HLnovel Chapter 173 Your Master Wants to Kill Me!
Chapter 173 Your Master Wants to Kill Me!
The white-haired, blue-eyed girl was no longer the obedient child she once was. Her aura surged, and her cultivation level rose from the mid-Golden Core stage to the mid-Nascent Soul stage in just a few breaths. Her beautiful, icy blue eyes were filled with cold rage.
Ling Yuanzi turned to look at his disciple. The young man's eyes widened, and his fingers, hanging at his sides, trembled incessantly.
The young man's voice was filled with anger: "Xue Lan!"
The girl's voice was impatient, but out of respect for Xue Lan, she still said to Ling Yuanzi, "I am not her, and I will not listen to you now."
Upon hearing the girl's words, Ling Yuanzi looked into the icy blue eyes of the person in front of him. With the flow of his magic power, the azure sword light that had just disappeared returned and pierced through the front paw of the Mist-Hidden King Beast once again.
Half of the Mist-Hidden King Beast's body was gradually becoming illusory, and the oppressive aura emanating from it began to ease. The white-haired girl looked at Ling Yuanzi and saw a determination to kill in the young man's eyes.
It wasn't directed at the Mist-Hidden King Beast, but at herself.
The girl spoke to Xue Lan within her sea of consciousness: "Your master wants to kill me!"
Xue Lan was casting a spell in the Sea of Consciousness, and she felt that her current situation was really quite good. One body, two souls, and Xue Tong who could freely enter and exit the Sea of Consciousness and control the body.
Nothing in this Yuanming Realm can compare to her in terms of divine soul.
The girl's fingertips moved continuously, finally forming a mudra shaped like a lotus flower, radiating black and white light that flowed endlessly, full of Taoist charm.
Xue Lan gently waved her hand, and the magic seal slowly landed on the light sphere that imprisoned the remnant soul of the demon god in front of her, and then disappeared as if it had sunk into the sea.
"That's your problem now. He probably thinks of you as some kind of evil demon trying to possess me."
The girl looked at the ball of light in front of her, and watched as a black and white lotus slowly grew out of the remnant soul of the demon god. The petals were delicate, with transparent water droplets on them, and a slender stem supported the huge flower, swaying slightly.
It looks fragile yet beautiful.
Xue Lan placed one hand on the petal of the black lotus, her voice tinged with schadenfreude:
"I forgot to tell you before, my master is indeed not very famous in the Xuanhuang Sect, but he is in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and a broken sword of his has the power of a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator!"
The girl's figure gradually blurred in her sea of consciousness, spinning like paint being stirred on the surface of water, and was finally sucked directly into the black lotus.
"Wait for me in fifteen minutes!"
Xue Lan left behind these six light words and Zhi Hong fell completely silent. The girl looked at her empty sea of consciousness and gritted her teeth inwardly.
It seems I need to carefully time my battle with Mistlordmon.
The girl looked at the azure sword light flying all over the sky, and then at the handsome young man.
If he dealt with the monster in front of him too soon, he might become this real person's next target.
Although Ling Yuanzi was merely an external avatar, this Xuanhuang Sect Master always doted on his disciples, especially his female disciples.
The avatars inside the hairpins given to Xue Lan and others were never perfunctory. Not only did they contain Ling Yuanzi's memories, but they could also connect with Ling Yuanzi's true self regardless of space.
Now, not only is Ling Yuanzi in front of him angry, but far away in the far north, on a snow-covered mountain, the young man punched and shattered half of the mountain peak. All the snow accumulated on the mountain fell down and was crushed by the young man's rich spiritual energy. Before it even hit the ground, it turned into warm raindrops.
The young man picked up the broken sword behind him and prepared to walk down the mountain.
A beam of indigo light flew from the Bingdeng Academy in front, and when it landed on the ground, it transformed into a giant indigo bird.
Ji Fangya dismounted from the spirit beast and looked at the young man, asking, "Are you going down the mountain?"
Ling Yuanzi nodded.
"Then what about Zhujiuyin and Tianqi Pillar?" the vice dean of Bingdeng Academy asked slowly.
The young man's voice was somewhat wooden: "My apprentice is going to die!"
Ji Fangya disliked his wooden-like demeanor the most. The middle-aged man looked at the red thread connecting the young man's waist to the Heavenly Revelation Pillar behind him and asked, "You don't trust her?"
Ling Yuanzi thought, "Of course I believe you, but I still can't put my mind at ease."
At this moment, Ling Yuanzi was just like any other parent in the mortal world, who would worry no matter how outstanding or well-behaved their child was.
Moreover, a glint of light flashed in the young man's eyes.
Xue Lan is not an obedient child.
The young man raised his hand, and the broken sword behind him flew into his hand. He twirled the sword, and the red thread behind him was severed in an instant.
"With this one strike, all your previous efforts have been wasted!" Ji Fangya couldn't help but roar in anger.
The young man looked up at him, his voice unwavering: "If Xue Lan dies, then all our previous efforts will have been in vain!"
"I believe her!"
Ji Fangya looked at the young man with the same gaze he had taken many years ago.
It felt like I was back in the days when I still had my senior brother.
A young man in a blue robe was teaching a young Ji Fangya to play chess inside the academy. His voice was gentle and mellow: "Fangya, your senior brother is going to do something with his friends. After Bingdeng Academy, I will be entrusting it to you!"
As a teenager, Ji Fangya asked in bewilderment, "Senior brother, does it have to be like this? Xie Linghuan is just a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
A cloth banner hangs under the eaves of the academy, embroidered with the emblem of Bingdeng Academy.
Those were two jade pendants joined together, symbolizing that a gentleman is like jade, imperfect in form, endless in his studies, and destined for eternal life.
Beneath the banner, half of the senior brother's face was hidden in shadow: "I believe Xie Linghuan!"
The certainty on the young man's face then was now mirrored on the face of the young man before him, and Ji Fangya slowly stepped aside.
He had no reason, nor the courage, to stop this unwavering conviction.
The young man nodded slowly to Ji Fangya, and then disappeared from the spot.
The wind and snow on the distant mountains have continued for thousands of years. Ji Fangya touched the beautiful head of his spirit beast and slowly walked to the huge Heavenly Revelation Pillar. Zhu Jiuyin was still hovering on it, staring blankly at the gradually disappearing red line.
As the red line completely disappeared, Zhu Jiuyin closed his eyes and merged into the Heavenly Revelation Pillar.
Ji Fangya took out a jar of wine from his sleeve. The usually serious and rigid vice dean of Bingdeng Academy sat in the seat where Xie Linghuan had just been sitting, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp of the spicy wine.
The wine slid down my throat as if I were swallowing a ball of fire.
The powerful cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage did not use his magic to dispel the effects of the alcohol, but instead let himself get drunk.
Only after the jar of wine was emptied did Ji Fangya murmur, "Senior brother... I wonder if he'll be able to see this!"
That unwavering faith was passed down from one person to another, over decades and centuries.
Some die, and others take their place, as if the cycle continues for eternity!
I wonder if it will turn out the way I'm hoping...
Perhaps even the millennia-old snows of this far north region wouldn't know.