There will be a battle
"who!"
Qin Youwei felt someone was watching them! He was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He was at the late stage of Jindan cultivation. This person was hiding in the dark, so his cultivation must be quite high! Judging from his behavior, he didn't look like Gu Wumian. Could there be someone else who fell at that time?
"Brother?" Bachuan stopped, his moist puppy eyes looking somewhat innocent.
Bachuan has the blood of a giant ape, a simple personality, great strength, and innate magical powers. If Qin Youwei had not saved Bachuan's life, Bachuan would not have followed him.
Qin Youwei is not bragging. He claims that he is not a bad person. He always responds to Bachuan's requests and even helps him guard against other cultivators who covet his natural talents and supernatural powers. If he hadn't gotten to know Bachuan first, Bachuan might have been deceived by someone!
"There's no one here, big brother. You're overthinking it!" Yuan Yifeng's anger had mostly subsided. He kicked the cave at his feet and looked around. "This shabby place... When can we get out?"
The three of them had been trapped for many days and were inevitably feeling irritable. The trial in the secret realm was approaching, and if they didn't get out, the secret realm might be closed, and it would take many years for it to be closed, which would be a waste!
Besides, in this secret realm, the monks are just like ordinary mortals, afraid of the cold, unable to fly, lacking in spiritual energy, and surrounded by a vast expanse of white snow. Who would be willing to stay in this cold place for decades!
Just as the three of them were lost in their thoughts about the future, a voice suddenly came from their ears: "Want to leave?"
"Who! Who is talking!" Bachuan's ears perked up, his eyes widened, and he was very alert!
"You're a coward!" Yuan Yifeng cursed, swinging his bare arms.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you show up and talk? There's no need to tease the three of us brothers."
Qin Youwei squinted his eyes and coughed a few times. His black pupils moved rapidly. His sight passed through the cave in front of him, and after twists and turns, he followed his spiritual sense and saw weak insects and ants slowly crawling over the stone wall, passing through the dark corridor like the wind. He quickly locked onto the source of spiritual power, and finally his spiritual sense fixed on the face of a female cultivator.
The female cultivator had a face as white as jade and eyes as cold as stars. She seemed to sense his consciousness and smiled at him faintly. The Buddha said, "Smiling while picking up a flower," so this must be what he meant.
He seemed to have been attacked by some kind of spiritual attack, his consciousness was shaken, and his eyes were dizzy. When his consciousness was retracted and fell on him again, the impact force from his soul was still there!
Vibrate! Incite! Fear!
That was definitely the aura of a superior! The overwhelming pressure was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe!
“Big Brother!”
"What's going on!"
The other two also noticed it and immediately took action, but waves of pressure came from all directions. It was definitely the pressure of the Nascent Soul level! It was like a mountain pressing down on your head, making it difficult to breathe!
"Senior... please spare my life!"
Qin Youwei exhaled with a puff, his mouth full of blood. He covered his ears and knelt down to beg for mercy. The three of them were all in the business of killing people for treasure. If they encountered a weak cultivator, they would just rob them openly. If they encountered a tougher cultivator with a higher level of cultivation than them, they would just have to know the situation and be humble.
Qianluo certainly knew that they were not good people.
But she is now a Nascent Soul cultivator, and her spiritual consciousness can suppress them so that they cannot move. If they are sensible and don't want to die, they can hand over their soul and blood, and perhaps they can still survive.
"True Lord! Show mercy!"
"We are willing to hand over our souls and blood. Please spare the lives of our three brothers!"
Qianluo took three drops of soul blood.
She broke open the hole in the underground world and threw the three people out: "Go to the top of the mountain and find a female cultivator named Sun Rushuang. Protect her."
The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the ground, and their bodies softened, finally saving their lives.
…
After resolving this matter, Qian Luo returned to her original place, lowered her head to look at the sleeping Gu Wumian, and held her forehead with some annoyance. She really didn't know what to do with this kid!
I really want to kill the villain who plotted against her with one sword!
But she would find out why Gu Wumian wanted to kill her even if she died!
If he doesn't say anything, then we can only use threats and inducements to force him to confess!
Qianluo drew out the Dragon Roar Sword and slashed at Gu Wumian—
The cold light of the sword shone on Gu Wumian's face like the shimmering light of the waves. His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened! His eyes were dark and cold, with the corners of his eyes raised, filled with anger.
With a "ding" sound, the sword came into being and automatically blocked the attack of the Dragon Roar Sword.
The wind arose without any wind, and the corners of their clothes and hair were blown up, just like the spring breeze blowing through the branches of willows, revealing two snow-white and cold profiles, as cold and ruthless as ice sculptures.
"Finally woke up." Qianluo retracted the sword.
Those who pretend to be asleep can only be awakened with a sword.
The female cultivator smiled, retracted her sword, and knocked on the spirit sword that protected her master. With a smile on her face, she casually said, "During the time you pretended to be asleep, I should have been nice to you."
"But why do you always want to kill me?"
"What hatred is there between us? Even if I die, I want to be a clear-minded ghost."
Gu Wumian, who had originally had a gloomy face, became even gloomier. There was a dark look in his eyes. His dark eyes stared at the female cultivator for no reason, which made people feel inexplicably scared. He was like a wild beast in the forest, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Qianluo turned his face and said with a smile: "You won't tell me, right?"
"You're willing to sacrifice yourself to kill me. But you're unwilling to tell me your true identity? Are you waiting for me to turn around, remember the truth, and be in agony, living in regret?"
"Or is it? All this hatred is just your own fault!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the male cultivator grasped the sword and pointed it directly at the female cultivator. His eyes flashed with hatred, pain, and entanglement... His sword was called Xingyuan Bixiao Sword. It was a gift from the elders of the Gu family for his 100th birthday. It was surrounded by stars and was born with spirit. It was of the quality of a spiritual treasure and was rare.
But now, facing the female cultivator, the sword bent and broke, looking like a useless person.
"you……"
The long sword was pointing at the female cultivator's eyes. Her eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, her eyes were as bright as the Milky Way, and as bottomless as the abyss, enough to devour his mind.
The sword has a spirit and moves according to the heart, but isn’t that also his inner thoughts?
He watched the person in front of him enter the secret realm. He had been watching her silently from the beginning. He wanted to wait for the right opportunity to make a move, but he found that he sometimes couldn't do it. Perhaps he needed verbal stimulation to stimulate him so that he would not forget the pain of his childhood.
"Wumian, although you were born with a sword bone, you have a grudge in your heart. It is difficult for you to achieve further success in the art of swordsmanship. If you want to make further progress, you must sever your worldly ties or understand the knot in your heart!"
This is what the elders of the Gu family said to him.
Yes, his heart knot is Qianluo.
The female cultivator in front of him, her real name is not Lan Qianluo, but Qianluo. They met over a hundred years ago, and perhaps she had long forgotten him. After all, her favorite child is Wang Siyu.
"You..." Qianluo caught the softness in his eyes, which seemed to have a nostalgic and warm feeling, similar to the vague figure in her memory, and she was momentarily distracted.
The male cultivator sheathed his sword, his lips slightly turned down, feigning an aloof expression that made him seem unapproachable. However, his injuries hadn't healed yet, and blood continued to ooze from the corners of his mouth, a strangely bright red, like a bewitching ghost from hell. His eyes were hazy, shrouded in mist, beautiful yet concealing murderous intent.
"Sit down." Qianluo sat on the ground and threw out the few healing pills from her storage bag.
The male cultivator took it with one hand, and the cold medicine bottle conveyed warmth to him. She was actually willing to save him?
Qian Luo couldn't believe it. She was clearly a decisive and ruthless person, so why was she so soft-hearted towards Gu Wumian? Could it be that he had really been killed by her? Was she feeling guilty?
The two sat beside the campfire, facing each other in silence, only their two beautiful eyes would occasionally look up, across the bright flames, and secretly glance at each other.
The Xingchen Jade Sky Sword was beside itself, trembling with anxiety. It could sense its master's emotions, a rare moment of peace. Its previous master had lived in endless, tedious cultivation, his heart serene, filled with only vengeance. This was the first time it felt its master's inner peace, a long-lost happiness, a rich, warm feeling.
This was the only time it felt warm after becoming a weapon in its master's hands, killing people and drawing blood.
But... after the short-lived happiness, there was endless self-mockery, regret, pain, and hatred...
Master, oh master, what are you thinking about?
…
Qianluo closed her eyes to rest. She had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, but her simulation points were rising, and the scoring algorithm had been reset. She now had no more simulations left. If she wanted to progress quickly, she had to enter the secret room.
But what should Gu Wumian do?
Are you going to kill him?
She felt it was a pity. Gu Wumian's sword was very good, and his swordsmanship was also among the best. As a Jindan cultivator with sword bones, his future was limitless as long as he did not die midway.
No wonder the Gu family supports him.
"Even a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. I saved your life. I don't ask you to let go of your hatred for me, but I hope you can tell me why you are pursuing me so relentlessly? Do you harbor hatred for me?"
Gu Wumian is not a person who doesn't know how to be grateful. She threatened him with the favor of saving his life. If he wants to say it, then he can say it. If he doesn't want to say it, then he can only kill the genius boy in front of him.
He couldn't stand in her way.
Perhaps the time had come, the silent Gu Wumian actually spoke up and explained the reason: "A long time ago, I was not a member of the Gu family. I was just an ordinary child with four spiritual roots. My parents were both mortals who had not yet drawn Qi into their bodies. We lived as a family of three in a small courtyard."
"My parents wanted me to be successful. They toiled day and night to secure a bright future for me, exhausting all their spiritual pearls. The rent collector, bullying us, kicked us out of the courtyard when he saw we couldn't pay the rent. The three of us were beaten and bruised, but my parents refused to give up and decided to try their luck in the mountains."
"Maybe we were lucky. We heard the voices of our neighbors next door. It turns out they found a magical herb in the mountains. This magical herb can draw Qi into the body. It is a great help to me. As long as I take it, I can draw Qi into my body."
"At that time, we had no money and only a tracking compass to track their whereabouts. We didn't want to kill, but we could only rob and fight. If we didn't rob and fight, we would only become food for the wild beasts in the mountains."
Gu Wumian stared at the female cultivator with a dim gaze. A slight fluctuation appeared between the female cultivator's brows: "It turned out to be you..."
"Shh, I haven't finished yet." The male cultivator raised his index finger with an indifferent look.
"My parents were afraid I might be in danger, so they hid me in a small cave. The two of them took a tracking compass and went to track down our neighbor. They had no idea that their separation would be forever."
"I saw my parents go into a small cave. The door opened, and I don't know how much time passed. My parents didn't come out. There were only two boys and one girl."
"They were jubilant, clutching spiritual herbs. The girl had become a cultivator, and her brother had also taken them. I had a bad feeling, and upon entering the cave, the sky was filled with purple orchids, truly beautiful. In the quiet night, I used my fingers to dig through the petals and soil, but all I could find was a thin layer of purple ash."
"So these are my parents' ashes."
"I wanted to kill the female cultivator, but without the Qi into my body, there was no way I could compete with a cultivator. After I packed up the ashes, I decided to go outside and look for more opportunities."
"By chance, I met the Gu family. They discovered that I had a sword bone and used magic tools to detect that I was of the Gu family's bloodline. It was then natural for me to enter the Gu family and become a cultivator of the Gu family."
"Night and day, I studied and practiced diligently, with only revenge on my mind. I named myself Wumian, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night. How could I sleep peacefully without avenging the murder of my father and mother?"
"But when I actually saw my enemy, I felt very strange. My enemy and I had lived in that yard for several years. She watched me grow up, brought me some candy and snacks, and played with me. If she hadn't killed my parents, I might have thought of her as a good sister. But she killed my parents, and in my eyes, she is just the enemy who killed my father and mother."
"But why did she save me? Why did she investigate the matter, stop the Nascent Soul cultivators from killing us, and then rescue me in Sword Mountain, feed me elixirs, and guard me for so many days?"
"My sword has a spirit, and it moves at will. I don't want to kill her, but I have to."
"Now that she knows the truth, does she want to kill me? Or does she feel sorry for me?"
"I just want to ask you a question. Do you remember the names of the first mortal couple who died under your sword?"
The male cultivator's eyes were deep, like the eyes of a wild wolf at night, staring straight at the female cultivator, with a hint of inexplicable resentment.
Qianluo's thoughts raced, and she hadn't expected to run into an old friend. She couldn't answer the man's questions. She had forgotten the names of the mortal couple, as well as the man's original name. She didn't take unimportant questions to heart.
She only remembered that she had no regrets about killing people at that time. She also saw in the illusion that many years later, their son returned to seek revenge. He met the immortal master by chance, got the opportunity, and returned from practicing Taoism, just to kill his enemies and take revenge!
"This day next year will be the anniversary of your death! You killed my father and my mother, and today I will avenge you!"
The man was aggressive, holding an extremely sharp sword with a cold glow. He was only thinking about revenge for his parents, and his eyes were full of hatred!
The scene is still vivid in my mind, I never expected it to come true.
The illusion is also a prophecy.
…
"I don't remember your parents' names, nor do I remember yours. I only know that I killed them and have no regrets. I killed them simply to protect myself. If I hadn't killed them, I would have been the one to die at their hands."
"I don't want to die, that's right. They want to live, that's not wrong either. The only thing wrong is that we're facing each other."
"If you want to kill me today, I have no complaints, but I will not kneel down and beg for mercy. I will fight you fair and square."
Qian Luo's eyes flickered, her expression firm as she said to Gu Wumian in front of her: "After so many years, karma has paid off."
"There must be a battle between you and me. Now that the reason is clear, wait until your injuries heal, and we will fight to the death."
A single thought can determine life or death, and it is the same today.
She has already reached the Nascent Soul stage, so she will not be the one to die. Gu Wumian's cultivation level is lower than hers, but his swordsmanship is superior to hers. At the critical moment between them, who is better in cultivation level or swordsmanship?
"Okay!" Gu Wumian's voice suddenly became louder, and he laughed. It was not a hearty laugh, but a bitter laugh that was full of pretense.
He hadn't expected his own weakness to affect him, nor had he expected his enemy to have no regrets. In fact, he had hoped his enemy would burst into tears and regret his actions, but she had confessed it so calmly, with a firm face and no fear, telling him that killing was just a common thing, and that she had no regrets about killing his parents.
He felt that those childhood memories had been haunting him ever since he entered the secret realm, and now he could finally put an end to it. He didn't want to let his enemies go because of his soft-heartedness and sentimentality.
Gu Wumian, ah Gu Wumian, all you have to do is revenge!
"Whoosh, whoosh..." The sound of wind blew from somewhere, blowing on the hair and collars of the two people, making the flames sway and flicker, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.
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