
Thank you.
Rong Que raised his head, his gaze fixed on Jin Xianyao. He maintained his gentle and refined demeanor and said softly, "It's just that my junior sister is unwell, so please don't give her a sword anymore in the future."
Jin Xianyao hurriedly took it and repeatedly agreed, not daring to raise his head, and slipped away like the wind.
Sheng Ningyu was just beginning to recover her senses.
She sorted through her memories, her movements slow as she struggled to break free, her tone uncertain as she asked, "Second Senior Brother?"
Rong Que released her hand only after she was able to stand steadily: "Why is that tone? You've been making a fuss for days about living alone down the mountain, and you even changed into outer disciple robes... Now, do you not even want to acknowledge me as your senior brother anymore?"
As soon as he spoke, Rong Que paused, raised his hand to stroke the hilt of the sword at his waist, and remained silent.
Sheng Ningyu sensed a long-lost familiarity from the words of the person in front of her, yet this was completely different from the gentle but distant second senior brother Rong Que in her memory.
The two stood in silence.
The chirping of insects arose, and dappled shadows fell between the two people.
Rong Que recovered his senses, chuckled, but his expression became much more distant.
“Junior Sister was taken in by Master on an exceptional basis. She has never even been to the Three Thousand Pure Heart Steps. If she wants to learn swordsmanship, it’s too early.”
Sheng Ningyu looked at him and spoke with unusual decisiveness: "Second Senior Brother, there's no need for such euphemisms. Instead of deceiving me, just tell me directly whether learning swordsmanship is 'too early' or 'impossible'?"
Rong Que frowned almost imperceptibly, then looked up at her again.
"Junior Sister, your spiritual bones are damaged, and you are also suffering from a strange poison. You absolutely cannot learn swordsmanship. Have you forgotten?"
He could not learn swordsmanship.
I can't get used to it...
The sunlight was so intense that it was blinding. The reflections of the surrounding trees, in a daze, resembled grotesque ghosts.
Sheng Ningyu raised her hand to cover her eyes and said in a muffled voice, "...Oh, I remember now, thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother."
Upon hearing this, Rong Que slowly lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow under his eyes, perfectly concealing all his true emotions, leaving only a sorrowful and compassionate expression.
Just then, the clouds drifted by, and the sunlight spread out from behind Rong Que, stretching the two figures infinitely, making them appear to merge together from a distance.
"Let's go, Junior Sister," Rong Que said gently. "Don't throw a tantrum."
“Come back with me and apologize to your master. He will forgive you.”
...
Outside the Yin-Yang Blood Array, in the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City
Feng Xiaosheng strode into the hall with a swift, powerful movement, bringing with her a chilling aura. Her low voice held barely suppressed rage:
"Since last night, dozens more cultivators and city dwellers have gone missing!"
The person in front of her still had his back to her, dressed in white, standing still like ice and snow in the mountains. A cold glint flashed in Feng Xiaosheng's eyes.
She suddenly raised her palm, and a fiery red spiritual energy as intense as molten lava shot through the air, striking the man's vital point in the back of his heart!
A sharp gust of spiritual energy swept through the hall, filling it with the oppressive aura of the Phoenix Clan's young lord. The crowd outside, who had intended to step forward, were so frightened that their legs went weak and they dared not approach.
However, the man in white merely turned slightly to the side.
He didn't even turn around, but casually raised his right hand and lightly touched the air with his slender fingertips.
The fierce and raging fiery red spiritual energy vanished silently like a bubble just before it touched his fingertips, turning into a few wisps of light and leaving no trace.
Feng Xiaosheng was not surprised. In fact, if Xie Qianjing were to be easily injured by her spiritual power, that would be the most ridiculous thing in the world.
However, it was resolved so easily...
It seems that this Demon Lord's strength is far greater than she thought.
It's just strange that someone like that was so easily captured by the Chu family back then, and ended up with such a tragic end.
A fleeting doubt crossed his mind, but Feng Xiaosheng's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly, "Demon Lord, it seems you are hiding something."
Upon hearing this, the person who had been facing the Yin-Yang Blood Array finally turned around.
Xie Qianjing had lost the gentle smile she used to give Sheng Ningyu, and even the tolerant expression she always wore had completely vanished.
All that remained was a bottomless silence.
"Yin-Yang Blood Array," Xie Qianjing began, his voice perfectly steady without the slightest fluctuation, "as the name suggests, it can reverse Yin and Yang, and confuse reality and illusion."
"If this formation is not broken from the inside in time, as time goes by, more and more people will be drawn in, and those inside will believe all the illusions to be real. Ning Jiao used the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City as the setting, so the limit of this formation is the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City. Once it has devoured everyone in the city, the Yin-Yang Blood Formation will be complete and completely sealed. Those inside the formation will become puppets of the formation's masters, and their every word and action will be controlled by the formation's master."
Feng Xiaosheng: "Those memories... only remain within the formation?"
Xie Qianjing paused, then finally turned his gaze back, his abyss-like eyes staring directly at Feng Xiaosheng: "No. In the long run, even if one is lucky enough to break out of the formation, the experiences one has had in the formation over the years will become like a bone-deep ailment, turning into endless inner demons that will entangle one's entire life path until... one dies and one's cultivation dissipates."
Just as she guessed.
Such a poisonous array, once entered, will make one a puppet of the array master, with every word and action controlled by her.
Just imagining it is terrifying.
Feng Xiaosheng slowly closed his eyes and said, "I know that the Demon Lord did not speak out earlier because he was afraid of internal strife in the city. But now, if things continue like this, I'm afraid we can't keep it a secret for much longer."
Now, Feng Xiaosheng can rely on the prestige of the young lord of the Phoenix Clan to suppress the major sects in the city, preventing them from making any rash moves.
Meanwhile, Feng Qingli was willing to lend a helping hand, and for a time, the situation was relatively stable.
Feng Xiaosheng: "May I ask where the Demon Lord learned about the Yin-Yang Blood Array?"
Xie Qianjing: "The Chu Clan of Donghai".
Feng Xiaosheng's heart sank.
The Yin-Yang Blood Array is not common, but since the Chu family has records of it, these scheming old fogies will surely figure it out; it's just a matter of time.
At that time, these people will surely use slogans such as "the blood array must not be allowed to spread" to break through from the outside, even at the cost of sacrificing everyone inside the array.
However, if this were to happen, it would certainly create discord among the major sects and aristocratic families. For the cultivation world, where puppet barriers are frequently emerging and demonic seeds have not yet been eradicated, this would certainly not be a good thing.
This scheme is truly vicious.
Ning Jiao had quietly set up such a shocking scheme; I had truly underestimated her in the past.
Feng Xiaosheng took a deep breath and kept telling herself to stay calm.
Does she know?
Xie Qianjing paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and something faded from his deep eyes: "She was intelligent from a young age, and her talent was several times higher than that of ordinary people. At Qingyi Academy, she almost read through all the books on talismans in the library."
At this point, Xie Qianjing lowered his eyes, his tone softening slightly. He spoke softly and slowly: "Later, in order to improve that 'Flying Snow Melting Talisman,' she delved into many unorthodox formations. As for the key to this Yin-Yang Blood Formation, even if she didn't realize it at first, she should have known it eventually."
The five words "Flying Snow Melting Talisman" fell like a small pebble thrown into a silent, deep pool.
Recalling the days at Qingyi Academy, Feng Xiaosheng's tense expression relaxed, and the tense atmosphere between the two eased considerably.
But then Feng Xiaosheng thought about it again and felt a little uneasy.
How do you know this?
Xie Qianjing glanced up at the young lord of the Phoenix Clan in front of him and said indifferently, "She often mentions those days, and she often mentions you too."
Feng Xiaosheng's lips unconsciously curled upwards, but he immediately tightened his grip again.
"I think that's why she finally went into battle."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.
Feng Xiaosheng recalled that when she entered the hall earlier, she saw a plaque outside that looked about to collapse, with the two characters "Xuan Du" written on it in a flamboyant style.
The once vibrant flowers and melodious music have faded away, leaving only a desolate and dilapidated landscape.
It's absurd that an event ostensibly meant to showcase "love" has degenerated into this mess.
It can be said that City Lord Qi Baiya brought this upon himself.
Xie Qianjing said calmly, "I have heard that in the mortal world, the word 'Xuandu' also means 'bright moon'."
Feng Xiaosheng suddenly stopped talking.
The sunlight in the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City was still dazzling, with large swaths of sunlight pouring into the Xuandu Hall from outside, as if trying to melt everything away.
Feng Xiaosheng suddenly sounded somewhat absurd.
She propped her head up: "Sheng Mingyue is an idiot."
Only a fool would make such a truly outrageous choice.
She actually felt that Ning Jiao could still be saved.
She actually wanted to save Ning Jiao.
Feng Xiaosheng looked at the sunlight outside for a while, then, remembering something, turned to Xie Qianjing and asked, "I have heard a rumor that Ning Jiao is the bloodline of Ning Guihai, the former master of the Sword Pavilion. May I ask, Lord Demon Lord, is this rumor true?"
Xie Qianjing remained silent, but turned around, her snow-white robes swirling on the ground like blooming Bodhi lotus flowers.
He bent down and touched the Yin-Yang Blood Array, which resembled a pool of blood: "The master of this array was a bit impatient; the ending wasn't perfect."
Feng Xiaosheng raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by that?"
"According to records, the Yin-Yang Blood Array cannot be entered from the outside; it can only absorb people from outside the array according to the array master's will. But now, this place has been left behind."
What's the point then?
Once you enter the formation, you will become a puppet controlled by the formation's master, which is no different from sending yourself to your death.
Feng Xiaosheng frowned: "You mean, Ning Jiao discovered Sheng Mingyue's identity and that's why he immediately wrapped things up? But that doesn't make sense."
She had just met Feng Qingli and learned about Sheng Mingyue's disguise this time.
It was so perfect that even she would have been fooled. How did Ning Jiao recognize it?
Just as Feng Xiaosheng was frowning, he saw Xie Qianjing's lips curl into a smile.
He softened his features, and in an instant, he seemed to have transformed back into the gentle and harmless little immortal lord he was in front of Sheng Ningyu.
However, in Feng Xiaosheng's eyes, all of this did not feel gentle and approachable, but rather terrifying.
Feng Xiaosheng suddenly took a few steps forward, then stopped, staring intently at Xie Qianjing, and asked warily, "What are you going to do?"
Xie Qianjing smiled and said calmly, "Sorry, I was a little impatient."
He said "sorry," but Feng Xiaosheng didn't sense any remorse in his words. Instead, he heard a suppressed pleasure that was chilling.
Feng Xiaosheng suddenly realized something and stepped forward instantly: "Xie Qianjing!"
However, the other side was one step ahead of her.
Before Feng Xiaosheng could finish speaking, the figure in front of him fell like a snowflake, collapsing without hesitation into the churning blood mist formation!
"I'll leave the matters outside to you, young master."
Feng Xiaosheng's pupils shrank sharply as he watched helplessly as the white hem of the garment was instantly swallowed up by the scarlet array.
……madman!
He's an absolute madman!
The hall was deathly silent, with only the blood mist rising continuously from the blood array.
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The author says: Mingyue is actually a very stubborn person, and her past loves and hates were very intense.
Xiao Xie: Hmm. (Leaps into the blood mist without hesitation.jpg)
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