Chapter 542: Chapter 278: Rebel, Behold the Sword!
Bright, sharp red fingertips pressed against a tiny, fresh wound, with just a gentle thrust, the Heavenly Dao would be left with only one of the Cangwu Palace.
Two hundred years ago, the death of a mber from the Xijian Sect at the hands of Erhe Zangxin’s sches, had thoroughly provoked irreparable strife within the closely-knit Three Sects.
In these two hundred years, the once-flourishing Three Sects seed tranquil on the surface, but due to the death of one individual, they had long turned their backs on each other, unable to unite in spirit.
Recently, rumors circulated that Erhe had grown restless again, and amidst the Tianxi Thirteen Swords, the treasures of Cangwu, and the Taixuan Nine Classics, he had secretly planted countless assassinations.
But to Ning Feiyan, these were all insignificant skirmishes.
That fellow had plotted for three thousand years but ultimately failed to completely drag Ghost into falling into the Demon Path.
With his wife Hongying’s arrival, the millennium of cultivation shattered in a day, and with Ghost gone, three thousand years of tireless efforts ended up in vain.
Although the ng Zifei they acquired along the way was sowhat interesting.
Perhaps, one day in the future, he might indeed qualify to beco part of the Three Sects.
However, his cultivation, after all, was transferred from soone else and was not his own foundational Spirit Root.
The deeper the cultivation in the future, the more severe the rejection of the Spirit Root within.
With humans cultivating demonic arts, great risks were inherent, and how far ng Zifei could go remained an undefined variable.
Erhe Zangxin’s plans were overly complicated, and the path ahead was incredibly long.
Ning Feiyan was quite patient, but she could not wait.
Today, with Su Jing’s death, the Heavenly Dao was left with an insane woman and a genius who had violated the Heart Demon Oath, unable to cross the tribulation in this lifeti, and not worth fearing.
With the Three Sects losing their successors, it would not be difficult for them to gradually disintegrate and peel apart layer by layer.
Tonight, killing Su Jing and taking the six Mohe, and her secretly nurtured fifth Mohe would also erge.
With the six Mohe in her hands, the fall of the Three Sects in the future would be within her grasp, thus giving her enough leverage to negotiate with the Demon Lord and change the laughable destiny of the Enchanting Demon.
To be honest, Ning Feiyan had not anticipated that tonight’s progress would be so smooth.
For over two hundred years, Su Jing had cultivated, her na consistently topping the Demon World’s assassination list, highly favored by the Demon Generals and assassins.
Even the scheming and venomous Zangxin had not refrained from devising assassination plans against her.
Su Jing, who had cultivated alone for two hundred years and traveled Tianyao, encountered countless dangers and walked the thin line between life and death, yet never left her life behind.
For so unknown reason, tonight, Su Jing seed especially vulnerable, an easy target.
When had she beco so unguarded?
Ning Feiyan shook her head with a smile, no longer dwelling on these thoughts, her fingertips gently indented into her skin, her red nails forming an extrely sharp curve.
Just as her fingertips exerted force, a gust of wind suddenly swept in from outside the window, causing the green lamp in the large sleeping chamber to flicker and extinguished.
Ning Feiyan’s gaze shifted slightly, as her brows slowly furrowed.
For she felt a chill approaching.
She lifted her gaze and saw a young man standing under the moon window, who had risen at so unknown ti, looking at her with a cold and piercing stare.
Ning Feiyan calmly t the young man’s gaze; his light blue under-robe half-open and sliding off, the glint in his eyes faint, desolate.
The palm hanging by his side, just wounded by Ning Feiyan, was bleeding, the blood dripping down his fingertips onto the snowy white bedcover.
The young man was still the sa one from before.
But it seed that sothing was slightly different.
Because Ning Feiyan certainly would not stop her movents to poison Su Jing because of a person’s gaze.
At so point, the silver chain hanging the Immortal Tears around the young man’s neck broke, and instead of rolling away, the teardrop-like Immortal Tear was held between his fingers, twirling leisurely.
With half-closed, drunken eyes, the young man looked down at the Immortal Tear, then did sothing that greatly puzzled Ning Feiyan.
He embedded the Immortal Tear deep into his collarbone, blood overflowing, holding a pristine, luminous Immortal Tear.
Ning Feiyan t his black eyes. She couldn’t see her own reflection in them, but they were incredibly bright, unsettling.
She couldn’t quite identify the feeling it gave her.
Watching the young man embed the Immortal Tear into his bone, it was as if, for a mont, two souls, invisible as if separated by ti and space, rged together.
The young man’s dark eyes glowered slightly, a faint glint passing through them, “You still intend to kill her?”
Ning Feiyan couldn’t understand the aning of ‘still’ in his words, but logic told her that she should ignore the young man now and inject the poison into Su Jing imdiately.
But for so reason, under his gaze, she inexplicably felt an illusion.
Being watched by the young man, she found herself unable to touch Su Jing today.
The thought seed ludicrous and absurd, but when she rembered how the Demon Butterfly toxin had erupted, even Su Jing had fallen into a powerless state of paralysis, and yet he stood up after being hit by her, seemingly unhard.
It seed that the young man’s identity was perhaps not just as simple as the six Mohe.
Ning Feiyan withdrew her finger unhurriedly, with a charming smile, she said, “Yes, tonight I have indeed co to kill.”
She changed her mind and decided not to kill Su Jing for the ti being. Her fingertip as sharp as a blade, with a flick of her finger, a bright red, fierce ray of light shot out, aiming straight for Baili An’s eyes.
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