Chapter 90
Many people later recalled the unprecedented grandeur of that day and couldn't help but feel a tremor in their hearts. It wasn't just because the wedding ceremony was so magnificent; also, all the unforeseen events piled up on that day, and things suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse, spiraling out of control and heading towards an outcome no one could have predicted.
On the last day, Xie Wen changed into a gorgeous red wedding dress. Although the production time was very short, the wedding dress was still gorgeous and exquisite. Every stitch was fine and dense, and the patterns of birds and phoenixes were lifelike.
Today, Xie Wen was someone she had never seen before. Beautiful, dignified, and composed. Early in the morning, many of her junior sisters secretly came over, eager to join the fun and catch a glimpse of the bride's appearance.
Although Xie Wen had been in the Sword Sect for a long time and everyone had heard of her name, not everyone had seen her true face. Everyone was curious about what this senior sister, who had won the favor of Immortal Lord Qingheng, looked like, what her character was like, and what kind of person she really was.
The disciples who had come to join the fun were quickly dispersed by Yun Yan's stern voice. Xie Wen looked at Yun Yan's current appearance in the sect and suddenly wanted to laugh. He had become so mature that anyone who didn't know better would think he was an elder of the sect. In reality, he was still just a boy.
Yun Yan was slightly taken aback when he saw his senior sister's appearance. Clearly, he had never seen his senior sister like this before.
Xie Wen smiled and teased Yun Yan, asking, "Junior brother, how is senior sister today?"
Saying it wasn't good would be dishonest. Yun Yan still felt awkward, so she pretended not to know and asked, "What do you mean, how is it?"
Xie Wen immediately saw through Yun Yan's unease, smiled and said nothing more.
Yun Yan said, "Senior Sister, let's go."
Xie Wen nodded, and as soon as she stepped outside, she was astonished to see six colorful-winged divine birds pulling a magnificent golden sedan chair that stopped in front of her. Yun Yan said, "Go on up, Senior Sister."
The Rainbow-Winged Divine Bird is an ancient mythical beast, rare in this world. Xie Wen didn't know whether the Sword Sect or Chu Xianyue had obtained it. Regardless of who it was, it would have taken a great deal of effort.
Xie Wen glanced back at Yun Yan, nodded, and climbed into the golden sedan chair.
Then, six colorful-winged divine birds pulled the golden sedan chair and flew towards the main hall. Wherever they passed, mountains and rivers receded into shadows, everything beneath their feet. This reminded Xie Wen of the black dragon. She remembered the time when Chu Xianyue stood atop the black dragon, reaching out his hand to her, and then the black dragon carried them up, soaring into the vast sky.
Now, dressed in a magnificent robe, she flew through the air in a golden palanquin shaped like a divine bird. Xie Wen looked down and saw countless people thronging below. The disciples craned their necks and squinted at the golden palanquin, as well as at the person inside, discussing amongst themselves without blinking.
Aside from the Sword Sect members, countless others from other sects gathered outside the mountain, also spotting the divine bird from afar, and couldn't help but cry out. Partly driven by their love of excitement, and partly by their own expectations, they cried out. In their eyes, Xie Wen and Chu Xianyue's marriage was now linked to Chu Xianyue's ascension and his salvation of the world. It seemed that as long as their marriage proceeded smoothly, the leak in the heavens would disappear, and the world would soon be at peace.
Therefore, Xie Wen and Chu Xianyue's marriage was being watched by everyone. They were watching their wedding as if it were their own lives, forgetting how they had initially opposed the couple and mocked them as disgusting. However, these same people had now transformed into staunch protectors of their love, vowing to fight anyone who tried to ruin their marriage!
Xie Wen rode in a golden sedan chair, and in less than a quarter of an hour, six divine birds landed steadily before the main hall, which was decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons. Upon arriving there, Xie Wen almost felt as if he had been immersed in a sea of red. The feeling was dreamlike; Xie Wen couldn't believe that he was actually about to marry Chu Xianyue. From then on, they would be husband and wife, loving and devoted to each other like all couples in the world, a lifelong commitment, hand in hand until old age.
As soon as he landed, Xie Wen was surrounded by all sorts of noisy and chaotic sounds. There were jeers, cheers and screams. All sorts of sounds mixed together and lingered in Xie Wen's ears, making him a little dizzy.
She was covered by a red veil, and nothing could be seen except for the color red.
Suddenly, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out, its veins spreading like vines growing beneath the flesh. Xie Wen didn't immediately take the hand; then she heard a voice very close to her ear, "Awen, let's get married."
Xie Wen was startled, feeling a sense of unreality, as if the voice had traveled a long way to reach her ears.
Xie Wen placed her hand on Chu Xianyue's outstretched hand and followed Chu Xianyue's guidance, walking steadily forward. Xie Wen noticed that the crowds and noise surged towards her like a tide as she moved.
Almost all the cultivators of some standing in the Sword Sect were present, making it a lively and bustling scene.
Xie Wen was unaware that countless expectant eyes were fixed on her at that moment.
Xie Wen could only see Chu Xianyue's feet and lower body through the red veil. He was also wearing a wedding dress. Xie Wen imagined what Chu Xianyue would look like in a wedding dress. Thinking about this, her heart began to tingle and she couldn't wait. Because of this, she also began to feel uneasy.
Chu Xianyue seemed to notice, and he squeezed Xie Wen's hand, saying, "Don't think too much, everything will go smoothly."
Xie Wen wasn't afraid of things not going smoothly; in fact, too much success would make her feel unreal. The thought that she and Chu Xianyue were actually here, getting married in front of everyone, felt incredibly strange and unbelievable. Despite Chu Xianyue's constant reassurances, Xie Wen's heart was still pounding, and her palms were sweating with nervousness.
Her heart was pounding, and she felt unwell. A bad feeling suddenly crept into her mind.
Xie Wen could only suppress his discomfort for the time being and comfort himself that it was normal. After all, he was marrying someone who was impossible for him to marry, and anyone would be nervous about that.
The hall was packed with people, all watching the newlyweds.
The few minutes waiting for the wedding ceremony were incredibly difficult for Xie Wen; his throat was dry and his back was covered in cold sweat. It felt like an eternity, even though it had only been a few minutes.
The master of ceremonies finally coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and prepared to begin reciting the incantation for bowing to Heaven and Earth. However, before Xie Wen could hear the words "bow to Heaven and Earth," he heard a hurried and intense shout from outside the hall, "It's terrible! The barrier! The barrier can't hold up anymore and is about to break! Evil creatures are about to emerge! The world is about to be destroyed!"
These few words sent chills down everyone's spines and made their blood run cold.
Before they could even get married, before they even had a proper wedding ceremony, the wedding was in complete chaos. Even though everyone valued their marriage, they couldn't stay calm in this situation.
Xie Wen lifted the red veil, and her vision widened as she saw the Sword Sect members scattering in all directions like headless flies. She also saw Chu Xianyue standing before her, his magnificent red robe making him appear even more dashing and captivating.
Chu Xianyue also turned to look at Xie Wen, his eyes trembling slightly, his gaze noticeably brightening. However, Xie Wen didn't notice.
At this time, an elder had already led a group of people to fly to the Canglan River.
At this moment, Yun Yan panicked, unsure whether to let Chu Xianyue and Xie Wen continue their marriage or take his disciples to the Canglan River first. Then Chu Xianyue gave Yun Yan the answer: go to the Canglan River.
However, Chu Xianyue has now lost his magical powers.
The strongest person among all of them has now become the weakest. This has become very troublesome.
If only Chu Xianyue could ascend to godhood immediately and regain his magical power. Xie Wen thought to himself, but the next moment he looked up, he suddenly heard another voice.
It wasn't Chu Xianyue's voice, nor Yun Yan's, nor anyone else's.
Blood Bead Artifact?
The voice drifted over, a voice completely unfamiliar to Xie Wen. It was extremely eerie. Xie Wen almost immediately paled, his pupils trembling in disbelief, and he subconsciously looked up at Chu Xianyue.
How could that be!
How could Honghong say such a thing?
These words kept echoing in Xie Wen's mind. Suddenly, Xie Wen seemed to have lost a soul, and his eyes became dull.
Chu Xianyue and Xie Wen exchanged glances. He stepped forward, grabbed Xie Wen's hand, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Immediately, Xie Wen forced a smile, returning to his usual demeanor, as if that moment had been Chu Xianyue's illusion. Xie Wen shook his head and said, "It's nothing. The important matter is more pressing now; let's deal with the big issues first."
Although Chu Xianyue was surprised, he did not pursue the matter further, but this unusual feeling lingered in his mind.
Although some people insisted that Xie Wen and Chu Xianyue at least complete their marriage ceremony before anything else, Chu Xianyue insisted on going to the Canglan River. Since Chu Xianyue's mind was made up, no one dared to object. Moreover, everyone believed that Chu Xianyue acted according to his own considerations. At this moment, they unconditionally trusted Chu Xianyue.
The barrier has been broken, and now most of the Sword Sect disciples are rushing to the Canglan River.
Chu Xianyue had no magical power and couldn't even fly on a sword. So Yun Yan took Chu Xianyue with him.
Xie Wen, however, went ahead and disappeared into the vast sea of disciples.
Xie Wen's expression had been off ever since.
Chu Xianyue had noticed it, but he didn't understand. All he could do now was stick close to Xie Wen.
He is now a mortal. Without his magical powers, he can no longer contact the Blood Bead artifact, nor can he receive its voice.
The blood bead stayed by Xie Wen's side day and night without reservation, and Xie Wen clearly heard any sound or movement it made.
Moreover, Xie Wen's unusual behavior just now came without warning, as if he had suddenly heard something unexpected. Therefore, Chu Xianyue couldn't help but suspect that the Blood Bead artifact had said something to Xie Wen.
But what exactly was said that caused Xie Wen to be so terrified and out of control, even more so than when he heard that the barrier had shattered and the sky had reopened?
As Chu Xianyue thought about this, his heart began to clench with pain. He was gripped by a sense of powerlessness that threatened to consume him entirely. He had lost his magical power, which meant he could do nothing.
He could only watch helplessly as everything happened.
But he couldn't do anything about it, and that was the most heartbreaking and painful thing.
Xie Wen felt a tightness in her chest. She suppressed her unease and flew on her sword at the fastest speed she had ever seen, disappearing into the vast crowd in no time.
In less than fifteen minutes, we arrived at the lower reaches of the Canglan River.
Looking down from the distant horizon, a massive black hole looms over the sky, with thick, dark clouds churning and gradually sinking into its center. Outside the black hole is a semi-transparent barrier erected by the combined efforts of everyone. Within that barrier, black energy surges and crashes, and evil creatures roar and howl. The barrier itself sways precariously in mid-air, appearing incredibly broken and fragile, as if it will shatter at any moment, and everything is spiraling out of control.
Below the barrier and the black hole flowed the turbulent Canglan River, more turbulent than ever before, its waters churning and roaring, a deafening sound that seemed to thunder across the heavens and earth. Xie Wen's heart pounded violently at the sound.
Countless cultivators flew over in a mighty procession, stopping at the edge of the Canglan River. They frowned and squinted, vaguely seeing a person standing abruptly beside the barrier above the Canglan River. The person's robes fluttered in the wind, and spiritual light burst forth from his hands. The semi-transparent barrier seemed to become even more precarious and unstable because of his movements.
What is he going to do?
Clearly, they have ill intentions!
At this point, even the most oblivious among them would understand why this person was standing there. To destroy the barrier, unleash the evil, and send everyone to their deaths!
A disciple of Kunlun Ruins recognized the man as their senior brother, Xue Zhao, who was formerly the eldest disciple of Xuanxi, the Grand Elder of Kunlun Ruins. After Xuanxi died in the battle between Tianyan Sword Sect and Kunlun Ruins, Pei Xuan temporarily took over as the Grand Master of Kunlun Ruins. Xue Zhao was expelled from Kunlun Ruins during this time because Pei Xuan discovered that he was practicing forbidden books.
After that, the disciples of Kunlun Ruins rarely saw Xue Zhao again. They initially thought he was ashamed to face anyone after being expelled from the sect for practicing forbidden techniques and was hiding somewhere shameful. But no one expected Xue Zhao to appear here today. Could it be that all this time he'd been hiding to prepare a big surprise for everyone?
The people of Kunlun Ruins looked at Xue Zhao with obvious disdain, as if they looked down on their former senior brother.
"Xue Zhao, what do you want to do? Stop! If you stop, I'll give you whatever you want." Pei Xuan was the first to speak, standing alone in mid-air, followed by a group of Kunlun Ruins disciples. Pei Xuan stared intently at Xue Zhao, his brows furrowed, fearing any misstep. The barrier beneath the sky was already weakened beyond repair; if Xue Zhao wanted to do anything to it now, he could easily destroy the barrier that everyone had painstakingly set up.
At that time, death will only come sooner.
Xue Zhao stood beside the barrier, his voice carried far by the howling wind. He laughed almost maniacally, as if only in this moment could he experience true, unbridled joy. "Stop? Let's all die together, wouldn't that be better? Why should I stop? Why should I stop? I want all of you who looked down on me, who never gave me a second glance, who mocked me, to be buried with me! How wonderful it would be if we all died together. In this world, only death is fair! Only death!"
Xue Zhao's laughter, though faint, reverberated throughout the land, like a curse reaching everyone's ears. Xie Wen's brows furrowed, her hand gripping the Yao Fang sword trembling. The barrier her beloved had painstakingly erected, the world her beloved had so desperately tried to protect, was now being destroyed so easily by this man!
"Don't even think about it!" A resounding voice rang out, and everyone looked towards the voice. The woman was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, which was fluttering in the fierce wind. Xie Wen held the gleaming Yao Fang sword, his brows and eyes were extremely resolute, and his eyes were filled with intense killing intent. At this moment, her red wedding gown looked like the red robe worn by a general on the battlefield.
Xue Zhao's gaze shifted to Xie Wen, a provocative smirk playing on his lips. He, of course, recognized the renowned Xie Wen and knew everything about her. Their first meeting was at the flower banquet at Wuxiang Temple; Xue Zhao's initial impression of this woman was one of arrogance, rudeness, and untamed wildness. He heard of her again during the great battle between Kunlun Ruins and the Tianyan Sword Sect, where Xie Wen led a group to save the sect from the brink of destruction. Later, he heard that Xie Wen single-handedly stormed the palace to seek revenge, turning the palace upside down with her own power. Then, her identity as a member of the Feather Clan was exposed, and Xie Wen fearlessly confronted those who sought revenge. Then, when the barrier shattered and the sky reappeared, Xie Wen leaped into the Canglan River, receiving the worship of the world. Then, when the world descended into chaos, Xie Wen stabbed Jin Huaran to death with her sword in the Canglan River, single-handedly turning the tide. And then, at the Marrow Cleansing Platform, she calmly accepted her mission, enduring immense suffering yet remaining unyielding.
Xue Zhao remembered every single thing about this woman clearly and thoroughly.
And the last time Xue Zhao met Xie Wen was now.
Xie Wen, carrying the Yao Fang sword, resolutely stepped forward from among the crowd and told Xue Zhao in a deep voice, "Don't even think about it!"
Don't even think about destroying the barrier, don't even think about destroying the world.
Xue Zhao stared at Xie Wen, his eyes, which had been filled with pleasure just moments before, now filled with a trace of hatred. This hatred was like a monstrous wave that overwhelmed Xue Zhao and washed away all his reason.
He hated this woman! From the very first moment he saw her, he hated her!
Her talent, her arrogance, her perseverance—everything about her made Xue Zhao grit his teeth in hatred.
Why is it that some people are born so dazzling, destined to be at the forefront of the righteous path, forever standing at the very center, forever shining brightly, always displaying extraordinary courage and wisdom in crucial moments, forever like the protagonist in a storybook. In this world, it seems she is everything.
However, what Xue Zhao didn't understand was that Xie Wen only absolutely controlled herself, not the world. How could she possibly change the world? Of course, she had also suffered terribly and tragically in this world. But in the end, she had made it this far with such a pure and innocent heart.
But Xue Zhao didn't understand, so he hated Xie Wen, hated the world, and hated why he was treated this way alone! The world was unjust to him, so he wanted to destroy the world.
Xie Wen possessed qualities that Xue Zhao never had. He had once strongly longed to be like Xie Wen, possessing extraordinary talent, always the center of attention, and capable of turning the tide in crucial moments. Even now, he was still strongly attracted to Xie Wen's qualities.
From the moment he first saw Xie Wen, he harbored a deep hatred for her; the mere sight of her would sting his eyes.
At this moment, the person he hated with a passion stood before him, behind whom stretched a vast army of cultivators. This woman remained as resolute and cold as ever, just as she had been that night on the Canglan River when she pointed her sword at Jin Huaran. Xue Zhao was certain that Xie Wen's sword would soon strike his chest. His fate would be the same as Jin Huaran's—pierced through the heart by this woman's sword.
Thinking of this, Xue Zhao felt no fear or unease. On the contrary, a feeling of excitement planted a seed in his heart, which always seemed to want to sprout.
Xie Wen spoke again, "Xue Zhao, this barrier won't last much longer. Are you determined to become a sinner for all time?"
Xue Zhao smiled and said, "At least it will ensure my name is remembered for eternity."
Upon hearing this, the Kunlun disciples murmured and sneered, mostly mocking Xue Zhao. "His ambitions are sky-high, but his fate is as fragile as paper. He dares to dream of lasting fame? To be infamous for eternity would be an understatement. A lowly, heretical cultivator like him is destined to never live a life of honor. Even with his evil and forbidden arts, his spiritual power hasn't necessarily increased. It seems our senior brother hasn't made any progress after all these years. Even the lowliest dogs in our sect have reached the Qi Refining stage; could our senior brother still be stuck at the very beginning?"
The Kunlun disciples' sharp tongues were indeed legendary; they were outspoken and scathing, even cursing their own sect members with such vehement insults. However, Xie Wen recalled that although she had endured countless verbal attacks along the way, she had never heard a Kunlun disciple speak ill of her. Xie Wen couldn't help but glance at Pei Xuan not far away. Was it he who ordered the Kunlun disciples not to be disrespectful to Xie Wen?
Even at this point, the disciples of Kunlun Ruins were still mocking him. These mocking voices rained down on Xue Zhao. Xie Wen saw Xue Zhao's surface slowly crack, his eyes filled with boundless hatred that seemed to pierce the heavens and earth.
Xie Wen couldn't help but rub his forehead. At a time like this, why are you all venting his anger? Isn't the scene chaotic enough already? Listening to these insults, one can imagine what Xue Zhao suffered in Kunlun Ruins; no wonder he harbors such resentment. But no matter how strong his resentment, it cannot be a reason for him to want to destroy the world.
Xue Zhao felt a surge of hatred in his chest, and in a daze, he gradually pieced together all his past experiences in Kunlun Ruins from these voices.
His family was poor when he was young, and he relied on his parents to support him. As a child, he went to the mountains to cultivate immortality and practice swordsmanship. At that time, Xue Zhao carried a poorly made wooden sword that his father had carved up the mountain alone, and was ridiculed by his companions. There was nothing he could do; his family simply couldn't afford a sword at that time. This was the best his family could give him.
Xue Zhao was only ten years old at the time. He went alone to the foot of Kunlun Mountain. He wasn't qualified to enter Kunlun Mountain yet. There was an academy at the foot of Kunlun Mountain that taught disciples swordsmanship and Taoist cultivation. Those with talent might be noticed by the Kunlun Taoist masters and become disciples of Kunlun Mountain. Xue Zhao's parents took out all their savings to pay for his tuition at the academy, hoping that their son would one day live up to their expectations. Before leaving, Xue Zhao vowed that he would definitely return after completing his studies and become a disciple of Kunlun Mountain.
Xue Zhao was ten years old that year. He practiced swordsmanship day and night at the academy, memorizing everything the Taoist priest taught him. He would often sneak out of bed after all the other disciples had gone to sleep, and practice his swordsmanship under the cold moonlight, listening to the sounds of the disciples practicing their swordsmanship late into the night on Kunlun Mountain. At these times, Xue Zhao would secretly vow to become a great hero like them, upholding justice and eliminating evil for the people, never forgetting his original aspiration.
As a child, his wishes were so simple, so innocent, so ambitious, yet he was unaware of his own limitations.
In his second year of sword cultivation at the academy, Xue Zhao never slacked off for a single day. Those who entered the academy at the same time had long since given up, leaving in protest. Only Xue Zhao remained, persevering through wind and rain. His efforts were not in vain; he rose to prominence far ahead of others in the academy. Finally, in his fifth year of quiet, diligent cultivation, he was noticed by the Grand Elder Xuan Xi, who was on patrol.
Afterwards, Xue Zhao was brought to Kunlun Ruins by Xuan Xi and became the eldest disciple of Xuan Xi, the Grand Elder of Kunlun Ruins, a senior brother whom everyone admired and respected. His parents were so happy upon hearing the news that they almost fainted. The neighbors cheered for Xue Zhao's successful entry into a major sect, saying that their village had only produced one like him in a hundred years! Xue Zhao would surely become a Great Immortal Lord in the future! He would become their pride.
The changes and good things came too quickly, and Xue Zhao was so immersed in this joy that he couldn't extricate himself.
His life seemed to have finally gotten back on track and started to improve. Little did he know that this was already the peak of his life, and what followed was an endless trough and decline.
It is common knowledge that the cultivation world has never lacked geniuses, and major sects like Kunlun Ruins are particularly known for producing outstanding talents. What Xue Zhao cultivated day and night at the foot of the mountain for five years, some people mastered in just one or two years, and even did better than Xue Zhao.
At first, Xue Zhao, as the disciple of the First Elder Xuan Xi, enjoyed great prestige, always being addressed as "Senior Brother" wherever he went. Xue Zhao was enamored with this admiration, and he never believed he lacked talent. Otherwise, why would he be the only one chosen by the First Elder to be his chief disciple?
He must be talented!
He used to firmly believe this.
But reality is like that; it will never show you any mercy.
Xue Zhao gradually discovered something terrifying: his so-called talent seemed to have died.
To be precise, his once-proud talent was completely obliterated in the Kunlun Ruins, a place teeming with talented people.
No matter how hard he tried to make up for it, or how much effort he put in, it seemed that he couldn't compare to those who were more talented.
He is not even as good as those who came after him.
Later, Xue Zhao gradually discovered something even more despairing. Xuan Xi was extremely disappointed in him; it seemed as if he had been abandoned by his master.
The once respected and praised senior disciple is now criticized for being slow to learn, lacking comprehension, and having no talent. People say, "You're just not good enough. You were incredibly lucky to become a disciple of Daoist Zhenxi. Now that the tide has receded, your true level has been revealed. This is all you've got. Wake up! If you can't do it now, you'll never do it in the future."
Xue Zhao was ignored and looked down upon within the sect, becoming a marginalized and invisible figure.
But he never gave up, never believed those who belittled him. If he lacked talent and wasn't cut out for cultivation, then how could he have become the top disciple of Xuanxi in Kunlun Ruins? He didn't give up; he believed he was just waiting for the right opportunity. From fifteen to twenty years old, he spent another five years of quiet, diligent cultivation in Kunlun Ruins.
But this time, five years later, he was unable to wait for the next peak and opportunity.
Instead, he received another piece of news that left him breathless.
His master, Xuanxi, was about to formally enter Kunlun with his last disciple, Pei Xuan, and would also entrust Pei Xuan with a great deal of real power. Xue Zhao, however, had nothing.
He suddenly realized that in the past five years, he had diligently cultivated without ever slacking off, serving Xuanxi like a slave, even going through fire and water. Yet Xuanxi had turned around and brought back another disciple, showering him with affection, personally teaching him, and even entrusting him with real power. Meanwhile, Xue Zhao had gained nothing but contempt and cold stares in those five years.
When Xue Zhao was told that this last disciple was someone Xuan Xi had taken in many years ago, he couldn't help but wonder, when did it all begin? It turned out that he had been abandoned by Xuan Xi long ago. All these years, he had been diligently cultivating, foolishly thinking that he shouldn't let his master down.
Everything has become a joke.
What's most infuriating is that Xuanxi, the closed-door disciple on whom so many hopes were placed, is far more talented than Xue Zhao. He can easily crush Xue Zhao, making Xue Zhao's efforts over the past ten years seem worthless and utterly useless.
He hated Pei Xuan, hated Pei Xuan's talent, hated that no matter how hard he tried, he could never be even a fraction as good as him, hated that everyone in the sect was opportunistic and spoke ill of him, and hated everyone who looked down on him.
Xue Zhao's presence in the sect was second only to the menial disciples; he felt his purpose was simply to be ridiculed and amused. As it turned out, Xue Zhao was right. Then one day, Xue Zhao discovered that almost everyone in the sect had vanished overnight. He eventually learned from the menial disciples that Xuan Xi had led Kunlun Ruins to attack the Sword Sect, seeking the title of the number one immortal leader.
At this moment, Xue Zhao found himself utterly ridiculous. As a nominal disciple of Xuanxi, he was completely unaware of such a significant matter. How laughable!
Xuanxi fulfilled Xue Zhao's wish and died in the battle between Kunlun Ruins and Tianyan Sword Sect, or more accurately, at the hands of Chu Xianyue.
Xue Zhao also hated! He hated Chu Xianyue, a genius among geniuses who only appears once every thousand years, a height that Xue Zhao could never reach even if he cultivated day and night for a lifetime, or even several lifetimes.
Later, in order to improve his cultivation, Xue Zhao did not hesitate to practice forbidden techniques. He probably never learned to lie or hide anything from childhood to adulthood. This matter was quickly discovered by Pei Xuan, and he was expelled from the sect and despised by everyone in Kunlun Ruins.
After being driven out of Kunlun Mountain, Xue Zhao returned to his parents and village. Facing the expectant eyes of everyone, he dared not tell them he had been driven out. But the truth didn't remain a secret for long. Everyone eventually found out and was just as disappointed in him.
Xue Zhao knew that no matter how hard he tried from childhood to adulthood, he had never been seen by anyone, except for this moment.
He stood on the opposite side of everyone, facing the vast crowd. Now he seemed to hold the life and death of everyone in his hands. Those who used to look down on him and despise him had to kneel down and beg him!
Let's all die together. This world is terrible.
At this moment, Xue Zhao was tiny, hovering beside the barrier, almost invisible unless you looked closely. He resembled a small ant, facing thousands upon thousands of cultivators. He was going against the entire cultivation world.
Even so, he remained fearless. This was the most powerful moment in almost his entire bleak life. He now held the lives of everyone in his hands, everyone had to beg him, and he seemed to finally be able to crush those more talented than him under his feet.
This gave him an unprecedented sense of pleasure.
We're finally going to die together.
His face contorted with pleasure.
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