Chapter 170, Chapter 6: The Blind Girl in the World of High Martial Arts
With a slight movement of her fingertips, Yu Wanwan carefully sensed her surroundings.
All vitality was completely stripped away and isolated.
At this moment, the grass seeds buried deep in the snow beneath her feet, the dormant moss under the ice in the distance, or even further away, the plants beneath the snow-capped mountains, all severed their connection with her.
The world before her eyes was truly and completely plunged into darkness.
That was a darkness even deeper than blindness.
Yu Wanwan remained silent.
This effect is not specifically for Zhenyin.
Rather, it was directed at her.
"I see."
No wonder the trip to the Demonic Sect went so smoothly.
No wonder Hua Xiangrong is here talking to her about this and that.
It seems she had already established a connection with Wanwusheng long ago.
However, there was still something that Yu Wanwan couldn't understand.
"Does the person behind you really want to die?"
Why go to such lengths to deal with her? Do you think you're living too comfortably?
Hua Xiangrong stood outside the formation, her face as pale as paper beneath her veil, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
Clearly, this formation also took a huge toll on her.
Looking at the woman in the formation, who remained gentle and calm even when facing this situation.
Hua Xiangrong swallowed the mouthful of blood, stubbornly refusing to show any weakness or fatigue.
"I don't know if you want to die, but whether Valley Master Zhen can live is another matter!"
Even if no one sees her, she doesn't want to appear disheveled in front of others.
"This is a gift specially prepared for Valley Master Zhen. Please enjoy it while you have these last moments."
Hua Xiangrong left.
Yu Wanwan was completely silent.
【Wanwan, are you alright?】
"Not good."
Plants are her origin.
But now that the source has been severed, it's no wonder things are not alright.
All things are born.
That's quite a grand gesture.
"However, I have a rough idea of who it is this time."
You'd better not say anything for now!
Dao Guo didn't ask any questions, but released his own power to continuously nourish her gradually depleted soul.
Yu Wanwan sighed and leaned back.
He lay sprawled in the snow, eyes closed, quietly absorbing the energy delivered by the Dao Fruit.
On a corner of the snow-capped mountain, Hua Xiangrong staggered into an inconspicuous cave.
The cave was warm as spring; the chill in the air was immediately dispelled upon entering.
The air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent mixed with floral fragrance, which smelled exceptionally pleasant.
Everything here is completely different from the icy and snowy world outside, as if it were a separate space.
Although it wasn't her first time experiencing this, Hua Xiangrong still couldn't contain her shock.
She had never seen such a method before.
Perhaps only those in the legendary Celestial Realm can achieve such a level?
Calming herself down, Hua Xiangrong continued walking inside.
Several beads were embedded in the cave wall, emitting a soft light that illuminated the boneless-looking man huddled in a chair in the center.
Hua Xiangrong didn't dare to look any longer. She knelt on one knee, head bowed, all her allure and charm completely concealed.
All that remained was utter awe and obedience.
"My lord, the formation is complete."
"oh?"
A smiling male voice came from above, gentle and pleasant, without any hostility.
He was barefoot, with his legs bent and resting on the armrests of the chair, swinging them leisurely.
The bells tied to their ankles jingled irregularly.
"Nothing went wrong?"
Hua Xiangrong's face stiffened, and her head drooped even lower.
"It was a bit unexpected. Xu Qingzhou broke the formation faster than expected. To avoid any unforeseen complications, I had no choice but to activate the formation."
The bell stopped ringing abruptly.
The air inside the cave seemed to freeze.
"in advance?"
The man's voice still carried a smile, yet it sent a chill down Hua Xiangrong's spine.
"So, the formation didn't achieve its optimal effect?"
"Your Majesty, please be clear!"
Hua Xiangrong had completely collapsed to the ground, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
"The formation's range is one-third smaller than originally planned, and its duration will likely be shortened accordingly."
Despite her fear, Hua Xiangrong dared not hide anything.
A suffocating silence spread through the cave.
Just as Hua Xiangrong was about to be overwhelmed by the terrible atmosphere, a soft laugh suddenly came from above.
"Never mind."
The bell rang again, coming closer from afar.
The white robe swept past her gaze and headed out of the cave.
"It's good if we can hold them back for a while."
Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but secretly look up.
The man stretched and swayed as he walked out.
"In that case, let's go and see what makes this young master Xu so special that he deserves her special attention."
At the summit of the snow-capped mountain.
Xu Qingzhou's sword-wielding hand froze, a cut was made on his arm, and the sword was knocked from his hand.
He snapped out of his daze, frowned, and quickly retreated, creating some distance for himself. He then raised his hand to his chest.
A sudden pang of heart palpitation struck.
The mysterious connection between him and Yu Wanwan, stemming from countless reincarnations, had become extremely weak.
It was as if something had forcibly blocked or separated it.
"Xiaowan..."
He murmured, his eyes filled with frost, colder than the millennia-old ice crystals atop the snow-capped mountain.
She's in trouble.
Look up and gaze ahead.
A dark mass of demonic cult members surged in like a tidal wave.
Their eyes were vacant, but their movements were ruthless and precise. The ominous gray-black aura surrounding them was like a bone-deep infection, constantly eroding their internal energy.
But these people seemed to feel no pain and were not afraid of death, rushing towards him one after another.
Xu Qingzhou took a breath, the icy air filling his lungs, but it couldn't suppress the anxiety in his heart.
Although her abilities far surpass his, it seems he doesn't need to worry about her.
But in this world, she is just an ordinary person, and she is blind.
He couldn't rest easy until he saw her with his own eyes and confirmed her condition.
We can't delay any longer!
He abandoned the steady approach and flipped his wrist.
"Skywalker!"
A clear, melodious sword cry seemed to come from the heavens, piercing through the howling wind and snow.
An ancient longsword pierced through the air, carrying a dazzling light.
Wherever it passed, the snowflakes seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, turning into swirling ice crystals that surrounded the sword.
"puff……"
The extreme cold was so intense that Hua Xiangrong, who was already seriously injured, could not withstand it, and she coughed up blood and knelt on the ground.
She looked up at the streak of light that brushed across the sky, her pupils widening slightly.
"That is..."
The adults also stopped and looked up at the beautiful stream of light with curiosity.
"Is this the Sword of Destiny?"
I never expected it to be ice-type.
He had assumed that a protagonist as noble and righteous as Xu Qingzhou should at least be a light-attribute character.
"Little one, if you don't want to die, go down the mountain."
Hua Xiangrong was taken aback.
"grown ups?"
The adult turned around, a faint smile flowing in his eyes, like ripples spreading across spring water.
Even a beauty like Hua Xiangrong, who had seen countless men, couldn't help but look infatuated and blush under that one glance.
"That young master Xu is not someone you can touch, so don't even think about it. Just behave yourself, and maybe you can save your life."
Before she could react to his meaning, the man had already disappeared from the spot with leisurely steps, accompanied by the tinkling of bells.
Looking at the desolate snowfield, Hua Xiangrong remained lost in thought for a long time.
Halfway up the mountain, inside the formation.
Yu Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes.
In the darkness, relying on intuition, one "looks" in a certain direction.
"Guoguo, can you feel it?"
It is the aura of destiny.
Yu Wanwan lowered her eyes and slowly sat up.
"Looks like we need to get out of here quickly."
Your situation...
"He won't die."
Okay then.
A bright green light shone forth, completely enveloping Yu Wanwan's figure.
The moment the longsword was in his hand, Xu Qingzhou's aura suddenly changed.
The previously restrained sword intent seemed to have broken free from some kind of restraint, brushed away the dust, and burst forth with dazzling light.
He swept his longsword forward, unleashing waves of invisible sword energy.
That was no longer any known sword intent belonging to this world of high martial arts.
Instead, it incorporates his insights from many worlds, and carries a hint of what he learned in the cosmic sea: cutting off illusions and returning to the initial state of being.
"ah!"
A large number of the demonic cult's followers fell, but new ones quickly took their place.
Xu Qingzhou plunged back into the crowd.
The sword light no longer pursues complex and varied moves, but only the ultimate speed and the purest destruction.
With each swing of the sword, one or even several followers fell to the ground.
The gray-black aura surrounding them was frozen and then crushed the moment it came into contact with the chilling sword light.
Xu Qingzhou showed no mercy and stopped dodging, tearing apart the encirclement of numerous followers with an almost tyrannical manner.
They broke through straight towards the last trace of connection they sensed.
Snap, snap, snap.
A few crisp slaps rang out in the midst of the fierce fighting, sounding particularly abrupt.
"To be able to break through to the third level of the third realm in such a short time is truly remarkable."
He truly deserves to be called the male lead, a favorite of Heaven.
In that instant, Xu Qingzhou felt a chill run down his spine, and his blood almost froze.
Danger!
More dangerous than ever before!
Xu Qingzhou turned around abruptly, holding the Heavenly Sword horizontally in front of him. The sword shimmered with an icy blue light, exuding a chilling aura.
On a hillside not far away, someone was sitting down at some point.
He was dressed in a white robe, almost blending into the surrounding snow.
The man was barefoot, swinging his feet like a child, causing the silver bells on his ankles to jingle.
"It's just a pity that, as a sword cultivator, he's still lacking in experience."
He wore a mask, revealing only his smiling eyes; his face was not visible.
At that moment, those eyes were scrutinizing him with great interest.
There was no malice intended; it was more like they were admiring some interesting collectible.
"Thousands, things, life."
Xu Qingzhou spoke each word slowly and deliberately, with absolute certainty.
The man smiled, neither denying nor admitting it.
"It seems she told you a lot, really..."
When he spoke of her, the smile in his eyes deepened.
"It makes people jealous."
Xu Qingzhou keenly caught that fleeting emotional fluctuation in him.
"You like her?"
"I love it!"
The man admitted it openly and frankly, without the slightest hint of shame.
Xu Qingzhou tightened his grip on his sword, his heart heavy.
The man didn't care about his thoughts, tilted his head, and spoke with obvious longing in his tone.
"I like her so much that I want to lock her up and grow flowers just for me."
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