These four were all over twenty years older than Luo Jianqing, meaning they had cultivated for twenty more years. Because of this twenty-year gap, while everyone knew Luo Jianqing was one of only two people in the world possessing exceptional physiques, they were often considered inferior to them. They were the pinnacle of the younger generation of Xuantian Continent, known as the "Four Heroes of Xuantian."
Until the battle at Flowing Flame Valley, when Luo Jianqing faced three opponents alone, including Yan Su, and Mo Qiu, the descendant of the Mo family's sinner, also emerged, the two of them became legends after Flowing Flame Valley. When they heard that they might have died in Flowing Flame Valley, many cultivators felt very sad, but now that they have emerged intact, it has added an aura of mystery to their legendary story.
Yun Rong was no Bai Qi. He had already entered the Nascent Soul stage eight years prior, and was no less than the lowest of the "Four Heroes of Xuantian." It was said that Bai Qi had once fought Yun Rong, and lost without even drawing his spear.
Yun Rong stood on the fighting stage and said with a bow, "Fellow Daoist Luo, please be careful."
Luo Jianqing smiled slightly and nodded: "Please!"
boom!
Luo Jianqing had barely finished speaking when the world before him shattered. The disciples in the audience vanished, and the elders in front of Lingyun Hall were nowhere to be seen. The majestic Taihua Mountain suddenly shattered, and the sky was a blood-red. Dark clouds gathered, and silvery electric snakes surged through the thick, leaden clouds.
Luo Jianqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body. His left hand felt like it had been plunged into magma. His spiritual energy was completely drained, his meridians severed, blood soaked his eyes, and even his breath carried a strong smell of blood. His body trembled uncontrollably, and Luo Jianqing realized... his cultivation had suddenly regressed to the late Jindan stage.
The howling wind blew past his ears. Luo Jianqing didn't dare look up, but a resounding voice came over him: "Brother, you have killed countless people. Brother Luo, I will call you Brother for the last time today. You have fallen into the evil path and even murdered Brother Two and Brother Six. This is truly unforgivable and a heinous act. If you are willing to end your life on this cliff of broken love today, then for the sake of our past friendship, I can ask my fellow Taoists to spare your body."
Luo Jianqing slowly raised his head and suddenly saw a group of people.
Hundreds of cultivators surrounded him, each unsheathing their own magical weapons and glaring at him. The leader, wearing the white robes of Mount Taihua and a jade token adorning his waist, bore the seal of Yuxiao Peak's discipleship. His expression was compassionate, seemingly righteous, and in his hand he held... a sword.
The sword was so sharp that it made heaven and earth tremble before it was even unsheathed.
Luo Jianqing looked at the sword blankly and did not speak for a long time.
Li Xiuchen continued, "Luo Jianqing, are you still stubborn and ignorant?"
Luo Jianqing raised his gaze and looked at him.
This handsome, elegant face was already stained with blood, only a pair of narrow, long, phoenix eyes still shone with its former elegance. Luo Jianqing's blood-stained green robe fluttered in the wind. Behind him was the thousand-foot cliff of broken love, and before him stood the righteous people who had been pursuing him for ten days and nights. He looked on in bewilderment, his lips moving, but his throat felt like a thousand-pound rock, blocking his mouth, unable to speak.
Li Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and suddenly drew out the sword.
As the sword was unsheathed, the sound of the wind stopped and the sword light spread out in all directions, which was terrifying.
Li Xiuchen pointed his sword at Luo Jianqing and sternly said, "If that's the case, Luo Jianqing, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you still have a shred of humanity, you should end your own life and not soil this Xuanling Sword that Master gave me!"
"Why... is it this sword?" A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded from Luo Jianqing's throat.
Li Xiuchen said, "Master was worried that I wouldn't be able to subdue you, so he gave me this sword!"
Luo Jianqing felt as if he had been thrown into ten thousand years of ice. His heart melted bit by bit, and every breath seemed to suck in blood. His eyes were blood red, and the endless despair in his heart turned into endless darkness, leaving only the last bit of light.
His voice was hoarse, and he said firmly: "He wants you to... kill me!"
Li Xiuchen paused, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Master once said, seeing a sword is like seeing a person. After you have committed suicide, I will naturally bring your body back to Master and let him know that you have committed suicide and have not brought disgrace upon Yuxiao Peak of Mount Taihua!"
"Li Xiuchen!"
With a snap, the last ray of light vanished in an instant. Luo Jianqing uttered his final, devastated words. The Chasing Sound Sword in his hand had already broken into two pieces. Holding the remaining fragment, Luo Jianqing rushed frantically towards Li Xiuchen. His body was already on the verge of death, but all the physical pain was nothing compared to the wound in his heart!
The greatest sorrow is a dead heart!
More than forty years of master-disciple friendship, more than forty years of living together day and night!
He hid that person deep in his heart. He became the best Taihua Mountain's first disciple for the sake of the etiquette that person followed! He was never himself. He was just the eldest brother of all the junior brothers and sisters in Taihua Mountain, the perfect Taihua Mountain's first disciple, the disciple of his master Xuan Lingzi, and...
No! He is no longer that person's apprentice.
Until now, that man wants to kill him.
The bitterness in his heart overflowed, swallowing Luo Jianqing. His heart had been shattered into a thousand pieces, bleeding profusely. His last remaining hope, his only hope for survival for over forty years, was simply to become that man's disciple, to observe the proper etiquette and be able to even glance at him. And now, what had he gained?
My heart is broken and I am willing to die!
When Luo Jianqing rushed in front of Li Xiuchen, he suddenly threw away the Zhuiyin in his hand.
The Chasing Sound Sword let out a panicked sword cry, but Luo Jianqing no longer wanted to hold it.
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