HLnovel Chapter 473 Ao Zhu
Chapter 473 Ao Zhu
"The Northern Region's River Wolves have begun their trials, and many people from various major forces in the Upper Realm have gone."
"That includes my foolish, ignorant younger brother!"
In a human city not far from the Northern Region River, a woman in purple robes wearing a veil took a sip of tea. When she looked up, her golden vertical pupils pierced through the veil, pointing at He Zhui opposite her.
The woman looked at the bustling crowd on the street, her voice as faint as smoke:
"It's just a gathering of powerful beings from the upper realms, why is my lord so worried?"
He Zhui, sitting opposite her, sighed upon hearing this and spoke wearily:
"Ao Zhu, you're still blaming her!"
Ao Zhu, one of the few remaining true dragons in the world, stared intently at He Zhui:
"I don't blame her!"
The woman's voice was stiff and rigid, with a hint of chilling coldness in it. He Zhui took a sip of hot tea.
"Then why haven't disciples from the Northern Region River been invited to the Pearl-Holding Gathering for a thousand years?"
Ao Zhu placed the teacup on the table, and the light veil covering her face fluttered slightly in the breeze, allowing He Zhui to see the dazzling purple gem between her eyebrows.
Sharp as she is.
"Is it wrong for me to not want to see wolf-type disciples in the Vast Dragon Domain?"
He Zhui sighed inwardly, greeted Xue Lan briefly, and then spoke again:
“It’s not easy for Jinguang to guard Beiyuchuan all by himself. Aozhu, I owe you a favor.”
He pleaded in a humble voice, but the person opposite him just smiled slightly.
"Why bother? Why chase after it?"
Ao Zhu's voice was extremely shrill:
"Does Ember hate me?"
"After all, it was I, this reckless dragon, who forcibly barged into the Ice Flower Pool and drove her useless sword master to his death!"
"Ao Zhu!"
He Zhui shouted sharply:
"You can't say that!"
"Why can't you say that?" Ao Zhu raised her hand to isolate this space and lifted the light veil in front of her eyes.
Ao Zhu's appearance was both beautiful and sharp, and her golden pupils were filled with a cold smile, which sent a chill down He Zhui's spine.
It felt as if I was being looked down upon by a giant dragon.
"Didn't my foolish brother already go to force her to resign? Do you think she'll hate me even more now?"
He Zhui calmed himself down and spoke again:
“You know that Ember’s love and hate are very simple. Before the four of us got together, she didn’t even know what love and hate were!”
“Yes!” Ao Zhu nodded with a smile.
"She is Xue Lan's sword spirit, and like the sword master, she always talks about killing!"
“It was the group of us who got together that gave her some emotional connection.”
"But Xue Lan ruined all of this."
The woman leaned forward, the murderous intent in her eyes fading, replaced by a hint of sadness:
"He Zhui, I have never blamed Xue Lan!"
"I just can't figure it out..."
A glint of tears seemed to appear in the Dragon Girl's eyes. The clear sky outside was instantly overcast, and finally, a light rain began to fall.
A winter rain shower creates a spectacular sight. People on the street gasp in amazement as they huddle under the eaves, their conversations quickly drowned out by the sound of the rain.
"I don't understand why she would do that?"
He Zhui dared not look into Ao Zhu's eyes; the young man slightly turned his head away.
"She didn't do it on purpose."
What do you mean she didn't do it on purpose?
Ao Zhu got up from the table, walked to the side, and looked at He Zhui:
He suddenly committed suicide without saying a word, leaving no trace of his body!
"Are you still glad that she didn't use her natal sword, leaving the wolf clan with a fake ruler who can maintain the status quo!"
He Zhui listened to the continuous rain outside, and as if he had made up his mind, he looked up at Ao Zhu:
"She did leave behind a body!"
"That means you don't want to show me!" The dragon girl's voice carried a chilling laugh.
He Zhui shook his head again:
"Her body was used as collateral for me!"
Ao Zhu's expression froze, and the woman's voice was somewhat hoarse, filled with disbelief:
"What did you say?"
"Ao Zhu!"
He Zhui looked into Ao Zhu's eyes and slowly spoke amidst the endless rain, recounting the truth of what happened back then, word by word:
"The one who confronted you in the Ice Flower Pool back then was Xue Lan's soul."
"Lord Wolf King's demonic body was pledged to me before he even returned to the Northern Region River!"
The young man closed his eyes as if he had given up on himself.
"After all, I am the ruler of the Thousand Realms of Ghosts. In a life-or-death transaction, everyone must pay a price!"
The wind and snow in Beiyue City were somewhat obscuring the view. Behind Jinguang, a celestial sword floated, and a bright red dot was on the toe of his foot.
The woman's eyes were cold and desolate, as if everyone in front of her was already dead.
She slowly took a step forward and kicked aside a severed arm that had fallen into the snow in front of her:
"Have you all forgotten how the Azure Eagle of the Northern River died back then?"
Some people hiding in the wind and snow couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.
Back then, the wolf clan and the eagle clan fought for control of the Northern River. While Xue Lan was away guarding the desolate region, the eagle clan colluded with the demons to launch a surprise attack on the wolf clan, killing Xue Lan's younger brother, Xue Cheng.
Upon learning the news, Xue Lan rushed back from the desolate region, brutally murdered Cang Diao, and, in order to personally annihilate his soul, cleaved open the Thousand Realms of Ghosts with a single sword strike, pointing her sword at the Lord of the Ghost Realm!
As Jin Guang looked at the dark figures standing in front of him, some of them began to have second thoughts and were clutching their teleportation artifacts, preparing to run away.
A cold smile curled at the corner of the woman's lips:
"mob."
Just then, a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly rang out from the wind and snow:
"Fellow Daoists, the Chief Lord of the Northern River Wolves is extremely ruthless. You will all depart today..."
Aren't you afraid she'll come knocking on your door someday?
The few figures who were itching to leave froze in place, then all looked at Xue Lan.
Xue Lan, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, spoke softly:
"The Lin family?"
The inner demon glanced at the scene on the light screen and spoke:
"The human cultivator deliberately concealed his aura."
"However, those who are so furtive and afraid to be seen are most likely members of the Lin family."
The woman had a faint smile on her lips:
"In the entire Upper Realm, there is probably no one who wants you dead more than Lin Qi!"
Looking at the heavy snow in the Northern Region, Xue Tong spoke with concern:
"Can Ember defeat these people?"
Xue Lan flexed her wrists:
"Of course not. Don't be fooled by the fact that the other side is a motley crew. There are many demon lords at the fifteenth level and human cultivators at the Integration stage among them."
"They are quite strong, but they each have their own agendas and are all afraid of dying."
"what?"
Xue Tong looked anxiously at Xue Lan:
"Think of something! Haven't you heard of a novice punching a master but the rest of the master can be defeated?"
Xue Lan looked at the red thread on her wrist and spoke softly:
"She is merely my natal sword..."
"Fortunately, she is my natal sword!"
A faint red light flew out from the red causal line and then disappeared into the light curtain.
In the Ice and Snow Pool of the Northern Region, the Silver Moon Wolf demon body, which had been sleeping at the bottom of the water, suddenly stirred, and a snow-white wolf head sprouted from its severed neck...