The cold crows in the snow forest suddenly started a series of screeching sounds.
A flock of crows circled and danced as a person wielding a wasted sword descended upon the snow forest, riding on the crows.
Lv Zhuang cast his gaze afar and instantly recognized the person.
Young General of the Country of Qin, Qi Liancheng.
But the black-robed person beside him referred to him as: "Little Duanmo, long ti no see, how have you been?"
Lv Zhuang was greatly shocked in his heart!
Blue Demon Duanmo? The new Sect Master of Langya Demon Sect?!!
The Demon Sect Master, who went by Qi Liancheng, did not have much reaction to the teasing address. He tossed the twisted and damaged Tingshan Sword at Zangxin’s feet, sneering coldly:
"I originally intended to test Ying Xiu today, but unexpectedly had an accidental gain. That young boy nad Si Chen dismantled the Dragon and Snake Sword Formation of Tianxi Sword Sect within a single day.
As for that Ying Xiu... heh, judging by his performance today, it’s no wonder you all said he was a waste two hundred years ago. That arrogant deanor, he certainly learned well from his father, helping him beco the Sect Master of Tianxi is indeed for the best."
Lv Zhuang had a deep impression of that boy nad Dead Spirit Root, the Thirteen Sword Masters, including Lord Ji Pei, were all particularly close to him.
To solve the Dragon and Snake Sword Formation was actually him, and in just one day?!
Zangxin appeared extrely calm about this: "That kid, even I can’t see through what route he’s on; he’s able to make even our Demon Lord bewitched by him. Solving an ancient protective mountain sword formation isn’t really a big deal."
However, it seems whenever he lays out plans and sches, fate always arranges for that kid to cross paths with him.
What kind of entangled past karma is this? Upon reflection, it seems whenever he’s there, his sches and chessboard always turn into a ss.
Because of this person, he could have eliminated the Demon Lord’s forces in one fell swoop in the Demon World, but now he was expelled and had to rely on his mortal identity to cover his tracks and evade the Demon Lord’s pursuit.
If not, why would he riskously seek victory and prematurely deploy the Mountain Collapse plan.
If possible, Zangxin does not want to have a direct confrontation with him; after all, that identity within Tianxi Sword Sect is of utmost importance to him.
The boy has divine insights; if he sees clues and peels away layers to uncover the identity, it would really cause his many years of deploynt to be in vain.
Duanmo raised his eyebrows, greatly surprised: "You say that mad Lord actually beca obsessed with a man?"
This is truly a strange matter.
That woman who isn’t even surprised by the slaughter of the world, yet becos moved by soone — truly a miracle.
Behind the Bronze Gate and amidst several bright and secret fights within the Demon World, Zangxin realized that seemingly pure and easily bullied boy wasn’t easy to provoke.
He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache, and said: "Unless absolutely necessary, do not have direct confrontation with this person; our target on this trip is not him, there’s no need to complicate matters. Today, your probing likely has already made him suspicious of you."
Duanmo said unconcernedly: "This person, though appearing quite superior to Ying Xiu, but rely due to one probe becoming suspicious of my identity seems sowhat exaggerated.
The identity of Qi Liancheng, I’ve maintained it for over two hundred years, even his biological parents have never been suspicious, what can a fresh brat possibly discern."
Zangxin said calmly: "Every enemy you underestimate can potentially beco the deepest sword piercing into your heart."
Duanmo chuckled lightly: "Does Uncle Zangxin think I acted recklessly?"
Zangxin said: "At crucial monts, we cannot afford a hint of carelessness."
Duanmo’s eyes were intricate, and he looked at the Tingshan Sword under his feet: "I said today’s findings were accidental gains. Uncle Zangxin thinks, what pure sword movent power could destroy one of the Qin Country’s top ten Tingshan Sword to this extent?"
Duanmo, with a smile on his lips, looked at Zangxin and continued: "Uncle Zangxin is familiar with the three thousand Sword Daos of Tianxi Sword Sect, you wouldn’t not know what power this is, right?"
Zangxin’s pupils shrank as he leaned over to pick up the twisted scrap tal of Tingshan Sword. He frowned and stared for a long ti, his lips slowly flattened into a cold line, and his fingers gripping the sword hilt were so tight they turned white.
He suddenly raised his hand, stroking the sword body with his fingertips, and a misty blue Sword Qi erged from the desolate defeated Tingshan Sword.
Zangxin’s pupils nearly ford a sharp thin line, his sinister laughter chilling the cold night: "Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique."
Duanmo’s eyes flickered: "And he has cultivated the Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique to the second layer, while the current Sword Master Yu has only cultivated to the fifth layer, right? Yet Ying Xiu, the Heir of Tianxi Sword Sect, after cultivating for over two hundred years, hasn’t even broken through the first layer. What does this imply?"
Zangxin casually tossed away the Tingshan Sword and said coldly: "What else could it imply? Only a direct descendant of Baili can cultivate the Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique."
Duanmo sneered coldly: "The Immortal Venerable Leader’s ability to appear upright really makes us demons quite ashad; back in the day when he married the Empress of Central Netherworld, he swore that in this life, he would only marry her alone. Who would’ve thought the infatuated Sword Master would still hide such an illegitimate child with such transcendent Sword Dao talent..."
Saying this, his eyes turned as he thought of sothing interesting: "Could it be secretly born with the Princess?"
"No." Zangxin’s tone was resolute.
The smile under the hood was eerie and chilling, yet vaguely tinged with an indescribable excitent.
"Two hundred years, I didn’t expect you could still bring such surprising delight; killing you with my own hands back then has caused great sorrow and regret for many years."
Duanmo listened to these words, seemingly puzzled: "Uncle Zangxin, what are you saying?"
"Duanmo." A fleeting trace of wickedness flickered in Zangxin’s eyes: "I want you to probe him again, choose Evergreen Pavilion as the venue."
Duanmo crossed his arms and laughed: "Weren’t you just saying not to complicate matters?"
"It’s different now." Zangxin’s tone was peculiar: "Compared to the Heavenly Mountain Sword Tomb, this person is far more critical..."
"Alright, how do you want to probe him?"
Zangxin said: "Until now, he doesn’t know your true identity; he may only be suspicious of your intentions. The day after tomorrow is when Sword Pavilion opens, find a way to invite him to Evergreen Pavilion."
"Evergreen Pavilion — Uncle Zangxin, are you going to forever trap him in that impure place?"
Zangxin smiled: "No, I’m facilitating a beauty."
Duanmo sighed: "That boy isn’t a fool, knowing I harbor animosity; how would he obediently accept the invitation?"
"Don’t worry about that. You just need to say three words when you invite him to et at Evergreen Pavilion."
"Which three words?"
"...Baili An."
At dusk, Baili An, vomiting until nearly unconscious, lay dazed by the windowsill, discovered only by Little Deer who carried him back to Yue Nv’s small Fuying Peak.
As Yue Nv, who was suppressing the Kui Snake Poison in her body with deep breaths, saw the little deer-like girl, instinct not diminished, even transford into a girl’s figure remained on all fours like a beast, carrying a pallid-faced boy on her delicate back.
If she remained a deer’s form, it would be acceptable, but carrying soone while bouncing and running through the mountains in her lovely and delicate girl form looked sowhat incongruous.
The Little Deer girl, however, was as attentive as a padded jacket to her master.
Knowing her young master was unwell, worried about jostling her ’fragile body’ during route, she even placed his legs over her thin shoulders, carefully caring for him, and cushioned his head on her delicate and charming bottom.
The Little Deer girl yodeled joyfully, running to Yue Nv’s feet under her surprised gaze.
"What happened?"
Yue Nv looked at Baili An’s terrifyingly pale face and crouched down with a solemn expression, touching his cheek. Under her hand, his body temperature was cold, unlike that of a living person.
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