Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 850 The Bright Light Vanishes, Demons Lurk (Part 3)
"Then let's do it my way."

"Hmm. If the sects in the west don't like it, then they have no taste."

"When I'm slinked back to the capital, will Your Highness use the same words to comfort me?"

"Yes, I like whatever Young Master Pei does."

"I'm really worried about losing your storybook."

"If you dare to litter again after reading this, I'll throw you away too."

Pei Ye smiled and said, "That won't scare anyone."

"Await your return."

"it is good."

……

……

There is no moon but it rains.

child time.

The branches and leaves outside the window rustled, and the room was dark inside, with no lights on.

Zhao Zixing put on his boots and looked down at the short note on the table again. The ink was fresh, but under the light, it seemed to turn into ghostly shadows.

"...You shall immediately copy the newly acquired 'Six Plum Secret Swords' completely, without any errors or omissions, and submit it for inspection. After that, we will hand it over to Little Red Cloud. The remaining crimes will be temporarily suspended and will be judged after this matter is concluded..."

At the end, there were the signatures of Diancang and Tianshan, followed by a dark red seal, which was the seal of the Immortal Terrace of Yetian City.

“The ruling…” Zhao Zixing chuckled softly, his voice trembling slightly, and he swallowed hard.

His father hadn't taught him much. He wasn't particularly saddened by his death.

He simply looked at the formally businesslike note and felt a sense of hypocritical absurdity.

Zhao Long, the master of Plum Valley, stole and devoured Xiao Chixia's martial arts manual, but the next day he was discovered by the master of Xiaoyun Mountain and executed by the master of Kunlun Palace at Tianshan Pavilion, thus ending his life.

Regarding this man who didn't care much about him, Zhao Zixing remembered only one sentence very clearly.

"In the martial world, the strong prey on the weak."

So the Little Red Cloud Sect Leader died at his hands, and he himself died at the hands of the Kunlun Palace Master.

The father, who killed to steal scriptures, still tried to cover it up, while these powerful sects, who killed to steal scriptures, were unwilling to even bear a trace of remorse. It was only natural that "The Six Plum Blossoms Secret Sword" be handed over to them for review and processing, and the so-called "crime" was simply a crown that the strong put on themselves before slaughtering the weak.

Zhao Zixing has never found a way to become stronger.

He cultivated diligently and reached the Eighth Stage at a young age, but after two years, he still couldn't see the appearance of the Xuanmen.

He had been practicing swordsmanship for over ten years. Although he was not stupid, it took him five years to complete the "Six Plum Secret Swordsmanship," making him worlds apart from those legendary geniuses.

The so-called extraordinary encounters with immortal swords are like a dream; the practice of strange arts and secret scriptures all require the permission of major sects.

He hadn't expected the opportunity to come so suddenly.

This May.

The calamity of the snow lotus swept across the land.

Zhao Zixing examined his appearance in the mirror again. He felt his whole body trembling slightly, so he used his inner energy to carefully suppress it and then hid the small dagger in his waist.

When that pure white snow lotus was born, he felt his heart pound. When he learned that it could devour, he sat in meditation for a long time that night.

The West seemed to be getting more and more chaotic until mid-May when a terrifying message suddenly spread throughout the West.

The Southern Sect of Yi Jian slaughtered the entire Jian Du Villa. 'It's coming,' he thought.

He had met the young lady of Jiandu Villa two years ago at the Huazhou gathering. They exchanged greetings and four sentences.

Her beauty was truly impressive, far from the ordinary kind. With seven or eight handsome men surrounding her and laughing with her, she was the moon surrounded by stars.

Zhao Zixing didn't lower himself to fawn over her. He believed that as long as he became powerful, women would naturally come to him... or if they met in a quiet, private place, he might be willing to say a few unusual things to her.

Now that he has seen this news, he knows that the next era is about to begin.

If a major sect like the Southern School has taken such a decisive action, one can imagine how earth-shattering the momentum of this event is.

What will happen when the snow lotuses devour each other? What exactly is this so-called Celestial Court? This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity; of course, we must seize it first.

It's a very simple principle: if you devour five martial arts manuals before others, by the time those who are still hesitant realize the nature of the law of the jungle, they will only be good for nourishing you.

Time is of the essence.

Zhao Zixing had never done these things before, but he knew that those who achieve great things must be decisive and ruthless. He stared at the mirror for three breaths, then tried again to circulate the "Disappearance and Sound Elimination Technique" he had been taught. Sure enough, his reflection in the mirror slowly disappeared. This result gave him a great sense of security. He turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The young man lying in the outer hall was startled awake. He groggily looked up and saw Li Zhan's ordinary face: "Young Master... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. You go to sleep." Zhao Zixing's throat tightened slightly. "I'm going to the outhouse."

"Oh... Hey! Young Master, my senior uncles said you can't leave the room." Li Zhan seemed to have sobered up a bit, rubbing his eyes. "Did I forget to get you the chamber pot?"

He threw back the covers and got up: "Young Master, please wait a moment, I'll be right there."

"No need to bother, you can go to sleep."

"This is still me—"

"I told you to lie down!"

"...Oh, okay."

Zhao Zixing stepped out of the courtyard. He hadn't expected Li Zhanyou to be so perceptive—he usually didn't pay much attention to him—and he encountered an accident as soon as he stepped out. This made him hesitate for a moment, but then he remembered what he had to do, and a surge of hot blood rushed to his chest. He strode towards the main courtyard.

He had calculated the timing perfectly: Xu Wuyuan was old and frail and would go back to his room to rest for a while; Pang Qi was arrogant and conceited, and had drunk too much today, so he wouldn't pay attention to the commotion in the mourning hall. Only Qu Yingshi remained.

The cold rain kept pelting him as Zhao Zixing stepped into the main courtyard.

“…Zixing?” The person in the hall turned around, frowned, and asked in confusion, “Why did you come here?”

Zhao Zixing did not answer, but walked into the hall step by step. The corpse covered with a white sheet stopped in the center. He lowered his head and did not speak.

Qu Yingshi scolded in a low voice, "I ordered you to stay in the courtyard, why are you running around again!"

Zhao Zixing stood beside her, cleared his throat, and whispered, "Uncle Qu, do you really intend to pass on my Plum Valley Secret Technique to someone else?"

Qu Yingshi frowned: "This is the decision of several major sects, not our decision... The sect leader suddenly attacked and killed Xiao Chixia without consulting us. Now is a critical time for the sect, and we should do our best to survive... Never mind, these matters are not your concern for the time being. We will handle the sect's affairs. You may go back now."

Zhao Zixing moved closer and knelt down beside her.

"...I know you are grieving, but the sect is going through a turbulent time, and you cannot disobey Senior Brother Xu in public as you did at noon," Qu Yingshi said in a low voice. "Senior Brother Xu's reprimand was necessary. Otherwise, people would think there is discord within the sect, and if there is an opportunity, evil forces would easily come to Plum Valley—uh!"

Qu Yingshi's pupils shrank to pinpoints, her lips parted but she couldn't utter a sound. A heavy, sharp dagger was driven into her throat from bottom to top, and icy true energy surged into her unsuspecting body, locking down every acupoint.

"...I gave you a chance." Zhao Zixing's voice trembled slightly as he gasped for breath. "What my father risked his life for, you wouldn't give me... A bunch of idiots, can't you understand what time it is now..."

Qu Yingshi stared at him in disbelief, her body stiff with pain. She seemed to want to shout something, but no sound came out, and she slowly collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Zixing looked at her for a while, then began to grope her still warm body. After a few moments, he pulled out the new "Six Plum Secret Swords" book. The heavy weight of the book in his hand made Zhao Zixing chuckle a few times. Then his expression turned serious. He listened cautiously to the sounds around him. Fortunately, there was only the patter of night rain.

He put the martial arts manual in his bosom, picked up Qu Yingshi's sword, and walked into the rainy night. He struggled to regulate his breathing, and his figure gradually disappeared.

　My head is a little dizzy, and I'll make up for the missing words in the next two days, friends.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)