Chapter 282
Sword Sect, Unfallen Peak.
The first strike of the Falling Dust Sword Technique pierced through the flowing clouds in the sky, the wind whistling through the air.
The second sword strike, blotting out the sky and sun!
At the summit of the mountain, a massive sword shadow descended from the sky, seemingly about to cleave the entire Unfallen Peak in two.
A flying sword came flying, and the second sword was easily blocked.
Seeing her second sword strike interrupted, the junior disciple of the Sword Sect, Lili, turned around and looked at the person who had come, her voice somewhat helpless: "Senior Sister Yue Qing!"
"How dare you interrupt my second sword strike!"
"I really had a hard time using this." Lili still looked like a child, but she was the most talented disciple under Elder Liu of the Sword Sect.
"Your sword is unstable. Forcing a second strike will only hurt yourself." Yue Qing retrieved her flying sword and looked at the disciples practicing the Falling Dust Sword Technique on Unfallen Peak, noting that there were still more than usual.
It seems that the Falling Dust Sword Technique used in the sect competition back then still remains in the hearts of many Sword Sect disciples.
Yue Qing suddenly heard a loud bang in surprise:
"Senior Sister, isn't that a team from the human realm?"
He pointed lightly in the direction of the group of human disciples led by the Tianyin Sect disciple.
"It seems so." Yue Qing also took a few more glances.
"It's really strange. Why would the Immortal Realm activate a teleportation array to select disciples with spiritual roots from the mortal realm?" Lili voiced her thoughts. "Compared to us, even if mortals have spiritual roots..."
"The paths of cultivation are still vastly different."
Yue Qing overheard her master say a few words, "I heard that in the last few hundred years, no one in the human realm has ascended to immortality."
"Several elders in the celestial realm have their hearts set on the mortal realm, and they want to use this opportunity to teach cultivation techniques to their mortal disciples and temper their souls."
"This can be considered as a way to protect the human world."
If someone truly gains something in the immortal realm and returns to the mortal world, it might make the path of cultivation for ordinary people smoother.
Yue Qing was still thinking when Lili's voice rang out again:
"Senior Sister, do you really think those elders are kind-hearted?" The young Lili sneered, "If they were just trying to gain fame and reputation, I would believe it."
"Protecting the human world, at least they can come up with something."
Upon hearing his words, Yue Qing was reminded of the incident at Kunxian Cliff years ago.
It was clearly those elders who listened to slander and pinned all the blame on Senior Sister Feng; they even sneaked into the barrier of the Immortal-Trapping Cliff...
Now...
They all claimed that they were seriously injured back then in order to subdue a demon that could wreak havoc on the six realms.
The immortal who left the Sword Sect was said to be traveling through the Six Realms in search of the escaped demon.
Yue Qing sometimes felt that some people in the Immortal Realm were no different from Dan Yao.
For their own sake, they can put on a hypocritical mask of righteousness.
Her nose felt a little sore, and she said to Lili:
"Practice diligently here, and don't say these things in front of other elders' disciples." Yue Qing got up and left, with Li Li's shouts still echoing behind her.
"Senior sister, where are you going?"
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Trapped Immortal Cliff.
The hurricane within the mountain crevice carried ferocious wind blades, capable of freezing all spiritual energy in an instant. The lingering killing intent from the battlefield still possessed a powerful residual force.
Yue Qing arrived at Kunxian Cliff, but unexpectedly saw Jiang Jiuruo there.
Her thin figure, though her long hair no longer obscured her face as it once did, still exuded a sense of loneliness.
"The disciples of the Spirit Cave are treating our Sword Sect's Immortal-Trapping Cliff as their backyard." Although Yue Qing's words were fierce, she meant no harm.
Over the past few hundred years, she has seen Jiang Jiuruo more than once at Kunxian Cliff.
"Yue Qing," Jiang Jiuruo greeted her coldly.
Yue Qing snorted and saw the ancient vine demon beside him carefully catalyzing the flower buds on its body to bloom, and then gently placing them on the Immortal Trapping Cliff.
The small white flower was swept up by the wind blades trapped on the Immortal Cliff and disappeared into the depths.
Yue Qing's nose stung even more:
"You still have a conscience?"
Jiang Jiuruo remained silent as the two stood at the edge of the cliff.
They simply watched as one small flower after another was swept into the Immortal-Trapping Cliff until it disappeared from sight.
This is their tacit understanding.
Yes, they were both longing for the same person.
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The Sword Sect provided a library for its human disciples, designated cultivation areas, and assigned dedicated immortal sect disciples to teach them and answer their questions.
Human disciples can choose cultivation courses according to their own circumstances.
The disciples were always busy with their daily schedules, which made Yingning and the other two seem rather lazy.
Ji Liang spends his days running around, researching whether there are any hidden places in the immortal realm or any strange spirit pets, and it's unclear what he's trying to do.
Si Baixue clung to Yingning all day long, complaining that she seemed to have lost a few strands of hair one day, and that she was having trouble adjusting to the new environment the next, and that she couldn't sleep well at night.
I almost stepped into Yingning's bedchamber.
"You said you can't sleep well?" Ying Ning looked at Si Baixue sitting to the side, her porcelain-white fingers holding a piece of demon bone comb, gently stroking his long hair.
The Qinglang Hall of the Sword Sect is sparsely populated.
It's a good place to sleep.
Si Baixue propped up his chin, his dark hair slipping down with his robes, his delicate, slender eyebrows and eyes seeming to hold only one person:
"I really can't sleep well."
“I’m afraid he won’t sleep soundly without his master by his side.” He winked at Ying Ning. Even though her demonic appearance was partially concealed, she still possessed a captivating charm.
The sickly but handsome young man was quite well controlled by him.
Si Baixue took Ying Ning's hand and placed his somewhat rough hand on his forehead.
"Sir, please stop reading."
"I've had a terrible headache these past few days." The sickly beauty's coquettish and infatuated manner was even more irresistible.
Yingning gently pressed the acupoint on his forehead, eliciting a groan from him. Taking advantage of this moment, Si Baixue half-lay in her arms, exposing all his vital points to her.
Her warmth was transmitted from her fingertips.
"A-Ning," Si Baixue suddenly called her name.
"how?"
"It's a strange feeling," he said inexplicably.
"Demons have long lifespans, but I feel that my past years were just a blink of an eye."
“Now, things have slowed down.” Si Baixue reached out and pressed Ying Ning’s hand tightly.
"Shall we go to the demon realm?"
His sudden outburst was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Ever since he stepped into the Immortal Realm, Si Baixue had a strange feeling. At first, he didn't understand why, until time passed by little by little.
He then realized that the power of the demon race's contract was weakening.
The power of the contract is only affected by the two people who made the contract: the master and the servant.
Since he was unharmed, the answer is clear.
Is it...A-Ning?
Ever since A-Ning arrived in the Immortal Realm, her body has been slowly weakening...
He even sensed the presence of death...
It's very faint, very faint.
But it is indeed a deathly aura.
Si Baixue didn't know the reason, but he thought that perhaps people from the underworld couldn't stay in the immortal realm for long, so he wanted to take Yingning away from the immortal realm.
"I cannot leave the Immortal Realm," Yingning said softly.
Her words stung the person who was half-lying down for a moment.
"Why?" Si Baixue grabbed her hand.
"You are a person of the underworld. Even if you don't want to go to the demon realm, you can return to the underworld."
"I don't want to stay in this wretched place, the Immortal Realm." Si Baixue gripped Ying Ning's hand tightly, and his black hair fell into Ying Ning's arms, as if it were desperately clinging to her.
"Do you even know what your own body is like...?"
"I know."
0067 had already informed the original owner of the time of death, not too early, not too late, and if you calculate carefully, it would be exactly the tenth day after entering the Sword Sect's Myriad Life Secret Realm.
Si Baixue stood up, her expression darkening, a self-deprecating look on her face:
"So you knew all along."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly attacked, his palm condensing a world-destroying power.
"Since you want to die, you might as well die by my hand!"
The ruthless demonic power attacked Ying Ning mercilessly. The two were very close, but Ying Ning did not dodge or evade. Instead, she turned another page of the ancient book.
The demonic power dissipated.
"Aren't you going to dodge?!" Si Baixue was furious at her appearance.
"You won't kill me."
"You think that just because we have a master-servant contract, I won't dare to kill you?!" A faint crimson tinge appeared at the corner of Si Baixue's eyes, as if he wanted to gather his demonic power once again.
"Why should Young Master Kong Xuan go to so much trouble for someone who is already going to die?"
"Meng Aning!" Si Baixue's voice was filled with gritted teeth and even a hint of anger.
Unexpectedly, Yingning suddenly asked:
"Little Snow Slave".
"Ask me, are there any good burial places in the demon realm?"
Si Baixue said fiercely, "Hidden Mountain is full of evil spirits. If you dare to die, this clan leader will definitely bury you in the land of eternal evil spirits!"
"Do you have any flowers?"
"without."
"Is there any grass?"
"No!"
"Hidden Mountain is really boring." Ying Ning smiled gently, looking at Si Baixue, who had an angry expression on her face.
"Then bury me somewhere else. I've heard that the nine-tailed fox clan is beautiful. Bury me closer to their territory, and maybe when I become a wandering ghost, I can find a beautiful nine-tailed fox to keep me company."
“Those from the underworld have no souls.” Si Baixue couldn’t hold back any longer and directly pinched Ying Ning’s chin.
"Moreover, the Nine-Tailed Fox clan is no match for our clan leader."
His face returned to its original appearance in front of Ying Ning.
Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and she was extravagant and beautiful.
But his eerie eyes no longer held the spring-like smile they once had.
Si Baixue noticed a red mark on her chin where he had pinched her, but he still couldn't calm the turmoil and frustration in his heart.
So he raised the corner of his lips, his voice carrying a faint hint of sarcasm, as if he were laughing at someone.
Looking for a companion?
"Isn't there a good candidate right in front of you, sir?"
"This slave is most skilled in dual cultivation."
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