Zhu Tian: Becoming a Sword Master from Martial Arts

Chapter 161 Holding Ying Huanhuan's hand to meet Ling Qingzhu

Linyuan Peak, front peak.

After Liu Huiyun brought Lin Xuan and Ying Huanhuan here, she went back, leaving only Lin Xuan and Ying Huanhuan here.

On the huge platform at the top of the mountain, Ying Huanhuan stood in front of the chains, looking at the chains spreading far away under her feet. A hint of curiosity flashed across her eyes, and she reached out to the side.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the next moment, Ying Huanhuan felt a strange chill penetrate into her body through her fingers, causing her delicate hand to shiver, and she quickly retracted it.

"Hiss, this soul-eating cold wind is really terrifying!"

Lin Xuan looked at Ying Huanhuan strangely. Although he could feel that the invisible dark wind was indeed powerful, with Ying Huanhuan's strength, he shouldn't have such a big reaction all of a sudden, right?

Could it be related to the energy in Ying Huanhuan's body? After all, Ying Huanhuan is the master of ice, so this soul-eating cold wind can easily stimulate the hidden energy in her body?

Frowning slightly, he looked up at the chain that disappeared into the sky, hesitated for a moment, and then Lin Xuan took the initiative to speak.

"I'll take you there."

Ying Huanhuan, who had her back to Lin Xuan, had a smile on her face, but after she turned around, the smile disappeared. She gently shook her head and refused.

"It's better not to do that. This will be too much trouble for you."

"No problem."

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, staring at the chain in front of Ying Huanhuan, with a bit more seriousness in his eyes. This soul-eating cold wind had no effect on him, but Ying Huanhuan might not be able to withstand the cold wind.

In that pair of dark eyes, the originally deep pupils gradually turned into a clear color. Under Lin Xuan's gaze, countless cold winds continued to "impact" the chains. At the same time, the inscriptions engraved on the chains emitted faint light, protecting the chains firmly, and they remained motionless despite the invasion of the cold wind.

I think it is the special power contained in the inscriptions on the chains that can protect the person standing on the chains from the cold wind and allow them to reach Linyuan Peak.

Otherwise, with this soul-corrosive cold wind, Ling Qingzhu, who was only at the Nirvana level at that time, would have found it difficult to get through it.

Thinking this in his mind, Lin Xuan's hands did not slow down. He stretched out one hand, hugged Ying Huanhuan's slender waist, and stepped directly onto the chain. Before Ying Huanhuan could react, he felt the scene in front of him changing.

After walking on the chains for half an hour, Lin Xuan finally saw the huge dark mountain. As Lin Xuan got closer, a sinister aura emanated from the dark mountain, making Lin Xuan's face become more serious.

With an acceleration of his feet, Lin Xuan landed directly on the top of the dark mountain with Ying Huanhuan in his arms. As soon as he stepped onto the top, Lin Xuan felt a stream of evil energy drilling into his body from the soles of his feet.

Ying Huanhuan, who was put down, also changed his expression slightly after sensing that special evil aura. There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared and he sighed softly.

"Such a strong evil aura, no wonder it is called a dangerous place!"

The Di Yuan Realm requires Yin Sha Qi to practice. Normally, the better the Yin Sha Qi, the faster the Di Yuan Realm practice speed will be. At that time, the quality of the Yuan Dan formed will also be better.

However, the evil aura here is so strong that even practitioners in the Earth Origin Realm would be unable to practice. If they were to be contaminated by even a trace of it, their souls would be frozen stiff. Anyone below the Third Realm of Creation would be frozen to death on the spot if they were to be contaminated by even a trace of it.

Only after reaching a high level of Nirvana and being tempered by the fire of Nirvana, can one use the Nirvana energy in the body to resist this evil energy.

"This evil aura seems to come from somewhere, and it is not clearly formed!"

Lin Xuan slowly shook his head when he heard that. He could sense that this evil aura seemed to come from somewhere in the mountain. He guessed that there must be some special place that continuously released this evil aura.

While speaking, Lin Xuan was also carefully looking at the mountain under his feet. There was no vegetation on the entire mountain. It was all rugged rocks and steep cliffs. There was an endless abyss under his feet. A silent, soul-eating cold wind was blowing around the mountain.

Lin Xuan glanced around and noticed that there were many caves on the mountain, which should lead to the interior of the mountain. Moreover, it seemed that there were many passages in the middle of Linyuan Peak. No wonder, when the founder of Taiqing Palace fled here, no one chased him in.

The entire mountain is shrouded in soul-corrosive cold winds, and the strange black rocks underfoot can also hinder the detection of spiritual power. Once you enter Linyuan Peak, it will be extremely difficult to find the people hiding there.

However, these things are useless to Lin Xuan. Although he cannot use the spiritual power of the Immortal Talisman Master to explore the interior of the mountain, the wind around him has already told him the terrain inside the mountain.

Caves are not only found on the top of the mountains, but there are caves everywhere from top to bottom. Every cave is an entrance and an exit at the same time.

All the caves on the entire mountain are connected into countless passages, except for a huge open space at the bottom, which connects to some of the caves above.

There seems to be something different there. Even the chilling wind that corrodes the soul can never get in. At the same time, it is also the place where the evil aura is the most concentrated.

"Let's go in."

As Lin Xuan started talking, he took the initiative to walk in front and lead the way. Ying Huanhuan didn't say anything, but just followed closely behind Lin Xuan with her brows slightly furrowed, and no one knew what she was thinking.

After entering a cave, Lin Xuan and Ying Huanhuan felt their vision suddenly become dark. Fortunately, Lin Xuan summoned a ball of Vermillion Bird fire to illuminate the cave.

As they continued to move forward in twists and turns inside the mountain, Zhu Yan and Fu Zhu, who were standing on Lin Xuan's shoulders, also looked curiously at the stone path inside this strange mountain.

"Sir, the evil spirit in this place is getting stronger and stronger!"

Although they turned left and right, all the passages were inclined. Fu Zhu could clearly know that they were going downwards all the time. However, as they went further down, Fu Zhu could feel that the evil aura was becoming more and more dense. Even under the illumination of the Vermillion Bird's fire, he could see wisps of black mist.

Lin Xuan nodded slightly. He could also feel this. At that moment, he turned his head to look at Ying Huanhuan and said softly.

"Miss Huanhuan, can you still bear it?"

Lin Xuan was worried that this evil spirit would stir up the energy of the Ice Lord in Ying Huanhuan's body, just like the Soul-Eroding Cold Wind before. However, judging from Ying Huanhuan's expression, it didn't seem to have much of an impact. "Lin Xuan, I feel... a little cold."

Ying Huanhuan could feel that traces of cold air were constantly penetrating into her body and being absorbed by her. As for the so-called coldness, for the Ice Master, how could this little bit of evil energy possibly feel cold?

However, facing Lin Xuan's question, Ying Huanhuan's answer naturally did not require much thought.

Lin Xuan didn't say anything else after hearing this. He just reached out and grabbed Ying Huanhuan's somewhat cold jade hand, and a stream of Vermillion Bird's aura wrapped Ying Huanhuan up.

Ying Huanhuan curled the corners of her mouth slowly, and covered it with her other hand. She held Lin Xuan's big hands with both hands, and followed Lin Xuan deeper into the bottom of Linyuan Peak to meet Ling Qingzhu.

As the two people and two spirits walked further down, the evil aura became thicker and thicker, and at the back, it had formed a black mist.

Fortunately, after half an hour's journey, they were almost reaching the bottom of Linyuan Peak.

……

The deepest part of Linyuan Peak was not the open space as Lin Xuan had imagined, but a huge lake in the center of the peak. There were many paths paved with black rocks on the lake, a total of eight passages. Each passage corresponded to an entrance. In the center of the lake where the eight paths connected, there was a circular stone platform that was three meters in size.

All the paths on the lake and around the stone platform are dotted with many luminous pearls, making this dark space brighter. There are even occasional ripples on the surface of the lake.

On the stone platform in the middle of the lake, a woman in a white dress was sitting cross-legged. However, the woman in the white dress, who had originally had her eyes closed and seemed to be practicing, suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head, and looked towards a passage.

"Da da!"

Under the gaze of the woman in the white dress, a ball of red light suddenly appeared, and then two figures landed on the path below the passage.

After Lin Xuan stood still, he extinguished the Suzaku Fire in his hand. The next moment, he looked at Ling Qingzhu who was looking over.

Ling Qingzhu glanced at Lin Xuan, and then her eyes fell on the palm behind Lin Xuan. She saw that the large palm was tightly holding a jade hand, and was also wrapped around two jade hands together.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of suspicion flashed across her eyes. She raised her eyes and looked at Ying Huanhuan who was standing behind Lin Xuan with a faint smile on her face.

After exchanging glances with those beautiful eyes, Ling Qingzhu looked at Lin Xuan again, slowly stood up, and spoke to Lin Xuan with a calm expression.

"I haven't seen you for a few months. I didn't expect that when I met the Sword Saint again, he would give Qingzhu such a big surprise. I have to congratulate the Sword Saint."

Lin Xuan frowned slightly, feeling that there was something wrong with Ling Qingzhu's words. After looking down and not finding anything different, he became even more confused. He didn't think too much about it and just responded softly.

"Miss Qingzhu, long time no see!"

"Senior Sister Ling, long time no see. I and Senior Brother received your letter and immediately asked Senior Brother to bring me here quickly. We didn't delay for a moment!"

After hearing Ling Qingzhu's words, Ying Huanhuan smiled sweetly at Ling Qingzhu, took two steps closer, stood closely behind Lin Xuan, and said with a charming smile.

Ling Qingzhu's eyes narrowed slightly when she heard this. Without wasting a moment, did this mean that Lin Xuan had been leading Ying Huanhuan along the entire journey? How could the two of them be so close? And there was such an intimate behavior before her eyes.

But this doesn't seem right. If Ying Huanhuan is really her senior sister, why is she so close to Lin Xuan? Her senior sister, whom she has never met, has always been known for her cold temper.

Originally, Ling Qingzhu was not very confident about her guess, and now, she had almost ruled out that answer in her mind.

Although Lin Xuan is very outstanding and his talent is even higher than that of her senior sister, Ling Qingzhu does not believe that her senior sister will be attracted to the current Lin Xuan.

It's not just Ying Huanhuan. Now, Ling Qingzhu feels that she can't quite see through Lin Xuan either. Could this guy actually hold a woman's hand so gently and protect her so intimately?
Ling Qingzhu originally thought that Lin Xuan was not someone who would be moved, but now it seems that she doesn't seem to understand him at all, or maybe the man in front of her just doesn't like her?
Therefore, when the competition took place, Lin Xuan was so nervous towards his junior sister Ying. It is said that when his junior sister Ying was in danger, he rushed thousands of miles to rescue her and killed the eight leaders of Yuanmen.

However, Ling Qingzhu was a little confused. She didn't seem to be any worse than Junior Sister Ying, right? Why did Lin Xuan reject her so much at the beginning, as if he was afraid of having the slightest connection with her? Was she so annoying?
Recalling the embarrassing things that happened in the ancient tomb, Ling Qingzhu looked at Lin Xuan with a bit of resentment and resentment.

Women, or people, are almost all strong-willed and always like to compare, especially those who are as arrogant as Ling Qingzhu who has never lost to other women. The more arrogant they are, the more competitive they are. However, most of the time, they don't bother to compare with others.

While Ling Qingzhu was staring at Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan was also staring at Ling Qingzhu. The more he looked, the deeper his frown became.

Because, in Lin Xuan's perception, Ling Qingzhu's soul looked very strong, but it was completely weak inside, as if only an empty shell was left.

At the moment, Lin Xuan didn't care too much. Just as he didn't want anything to happen to Ying Huanhuan, there must not be any mistakes with Ling Qingzhu either.

Lin Xuan did not hesitate. He pulled Ying Huanhuan and in a few flashes, he was in front of Ling Qingzhu. Ling Qingzhu felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart and could not help but ask softly.

"what happened?"

"Give me your hand!"

Lin Xuan said very directly, his brows becoming increasingly heavy. As he got closer, his feeling became clearer. There must be something wrong with Ling Qingzhu's soul, but Lin Xuan couldn't sense it clearly just by sensing it out of thin air, so he needed contact to be able to better investigate.

However, when these words fell into the ears of Ling Qingzhu and Ying Huanhuan, they seemed to have a different meaning.

Ying Huanhuan, who was standing behind Lin Xuan, couldn't help but pursed her lips and glared at Lin Xuan's back fiercely. But Ling Qingzhu didn't know why, she didn't dare to ask too much, but stretched out her delicate hand to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan frowned. Although he didn't understand what Ling Qingzhu meant, he still grabbed Ling Qingzhu's wrist, which was as white as frost and snow. A trace of energy flowed into Ling Qingzhu's body.

(End of this chapter)