In the lush and dense forest, Luo Qingjue and Lan Zhi were like frightened birds. Three consecutive days of escape had almost exhausted their physical strength.
Despite this, the pursuers who follow them like shadows never seem to tire, and they keep following their whereabouts like leeches.
The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, dappled onto the exhausted faces of the two people, but it brought no warmth or hope at all.
Luo Qingjue's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his former gentleness was replaced by endless irritability and anxiety.
He suddenly stopped and grabbed Lan Zhi's slender neck, his eyes flashing with unprecedented fierceness: "Lan Zhi, tell me, is all this a play between you and your master? Just to trap me here?"
Lan Zhi was frightened by this sudden change, her face pale with astonishment and confusion in her eyes. She squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "No... I didn't... I didn't do anything!"
There was a slight tremor in her voice, and she was obviously confused by this sudden accusation.
The pursuit over the past few days has exhausted her physically and mentally.
She also wanted to know why these people kept following them.
Luo Qingjue stared into her eyes, trying to find even the slightest hint of a lie, but in the end, he simply loosened his grip, his tone carrying an undeniable warning: "That's better! If I find out you're hiding something, I won't let you off easily!"
Just then, a breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of unusual scent.
Luo Qingjue keenly caught the faintly visible entrance to the secret realm not far away, which seemed to be a refuge given by God.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Lan Zhi's collar and dragged her into the unknown secret realm. Then he quickly closed the entrance and isolated the enemies who were chasing her.
Inside the secret realm, there is tranquility and peace, completely different from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Luo Qingjue and Lan Zhi collapsed on the ground and smiled at each other. Although there was a hint of bitterness in their smiles, they were finally safe for the time being.
On the other side, Song Jiao led a group of people to chase deep into the forest, but saw only empty forest paths and no trace of the two.
She frowned, then a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. With a wave of her hand, a ray of light flashed, and the entrance to the secret realm appeared.
Do you think you can just hide and be done with it? That's impossible!
"Look, that's a secret place! They must have hidden in it." There was a hint of pride in Song Jiao's voice, as if everything was under her control.
Upon hearing this, the subordinates jumped into the secret realm one after another, and Song Jiao was the last one to step in!
She had been pursuing them for several days. How could she let them be at peace? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
After entering the secret realm, she deliberately chose a remote corner as her foothold and began to look around carefully.
Song Jiao had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and she suddenly recalled a key scene in the original plot - it was in this secret realm that Lan Zhi not only obtained a legendary sword, but also unexpectedly obtained the entire inheritance of a reclusive old lady, thereby greatly increasing his strength. However, he remained calm on the surface, and used his weak appearance to deceive the original owner into giving him a large amount of elixirs and precious resources.
Thinking of this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a meaningful smile, and her steps became more determined as she headed straight for the legendary place of inheritance.
At the same time, on the other side, Lan Zhi seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, his eyes were blank, but his steps were extremely firm as he moved forward.
Just as she was about to step onto the edge of an unknown cliff, Luo Qingjue was quick to pull her into his arms and whispered, "There's a tail behind you, hide quickly!"
Before he finished speaking, the two of them had already jumped off the cliff hand in hand. With their amazing tacit understanding and skills, they landed steadily in front of a hidden cave halfway up the mountain and quickly hid inside.
The pursuers rushed to the edge of the cliff, panting, and looked around, but saw only an empty valley, and could not help cursing.
"Damn it! I clearly saw a human figure!" someone complained.
As soon as the words fell, a strange white mist spread out silently, enveloping everyone, and instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only dead silence.
On the other side, Song Jiao had stepped into the inheritance cave. In front of her was an ancient long sword hanging on the stone wall. The sword emitted a faint cold light, but it did not surprise Song Jiao.
"Hmph, I thought it was some rare treasure, but it's nothing more than this." There was a hint of disdain in her words, but she didn't know that this sentence angered the guardian spirit in the cave.
"Who dares to despise my Changqing Sword!" An angry shout rang out, and then an old man dressed in ancient costume and with a stern face - Linglan, holding a long sword, stepped out from the void and headed straight for Song Jiao.
Song Jiao dodged the attack lightly and engaged in a fierce battle with the old man.
During the exchange, she was surprised to find that the sword technique was somehow familiar, as if it were etched deep within her soul. Unconsciously, she also employed the same sword technique, each move more fierce than Linglan's, revealing a power that should not be underestimated.
"Who are you? Why do you know the swordsmanship of my Lingjian Sect?" Linglan's eyes were full of shock and confusion.
Hearing the words "Spirit Sword Sect", Song Jiao's heart was filled with long-lost memories, which seemed to be connected to a fragment of a distant world.
At this moment, the dumpling in his mind reminded him at the right time: "Host, do you remember? That was the third world when you were carrying out the mission. Not only did you join the Spirit Sword Sect, you also became a master and accepted several disciples. This set of sword techniques was created by you yourself!"
After Tuanzi's reminder, Song Jiao suddenly understood and a smug smile appeared on her lips. "Oh, so it's that world..."
She slowly turned her head, her eyes fixed on Linglan, and a barely perceptible smile lingered in her tone, "Shangguan Ling, who are you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the cave seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere instantly became subtle and tense.
A flash of surprise flashed across Linglan's eyes, but was soon replaced by a deeper scrutiny. "Who on earth are you? How dare you know my ancestor's name?"
In her memory, the Lingjian Sect had long since become a thing of the past, and the name of its ancestor, Shangguan Ling, was even less known.
However, Song Jiao appeared unhurried. She gently raised her hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the dust in the air, finally settling on the Shangqing sword tightly grasped by Linglan. "This sword's name isn't Shangqing, but Luosheng. When the sword is drawn, death comes, symbolizing rebirth after death, the endless cycle of reincarnation."
"Luosheng, come here!" Song Jiao's voice was gentle and firm, as if it contained some ancient power.
As she finished her words, the sword that was originally in Linglan's hand suddenly broke free from Linglan's grasp as if pulled by an invisible thread, turned into a stream of light, and flew quickly in front of Song Jiao, spinning lightly around her, as if it was dancing or on a pilgrimage.
"See? This is the true name of this sword, Luosheng."
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