Chapter 119 The Unsolvable Gap and the Unbreakable Knot
The scalding suction from the heart, like boiling water poured into the bloody wound, burned through the skin and flesh, violently tearing off the heart's outer layer, and then piercing into the heart, as sharp as the barbs of the silver lock that was abandoned that night.
It was less of a soft kiss and more of a savage invasion.
The broken wolf fangs that had been embedded deep in his heart for years suddenly shifted and twisted wildly. His pupils constricted into vertical lines, and he gasped for breath as if he couldn't control his breathing.
All senses were completely disrupted by this kiss.
A snowy night. Wolves howling.
An abandoned baby. A stabbing pain in my heart.
The old wound on his chest was like a forbidden zone guarded by a pack of wolves, suddenly intruded upon, dragging Leng Xue back to that night in an instant. He tilted his head back, his spine feeling like it was about to crack, and a heart-wrenching howl burst forth from the depths of his chest, wild and shrill.
The sound of fabric rubbing together was suddenly amplified, and his joints trembled. His eyes were bloodshot as he tore off his clothes, as violently as if he were tearing apart prey.
Qi Tang's heart skipped a beat. She grabbed his hand, which had suddenly cooled down, and bent down in a panic: "What... what's wrong?"
She lowered her head, her shallow breaths brushing against her chest, sharp as swords.
The tear in his chest had healed, so how could he...?
His cold-blooded chest heaved violently, and in the blink of an eye, he pounced on her neck like a wolf, his canine teeth stabbing down, intending to bite through her throat.
With a 'bang,' his joints braced against the bricks, and Qi Tang was tackled to the ground. Her mahogany dress was torn to shreds in an instant, and his cold, wet lips and teeth dug into her flesh.
Her bones went weak, and she stared wide-eyed at those piercing blue eyes, unable to recover for a long time.
...Is this an inner demon?
Just because I kissed him?
If she were merely a mortal, he would likely have torn her flesh and chewed her bones, drinking her blood until she died. Fortunately, although her bones were soft, her flesh, forged from black iron, was absolutely indestructible.
Qi Tang stood there, dazed and confused. She only had time to think for a moment about how to bring him back to his senses before she had no time to think about it.
Because he was going to tear her clothes off!
Then, an untimely, chilling phrase echoed in her ears: 'The sheath is the placenta of the coward.'
rogue! !
He was even nibbling at his own neck; wasn't that just like human mating?
She trembled, clutched her chest tightly with her hands, and couldn't help but scream, pushing him away.
She's a proper sword, not looking for that kind of master!
Fearing she would be stripped naked and bitten indiscriminately, she hurriedly fled behind a tattered blue curtain and tightly covered her mouth.
Humans are terrifying. How could they do such a thing? She said she liked him, but that's utter nonsense.
Suddenly, a series of earth-shattering sounds echoed in the room, and all the tables, chairs, and porcelain within a three-zhang radius of Leng Xue shattered on the ground.
......
The door to the inn shook violently as he slammed it, and the room was almost a complete ruin. If Qi Tang hadn't cast a silence spell and used magic to imprison him inside, the inn would probably have been torn down by him.
After an unknown amount of time, the noise inside the house finally subsided.
Qi Tang breathed a sigh of relief, leaning her shoulders and back against the roof pillar. Fortunately, the new master was only a mortal, otherwise, with her rudimentary magic, she really wouldn't have been able to trap him.
It was only at this moment that she truly began to acknowledge Song Ju for the first time. Even without practicing magic, swordsmanship could be incredibly dangerous! Especially for a beautiful and kind-hearted swordswoman like herself.
Unfortunately, hatred is far more profound than love, and she will never forgive Song Ju.
Before she could recount Song Ju's cold-blooded and ruthless cases, she suddenly heard a chilling sound of flesh being torn apart.
The smell of blood wafted to her nose, and she paused, then turned around abruptly.
He met her cold, indifferent eyes in an instant.
He was shirtless, his head bowed and back hunched, his protruding spine slightly bent to one side, every muscle in his shoulder blade crisscrossed with blue veins and scars, and when his emerald green vertical pupils turned to stare at her, he looked more like a heartless sword than a hunting wolf.
All that remains is the cold temperature and the broken, chipped edges.
—Like that unsheathed sword.
But even wild beasts and swords don't harm themselves, yet he does!
His canine teeth were deeply embedded in his left arm, gnawing and tearing at it, exposing the flesh and even the bone.
Human blood and wolf blood flowed into his mouth together, and the stench of the blood and the excruciating pain were closer to reality than anything else in the world.
Even if it comes at the cost of injury.
Qi Tang's amber eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly stepped forward to stop him, afraid that he would bite her to death. She blurted out anxiously, "Let go!"
Her brows furrowed in pain from her toothache. Ever since the junior sister of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect got a Cloud-Riding Dog, this phrase had become her catchphrase.
Qi Tang never imagined that one day she would be able to use those words on her new owner. At that time, she didn't know that soon even her dog training experience would be useful on her new owner.
A flash of cold light, and she had only come within three zhang of him when the unsheathed sword thrust forward.
He seemed to have completely lost his mind; every sword strike was meant to draw blood, and if no blood was drawn, he would stab himself.
Amidst the flashing swords and blood, Qi Tang's clothes became increasingly shrunken. If it were anyone else, she would surely have thought the swordsman was a shameless libertine.
But he showed no mercy to himself either, his body riddled with bloody holes from being stabbed. Instead of slowing down, he moved faster and more ruthlessly.
This person is not afraid of pain, injury, or death; he injures himself with every sword strike and risks his life with every sword strike.
Who on earth is this person? She was in agony, her mind filled with only one thought: Why did I kiss him... Why did I kiss him!
This man is practically a living devil. If she hadn't been a spirit of the sword, she would probably have been torn to pieces by him countless times.
Without a moment to doubt whether she herself was also under a spell, she gritted her teeth and stepped forward to grip the sword he was about to plunge into her shoulder. If she continued to hurt herself like this, he would really die in front of her.
Even if you can't be the master, you can't be a dead person.
The two fell to the ground together, broken porcelain and splinters embedded deep in their back muscles. He groaned, but his blue eyes grew even more bloodthirsty. The sword in his hand suddenly thrust back, as if to pierce her palm and penetrate her neck.
His speed, strength, and swordsmanship after his serious injury far surpassed his previous level. Qi Tang gasped for breath and desperately leaned back, forced by his killing intent and ruthlessness to the point of wanting to retreat.
But no matter whether you advance or retreat, even if you don't harm him, he will still hurt himself.
Who can save her? How can this situation be so unsolvable?
Her arm ached from being pressed down. She struggled to turn her head and looked at the wooden sign under her elbow. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she stammered, "Leng, Ling, Qi, wake up... I was wrong!"
If one is possessed by a demon, repeatedly calling its name can bring a moment of clarity. A person with a strong will may be able to break free from the nightmare.
However, she did not know that this name was the shortest curse in the world.
His throat muscles contracted sharply, and the buzzing in his ears grew louder and louder, as if hot oil had been poured into a pan, completely awakening the wolfish nature deeply ingrained in his soul.
He let out increasingly furious howls, completely interrupting her unfinished words. The porcelain shards scattered on the ground shattered into powder, like a signal before a wolf pack's slaughter.
Even if Qi Tang was stupid, she could guess that she had once again stumbled upon her new master's violent wounds by mistake.
She was so anxious she almost bit her tongue off. This time she really wanted to cry. How could someone be so unlucky as her?
But he was the one who started it all, inexplicably kissing her and even sucking on her lips.
I truly regret my actions.
Why didn't you learn the art of breaking through barriers properly? I hate Song Ju.
The blade hummed, and those irrational, emerald-green vertical eyes drew ever closer to her, their lips pale and bluish from blood loss.
We can only take this one gamble.
She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes tightly, and let the half-baked mantra circulate in her mind.
The purplish-red light completely enveloped the two of them.
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The first thing to pierce the eardrum was a sharp cry from a baby.
Her pupils dilated suddenly, and a desolate full moon was reflected in the amber-colored lake. A blood-stained silver lock flashed before her eyes.
She strained her eyes to see the words engraved on the blood-stained lock.
The heavy shadows of the trees were stained white by the snow, and the shattered snowflakes fell like tears. It hurt so much. Qi Tang covered her cheeks with her trembling hands.
A sharp pain shot through her chest, blood gushing out. The howling of wolves seemed to shatter her skull. She turned abruptly, clutching her head, and stumbled toward the cliff edge. "Wake up!"
Her soul was trapped in the barrier, and she dared not call his name anymore.
But he couldn't hurt himself anymore. If this person died here, how would she get out?
Amidst the deafening howls of wolves and flashing swords, she frantically hugged him tightly from behind, her hands binding his wrists. "These are all nightmare signs, wake up... don't hurt yourself anymore."
The skin and flesh at the junction seemed to be drenched in molten iron; his heart pounded, and every joint in his body trembled.
The temperature of her touch felt like she was clutching a trembling piece of ice. Her heart clenched, and as she looked up, her feet suddenly lost their footing.
The solid cliff face shattered and collapsed like a mirror, and a violent sense of weightlessness washed over me.
The world was upside down and twisted, and they fell together.
In the fierce wind, black and green hair intertwined, tied into an unbreakable knot.
Then it plummeted endlessly.
...
A suffocating sensation washed over her nasal cavity, and Qi Tang suddenly opened her eyes.
Her eyes stung and ached, and all she could see were shimmering water ripples and distorted, overlapping tree shadows. She clenched the pebble in her palm and struggled to sit up.
Water from her tattered clothes splattered onto the ground like beads from a broken string. Her torn dress clung tightly to her skin as she gasped for breath, splashing water droplets that rippled across the river.
The tightness in her chest eased a little, and she shook her head, spitting out the water stuck in her throat, and stumbled to her feet.
Her feet sank into the gravel, drawing blood instantly. She looked down, staring at the small scrapes on her feet, her eyes trembling slightly.
As dusk fell, a biting mountain wind, carrying the scent of pine needles and withered branches, swept across the scene like a knife, and she surprisingly felt very cold.
She shrugged, her legs trembling as she sat down on a fallen, withered tree. Gazing at the deep mountain forest, her heart sank to the bottom.
Oh no, how could there be such an unlucky sword spirit in this world?
Instead of breaking through the barrier, he was pulled into his own inner demons.
That damned Leng Lingqi, is he really my nemesis? She punched a withered branch, but before she could vent her anger, she cried out in pain, clutching her scraped knuckles with tears in her eyes.
Not only did her soul enter the barrier, but she also inadvertently wasted her spiritual power to help him create the barrier.
Every moment inside the barrier was her hard work. Leng Lingqi, how are you going to repay what you owe me?
She completely abandoned her half-baked magic, crushing the withered branch in her palm while muttering to herself, "Cold spiritual energy, you don't have any spiritual energy either, damn it."
"No, I have to find him to break the barrier quickly, what am I going to do if I run out of spiritual power?"
As if she had thought of something terrible, she shook her head frantically, lifted the tattered skirt hanging on her body, and walked into the depths of the mountains.
Completely unaware that a pack of ferocious wolves and a wretched wolf cub awaited them ahead.
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Author's Note: I'm back!!
Next up is the wolf training operation!
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