Huang Jingtian's heart jolted violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer. The heart of the Emperor Jingji felt as if it were about to leap out of his throat.
He stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to see who it was, but his vision was instantly enveloped by a powerful, suffocating force.
This force was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping the throat of the Emperor Jingji, preventing him from uttering a single sound.
His breathing became extremely difficult, and a low whimper came from his throat, as if life was being slowly pulled out of his body.
In extreme fear and despair, the Prince of Jingji looked forward with difficulty and finally saw that the person in front of him was Yuan Zhexian!
Yuan Zhexian stood there expressionless, one hand gripping the neck of the Shocking Emperor's son like an iron clamp.
The prince's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
He tried his best to break free from Yuan Zhexian's restraints, but no matter how much he struggled, that hand remained as steady as a mountain, showing no sign of loosening.
As Yuan Zhexian watched the Emperor's son's futile struggle, a cold smile crept onto his lips.
His voice was cold and ruthless, as if it came from hell: "I gave you a chance to live, but you wasted it."
"Then let's hit the road now."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhexian suddenly tightened his grip on the neck of the Emperor Jingji.
With a sharp "crack," the prince's neck snapped in shock.
His body seemed to lose its support, and he slumped down limply.
Immediately after Yuan Zhexian exerted his strength, Huang Jingtian's body instantly transformed into specks of starlight and spiritual energy, and then disappeared into the world.
After doing all this, Yuan Zhexian clapped his hands expressionlessly, as if he had just done a trivial little thing.
He turned around and said to Tai'a Qingcheng, "Boring."
Tai'a Qingcheng didn't watch Yuan Zhexian kill Huang Jingtian at all; instead, she stared curiously at Yuan Taixu, who had returned with Yuan Zhexian.
Just then, Tai'a Qingcheng suddenly pointed at Yuan Taixu and asked with a face full of curiosity, "Immortal, who is this?"
Her voice was clear and melodious, like heavenly music.
At this time, Yuan Taixu was no longer the ignorant child he was six thousand years ago.
The trials of time have made him mature and steady, and he is well-versed in the ways of dealing with people.
In fact, he had noticed the incredibly beautiful woman in front of him earlier, and from her interaction with his master, he keenly sensed the relationship between the two.
Without hesitation, Yuan Taixu stepped forward, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed to Tai'a Qingcheng, saying, "Disciple Yuan Taixu greets Master's Wife!"
His movements were elegant and natural, clearly the result of careful consideration.
That cry of "Master's wife" was like a thunderclap, exploding in Tai'a Qingcheng's ears.
She hadn't expected this to happen at all; her beautiful eyes widened in shock, and her face showed a look of astonishment.
When Tai'a Qingcheng came to her senses, she hurriedly stepped forward to help Yuan Taixu up, and said somewhat stammeringly, "Uh...okay...okay...get up quickly!"
Her voice trembled slightly, clearly she hadn't fully recovered from the shock.
Then, Tai'a Qingcheng looked at Yuan Zhexian with a puzzled expression, as if waiting for his explanation.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhexian smiled slightly and said, "Taixu is a disciple I took in in that realm. Back then, I accidentally fell into a spatial rift, but fortunately, I was rescued by the people from their village."
"After observing this child Taixu, I found that his talent and aptitude were comparable to Haoran's! Moreover, he possessed the supreme sword body—the Taixu Sword Body. With such talent, his future achievements will probably be even more astonishing than Haoran's!"
"That's why the idea of taking on apprentices suddenly came to my mind."
"But this child is truly remarkable. In six thousand years, his strength has already reached the level of a supreme being."
Upon hearing this, Tai'a Qingcheng immediately turned her gaze to Yuan Taixu.
She stared at him and discovered that although his body showed no signs of spiritual energy fluctuations, it contained another kind of terrifying energy that made her heart tremble.
Tai'a Qingcheng secretly praised her, then stretched out her jade-like hand, which was as white as mutton fat.
In an instant, an unparalleled sword appeared in her hand like a phantom.
The sword shimmered with dazzling light, and runes flowed faintly across its blade, clearly indicating that it was an extremely precious magical artifact.
Holding the Supreme Emperor Sword, Tai'a Qingcheng smiled at Yuan Taixu and said, "Uh... Taixu, this sword is something I obtained when I killed a Supreme Demon Emperor from the Myriad Spirits World."
"Since you are a sword cultivator, I will bestow this upon you."
Yuan Taixu took a closer look and was immediately drawn to the Supreme Emperor Sword in his master's beautiful hands.
His eyes widened, his face filled with ecstatic joy, and he quickly bowed and clasped his hands, saying, "Thank you for the gift, Master's wife!"
Tai'a Qingcheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile. He nodded gently, then his gaze became somewhat mysterious as he stared intently at Yuan Zhexian. He said slowly, "Zhexian, now I'm going to tell you something that will surprise you. Would you like to hear it?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhexian's heart stirred, and he asked curiously, "Oh? What is it that surprises me so much?"
Tai'a Qingcheng smiled slightly and said slowly, word by word, "You have a younger sister!"
"What?"
Yuan Zhexian was struck dumb, his eyes wide with disbelief, muttering repeatedly, "Sister... sister?"
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