Chapter 39
Yan Bujian wanted to reach out to Lin Yibai, but his fingertips only hovered half an inch above her cheek and could not fall any further.
Tiny droplets of blood still clung to the girl's eyelashes, like condensed morning dew that would crumble at the slightest touch. The dark red blood that had flowed from her lips had long since solidified into a scab, forming a small, dark patch on her neck, a stark contrast to her pale, almost translucent skin.
His gaze slowly moved downwards, finally fixed on her chest - the sword that he had stabbed with his own hands was still embedded in her flesh, and the blood stains on the sword tassel had now turned black and hard, like a hideous brand, burning fiercely in his eyes.
"It was me..." He whispered in a broken voice, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, and each word was as hoarse as if it had been ground. "I killed you."
Even though the torture of the pink-clothed female cultivator completely deprived her of her life force, it was the sword he stabbed into her without hesitation in his rage that first pushed her into the abyss of death!
He only remembered her cruelty and viciousness in front of others, but deliberately ignored the gentleness buried in hatred - the gentle reminder when the poison was planted in the dungeon, the healing medicine secretly delivered to him late at night, the stone marrow milk happily handed to him in the maze... and the knowing smile at the seaside when the two of them survived the desperate situation.
Details masked by hatred transformed into thousands of sharp blades, piercing his heart. Grief, anger, and self-blame surged through his chest like magma, instantly breaking through the dam of reason. Yan Bujian suddenly raised his head and let out a heartbreaking howl. The extreme pain and despair contained in the sound startled the birds and animals in the distant mountains and forests and scattered them. Even the two men in the fierce battle could not help but pause for a moment.
Yet no one cast a glance his way.
The joys and sorrows of ants are never worth the attention of the strong.
However, in this corner that they could not see, the bloody birthmark at the corner of Yan Bujian's eye suddenly trembled violently!
The burning pain spread from his skin to his bone marrow, as if something was about to burst out of his bones and blood, burning half of his cheeks flushed.
The next moment, the red light surged, and a condensed blood-red sword shadow suddenly broke free from his birthmark, hovering in the air with a sharp buzzing sound.
That sword was no ordinary iron. Its blade shone a sinister dark red, as if tempered by smelting blood. Its surface undulated like jagged joints, crisscrossed like broken edges, a glaring sight. A thick, bloody light swirled across the blade, like the breath of a living being, its every flicker emitting a nearly suffocating aura of ferocity.
Yan Bujian looked at the blood sword in front of him, without a trace of shock in his eyes, only a dead desolation.
He finally saw it again.
The next moment, memories flooded him like a broken dam—
That year, a demon from the depths of the Black Wind Territory razed the village to the ground. A thick demonic aura filled the air, uprooting trees and reducing houses to ruins. Hidden behind a pile of firewood by his mother, the young boy watched as his father, trying to protect her, was torn apart by the demon's claws. He watched as his mother, clutching his father's body, cried out in despair before being devoured by the demon.
He was only two years old at the time, barely able to stand, yet his mind was gripped by utter hatred and despair. It was at moments like these that the bloody sword suddenly appeared, wielding devastating power, slashing the massive demon into ash.
That time and that moment is just like this moment.
The sword could slay demons, but it couldn't save his parents; it could avenge his hatred, but it couldn't bring back his happiness. Now it appears again, but once again it can only allow the girl before it to die.
"Why... do you always have to wait until I'm gone before you show up?" He raised his hand and gently stroked the sword, muttering softly. The cool touch spread from his fingertips to his heart, clearing his chaotic mind a little.
The blood sword trembled slightly in his palm, as if wailing, and as if mocking.
With the appearance of the blood sword, the bloodshot in his eyes slowly faded away, and the violent and agitated aura around him stagnated as if frozen, and even his breathing became slow and heavy.
But the murderous intent in those dark eyes grew stronger, like a deep pool brewing a fierce undercurrent, and every turn revealed a heart-pounding coldness.
She saved his life, so he should repay her with his.
Just before that...
Yan Bujian slowly leaned over and carefully lifted Lin Yibai's cold body into his arms, feeling her body as light as a feather. He gently wiped the blood scab from her lips with his sleeve, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid to break a rare treasure. His fingertips brushed across her pale cheek, and he felt only the biting coldness.
He whispered in her ear: "Wait for me, I will avenge you."
The moment he let her go, he clenched his right hand, and the sword that had pierced her heart suddenly disintegrated into pieces, transforming into a stream of silver air that melted towards the blood sword suspended in the air.
The next moment, he suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze like a poisonous blade, locking directly on Su Ruo who was in fierce battle!
The remaining spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, flowing along his meridians to his palm, and then completely merged into the blood sword. The blood sword, which was already glowing red, instantly burst into a dazzling light, and the ancient patterns on the sword illuminated, emitting a low humming sound.
At this moment, Su Ruo was locked in a fierce battle with Xiao Mi. The pale cold fire surrounding Xiao Mi intensified, transforming into sharp blades that repeatedly slashed at Su Ruo. The cold fire froze the ground into a thick layer of white frost, and every collision was accompanied by the crisp sound of ice crackling. Su Ruo, controlling a giant shield and spear formed from demonic energy, was caught in a dilemma. His pink robe had long been ripped by the cold fire. Blood from the corners of his mouth dripped down his chin, forming red plum blossoms on the ground.
She couldn't help but frown: the degree of her fusion with this body... seemed not as high as she expected. Now, fighting with the demon lord who was bound in the mortal body, she was actually at a disadvantage.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice that a deadly murderous intent was quietly gathering behind her.
The next moment, Yan Bujian loosened his fingertips, and the blood sword shot out like an arrow!
The sword was so fast that tiny cracks appeared in the space wherever it passed, and the air was torn apart. It rushed straight towards the back of Su Ruo's head with a sharp whistle that broke through the air!
"laugh--"
The murderous intent came so fast that Su Ruo didn't realize the danger until it was approaching - she saw a flash of blood, and Su Ruo, who had just ducked to avoid it, felt a piercing pain in her right ear. Warm blood gushed out instantly, flowing down her neck into her collar, dyeing the pink dress a glaring red!
She turned her head in horror, only to see her right ear dropped to the ground, the auricle still twitching slightly. And looking towards the direction where the sword came from -
Not far away, Yan Bujian was sitting on the ground exhausted, his face as pale as paper and his lips bloodless. It was obvious that he had exhausted all his spiritual power and even maintained a sitting posture with difficulty.
"Looking for death!" Su Ruo's eyes turned red with anger due to the severe pain, and his dark pupils were instantly filled with furious murderous intent.
She didn't bother to fight with Xiao Mi, and turned around suddenly. The demonic energy in her palm condensed crazily, turning into a pitch-black spear about ten feet long with a cold light flashing at the tip. Then she threw it out fiercely, killing Yan Bujian with the momentum of destroying the world!
Yan Bujian looked at the spear rushing towards him, without any fear in his eyes, but instead a sense of relief gradually emerged.
Maybe that's just as well.
If he died right now, it would be considered as repaying the life debt he owed her. When he reached the underworld, he could ask her and get an answer...
He slowly closed his eyes.
But the expected severe pain has not yet come——
The next moment, the ground suddenly shook violently! As if an earthquake had occurred, the gravel underfoot trembled, and the blood-red mist around him seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, frantically gathering towards Yan Bujian's feet.
In just a few breaths, the blood mist that filled the mountains and forests disappeared without a trace, revealing the originally gray sky.
At this moment, the ground beneath Yan Bujian's feet suddenly cracked into a deep crack, and a blood-red vortex slowly emerged from the crack.
"boom!"
The vortex suddenly exerted force the moment it took shape. Yan Bujian only felt a huge pulling force coming from the ground, pulling his body down fiercely!
The pitch-black spear flew past the corner of his clothes and slammed heavily into a rock in the distance, creating a piece of rubble. The rock was instantly corroded into powder by the demonic energy.
Seeing Yan Bujian suddenly disappear, Su Ruo was so angry that she let out a sharp roar. She rushed forward, raised her hand and attacked the vortex fiercely, but the evil energy penetrated into it and was like a drop in the ocean, all the attacks were dissipated, and not even a trace was left.
She watched Yan Bujian disappear before her eyes, the murderous intent in her eyes almost overflowing. She wanted to chase him in, but her eyes turned cold and she looked at the quiet boy beside her.
Xiao Mi stood aside, the pale cold fire between his eyebrows gradually subsided. He looked at the vortex, a trace of fear emerged in his eyes, and then turned to look at Lin Yibai's body. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and finally turned into a cold snort, and then turned into a gray afterimage, and suddenly ran towards where Su Ruo was!
Su Ruo was shocked when she saw this. She thought he was going to attack her again, but the next moment she suddenly realized -
No! His target is this vortex!
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A corner that no one pays attention to.
A faint green color quietly surged in the land beneath Lin Yibai.
Roots as thin as silver threads slowly emerged from deep within her dantian, piercing through her skin and burying themselves in the soil. As soon as they came into contact with the dark green sap left behind by the melted corpse of the evil-eating demon, they absorbed nutrients like a gentle rain. A flash of jade-like light flashed across the originally slender roots, and they grew thicker and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye... until the fresh green gradually faded, transforming into a mysterious dark gold!
Countless roots spread rapidly in the soil, and then spread upwards, like a dense net, gently wrapping the girl's body.
Dark golden spiritual light flowed through her roots into her body, and her once cold and stiff body gradually began to warm up. The sword wound on her chest was surrounded by spiritual light, and the broken flesh healed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The new skin was as delicate as a baby's, gradually covering the hideous wound.
Under the influence of spiritual light, the meridians that were eroded by the evil spirit came back to life like dead trees, and even the blocked and damaged areas were repaired. The spiritual power, which was several times stronger, began to flow through her meridians again.
The blood scab on her lips slowly fell off, revealing the lips underneath which were gradually regaining their red color. Then her nostrils twitched slightly, and she seemed to be breathing weakly.
After a moment, the spiritual light suddenly converged and retreated into her dantian like a tide, turning into a tiny spiritual root that lay dormant quietly.
The next moment, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, fluttering like butterfly wings. Then, those tightly closed eyes——
Slowly open.
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