Embers of Sword

Chapter 458 Paper Snow
Paper scraps were falling from the sky like snow. The martial arts god above Xie Xuanyi held the sword in both hands and gently slammed it into the ground. A quiet area of ten feet in radius was created. However, the cold still gradually penetrated into this world. These white papers were really like snow, fluttering and thin like cotton wool, melting when they came into contact with water.

Soon the whole hill was covered with paper snow.

It was only then that Yuan Yi noticed that the barren hill where he was now standing seemed to be a "foot-holding mountain" built many years ago. Although it was overgrown with weeds, there was a small pavilion behind it with a rusty and rotten plaque hanging on it.

"After going down the mountain, head west."

Xie Xuanyi spoke softly and stuffed the dead branch into Yuan Yi's hand.

The girl was stunned.

"Don't look back. If you encounter an evil spirit, use it to strike with your sword. There is a trace of the Dao of Destruction here."

Xie Xuanyi turned around, looked at the dilapidated pavilion, and said slowly: "...Under the Yin God Realm, no one can withstand this sword."

"Mr. Xie, do you want to stay here?"

Yuan Yi hugged the dead branch, bit her lip, and was unwilling to leave.

Paper snow fell from the sky.

This should be a very beautiful picture, but it seems particularly bleak at this moment.

Yuan Yi felt a chill... Even when facing Xiao Qi, who was in the Yin Shen realm before, he had never felt this way.

These pale white snowflakes falling between the sky and the earth do not look beautiful, but rather a bit creepy.

"Someone wants to see me."

Xie Xuanyi lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "I would rather sacrifice the Yinshen Realm spy who has infiltrated Baihua Valley than invite me to come to Chunbai Mountain... I'm afraid I have to meet him on this side."

Yuan Yi only understood half of what Xie Zhen said.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

She could feel that the desolate feeling carried by the paper snow fell entirely on Mr. Xie.

The chill he endured was probably only one-tenth or one-twelfth of it, or maybe even less.

Not far away, the pale pavilion covered in snow had fallen into disrepair and emitted a faint fluorescence in the night. Yuan Yi felt that he had an illusion. It was clearly a blank void, but in the howling wind and snow, a distorted shadow was reflected, as if there was a tall, dark, lonely ghost sitting in the deepest part of the pavilion...

Maybe there really is a ghost sitting there?

In any case, if I stay here I will only be a hindrance to Mr. Xie and become a burden.

Yuan Yi took a deep breath and made a decision.

She held onto the dead branch and retreated cautiously.

"Mr. Xie...be careful."

Xie Xuanyi did not look back to see the girl leaving, nor did he say anything more.

He just nodded to show that he heard it.

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Soon there was only one person left on this whistling hill of white paper.

The martial arts god fetus above Xie Xuanyi's head maintained a sword-holding posture, and a layer of paper snow fell on his shoulders.

He didn't move, just looked at the pavilion silently.

The reason for keeping silent.

Because I want everything to remain the same.

Xie Xuanyi's mind was always on Yuan Yi, and the little girl's journey down the mountain was very smooth. Perhaps it was because the sword intent emanating from the dead branch in her arms was sharp enough, or perhaps it was because her previous instructions were heard by someone, and the subsequent paper snow did not fall on her shoulders.

After Yuan Yi went down the mountain, his figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

After making sure the girl left, Xie Xuanyi finally spoke.

"Since you just want to see me, then other people are not important..."

He looked at Xiaoting and said seriously, "I advise you not to go after Yuan Yi. If anything happens to her, you will definitely die, and it will be a miserable death."

"what……"

A chuckle was heard from the pavilion.

It wasn't contempt, but the sound of panting caused by the freezing cold.

The light flickered, and a tall figure slowly emerged.

The man was wearing a black lotus robe, had a tall figure, a handsome face, and eyes as clear as a clean lake.

"Little Master Xie, don't worry."

The tall figure rubbed his hands together, breathing heavily, and said with a smile: "Our target is only you. If this girl named 'Yuan Yi' gets into an accident on the road, it must be the work of the three major clans... You can go and settle the score with them."

Xie Xuanyi recognized the tall figure.

The moment the other party appeared, he automatically corresponded to the memory that Xiao Qi had snatched from his purple mansion.

"...Mirror Three?"

Xiao Qi exploded very quickly, and Xie Xuanyi only got blurry images of these Immaculate Masters, but it was enough to identify their identities.

The tall man in front of me.

He is the third-ranked existence among the Paper Man Dao Wuque Venerables, and his real body is the [Xuanming Mirror].

This treasure originally belonged to the Demon Country. It was said to be extremely ferocious and had devoured several owners. It was eventually shattered in the Battle of Drinking Poison and buried underground in the snowy mountains of the Northern Territory by the human race's Yang God. Completely opposite to the characteristics of the [Dao Furnace], the Dao realm power of the [Xuanming Mirror] was extremely cold... This hill was now extremely cold, because the pale white color scattered across the sky and earth was not only scraps of paper, but more of the frost and snow condensed by the [Xuanming Mirror].

"it's me."

Jing San smiled calmly and admitted his identity.

Jing San had seen everything that had just happened on the muddy hill next door. He said with some emotion, "I thought Lao Si's 'Paper Avatar' was a perfect magical power... but I didn't expect there was a loophole like 'Soul Search'."

In fact, this loophole can be almost ignored.

Because Xiao Qi, the blank paper incarnation, also possesses the strength of the Yin God Realm, if one wants to forcibly search the soul of someone at the same level, almost no one can do it except for a powerful person like Xie Xuanyi who has "reincarnated and cultivated again".

If it were any other Yin Shen realm cultivator.

Even if one could defeat the paper incarnation, it would be difficult to gain anything from the "soul search".

"You had a chance to stop the Soul Search before..."

Xie Xuanyi looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, his hands slowly falling down without any movement, but the slender sword energy that was tightly clenched by the martial arts god fetus had begun to vibrate, the layer of snow on his shoulders evaporated and boiled, and golden divine clouds flowed in wisps. The god fetus seemed to come alive, and the wooden face gradually became majestic and full of murderous intent.

"good."

Jing San still smiled: "But it's meaningless, isn't it? Seventh Sister's 'white paper incarnation' will definitely die... You can search her soul, which will save me time. You don't need to introduce yourself."

He came early.

Before the sword energy of annihilation shattered the [Boundary of Wind Cutting], Jing San had already arrived nearby.

However, this extremely high-ranking Immortal Venerable did not choose to stop it, but watched all this unfold in silence...

Xie Xuanyi didn't expect to get such a reply.

The highest ranked Immortal Master that he had seen during his soul search just now was Jing San.

It seems this is no coincidence.

Anything above that is not in Xiao Qi’s Purple Mansion Divine Sea at all. The real “core secrets” cannot be obtained even by searching the soul.

"It seems that Lu Yuzhen only gave you life and didn't teach you anything else."

Xie Xuanyi said with a hint of sarcasm: "If I were you, I would not watch the so-called seventh sister die from the soul-searching explosion."

"Is it?"

Jing San smiled and said, "Perhaps you are right, but some things...need to exist in order to explore their meaning."

"...?"

Xie Xuanyi frowned.

"You just mentioned death... If you want to 'die', you need to 'live' first."

Jing San tilted his head slightly and said seriously: "For things like us, even if our original bodies successfully transform, we may not be truly 'alive'. After putting on a layer of 'blank paper incarnation', how can we face 'death'?"

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(And this afternoon.)
(End of this chapter)