My father persisted for so long just because he thought that my mother might still be alive and wanted to hold on to see her.
"Uncle, I accidentally... became her disciple." When Li Yirou heard this, her heart had experienced repeated pain and had begun to numb.
The pain of family separation and death was not enough, but there was also torture.
"Didn't she accept two male disciples?" Wen Huaiyu listened to her general account of her experience again. Why did Xiaorou have such a hard life?
That's my brother and sister-in-law's child, the son of two Nascent Soul cultivators! He should have been raised in pampered love!
"I'm going to kill her!" Wen Huaiyu couldn't bear it any longer, and was about to leave by teleportation to find Meng Qingzhou for a life-and-death duel.
"You can't beat him."
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Although this is true, my niece is a little too direct.
Although she looks weak, she is fearless and speaks bluntly, which really makes her look like her brother.
Back then, Wen Huailiang relied on this kind of temperament to attract people's contempt and anger with his words, which always made people forget his strength as the number one swordsman and couldn't help but compete with him.
In the end, he was defeated by this seemingly weak swordsman...
Li Yirou was so similar to him that Wen Huaiyu felt even more upset. He couldn't help but sigh, "Xiaorou is like my elder brother..."
He was useless and couldn't beat Meng Qingzhou, otherwise he would have avenged his brother and sister-in-law's family long ago.
It’s just that Meng Qingzhou... Well, every time he tried to provoke her, she would just defend herself.
She responded to his attacks again and again, trapping him in her formation without killing him. She simply said, "Hate me if you want."
Wen Huaiyu had no choice but to hate.
After all, she was also doing it for the world of cultivation, which made him feel deeply powerless at the same time.
"Don't go looking for Meng Qingzhou again. If she finds out, she'll use you to fill the seal again."
Wen Huaiyu would rather the entire cultivation world be buried with him.
My sister-in-law said that using people as the base of the formation is just a temporary solution. It will only drag on for a few decades at most, and one day everything will fall.
It is better to practice hard and fight against the demon clan head-on.
However, most monks who have the ability to make decisions want to delay it, but it would only cost them a baby.
But after all these years, Wen Huaiyu didn't see any measures they took or any turning point they found.
After hearing what he said, Li Yirou still shook her head. She couldn't escape for the time being.
"Uncle, please accompany me to Wuji City."
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"Master, you accidentally asked me to put away the Bloodline Soul-Guiding Lamp that day." Li Yiru still looked obedient in front of her.
"Well, tomorrow I will hold a disciple-taking ceremony for your senior sister. You should prepare well and help welcome the guests." Meng Qingzhou touched the top of her head, causing her body to stiffen.
"Yes." Li Yirou said, and retreated respectfully.
Meng Qingzhou took out the blood lamp and looked at the last bit of soul left in Wen Huailiang's clone, and burned it to ashes.
A light red line flowed out from the soul and pointed towards Wuji City.
Meng Qingzhou saw that the landing point was the Goddess Temple and was silent for a moment. She had already thought in her heart that it might be that person again, but she still chased after him.
"Ancestor Tiancun often comes to the Goddess Temple to worship. How come you really think you are the successor of the Goddess?" Wen Huaiyu said sarcastically.
"Huaiyu, Mantian is gone too." She finally believed that Shi Mantian was dead. Their child was gone, and Shi Mantian's spiritual power was severely damaged. She wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
"Oh, isn't this the result you wanted?!" Wen Huaiyu's eyes were still filled with familiar resentment, "If it weren't for you, how could my brother and sister-in-law be so defenseless!"
"It's you! Their deaths are all caused by you! Your hands are already stained with the blood of their entire family!"
“Even your status as a boundary guardian, everything you enjoy today, was snatched from my sister-in-law!
As long as she's here, you, Meng Qingzhou, will always be second!"
Meng Qingzhou lowered his eyes, then raised them again, but he was still calm.
"What you said is true. But I have no selfish motives." She didn't care much about the first and second ones.
Wen Huaiyu was furious when he saw her indifferent look. How could she look so nonchalant? How could she act as if nothing had happened?
He couldn't bear it any longer and attacked with his sword. Even if he could only cut her once, it would allow him to vent his anger.
"Master?" Li Yirou seemed very surprised. She came here to burn incense, but how come the master appeared out of nowhere?
"Are you fighting?" The spiritual energy in the Goddess Temple was thin and could not be restored, so it was not a suitable battlefield.
Li Yiru looked at her uncle who was trapped in the formation. Meng Qingzhou had originally set up an isolation formation, but when he saw her, he took the initiative to lead her into the formation.
Wen Huaiyu, a swordsman, was like climbing a tower to pass levels. As soon as he broke through one layer of formation, another layer would appear, and it was endless.
After all, Master is in the late Nascent Soul stage, while Wen Huaiyu is only in the early stage.
This gap is like a chasm and cannot be easily crossed.
Is this the formation master in the world of cultivation? A formation master in the later stage can be said to be a terrifying existence.
Sword cultivators already have the strength to crush those of the same level, and formation masters, after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, can even create formations with just a flick of their fingers, and can easily defeat many enemies alone.
On one side was his uncle who was trying hard to break through the formation, and on the opposite side was Meng Qingzhou who was defending without hurting him at all. He even had enough energy to pay attention to Li Yiru and protect the Goddess Temple from being destroyed by spiritual power.
She felt depressed and couldn't bear to watch, so she lowered her eyes.
"Xiaoye, watch carefully." She spoke suddenly, making Li Yiru's heart skip a beat.
"Although he is a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, much superior to you, you can still learn some defensive techniques from him."
Li Yirou nodded quickly. She had something on her mind and was like a frightened bird. A simple call made her extremely nervous.
Meng Qingzhou asked her to study, but she thought he saw through something.
"Master, how do you set the center of your isolation defense formation?" My uncle has been trying very hard to find the center, but Meng Qingzhou's center keeps changing, making it difficult to break it with one sword.
Meng Qingzhou suddenly grabbed her wrist and injected spiritual power into her meridians. Following her guidance, Li Yiru gradually felt how the spiritual power she set up in the formation was distributed and how the center of the formation changed.
A light sweat appeared on her palms. She closed her mind tightly and carefully accepted Meng Qingzhou's guidance.
The vast spiritual power of the Nascent Soul cultivator made her meridians tremble, and she could clearly sense every sword attack from her uncle.
My uncle was strong, but Meng Qingzhou was even stronger. Her formation could completely contain him, leaving him to struggle on his own.
Part of the spiritual power generated by each of his attacks was converted by her to strengthen her own formation.
Li Yiru believed that if she didn't want to kill her uncle, this spiritual power would not only be used for defense, but would directly form a killing formation.
Although she is a Nascent Soul cultivator, she still remembers to use the opponent's force to her advantage. Meng Qingzhou really uses every bit of spiritual power in the formation to the extreme to consume Wen Huaiyu.
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