They look so alike
Lin Huaiyu flew into the fray, his brows furrowed. Several sect leaders and elders from the immortal sects joined forces, yet they couldn't gain the slightest advantage in their duel with the Demon Lord and his companion.
He effortlessly parried the Demon Lord's fierce palm strike, and with a backhand strike, forced the Demon Lord to take a half-step back. At the same time, he glanced sideways at Si Li, his words laced with sarcasm: "Didn't you claim to be a half-immortal? How come you can't even fight this Demon Lord to a draw? Is it because you're incompetent, or is Sect Leader Si simply unwilling to go all out?"
“You…” Sili was choked by his words, her face flushed red, and she hastily tried to retaliate, but the Demon Lord easily neutralized her attack.
Lin Huaiyu snorted coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed another palm strike. It seemed effortless and without any force, but the Demon Lord reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, his demonic energy surging as he barely managed to block it, his body swaying. "Back then, Qi Mo of Cangmin Mountain, with only his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, utterly defeated over a hundred demons. How come you're so weak now, even at the Mahayana stage?" His gaze was piercing, like torches.
Sili was rendered speechless by his rebuttal, his face turning pale. He couldn't possibly refute it; how could he possibly kill his ally, the Demon Lord?
The Demon Lord's sinister gaze lingered on Sili for a moment. He had just broken through the seal Qi Mo had set up years ago, and his demonic power had not yet fully recovered. Facing Lin Huaiyu in his prime, he had no chance of winning. As for Wu Chuan, he showed no intention of helping at all, merely maneuvering around with the other elders like a cat playing with a mouse.
The Demon Lord closed his eyes, finally unable to contain his rage, and shouted sharply, "Wu Chuan! Can't you do something productive?!"
"Isn't this what I'm doing?" Wu Chuan casually replied while repelling an elder who attacked him. "Didn't I help you hold these guys back? If I wasn't there, they would have swarmed you and you would have been in even more trouble." He shrugged helplessly, his tone tinged with a bit of roguishness. "Besides, I can't beat him. Going up there would be pointless."
Upon hearing this, Lin Huaiyu turned to look at Wuchuan, a hint of barely perceptible doubt flashing in her eyes.
Forced into a desperate retreat by Lin Huaiyu, the Demon Lord, with nowhere left to go, suddenly transformed into a thick cloud of black mist and entered Wu Chuan's body!
This time, Wu Chuan was speechless. He sighed, his tone full of disdain: "So, you resort to this when you can't beat them?"
Before he could finish speaking, Baili Xi's sword, gleaming with cold light, had already pierced close. Wu Chuan, or rather Bai Ji, easily parried the sword's edge with a raised hand. The longsword, struck by him, seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, changing direction and shooting straight towards Qin Wu, who was still recovering and not yet fully conscious!
Bai Ji looked at Baili Xi, who was dressed in a red dress and holding a long sword, and said with undisguised sarcasm, "You're not a sword cultivator, what are you pretending for with that broken sword?"
The power contained in this sword strike was extraordinary; if Qin Wuke were to be struck, he would be in grave danger.
Bai Ji frowned, his gaze quickly turning towards Lin Huaiyu's direction. He saw Lin Huaiyu already moving, rushing towards Qin Wu.
Is it too late?
A hint of worry was barely concealed in Bai Ji's eyes.
However, the next moment!
An immense pressure erupted like a dormant volcano, sweeping across the entire Wuji Platform! It was the awe-inspiring sword intent unleashed without reservation by a Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator!
An ancient longsword appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of Qin Wu. The sword trembled and burst out with dazzling light. It was Su Tian!
Qin Wu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with sharp light. The spiritual energy that had been surging wildly within his body was now like a tamed torrent, flowing powerfully and orderly through every meridian. He reached out and firmly grasped the hilt of the Su Tian Sword!
"Buzz—!"
A powerful sword intent emanated from him, spreading outwards like ripples on water! The flying sword that attacked him made slight contact with this surging sword energy and was easily repelled as if it had hit an invisible barrier, letting out a mournful cry before falling to the ground with its spiritual light dimmed.
Bai Chuan and Yun Qian, who were closest to Qin Wu, remained seated calmly. The raging sword energy seemed to possess its own consciousness, cleverly bypassing them without causing them any harm.
Baili Xi frowned and quickly exchanged a glance with Sili in the air. But at that moment, a pure and chilling demonic energy, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, attacked her heart meridian without warning!
Bai Ji snorted coldly, his voice carrying a chilling edge: "You've had your fill of acting. You have to take one person with you to make it a worthwhile deal, right?"
The demonic energy came too fast and too cunningly, and Baili Xi was caught off guard and struck in the heart meridian.
"Trying a sneak attack?" A lazy voice sounded behind Bai Ji. Lin Huaiyu had appeared at some point, but did not intervene, simply watching with his arms crossed.
Bai Ji paid no attention to Lin Huaiyu behind him, his gaze fixed on Sili in the air, his tone as cold as iron: "I am giving him a taste of his own medicine."
Sili frowned, his heart filled with suspicion and uncertainty. Why had Wuchuan suddenly turned against Baili Xi? Weren't they allies?
"Useless." Bai Ji coldly uttered two words.
The next second, thick black mist enveloped his entire body, the space distorted, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
Lin Huaiyu was too lazy to waste words with Sili. In a flash, he appeared next to Yun Qian.
Sili hovered in mid-air, looking at the still-undissipated trapping formation around him, and then at the three people from Cangmin Mountain below who, though disheveled, were still alive. His face was so gloomy it could drip water.
Not a single one died... What a waste of all that planning!
However, it wasn't all without gains. Yun Qian, a mere cultivator, actually withstood seven bolts of heavenly lightning; her true cultivation level had likely already surpassed the Nascent Soul stage. The previously unremarkable longsword in Qin Wu's hand was actually the hidden divine artifact, Su Tian. And Lin Huaiyu had clearly sided with Cangmin Mountain.
Excessive consumption of spiritual energy left Yun Qian's face drained of color, turning her ashen white. She sat helplessly on the ground, her pale robes stained with blood, a shocking sight.
Qin Wu fully regained consciousness, and the first thing he saw was his senior sister's frail appearance. A hundred years ago, she was the one who shielded him from the tribulation lightning; a hundred years later, it was still her.
Yun Qian looked at her junior brother's face, which instantly crumbled, filled with self-blame and heartache, and didn't even have the strength to comfort him. Why did she, the senior sister, always seem to be taking care of a child? Just as she was sighing inwardly and preparing to say something, she saw Bai Chuan slap Qin Wu on the back of the head.
"What are you standing there for? Do something you can!" Bai Chuan said, raising his hand to slowly channel gentle spiritual energy into Yun Qian's body.
The damage caused by the heavenly tribulation could not be healed by ordinary spiritual power, and Yun Qian's body was extremely fragile at the moment. Bai Chuan carefully used his spiritual power to protect her heart meridian before daring to continue sending spiritual power to nourish her depleted meridians.
Qin Wu was also jolted awake by the slap and immediately suppressed his turbulent emotions. He had just advanced in cultivation and had only withstood the weakest first strike of heavenly lightning, making him the one with the most abundant spiritual energy among the three. Without hesitation, he sat down and continuously transferred his pure spiritual energy to Yun Qian.
Lin Huaiyu also squatted down and sat on the other side of Yun Qian. Her gentle yet powerful spiritual energy flowed like a warm current, carefully merging into Yun Qian's body. It complemented her own spiritual energy, accelerating the repair of those shocking internal injuries.
Yun Qian turned her head slightly to look at Lin Huaiyu. Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, carrying an indescribable complex emotion, as if she were looking through him at another distant figure.
Lin Huaiyu keenly grasped the meaning behind that gaze. He didn't know who Yun Qian was looking at through him, but he was certain that it wasn't Lin Huaiyu.
Just then, Yun Qian slowly raised a weak and powerless hand and, from a short distance, vaguely covered Lin Huaiyu's eyebrows and forehead.
They look so alike.
Lin Huaiyu's half-face, especially the contours of her eyes and brow bone, is so similar to that silent and gentle person deep in my memory.
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