Capítulo 1154: Chapter 793: The Secret of the Spirit Root
Ning Feiyan took in her deanor completely, a smile tugging at her lips as she said, “It seems Princess Zhao Wenjun is quite interested in this strange artifact? But I have proven to you that the Fla Marrow is hidden within the Sword Tomb, yet you don’t seem very pleased?”
Zhao Wenjun lifted her head, her gaze sowhat icy.
Ning Feiyan, known for her cunning like a demon, had eyes that saw through everything: “Ah, I rember now, such a rare Fla Marrow is hidden in the Heavenly Mountain, originating from the Upper Pure Realm. To extract it, one must first sever the Thirteen Soul Chains. If the Princess desires the Fla Marrow, it ans betraying Sword Master Yu, a childhood companion who’s been close for so many years. This indeed is a difficult dilemma to solve.”
Zhao Wenjun narrowed her eyes, remaining silent.
Ning Feiyan’s smile grew deeper: “Allow to guess what reason could make the Princess so interested in the Fla Marrow.”
As she spoke, she raised her hand slightly, and fine crimson demonic traces suddenly seeped through Zhao Wenjun’s fair, jade-like cheeks, adding an evil allure to her dignified beauty.
Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows with a mischievous look: “Isn’t this the unique Blood Covenant of our Demon Clan? Judging from the aura, it seems to have been inflicted by an unknown River Lord from Mohe. Being constrained by the Blood Covenant, I reckon the Princess hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in centuries?”
The Blood Covenant planted by the Mohe River Lord was extrely concealed. If not for Ning Feiyan possessing a Divine Origin and being very sensitive to Demonic Qi, it might have gone unnoticed.
Under Ning Feiyan’s wanton scrutiny, Zhao Wenjun’s eyes gradually froze over.
“Truly pitiful,” Ning Feiyan gazed tenderly, “In my opinion, the Princess didn’t need to act so extre. Although the Blood Covenant is difficult to dissolve, it doesn’t require using the entire Fla Marrow for purification. Without severing the Thirteen Soul Chains, one-third of the Fla Marrow’s power could instantly resolve it.
You and Sword Master Yu share a deep bond from childhood. If you face hardships, simply ask him directly. How could he deny sparing a third of the Fla Marrow to save you?”
Ning Feiyan’s seemingly comforting words were, in fact, ant to attack Zhao Wenjun’s heart.
Zhao Wenjun never was one to take extre paths. If this matter could truly be resolved easily, she wouldn’t have let it drag to this day, still under soone else’s control.
Princess Zhao Wenjun maintained her cold deanor, saying: “Why does Lord Si He need to imply serene comfort loaded with sarcasm? Yu has always valued the world, the future of Sword Dao above all else.
I am a sword cultivator practicing Fire Elent cultivation technique, innate with Fire Spirit Root. When he knew my life was in danger due to the loss of my Spirit Root, he never thought of acquiring the Fla Marrow to save and help regather my Spirit Root.
Ironically, back then, he only needed to spare one-third of the Fla Marrow to rescue …
But he abandoned that, he abandoned my life, my future, and remained silent about the Fla Marrow hidden in the Heavenly Mountain Sword Tomb.”
The Princess chuckled lightly: “So you think, tonight, rely being bound by Blood Energy is insignificant compared to the life-threatening past, yet how could he now spare a third of the Fla Marrow for ?”
“Yu’s heart is solely on the Dao, like mine. Both have Fire-attributed Spirit Roots, and the Fla Marrow is pivotal for him to achieve future Dao, breaking through the Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique’s seventh layer.
One-third is neither much nor little, yet its significance is too great for him. You must understand, no ancestor of the Xijian Sect has ever broken through the seventh layer of the Supre Dao Pure Sword Technique. How could he bear to part with one-third of the Fla Marrow?”
Ning Feiyan feigned sorrow: “He’s unwilling to part with a third of the Fla Marrow, seems like the life-saving grace and protective affection of the Princess an so little to him.”
Zhao Wenjun nonchalantly stated: “But I do not like to settle. Since sothing is destined to be unrewarding from him, why not fight for it myself?”
“Why make it sound so righteous.” Ning Feiyan chuckled, saying: “If you indeed tried to save Sword Master Yu by sacrificing your Spirit Root for him, while he refused the Fla Marrow to shield your heart, then that indeed makes him ungrateful and heartless.”
Ning Feiyan glanced at Zhao Wenjun, remarking: “Catching my demonic blade barehanded, the Princess doesn’t seem like a weak woman incapable of handling herself after losing her Spirit Root.”
Zhao Wenjun was montarily amused by this remark. Her face showed no guilt for deceiving anyone dear; her lazy smile hinted at so unconcern: “If possible, I would rather have been the one to sacrifice a Spirit Root back then. This way, at least I would have spared myself two centuries of lost freedom and humiliation imposed by others.”
She flicked her hair: “What I’ve done for him didn’t just stop at a re Spirit Root.”
Ning Feiyan laughed, her eyes revealing an unfathomable light: “Indeed, compared to a straightforward life-for-life exchange, supporting him from within the shadows, covered in mud, creating a world he cannot see, is indeed walking on thin ice.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenjun’s brow furrowed deeply, suddenly realizing that chatting idly with this witch might not be a wise move.
This witch’s mind was too profound, her eyes too sharp, her intelligence as deep as a Ghost God’s!
With just a few words, it seed she had seen through considerable secrets.
Zhao Wenjun felt an urge to leave, yet Ning Feiyan was relentless, adamant about continuing their chat: “I’m curious, since it wasn’t the Princess who saved Sword Master Yu back then, whose Spirit Root now resides within him?”
“Whose else could it be?” Zhao Wenjun smiled faintly, naturally saying: “In this world now, aside from his lawful wife, who else could do this for him?”
Ning Feiyan’s brows furrowed deeply, her smile finally fading away entirely.
Upon hearing this astounding answer, she inexplicably felt a sense of stuffy chill in her heart, and her complexion faintly appeared displeased: “Are you saying Lady Ying Ji? How could it possibly be her? As the Empress of Central Netherworld, carrying the mission of the people, how could she act so recklessly?
Besides, I rember her Spirit Root isn’t Fire-attributed but rather a very rare Yin Water Spirit Root, conflicting with Sword Master Yu’s Spirit Root. So how could it possibly be her who excised her Spirit Root, saving Sword Master Yu?”
“A woman, no matter how formidable, however cold, once deeply passionate, can do unimaginable, crazy things.
Ying Ji had a Yin Water Spirit Root, which couldn’t save Sword Master Yu. Also, she knew that a forcibly excised Spirit Root would be irreparably damaged, unusable again. How many people in this world would risk everything, their life, to save another?
She was a fool, so deeply in love then, that she resorted to forbidden techniques, reversing the order of creation, forcibly transmuting her Spirit Root. It was an extrely painful and twisted process; water and fire don’t mix, let alone transforming a Yin Water Spirit Root into a Pure Yang Spirit Root.”
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