Lv Zhuang’s heart suddenly gave rise to a strange feeling.
Ye Yichuan’s biological mother ca from a humble background, and his father, Ye Qingzhou, was also more strict than indulgent in the education of his offspring. It’s worth knowing that the elegant sword he himself used was rely a Top-grade Immortal Device.
Why would he find such a peculiar sword for his own son?
Speaking of it, the one that just broke the Sword Intent of the Life-devouring Sword was also this sword.
When did Ye Yichuan beco so deeply hidden?
Before Lv Zhuang could decipher the ancient characters imprinted on the sword body, Ye Yichuan’s calm voice rang out: "What’s the story behind your sword?"
Lv Zhuang thought, since you’ve finished asking my question, what should I ask you?
Regarding the arrangents of Zangxin, Lv Zhuang did not hide: "The Life-devouring Sword, it was forged and sacrificed by Zangxin with half of his Demon Essence. If Blood Energy is used to spur the Sword Qi, it can break the Star-breaking Rope."
He smiled bitterly: "To put it bluntly, it ans using life as the fuel for the sword’s power. With my cultivation, I can barely break one Star-breaking Rope."
"How many do you think I could break?"
"What?" Lv Zhuang was startled, looking up at him, only to see Ye Yichuan smiling lightly: "I’m just joking. But I suggest you let handle this sword. With your current physical condition, if you continue to keep this sword by your side, I’m afraid it will greatly harm your body."
The strange mood in Lv Zhuang’s heart deepened a bit, as if an invisible line was wandering in his mind, yet he couldn’t grasp it clearly.
He shook his head and said: "No, I need to return this sword to Zangxin, I cannot give it to you."
Ye Yichuan sighed and said: "Forget it, it’s up to you."
Seeing that he did not persist in asking for this sword, Lv Zhuang’s strange doubts eased a bit, and he did not wish to linger in Bai Tuo Mountain for too long.
He bowed to Ye Yichuan, feeling heavy-hearted: "No matter what, thank you for saving today. The road ahead of Tianxi is unknown, I hope you take care."
Ye Yichuan did not argue much with him, either, returning a fellow disciple’s salute, his tone carrying an inexplicable hint of sorrow: "Safe travels."
Lv Zhuang nodded, but as he turned, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.
A fierce wind arose in the forest, carrying along with it the Blood Pearl that dangled between the sword tips.
The cold sword tip, sharpened on both sides, t no resistance, like ice flowing like water, piercing through Lv Zhuang’s broad back, the thin, cold sword tip inch by inch penetrating through his chest.
The mirror-like sword body could hardly retain blood; the crimson Blood Pearl rolled without coagulation, like little red coral beads, blossoming into a patch of red flowers at Lv Zhuang’s feet.
The sword, inserted from his back, went in completely, the guard reaching Lv Zhuang’s stiffened back, and his blank mind only then belatedly felt the pain, realizing what had happened.
The sound of wind in the wilderness fell silently upon his ears, suddenly becoming so quiet.
Only the sound of Blood Pearls dripping onto the ground was clearly audible, faint yet heavily striking at his heart.
The cold suffocating sensation surged up all at once, Lv Zhuang wordlessly opened his mouth, only to choke up a mouthful of blood froth from the roaring Gale.
The sword tip in front of his chest buzzed slightly, as if preparing to withdraw.
Lv Zhuang’s pupils trembled, and he reached out his hand in confusion to grasp the sword tip.
The palm was sharply cut open, yet he didn’t seem to feel the pain, gripping it tightly, his wrist trembling violently.
He slowly turned his head, his pair of pitch-black eyes staring unwaveringly, fixedly at Ye Yichuan’s face, a face full of honesty and betrayal.
In those dark eyes, fatigue had already extinguished any strong emotions of shock.
Lv Zhuang’s pale face was haggard as if he were dead, shadows of despair and a death-wish cast beneath his eyelids.
He coughed up blood froth, wetting and staining Ye Yichuan’s face, a face that, like his father, seed charming but was actually cold and thin.
"I don’t understand."
Ye Yichuan did not reply, his lowered eyes appeared extrely calm, so calm that no guilt or pain could be seen for killing his close friend with his own hands.
First, he took the Life-devouring Sword from Lv Zhuang’s hand and slung it over his back. He sighed and said, "I told you, Lv Zhuang, you are really foolish, being used by others without knowing it, wasting your life, isn’t it bitter?"
"You..." Lv Zhuang widened his eyes, but was powerless to accuse, only managing a bitter smile, "Who are you really?"
Ye Yichuan chuckled lightly, yet his laughter was devoid of emotion, "I co from a small town on the southern border, my na is Ye Yichuan. My mother died when I was nine, and I joined the Tianxi Sword Sect just to collect Ye Qingzhou’s body..."
"Hiss——————"
He suddenly pulled out the sword that pierced through Lv Zhuang’s chest, and the sharp blade rcilessly cut off his five fingers.
Blood splattered, staining half of Ye Yichuan’s face.
Lv Zhuang’s body lost its support and fell onto the chest of the person behind him.
Ye Yichuan remained expressionless, allowing Lv Zhuang to slowly slide down from him, leaving a long trail of blood across his clothes.
He lowered his eyes, looking at Lv Zhuang coolly, "You want to go down the mountain? Ye Qingzhou died in a place I did not know, couldn’t see. In this lifeti, even in death, I cannot rest in peace!"
The fallen Lv Zhuang finally saw clearly the two characters engraved on the icy Spirit Sword in his hand.
"Han Zhi!"
Lv Zhuang’s eyes widened in shock, the dying man like a sudden revival, he abruptly grabbed his sleeve, excitedly, "This is... this is!!!"
Ye Yichuan let him pull, did not break free, raised the sword to his eyes, and said calmly, "Yes, this is the Han Zhi Sword, the personal sword of the Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace."
He glanced at Lv Zhuang, "Very useful, isn’t it?"
Even at the mont of being pierced through the chest and having his life taken, Lv Zhuang, who had never shown a trace of hatred, now looked as if he wanted to eat soone, "What did you do to her! What did you do to her!"
"Don’t worry, I won’t harm her."
Ye Yichuan sighed, crouched down, and reached out to wipe the blood splattered on Lv Zhuang’s face, "I knew, your Lord Ji Pei’s true loyalty was never to the Tianxi Sword Sect, but to the Central Netherworld Empress. You fall in love with her world, wherever Ji Pei’s heart goes, you crash toward it with all your mind.
Young Palace Master Yin, always carrying that Black Emperor’s Jade, the Crown Princess Consort recognized by the Imperial City of Central Netherworld, although Ji Pei did not show it on the surface, for two hundred years, he has secretly solved countless troubles for her. I know all of you are closely tied to her, Lv Zhuang."
His tone was gentle and soft, yet one couldn’t tell how much of it was genuine, "So I won’t harm her, this is also fulfilling our years of friendship."
The hand that tightly clutched his sleeve finally slowly loosened upon hearing this, Lv Zhuang’s gaze grew more and more unfocused, muttering sothing he couldn’t understand anymore.
Until his cracked lips finally stopped moving, Ye Yichuan expressionlessly reached out to close his eyes.
"Dying without peace, seems you still bla in your heart, if we..."
At this point, Ye Yichuan’s voice halted, and he did not continue speaking.
He stood up, raised his palm, and struck out a thunderbolt of fire, burning Lv Zhuang’s body to ashes.
He gathered the ash-like remains with a sweep of his sleeve, casually said, "You were right, to break the shackles, one must learn to take and give. Lv Zhuang, you and I were never on the sa path from the beginning, but since you were willing to treat as a friend until death, Sword Master Yu, I will kill for you."
"After it all ends, I’ll take you back to Central Netherworld."
The snow and wind blew endlessly, drifting down through the ominous clouds above the sky.
With a loud bang in the sky, Heavenly Mountain shook violently with continuous explosions. Among the mournful cries of ten thousand swords, a crimson bolt of lightning bathed the Winged Bird, soaring up, shattering both Heavenly Mountain and the sky.
Ye Yichuan squinted through the snow and wind, looked toward the Sword Pavilion, and chuckled softly, "Erhe Zangxin, turns out you have a few tricks, the Sword Soul of the Yuanli Sword is completely dead, it’s already a fact, Baili Yu is powerless to reverse it, this ti, it seems that Duan Mo’s fate is also exhausted."
"Interesting, interesting, let’s see turn this world upside down."
Ye Yichuan smiled slightly, donned the red-black sword suit, the Life-devouring Sword behind him shining with flowing light, rged into a red light that hid in his sleeve.
He sent out a single sword thought: "Sect Master, I found a trace of rebellion in Muyang Forest, I hope Sect Master can co and see!"
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