Chapter 15: Your Master Stole Your Life (4000 words)
The first form of Caocijian Jue—Spring Sprout Breaking Through Earth.
As Jiang Qingyi's sword tip shimmered with a cold light, it was like a tender sprout in early spring pushing through frozen earth.
The longsword in the young girl's hand contained infinite Life Qi and sharp penetrating power.
"Break!"
With a soft cry from the young girl,
Jiang Qingyi condensed her Sword Qi into a single point, moving incredibly fast, with even faint green grass phantoms swirling around her sword tip.
The formation set up by the Blood Butterfly PavilionDisciple in front of her was directly broken by Jiang Qingyi.
A cold light flashed before his eyes.
By the time he reacted, he only felt a dizzying sensation, and the opponent's head dropped straight to the ground.
"Hoo"
Jiang Qingyi took a deep breath, wiping the hot sweat from her forehead.
In the past ten days, this was the third Cultivator from Blood Butterfly Pavilion that Jiang Qingyi had encountered.
Moreover, the intervals between their encounters were getting shorter and shorter.
This showed that Blood Butterfly Pavilion had roughly pinpointed her location.
They were now narrowing their search like drawing in a net.
Jiang Qingyi put away her longsword and quickly walked into a cave.
Inside the Immortal Cave, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was his Disciple running towards him.
"Master, are you alright?"
Jiang Qingyi asked worriedly.
"It's nothing serious." Xiao Mo shook his head. "I'm sorry, it seems this body of mine is becoming less and less helpful to you."
When Blood Butterfly Pavilion launched their attack just now, Xiao Mo was adjusting his Spiritual Vein, and it was at a critical moment, so he couldn't intervene. Therefore, Jiang Qingyi could only lure the attacker away and fight him one-on-one.
"Master, don't say such things." Jiang Qingyi shook her head. "If you hadn't blocked a Nascent Soul Realmassassin three days ago, your Disciple would have died a tragic death."
Xiao Mo smiled, "Isn't it only natural for a Master to protect his Disciple?"
Jiang Qingyi's eyes curved into crescents, "Then isn't it also only right for a Disciple to protect her Master at a critical moment?"
"Oh, you…" Xiao Mo sighed softly, "As long as you don't mind me being a burden to you."
Jiang Qingyi frowned, pouting her small mouth, "Master, if you say such things again, your Disciplewill truly be angry!"
"Alright, alright, then Master won't say it." Xiao Mostood up, "Let's keep going. More people from Blood Butterfly Pavilion will be here soon."
"Understood, Master."
Jiang Qingyi helped her Master stand up and walked out of the Immortal Cave.
Outside the Immortal Cave was a wild Lushu horse with the Lushu Bloodline.
Jiang Qingyi had encountered this horse ten days ago. After a beating, she tamed it, and it served as a mount for her Master.
Actually, a Lushu horse couldn't fly as fast as a Golden Core Realm Cultivator.
And different terrains would also affect the horse's speed.
But there was no other way.
Her Master's injuries were getting worse and worse, and he could no longer fly for long periods.
"Gee up!"
After helping her Master onto the Lushu horse, Jiang Qingyi also swung herself up.
Jiang Qingyi held the reins, cradling her frail Master in her arms.
Initially, when they rode one horse together, Jiang Qingyi was happy, but also a bit embarrassed, always overthinking things.
However, after some time, especially as more and more assassins appeared and their situation became increasingly dangerous, Jiang Qingyi no longer had such thoughts.
She only wanted to escape the pursuit with her Master.
As things stood, the Ten Thousand Laws World was definitely not safe.
So Jiang Qingyi wanted to take her Master and flee to the Ten Thousand Demons Country!
As long as they went to the Ten Thousand Demons Country, even Blood Butterfly Pavilion wouldn't be able to catch them.
Once her Realm was higher, she would return and completely wipe out Blood Butterfly Pavilion!
As for whether she could escape to the Ten Thousand Demons Country, Jiang Qingyi was still very confident.
But Xiao Mo didn't think so.
Blood Butterfly Pavilion wasn't foolish; they would definitely know he intended to go to the Ten Thousand Demons Country.
Secondly, after several major battles before, especially the struggle with a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator, his body was getting worse and worse.
Every time he attacked, every time he was injured, it was like striking another hammer blow against his already broken body.
Forget thirty years; if this continued, Xiao Mo felt he wouldn't live for another year.
"How many more times can I make a move?" Xiao Mothought to himself. "It seems that plan needs to be moved up."
Another two months passed.
Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi encountered more and more assassins.
Blood Butterfly Pavilion had completely grasped Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi's whereabouts.
Not only was Xiao Mo's body getting worse, but Jiang Qingyi also suffered significant injuries.
The two were only thirty days at most from the border between the Ten Thousand Laws World and the Ten Thousand Demons Country.
Hope filled Jiang Qingyi's eyes.
But Xiao Mo was too clear about his own body.
He was still alive now only because there was one last thing he hadn't done, and he was holding on by his last breath.
Now that they were getting closer to the Ten Thousand Demons Country, it was almost time for him to end this life.
At the foot of Black Wind Mountain.
Jiang Qingyi was speeding with her Master along a shortcut to the border of the Ten Thousand Demons Country.
Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo's minds suddenly tensed, and they both leaped up simultaneously.
The next moment, a long spear, like a meteor, stabbed down.
The Lushu horse was violently pinned to the ground, its breath completely gone.
A Nascent Soul Realm man wearing a tiger mask stood with his hands clasped behind his back on the spear shaft. A gentle breeze ruffled his robes, which were embroidered with a blood-colored butterfly.
Immediately after, seven Cultivators from Blood Butterfly Pavilion rushed out, consisting of three Dragon Gate Realm and four Golden Core RealmCultivators.
"Young Master, long time no see."
A man in a green robe walked out, holding a fan in his hand. He looked like a scholar, seemingly refined.
But in Xiao Mo's eyes, he was nothing but a beast in human clothing.
The man in green robes was Sun Jin, one of King Xiao of Liang's strategists. Not only were his schemes insidious, but he was also cowardly and had no scholarly integrity whatsoever.
Xiao Mo disliked him the most.
"Did you come here to die?" Xiao Mo asked.
"Hehehehe…" Sun Jin smiled, "Not at all. I came here to take the heads of Young Master and her back."
As he spoke, Sun Jin looked at Jiang Qingyi, "I didn't expect that girl from back then to not only grow into such a beautiful young woman but also reach such a Realm. It's truly rare, and all of it is thanks to Young Master."
"Cough cough cough… stop with the nonsense. If you want to kill, just come directly." Xiao Mo coughed a few times, and the longsword in his hand vibrated.
"Kill!"
The masked man waved his hand.
The assassins from Blood Butterfly Pavilion instantly vanished from their original positions.
The moment they reappeared, a cold light had already emerged before Jiang Qingyi.
Xiao Mo took a step forward, wanting to help his Disciple.
However, the masked man, holding a long spear, thrust it at Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo's Caocijian Jue transformed into nine streams of Sword Qi, nine invisible longswords piercing towards the opponent's vital points.
But the masked man was able to disperse Xiao Mo's Sword Qi every time.
Xiao Mo flew up, and the masked man followed closely.
Caocijian Jue—Rain Hitting Banana Leaves.
The Sword Qi around Xiao Mo continuously condensed, and the white clouds in the sky were shredded by the Sword Qi, transforming into numerous longswords.
"Fall!"
Hundreds of longswords formed from white clouds pierced towards the masked man.
Xiao Mo also personally held his sword and engaged in close combat. His sword speed was fast and dense, like a sudden downpour striking banana leaves, producing a continuous, crisp clashing sound.
"Good sword technique, sharp Sword Qi, profound Sword Intent. You might have been able to enter the Immortal Realm, but it's a pity, how did your Foundation get so damaged?" The masked man sighed with regret.
The next instant, the silver long spear pointed directly at Xiao Mo's heart.
Xiao Mo's mind tensed, and he blocked with his sword horizontally.
A huge impact struck Xiao Mo's sword, and the sword body was pushed back, hitting Xiao Mo's chest.
"Boom!"
Like a cannonball, Xiao Mo was slammed towards the peak of a mountain.
The peak was shattered into dust, and huge rocks rolled down.
"Master!"
Jiang Qingyi, who was being besieged, was extremely anxious and wanted to help her Master, but the other Blood Butterfly Pavilion Disciples blocked her path.
"Get out of the way!"
Jiang Qingyi gripped her longsword tightly, her eyes filled with rage.
"Get out of the way?" Sun Jin smiled, "Miss Jiang, today, you must die here. Actually, it's better this way; dying without knowing anything is the King's final mercy to you and the Young Master."
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
She took a step forward, and the characteristics of Xuanshuang Longjian intertwined with the young girl's Sword Qi.
Within a one-mile radius centered on the young girl, everything was covered in profound frost.
The young girl thrust her sword, and the profound frost Sword Intent, carrying the sharpness of Caocijian Jue, pierced through the heart of a Blood Butterfly Pavilion Dragon Gate Realm Disciple!
On the other side of the battlefield, the masked man knew that Xiao Mo was not dead.
He held his long spear and plunged it down.
Xiao Mo stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His sword momentum was like wind sweeping across a prairie, continuous and endless, seemingly gentle yet containing resilience. It deflected force, transformed energy, and used borrowed strength to strike back, his sword light forming a swaying phantom of grass waves.
After the masked man was sent flying by Xiao Mo's sword, he used his long spear to brace himself against the ground.
The long spear carved a hundred-meter-long trail in the dirt until the masked man's back hit a tree, and his body finally stopped.
The mask on his face was already shattered.
The masked man simply threw the mask away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He hadn't expected this Cultivator, who was like a flickering candle in the wind, to still possess such strength. He was indeed not simple.
However, he had to die here today.
The next instant, the masked man's spiritual power surged, and the long spear in his hand glowed with a cold light.
This was his final move.
With one thrust of the spear, the spear momentum around the long spear actually transformed into a long Dragon.
"Roar!"
The long Dragon roared, pouncing towards Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo calmly looked at the long spear, took a deep breath, and used his Sword Bone to activate his Spiritual Vein.
Xiao Mo's Sword Qi rose steadily. The masked man barely breathed, feeling as if countless fine swords were poking his lungs!
He swung his sword, and the Sword Qi transformed into a sword stele, blocking Xiao Mo's front.
"Dong!"
The long spear was stuck on the sword stele, unable to advance an inch.
The next instant, the masked man only felt a figure float past him.
When he lowered his head, his heart had already been pierced with a large hole.
Xiao Mo stood behind the masked man, casually flicking his hand, and the blood on his longsword splattered onto a tree.
The masked man fell forward, without a sound.
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough…"
Xiao Mo coughed violently, his face growing paler and paler, gasping for air.
"Qingyi…" Xiao Mo wiped his mouth and flew towards his Disciple's direction.
At the same time, Jiang Qingyi swung her sword, cutting off the head of the last Blood Butterfly Pavilion Disciple.
Sun Jin, who stood by, had an extremely grim expression.
In Sun Jin's view, Jiang Qingyi was certain to die.
But unexpectedly, her strength was so exaggerated. She was invincible among those of the same Realm, and even a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator would have to exert considerable effort to kill her.
Sun Jin felt a bad premonition and wanted to escape.
But how could Jiang Qingyi let him leave alive?
Jiang Qingyi chanted a Sword Incantation, and the ice sculptures of small grass on the ground suddenly shattered.
They transformed into chains of profound frost, binding Sun Jin.
Jiang Qingyi pulled in the Void Realm, and Sun Jinwas directly slammed to the ground.
Sun Jin threw out his fan.
From the fan, two ink-colored fierce tigers sprang out.
While the painted tigers delayed the opponent, Sun Jin turned to leave.
But he hadn't taken many steps when the two ink tigers were directly pierced by ice cones, turning into ink flowing onto the ground.
Jiang Qingyi flew forward, her sword rushing towards his back. Sun Jin turned, trying to block the sword tip with his fan.
Sun Jin skipped across the ice like a pebble, finally slamming into a tree.
When Sun Jin climbed up, Jiang Qingyi's longsword was already pointed at his throat.
Looking at Jiang Qingyi's cold eyes, Sun Jin quickly begged for mercy, "Fairy, spare my life! Fairy, please spare my life!"
"Answer my questions! If you answer well, I will spare you!" Jiang Qingyi said coldly.
"Fairy, please speak! I will definitely tell you everything I know, without holding anything back!" Sun Jin was so scared his face turned pale, completely forgetting his arrogant demeanor from just now.
Looking at such a person, Jiang Qingyi felt that killing him would only dirty her sword.
"Who wants to kill my Master!" Jiang Qingyi asked coldly.
Jiang Qingyi had always been very curious about who her Master had offended that they would pursue him to the ends of the earth.
She had asked before, but her Master had always remained silent.
"This…" Sun Jin looked troubled, hesitating to speak.
"Speak!" Jiang Qingyi chopped off one of his arms with her sword.
"Ah!" Sun Jin screamed, clutching his severed arm, "I'll speak! I'll speak! It's King Xiao who wants to kill your Master!"
"What King Xiao? What enmity does he have with my Master!"
"King Xiao is King Jing of Liang, and your Master is his son. In fact, the King not only wants to kill Xiao Mo, but he also wants to kill you.
Do you still remember when you were four years old, your parents were killed, and you were taken to a house?
That incident was done by the King. Because you had an Innate Sword Bone, the King had someone bring you over to transplant the Sword Bone to Xiao Mo!
Your parents refused, so they were naturally killed offhand."
"You… you said what…" Jiang Qingyi was struck by lightning, her face pale, her pupils trembling, and the longsword in her hand fell to the ground.
Sun Jin's other hand secretly clutched a hidden weapon behind his back, and he continued, "You heard correctly. It was your Master's father who killed your parents.
You could have become a renowned Sword Immortal, but your Master transplanted your Sword Bone!
Your Master was able to enter the Nascent Soul Realm at eighteen entirely because of your Sword Bone.
It was those two, father and son, who broke your family and stole your life."
[Realm explanation: The Realms are—
Lower Three Realms: Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Immortal Cave.
Middle Three Realms: Dragon Gate, Golden Core, Nascent Soul.
Upper Three Realms: Jade Purity, Immortal, Ascension.]