Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 60

The two of them had been thrown far away by Yuanlin Zhenren just now. Han Xiao, being closer, approached Lan Xu.
Jiang Chunai in her arms was still murmuring for her to save them, “They can’t die, Han Xiao, help them…”
Even though her bones were showing and she was bleeding, why was she still thinking of saving them first and not caring about herself at this time?
Han Xiao’s heart was complicated, but she still comforted her, “I know, you don’t talk for now.”
“Mmm… then you save them.” Jiang Chunai didn’t even open her eyes, just speaking as if she were half-asleep.
Jiang Chunai’s consciousness was already chaotic, Han Xiao could feel it.
For one, she and Jiang Chunai were in physical contact now; for another, the two of them had empathy to begin with.
Her life was fading.
Saving those two would surely delay Jiang Chunai’s treatment.
Even though Jiang Chunai was still asking her to save them in a faint, inaudible voice, Han Xiao still showed her consistent determination.
“As you wish,” she said, but she only wrapped the two of them in a layer of white mist.
Life and death are fated, it was always so.
She just needed to make Jiang Chunai well.
“Really?” Jiang Chunai seemed not to believe it and asked again.
Her flesh and bones were exposed, like a delicate flower that had been hit by frost, fragile and vulnerable.
“Han Xiao, it hurts so much…” Jiang Chunai murmured, not daring to move.
She felt as if her whole body, her five organs and six viscera were in pain, as if a piece of flesh was missing somewhere.
When she closed her eyes, she could feel thousands of fine silver needles piercing her muscles. The pain was in wisps, but it was continuous, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, tightly wrapping her body in this cocoon of suffering, unable to break free.
Between her organs, it was as if golden spears and iron horses were galloping. Every organ had become a tragic battlefield. Her heart and lungs were like they were being hit by a heavy hammer, again and again. The dull thudding seemed to echo in her chest, making her vital energy and blood surge. A mouthful of sweet blood welled up in her throat, but she swallowed it down.
And her limbs were as if she had been subjected to a cruel cold punishment, frozen to the bone marrow, and as if she had been burned by a fierce fire, unbearably hot. Soreness and severe pain were intertwined.
Pain, so much pain.
Her asking Han Xiao to save Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi was conscious, but her crying out in pain was unconscious.
Han Xiao’s brows furrowed even more.
Seeing Jiang Chunai like this now, she really regretted not having killed that Yuanlin Zhenren again.
Or rather, for letting her die too easily.
Jiang Chunai’s originally fair skin, as white as snow, was now crisscrossed with hideous wounds. Wisps of fresh blood seeped out, slowly winding down, as if blooming into a series of tragic red plum blossoms on a suet-like background, a shocking sight.
She couldn’t wait any longer, Han Xiao thought, and a dagger with a green sheen suddenly appeared in her hand.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed. The next moment, the dagger’s blade had plunged into her own flesh, and with a “hiss,” the sharp sound of tearing flesh rang out. Her face was still as cold as frost, only her slightly trembling hands revealed the secret in her heart.
Fortunately, Jiang Chunai would not wake up now.
Jiang Chunai suddenly felt the emptiness in her body being filled: the silver needles that had pierced her muscles disappeared, the cocoon that had bound her disappeared, the golden spears and iron horses all retreated, and her limbs were also freed…
She seemed to be much more relaxed.
Han Xiao saved her, right?
How wonderful.
“Han Xiao…” she weakly opened her eyes and gently called her name, seeing the fine beads of sweat constantly seeping from her forehead, she asked with confusion, her words intermittent, “Are you alright? What’s wrong?”
Han Xiao did not answer her question.
She had just completed the activation of the last formation. Although dealing with Yuanlin Zhenren was not a difficult matter, it had still damaged her.
And… she had just, in order to make Jiang Chunai recover immediately, had forcibly cut a piece of flesh from her own body.
Snake meat, it was a great tonic.
“Come back to the Nether Realm with me,” she said.
Jiang Chunai did not refuse, but nodded lightly in agreement. Before she closed her eyes, she asked again, “Are they alright?”
Han Xiao was worried that if she didn’t say that the two of them were alright, Jiang Chunai would not be able to sleep peacefully, so she said, “Hmm, they’re alright.”
As expected, after getting the ideal answer, Jiang Chunai closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully in her arms.
The large stone that had been hanging in Han Xiao’s heart finally fell.
It was good that she was asleep. Next, she could even transform into a snake and carry her directly to the Crimson Smelting City.
But Han Xiao’s plan was only half-completed before it was interrupted by the people of Mengling who had rushed over.
The soaring green-black giant snake, when it reached the peak of Mount Xiangling, encountered a formation: in an instant, the situation on the peak changed dramatically, and the originally clear sky was covered by a strange light screen.
Someone was waiting for her here.
Han Xiao was unhappy. She knew that this was a troubled time, and all sorts of people were coming to join in. She thought for a moment, and for Jiang Chunai’s safety, she still did not plan to fight these cultivators directly, but chose to intimidate them:
She turned her snake head, her aura swallowing the heavens and the sun. The green-black light around her body spread outwards like a surging tide. Wherever it went, the air was compressed by the thick aura, making a low buzzing sound.
However, the light screen still did not move. Suddenly, the light screen shattered, and a few people walked out from it.
The first to walk out was a woman in a long moon-white robe, her figure graceful, like a willow in the spring breeze, her every move showing lightness and elegance; behind her was a woman in a light purple dress, and finally a man in a black tight-fitting suit.
It was none other than a few of the Nine Sages of Mengling—Han Xiao recognized them, and the leader was Su Yanchen.
“Ah, Daoist Han Xiao,” Su Yanchen looked at Han Xiao with a smile, standing in the shattered light screen. “Can I still call you that now? After all, you are no longer that bright and clear head disciple of the Immortal Lord.”
But a green-black giant snake, ugly, just a demon!
Han Xiao looked down from above, her golden vertical pupils without a trace of emotion. She said in a low voice, “Get out of the way.”
“Get out of the way?” Su Yanchen laughed loudly. “I won’t! I’m already standing here, I won’t leave no matter what!”
When she was in her original form, Han Xiao did not want to have too many words with humans. A clever snake naturally hated stupid humans.
Thinking of this, Han Xiao also did not say any more, but directly opened her mouth and attacked the three of them!
Su Yanchen’s face changed. She thought to herself, this snake demon is really not human, she doesn’t even follow basic principles. So she and her junior brother and sister hastily met the attack!
Su Yanchen was the first to move. The long sword in her hand moved quickly on the ground. Where the blade passed, the soil churned, and it actually outlined a series of strange patterns. The patterns flickered with a faint light, as if they were waking up. She chanted, and the low sound of a spell echoed in the air.
The junior sister in purple was not idle either. She lightly raised her hand, and several crystal-clear spirit pearls were thrown from her sleeve. The spirit pearls floated in the air, emitting a soft light. The lights intertwined with each other, gradually forming a round ball of light.
“Han Xiao… are you ready?” Su Yanchen smiled. This time, she was sure of it.
And behind her, the man in black moved like lightning, running quickly around Han Xiao. At the same time, his hands constantly formed hand seals. Every time he formed a hand seal, a wave of spiritual energy surged from his body.
As he ran, the spiritual energy fluctuations spread out like silk threads, connecting with the patterns carved by Su Yanchen and the light ball of the junior sister’s spirit pearls, gradually building a complete formation framework.
In an instant, a brilliant formation light shot into the sky, enveloping Han Xiao. The formation light was a myriad of colors, with gold, silver, purple, and blue lights intertwined, like a chaotic brocade spreading across the heavens and the earth.
Inside the formation, runes flickered.
“Han Xiao!” Su Yanchen called out her name loudly, laughing in the fierce wind. “Do you know what this formation is called?”
“The Binding of a Cornered Beast. Don’t you think it’s like you now, a cornered beast fighting back!” she laughed loudly and accelerated her hand seals.
She knew that Han Xiao would show herself for Jiang Chunai.
According to the information they had in Mengling, Han Xiao’s strength must be depleted now. She had just activated the Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation once. This formation not only absorbed the souls and spiritual energy of the dead, but even the caster themselves was not spared.
Han Xiao had already activated the Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation several times. Now, she was really a cornered beast fighting back.
Following Su Yanchen’s shout, the light in the formation suddenly tightened and turned into a series of substantial ropes that wound around the giant snake.
The three of them controlled the formation from the outside, wanting to completely suppress Han Xiao. Su Yanchen waved the long sword in her hand, chanting a spell non-stop, driving the ropes of light in the formation to constantly wind and tighten around Han Xiao, trying to imprison her every move.
The woman activated a fiery red spirit pearl, and the spiritual flames burned, turning into a series of hot tongues of fire that licked at Han Xiao’s body. The burning waves burned the air, and the high temperature was about to burn everything to ashes, making the green-black scales on Han Xiao’s body feel hot.
The man, on the other hand, controlled the spiritual wind to rage in the formation, cutting Han Xiao’s body like a sharp blade. Every time the wind passed, it brought with it a piece of green-black scale debris.
The giant snake’s golden pupils flashed, and its huge body twisted like a flood dragon. Every swing carried the force of a thousand jun—she had to do this, otherwise, it would be easy for her to drop Jiang Chunai.
The tightly wound ropes of light were extremely tough, but under the impact of Han Xiao’s brute force, they actually showed some signs of loosening. Han Xiao seized the opportunity, opened her bloody mouth, and fiercely sprayed a cloud of green-black mist at Su Yanchen.
This mist seemed to have a mind of its own. As soon as it appeared, it swept towards the spiritual flames, intertwining with the hot flames and fighting against them. Although the spiritual flames were fierce, the mist that Han Xiao sprayed out was a layer of cold barrier, constantly swallowing and weakening the power of the spiritual flames, making the sea of fire that was about to swallow her gradually dim.
At the same time, Han Xiao turned her attention to the raging spiritual wind. Her huge tail was like a black giant whip. With a whistling sound, it whipped fiercely at the most dense area of the spiritual wind. This whip actually managed to cut a hole in the spiritual wind. Han Xiao took the opportunity to twist her body and rush towards the gap.
“Hmph…” a muffled sound came from the snake’s mouth, as if in mockery.
Seeing this, the three of them were shocked. They had not expected Han Xiao to have such a tenacious resistance under the heavy siege of the formation, and to have found the weak point of the formation so quickly.
“Not good, quick, reinforce the formation!” Su Yanchen shouted, her long sword dancing faster, her spell becoming more and more urgent, as she used all her strength to drive the power of the formation to mend the gap that Han Xiao had torn open.
The woman in purple and the man in black did not dare to be slow either, and both of them sped up their movements. The woman formed hand seals, pouring more spiritual energy into the spirit pearls, trying to reignite the raging spiritual flames.
The man’s forehead veins bulged again. He concentrated on forming hand seals to control the spiritual wind, making it gather again to block the path that Han Xiao had broken through.
However, Han Xiao was now determined to break out of the formation. She ignored the pain from the many cuts on her body from the spiritual wind and the burns from the spiritual flames, and once again gathered all her strength.
The green-black light around her body became more and more intense, as if it would dye the whole world green-black.
A light flashed in her golden vertical pupils, and her body, like lightning, sped towards the gap that had not yet been completely blocked.
…It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fight them, but that Jiang Chunai on her body was now showing faint signs of waking up.
Winning or losing against them was secondary. Protecting her Chunai was the most important thing.
The formation that Su Yanchen and the other three had maintained with all their spiritual energy, under Han Xiao’s violent impact, which was like a raging tide, finally collapsed.
The originally shining, mysterious light screen of the formation, with its flowing stars and brilliant lights, first showed wisps of cracks, and then, the “cracking” sound was endless. The cracks quickly spread and expanded, like a spider web, covering the entire light screen.
With a loud bang, the light screen completely shattered, turning into countless specks of light debris that scattered in the air like falling stars. The powerful spiritual energy contained in the formation also dissipated.
Han Xiao’s huge, green-black body broke out of the formation, the green-black light around her body still surging, as if it would dye the heavens and the earth her color.
Her golden vertical pupils were burning with angry and fierce flames, and she looked coldly at the three of them, who were in a sorry state.
“…ignorant children, next time you fall into my hands, you will surely die without a whole corpse,” she said coldly, and then her body flickered, and her huge, green-black body instantly turned into a black stream of light, speeding into the distance.
The speed was so fast that it only left a blurry shadow in the air, like a black lightning bolt, tearing through the silent sky of Mount Xiangling’s peak.
Su Yanchen and the others sat on the ground in a daze, looking at each other with lingering fear.
“How can this be? Isn’t Han Xiao injured? But why do I think her strength is even greater than it was at the Ghost Gate that day?” Su Yanchen murmured to herself, unable to figure out the reason.
Her long sword, at this moment, was dim, her face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. It was clear that she had suffered a considerable backlash when the formation was broken.
“I-I don’t know…” the man said, his face ashen with fear, and he sobbed, “Senior Sister, we will definitely be retaliated against by this snake, won’t we?”
Su Yanchen gritted her teeth and said with hatred, “Lu Zixuan, don’t be afraid. Since you’ve done it, don’t be afraid! We’ve been mortal enemies with Han Xiao for a long time!”
“Han Xiao is a descendant of the demon god Chongji. In terms of both reason and emotion, we can’t let her go! Let’s go, let’s go back first and see Yuanlin Zhenren.”
In the sunless, vast bloody mist of the Crimson Smelting City, a green-black lightning bolt suddenly flashed.
The demons were wondering why the unchanging sky of the Nether Realm had changed, when the lightning bolt swayed a little and a snake’s head appeared. Only then did the demons know that it was not some weather change, but that their City Lord, Lord Han Xiao, had revealed her true form.
The demons immediately prostrated themselves before Han Xiao’s heroic form. When they looked closer, they found that there was a figure on the snake’s body.
When the giant snake landed, it naturally had to be on open ground so that there was enough space to place its huge body.
Pugu Yanjin was now still a high-ranking official in the Crimson Smelting City. Seeing Han Xiao return, she immediately went to welcome her.
Her steps were light but not lacking in solemnity. She quickly came before Han Xiao, bowed gracefully, and said solemnly, “Welcome back, City Lord. Was your trip successful?” as she spoke, her eyes couldn’t help but secretly glance at the figure on Han Xiao’s body, her heart full of curiosity.
For so long, she had never seen Han Xiao transform into her true snake form.
Even the few times before when she had spent a lot of spiritual energy for the Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation, Han Xiao had not transformed into her snake form.
It was probably because she had been a cultivator for too many years—
in the eyes of humans, demons were a lower species.
Otherwise, why would so many demons cultivate for hundreds or thousands of years just for a human form?
Once they became human and knew what it was like to be human, they would not transform into their demon form. She thought, the City Lord was the same.
Han Xiao lowered her head slightly and looked at Pugu Yanjin. Her golden vertical pupils were still cold and majestic. She said faintly, “Get up. Although there were some twists and turns on this trip, it was not a problem,” with that, she gently twisted her huge snake body and slowly put down the figure on her body.
In an instant, Han Xiao transformed into a human and steadily held the person in her arms. “There’s no need for any welcoming ceremony. I’m going back to my bedchamber.”
Pugu Yanjin immediately replied, “Your subordinate obeys. I will go and arrange it now.”
Although Han Xiao had not said a word, from her intimate actions towards her, the woman’s identity was already obvious.
Who else could it be? Of course it was Han Xiao’s junior sister, whom she had once been willing to be an enemy of the whole world to resurrect… Jiang Chunai.
Han Xiao held Jiang Chunai, her steps steady and swift, and walked straight towards the gloomy and magnificent bedchamber.
Along the way, the demons of the Crimson Smelting City all made way for her, bowing respectfully, their eyes full of reverence, but they did not dare to make a sound. Only the bloody mist still lingered around, adding a bit of a strange and festive atmosphere to the scene.
A wedding dress and mourning clothes, opening a coffin, it seemed to have come to an end.
But it was still not perfect.
Han Xiao thought so.
Stepping into the bedchamber, the great door slowly closed behind her, making a dull sound, isolating everything from the outside.
The light in the bedchamber was dim. The surrounding walls were inlaid with night pearls that emitted a cold light, making the hall shadowy.
Magnificent curtains hung from a high place, their colors dark but their embroidery exquisite. They were embroidered with strange flowers and plants and dark patterns that seemed to have a life of their own under the faint light, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
“Mmm…” but Jiang Chunai, who was still in Han Xiao’s arms, suddenly moved, as if in discomfort.
Han Xiao’s crow-black lashes trembled, and her heart suddenly ached.
Then she carefully placed Jiang Chunai on the large, carved bed. The bed was covered with a smooth and cold brocade, but its touch was extremely luxurious. She hoped this would make her feel a little better, Han Xiao thought.
Then, Han Xiao gently brushed aside the hair on Jiang Chunai’s forehead. The coldness in her eyes faded, replaced by endless tenderness and concern.
Han Xiao’s own body was in some pain—after all, she had just cut a piece of flesh to heal Jiang Chunai. To say it didn’t hurt would be impossible. And because of the critical situation just now, she seemed to have injured an important part.
But none of this mattered. As long as it was for Jiang Chunai, Han Xiao felt that it was worth it.
Just then, Jiang Chunai’s long, thick eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her glass-like pupils were at first a little dazed, as if she had not yet fully woken up from the chaos before. When she saw Han Xiao in front of her, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then it was replaced by worry.
“Han Xiao… is this the Crimson Smelting City?”
Hearing her call, Han Xiao immediately drew closer, took her hand, and said softly, “Yes, this is the Crimson Smelting City. This is our bedchamber.”
She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the two words “our.”
Jiang Chunai let out a slight sigh of relief. She looked around at the slightly gloomy environment, a hint of discomfort flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly hidden. It was mostly a sense of satisfaction. It seemed she had succeeded, she comforted herself.
She turned her head to look at Han Xiao, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Although she did not say it, Han Xiao already knew the meaning behind her gaze. Han Xiao thought for a moment and then said, “You can rest here and recuperate. Besides, it’s best if you don’t talk now.”
She thought she should give the patient a quiet environment.
But Jiang Chunai did not think so.
Her delicate brow furrowed slightly. She stared at her with dissatisfaction and said with a pout, “You’re not allowed to go.”
“Mmm…” Han Xiao was at a loss for words. For a moment, her heart began to pound violently. The sudden throb was like a stream hidden under the ice in spring. Although it had not broken through the ice, it had already created ripples in the bottom of her heart.
She had clearly made thorough arrangements just now.
First, she would transform into a human, take Jiang Chunai to the bedchamber, and look after her well. She was a patient, so she couldn’t be disturbed, so Han Xiao would very consciously withdraw; then, she would go and deal with the matters that had piled up in the Crimson Smelting City these days, and then she would go and talk to the giant python in her sea of consciousness to discuss the tenth Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation…
Clearly, these were all things that had been arranged and would be completed step by step.
But because of Jiang Chunai’s four short words, “you’re not allowed to go,” they were all scattered.
Han Xiao lowered her head slightly, but her consciousness was one step faster than her reason. “Alright.”
When she realized it, she suddenly met Jiang Chunai’s smile.
She was clearly still a patient, but this one bright look was like a green water winding, a long dike of spring grass.
She had succeeded. She knew, and she also knew.
They both knew.
Han Xiao was helpless and could only laugh in spite of herself.
Clearly, whatever Jiang Chunai asked for, even if it was a thousand difficulties, she would agree.
But what was the situation now? It was not such a magnificent and heroic situation between them, but…
she just gently hooked her finger at her, and she submitted.
If she hadn’t, she would also have, coiled on the beams, on the pillars, somewhere, unwillingly spying on her.
Happiness seemed to have come too suddenly for Han Xiao.
To the extent that when she was sleeping with Jiang Chunai in her clothes, the latter said, “What are you thinking, you stupid snake? I’m still sick.”
Han Xiao’s face suddenly flushed a little more—even though it was in the dark of night, Jiang Chunai should not be able to see her.
Jiang Chunai was probably a bit tired from the ordeal, or perhaps Han Xiao being by her side made her feel at ease. Before long, her eyes slowly closed, and her breathing gradually became even and slow. But that one hand was still subconsciously resting on the side of the bed, searching for where Han Xiao was.
Seeing this, Han Xiao gently reached out and carefully took Jiang Chunai’s hand, her movements so light that she was afraid of disturbing a fragile dream. Her hand was slightly cool, so Han Xiao unconsciously tightened her fingers, trying to transfer her own warmth.
The bedchamber was silent. Han Xiao just quietly guarded Jiang Chunai like this, she did not say a word.
But the feelings that were quietly growing in the depths of her heart, in this silent companionship, spread more and more, like a quietly growing vine, gradually winding around her entire heart.
Happiness, it seemed to have come too suddenly. It was just a piece of flesh.
Jiang Chunai’s dream was also not peaceful. When the snake’s tail gradually wrapped around her heart, it made her afraid, timid.
It was a fear of the unknown.
Yan Linglong’s clothes were fluttering, her hair was messy, and she was running desperately on a desolate mountain path. It was as if a thousand troops were chasing behind her, but she knew deep down that the real danger had been left in the place where the great battle had just taken place.
Her steps were staggering, but she did not dare to stop for a moment. Every step was on her own frantic heartbeat, and in her mind, the shocking scene of the great battle was constantly flashing back:
In the center of the whirlpool, she had been accused by everyone of being a heretic who had committed an unforgivable crime: despised by the Bright Snow Sect, and abandoned by the Mengling Immortal Manor.
The friendship between her and her fellow disciples, which she had thought was so strong, was thinner and more fragile than a piece of paper; as for the kindness of her blood relatives, it was even more illusory—the people of Mengling had taken the initiative to ask how to deal with her.
At that time, Yan Linglong had already fallen into a state of despair. At this critical moment, it was Elder Mei Shengchi who had come out to save her!
Just as Yan Linglong was in despair, Mei Shengchi had descended like a god, her eyes like torches, and she had coldly swept her gaze over Jing Shun and the other disciples. Her voice was light, but it rang in everyone’s ears like a great bell, “Today, I, the Cliff Master, will protect this child. Who dares to touch a hair on her!”
The sanctimonious Jing Shun was quite surprised. “Cliff Master Mei, do you know what you’re doing?”
He was still carefree and smiling. “Yan Linglong is a traitor like this. If you protect her, do you know what the consequences will be?”
Mei Shengchi’s temper was already bad. She gave him a cold glance, and the corner of her mouth twitched. “Of course I know. On the contrary, you, a yellow-mouthed child, dare to threaten me, the Cliff Master?”
With that, Mei Shengchi no longer hesitated. Her long sword was unsheathed, and with a great shout of “Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword,” a sword formation suddenly arose. On the body of the sword, a purple light and a green frost intertwined, and in an instant, the light was brilliant, like a purple and green two-colored blazing sun blooming with a dazzling splendor at the foot of the mountain.
The purple light was like the purple sky divine thunder from the nine heavens. In its wisps, it contained a world-destroying majestic power, jumping and flickering, as if it would smash all the illusions in this world to pieces.
And the green frost was like the thousand-year-old mysterious frost condensed in the extremely cold land of winter. It emitted a bone-chilling coldness. Wherever it passed, the air was instantly frozen, turning into a piece of crystal-clear ice flower.
“Cliff Master Mei! What are you doing?!” not only Jing Shun, but also the slightly more senior cultivators who had come later were also stunned by this world-destroying scene. “We are of the same sect!”
How could she turn her sword against them!
However, Mei Shengchi did not pay any attention.
With a great shout from her, the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword instantly turned into thousands of sword shadows, like a group of purple and green spirit birds flapping their wings and flying high, and like a sky full of stars falling to the mortal world, instantly forming a magnificent sword formation.
In the sword formation, light and shadow intertwined, sometimes like a flood dragon leaving the sea, coiling and circling, bringing with it a whistling wind; sometimes like a phoenix nirvana, spreading its wings and soaring, bringing down a dazzling light.
Let alone Yan Linglong and Jing Shun, these junior cultivators, even the Dao Lord Qiming who had come from not far away, had never seen such a complete and ultimate Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword Formation!
This sword move had been created by Immortal Lord Yang Nian, so they had not seen it much. And no matter what move, the last move was always very harmful to the body, but…
Dao Lord Qiming flew over on her sword and shouted, wanting to stop Mei Shengchi, “Mei Shengchi, are you mad? Who are you using what on! Stop now!”
“Otherwise, today I will count you as having betrayed the sect!”
Mei Shengchi stood in the sword formation created by the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword. Her plain white long robe, under the light of the sword formation, shone with a faint splendor, as if it had been plated with a layer of silver frost. The corners of her clothes danced gently with the wind, making a rustling sound, otherworldly.
However, she just kept sneering, “Of course I know what I’m doing.”
Dao Lord Qiming wanted to persuade her a little more, but before she could speak, she saw a purple light flash like lightning, carrying the sharp momentum of the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword, and shooting straight at her. The sword light was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was before her.
Dao Lord Qiming could not dodge in time and only felt a thick force slam into her chest. Her whole body flew back like a broken kite, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, drawing a striking scarlet arc.
She forcefully stabilized her body in the air, but her face was already as pale as paper, her eyes full of shock and pain. “You-you really want to betray the sect?”
“Just for Yan Linglong?” Jing Shun also let out a long, incredulous cry.
He completely did not understand what Mei Shengchi was thinking. This strange woman, she had nothing to do with the immortal-like bearing of a cultivator, but she was a specialist in finding fault!
Seeing that the situation was not good, the people of Mengling also immediately formed a formation. In an instant, their footsteps intertwined, their hand seals constantly changing, and they chanted:
A series of lights rose from under their feet and quickly intertwined, forming a huge circular formation. The formation’s light was brilliant, with gold, silver, and purple as the main colors. As the light flowed, spiritual energy leaped.
However, Su Yanchen and the woman in purple and the man in black on the side exchanged a look. The three of them reached a consensus and quietly left the place.
Although Dao Lord Qiming was seriously injured, she did not retreat. She endured the severe pain in her chest, waved the horsetail whisk in her hand, chanted a spell, and a faint golden light appeared around her, stabilizing her body, wanting to rejoin the battle.
Jing Shun’s face was also ferocious. He knew that if he did not go all out at this moment, it would probably be difficult to deal with Mei Shengchi’s sharp attack. He held the long sword in his hand tightly, and the light on the sword’s body was brilliant. Spiritual energy was frantically poured into it, and he rushed towards Mei Shengchi again.
Mei Shengchi faced the attack of several people, but her expression did not change. She just stood in the sword formation and kept sneering.
At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun fell, covering everything in an orange-red light and shadow. The tone was warm, but the battle was extremely cruel.
Mei Shengchi stood coldly, the light of the sword formation around her intertwined with the afterglow of the setting sun. The purple light and the green frost were also dazzling in this orange-red light and shadow.
It was beautiful, but it had a faint sense of tragedy.
The battle continued. Although Mei Shengchi still maintained a powerful momentum in the sword formation, she knew in her heart that although the sword formation was powerful, maintaining it for a long time was also constantly consuming her spiritual energy, and there were faint signs of backlash.
Despite this, her gaze was still as firm as a rock. Then she gritted her teeth, held the long sword in her hand tightly, and constantly urged her spiritual energy to maintain the operation of the sword formation.
Success or failure depended on this one move.
If she were to sacrifice herself, then she had to let Yan Linglong live.
“Quick, go! Yan Linglong!” she urged Yan Linglong loudly, her voice tinged with a bit of urgency and determination. The voice echoed, like a death-hastening talisman, making Yan Linglong’s heart tighten.
Yan Linglong’s eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Mei Shengchi, who was struggling in the sword formation, her heart full of emotion and reluctance.
But if she did not leave at this moment, everything that the Cliff Master had done would be in vain. But she really could not bear to leave the Cliff Master alone.
Just as Yan Linglong was hesitating, Mei Shengchi saw that she had not moved, and her heart was very anxious.
She suddenly waved her long sword, and a streak of sword energy shot towards the open space beside Yan Linglong. With a loud “boom,” a large crater was blasted into the open space, and the dust that was sent flying rose into the air.
“If you don’t go now, it will be too late!” Mei Shengchi roared, her voice carrying an unquestionable majesty, which finally made Yan Linglong come back to her senses.
Yan Linglong bit her lip, hardened her heart, and turned to run wildly towards the other side of the mountain.
She did not dare to look back. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she held them back.
Her figure grew longer and longer in the afterglow of the setting sun, and gradually disappeared.
She had run away again. This time, it was not Senior Sister Chunai who was left behind, but the Cliff Master, in that magnificent and dangerous sword formation, calmly going to a fierce battle where life and death had already been decided.
On the open ground at the foot of the mountain, the afterglow of the dusk gradually dimmed, and it also dimmed for this cruel battle.
And the intense sound of fighting, the sound of spiritual energy colliding, and the occasional cold laughter from Mei Shengchi, still echoed in this darkening sky, like a tragic and unyielding dirge.
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Cliff Master Mei, are you alright?
A person like me, is it worth it?
Her thoughts came back. Yan Linglong thought, and two streams of clear tears unknowingly fell from her eyes.