HLnovel Chapter 276 Opening Ceremony Reveals Splendor
Chapter 276 Opening Ceremony Reveals Splendor
Upon hearing Xue Lan's cold words, the old man in the blue robe's expression changed.
He looked at Xue Lan with his cloudy eyes, his gaze filled with resentment.
"Does Lord Changjun really intend to do this?" The old man's voice was cold, hoarse, and threatening.
"If I were to self-destruct here, all mortals within a thousand miles... would vanish into thin air."
Xue Tong, hiding inside Xue Lan's sleeve, was utterly shocked.
No... am I really that scared?
Looking at the blue-robed elder opposite her, who was clearly terrified yet still trying to bargain, Xue Tong felt for the first time the true extent of Xue Lan's power among the demons.
It truly is... a mountain pressing down on your head, one you can never escape.
She heard Xue Lan's mocking laughter:
"It's only been a thousand years, and you've already forgotten?"
The woman narrowed her gray eyes slightly, seemingly sizing up the old man in blue robes.
"Back then, even when the Demon God self-destructed his demon core, it didn't do anything to me, did it?"
The old man in the blue robe lost his composure immediately after hearing such a calm and indifferent sentence.
Xue Tong was fooled by this person.
Who would have thought that the person who now stands high above, looking down on the Demon High Priest like a dog, is actually just a minor cultivator in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm?
Xue Tong couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "She's really brave!"
The girl silently created a new spreadsheet in the system space:
One Hundred Moments When a Host Captures Your Image
It's definitely worth recording.
The old man, whom Xue Lan called "Listening Slave," had not suffered such humiliation in a thousand years, but he dared not refute her, and did not even have the courage to look Xue Lan in the eye.
There was really no other way; Xue Lan was just too terrifying.
It was so terrifying that even after a thousand years, when he saw this girl before him, he would instantly recall the blood pool between life and death a thousand years ago.
Amidst the icy chill, the pool of blood beneath their feet froze into ice. Despite its immense power, it was instantly frozen by the woman in white, losing all its strength.
One man, one sword, venturing alone into the Nine Heavens Demon Realm...
Wait... a sword?
The old man looked at the long sword in Xue Lan's hand, a hint of wild joy flashing in his eyes.
Why hadn't he noticed before that the young woman in front of him wasn't holding the Emberlight Sword?
The Wolf Clan Chief and the Emberlight Sword were inseparable. How could that divine weapon, so proud, tolerate its master contracting with another divine artifact?
Xue Lan noticed the change in the old man's aura and chuckled:
"Oops, we've been exposed!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a crimson arc of light appeared in front of the woman. This attack, imbued with demonic intent, struck the edge of the sword domain behind Xue Lan.
The dark night sky above Su Jun's Sword Domain began to ripple slowly, like a pool of spring water being stirred.
Xue Lan managed to dodge the attack only by pushing her Void Stepping Technique to its limit, and the woman clutched her chest. The Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map blocked her way.
The Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map had just blocked the residual force of that attack for Xue Lan, leaving a large hole in it. The moonlight power on the moon silkworm silk that Xue Lan had recently woven into it slowly dissipated and flew into the sky.
Xue Lan felt a pang of heartache... Compared to that, the pain in her chest, from which she couldn't pinpoint which organ had been damaged, was negligible.
Even though the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map was already broken, Xue Lan still beckoned with her finger and put the tattered scroll on her body.
The white-haired woman wore a black robe embroidered with gold thread, but there was a large tear in the cuff, which severed the golden crane pattern embroidered on the cuff in two.
"I had no idea that the Silver Moon Wolf could be possessed by a demon. What a bold young man."
The old man in blue robes stood in mid-air, holding a blood-red bead in his hand.
Xue Lan thought to herself that this person's toughness was really quite quick.
She still preferred his previous humble and submissive manner.
Xue Lan pounded her chest twice and spat out a mouthful of bitter blood.
"Wolves are a very large species! Senior, you've already seen one."
The woman's voice showed no fear, and her gray eyes were silent, yet they made the old man opposite her feel uneasy.
We can't let her go back alive!
The old man thought to himself.
This person knows so much about the superstitions between the wolf clan chieftain and the demon clan; he's definitely not an ordinary disciple.
Since I injured her here, I absolutely cannot let her return to the Upper Realm.
Xue Tong was startled when he saw the old man's suddenly cold and sharp eyes.
"Xue Lan, let me out! I'll distract him!"
Xue Lan smiled happily upon hearing this.
The woman's voice was a little hoarse: "My silly girl, he wanted to kill me, but he wouldn't follow you even if you tried to lure him!"
Xue Lan gently shook her head, not understanding why the children she painstakingly raised, despite her cunning and shrewd nature, were not very bright.
The woman clutched her chest and straightened up. Her greyish-white eyes, bathed in the moonlight of the Su Jun Sword Domain, resembled two pieces of warm, smooth white jade.
In the gentle breeze and bright moonlight within the sword domain, the woman spoke softly:
"Sister Sujun, I'm going to die!"
"You brought a Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator into my sword domain. Didn't you want to die?"
A clear, gentle voice rang out, and the old man suspended in mid-air looked down at the endless reed marshes with some shock.
Unbeknownst to them, a desolate little courtyard appeared in the reeds. A woman dressed in coarse linen stood in the courtyard, a basket of water chestnuts hanging from her wrist.
Lu Su looked at the two people high in the sky with her gentle eyes, filled with pity.
The woman held up what she was holding to Xue Lan: "This is the last chance."
The first time was when he helped the inner demon kill the eldest son of the demon god, Ji Song.
The second time was to help Xue Lan intercept Ling Yuanzi in the snowy mountains.
Xue Lan nodded: "I know."
The old man in the blue robe looked at the woman in the white dress and slowly nodded, placing the basket on his wrist on the small table in the courtyard.
"Get down!" the woman said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan immediately transformed into a streak of black light and flew towards Lü Su's direction, but the old man in blue robes naturally wouldn't let her escape so easily.
The instant Xue Lan transformed into a streak of light, he raised his hand and unleashed an extremely sharp, blood-red arc of light, like a constantly spinning scimitar, which caught up with Xue Lan in an instant.
Having no other choice, Xue Lan changed direction and flew upwards carrying the attack with her.
Lu Su watched Xue Lan's figure disappear into the sky, her eyes sparkling.
The Moonlit Sword Domain of Su Jun Sword was simply too vast. The boundless lake and reed marshes seemed like a secret realm from which one could never leave.
It was a realm that Nie Jing created for her, a realm that would forever preserve her soul.
Countless times, she rowed that little boat towards the horizon. Every cloud above her head was different, but all she could see was a vast expanse of white water.
If Xue Lan hadn't accidentally stumbled into this place, and hadn't been entangled in karma by some twist of fate, she wouldn't have ended up looking like that person.
I'm afraid I've long forgotten everything about Nie Jing.
Lü Su was very beautiful, the kind of beauty that was natural and understated, like a fisherwoman living in the reed marshes.
"I guess I... slept for too long."
The woman glanced at the old man in blue robes, and slowly formed a somewhat clumsy hand seal.
"The moon ripples, the wind ceases, and the shadows reveal its brilliance!"
With just eight words, the old man in the blue robe saw the silvery moon above his head suddenly turn into a pure blood moon, and the calm lake water was stirred up into towering waves.
The endless reeds began to burn, the fire spread, and burned Lü Su's white dress stained with blood.
"kill……"
In this world, when resentment suddenly arises, all sounds cease, leaving only this single, light word.