I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 670 Master and Disciple (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The boundless sands of Jinzheng Plain are shrouded in sweltering heat.

Xin Wushuang and Luo Qingsi stood close to the leeward side of a huge sand dune, their eyes fixed on the area shrouded in sandstorm in the distance.

That is the site of the ruins of the Kun Emperor Palace, the place where the nine emperors gathered.

More than fifty days have passed, and the palace complex, shrouded in yellow sand, remains deathly silent, like a lurking prehistoric beast, without uttering a sound.

The golden-feathered eagle circled high in the sky for thousands of miles. Its sharp eagle eyes had extremely strong penetrating power, but it could not see through the raging sand curtain at all.

"I still can't see anything..." Xin Wushuang muttered to herself, her voice dry and hoarse.

More than fifty days is enough time for a lot to happen. What happened to Jiang Yi and Shen Puning? The imprint in her sea of ​​consciousness was also blocked by the sandstorm, and she could not sense anything. She dared not get any closer, for fear of being discovered by the Nine Emperors and dragging everyone down.

Xin Wushuang shifted her gaze slightly, landing on Luo Qingsi beside her.

She was sitting cross-legged on the sand, playing with a red rope, humming an off-key tune. Sunlight fell on her fair cheeks, making her long eyelashes look like two small fans. Her expression was focused, innocent, and carefree.

Xin Wushuang suddenly felt a little envious of her. She remembered what Jiang Yi had once said: "Qing Si has always been a fool with good fortune. She is blessed by the heavens and has much better luck than me. If you encounter something you can't decide, you might as well listen to her."

“Sister Wushuang,” Luo Qingsi suddenly stopped playing cat’s cradle and looked up, “when are we going to find my senior sister? We’ve been waiting for so long.”

Xin Wushuang choked up. Jiang Yi had once told her that if the nine emperors gathered in one place, they should leave immediately. Even if they couldn't leave the Nine Provinces, they should try to stay as far away from the place where the nine emperors gathered as possible.

Now that more than fifty days have passed, it seems pointless for them to wait any longer.

Xin Wushuang suppressed the surging worry in her heart, and reason prevailed. "Senior Sister Qingsi, let's leave here first and go to the island where we first arrived in Kyushu to wait for everyone. They... will definitely come to find us!"

Luo Qingsi blinked her big eyes and nodded vigorously, "Yes! Let's go quickly then, I know that place."

Luo Qingsi immediately drew her ever-present spirit sword, the Broken Ruins Needle, and lightly slashed it at the air in front of her.

A spatial rift with unstable purple lightning flickering at its edges appeared, revealing a deep, distorted void passage inside.

"Let's go, Wushuang!" Luo Qingsi called out cheerfully, taking the first step into the rift.

Xin Wushuang took one last look at the desolate palace complex shrouded in sandstorm, then followed Luo Qingsi and stepped into the spatial passage.

The light and shadow distorted, and the pulling sensation of the laws of space came and went in an instant.

As the two of them stepped onto solid ground, Luo Qingsi suddenly uttered a questioning sound.

"Where am I? This isn't the place I located!"

Ahead lay a vast expanse of blue water, the azure sea stretching to the horizon, the air filled with the salty, humid scent of the sea breeze, a stark contrast to the dry heat of Jinzheng Plain.

Xin Wushuang's heart sank to the bottom, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

"Qingsi, be careful!"

Xin Wushuang shouted sharply, instantly entering battle mode. He took the longbow from his back and an arrow gleaming with golden light was already nocked. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings like those of a hawk.

Almost at the same time she issued the warning, a spatial rift appeared in mid-air ahead, and a figure stepped out from it, tall and with a weathered face.

No Swordsman Left!

Immediately afterwards, three sharp whooshing sounds rang out almost simultaneously. From the other three directions of Xin Wushuang and Luo Qingsi, three cultivators at the Refining Spirit and Transforming Void realm appeared like ghosts, forming an encirclement!

Their eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent, as if they were looking at two lambs to the slaughter, their gazes fixed on Xin Wushuang and Luo Qingsi.

Without a word, one of them raised his hand, and a ball of destructive black energy condensed in his palm, clearly indicating that he was going to take action directly and completely annihilate the two juniors.

"Wait a minute!"

Sword Lord Bu Liu raised his hand to stop the cultivator, his gaze passing over Xin Wushuang and landing on Luo Qingsi behind her, who looked sad and pouting as she stared at him.

"We were master and disciple, and her life... is in my hands to end."

Upon hearing this, the three cultivators exchanged a glance, then withdrew their impending attack. They retreated slightly, but still maintained a triangular formation, firmly blocking all escape routes. Xin Wushuang's heart sank completely; her fingers gripping the bow and arrow turned white from excessive force.

"Qingsi, I'll hold him off, you run! Go as far as you can, quick!"

"I do not go!"

Luo Qingsi stubbornly shook her head, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar master opposite her, the master who taught her swordsmanship and raised her, the master who was about to kill her with his own hands...

The sadness in her eyes was almost overflowing, but her childlike stubbornness overwhelmed everything.

Luo Qingsi gently pushed Xin Wushuang away, took a step forward, and faced the Sword Lord who had left no trace.

“My own master…” She gripped the Broken Ruins Needle tightly, fine purple arcs of electricity crackling and popping on its blade, “Let me send him off myself!”

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingsi's figure suddenly blurred.

In the next instant, her figure appeared in mid-air, facing off against the Sword Master Bu Liu.

Clad in white robes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by purple lightning, his youthful face held an unprecedented seriousness and an unspeakable, immense sorrow.

Looking at Luo Qingsi, Bu Liujianjun sighed softly, the last trace of emotion in his eyes completely vanished. He raised his hand, his fingers forming a sword shape. Wherever his fingertips touched, space, like fragile glass, silently cracked open with tiny black fissures, radiating a sharp aura capable of cutting through everything.

The master and his apprentice faced each other, their swords drawn.

In an instant, violent spatial fluctuations and raging purple lightning erupted above the sun-drenched beach!
Space was imprisoned and then brutally torn apart by raging thunder.

Two figures clashed and crossed at high speed amidst the distorted light and shadow, each contact accompanied by a heart-pounding energy explosion and a crisp sound of space shattering.

Xin Wushuang's heart was in her throat. The golden arrow on the bowstring was drawn but not released, yet she could not find any opening to intervene.

Luo Qingsi's figure was enveloped in purple lightning, moving so fast that only a blurry white shadow remained. The Broken Ruins Needle in her hand transformed into a tricky silver-purple stream of light.

However, Bu Liujian was, after all, her master. Though his figure appeared motionless, with a slight flick of his fingertips, deadly spatial rifts appeared precisely on Luo Qingsi's path every time she dodged, like an invisible trap laid in advance.

His sword intent was refined and cold, carrying a sense of emptiness that saw through everything, far surpassing Luo Qingsi's.

scoff!

An invisible blade of space grazed Luo Qingsi's shoulder, leaving a trail of blood that stained her white clothes.

She groaned and retreated hastily, her face pale with pain and her breathing rapid.

The purple lightning on the Broken Ruins Needle flickered erratically, clearly indicating that controlling such violent lightning in conjunction with spatial power was an immense burden for her.

Xin Wushuang's heart was in her throat. She pulled the bowstring so hard it hummed, and the golden arrow, imbued with demon-slaying power, was aimed at the other three cultivators who were eyeing her from outside the battle circle, ready to support Luo Qingsi at any moment.

Luo Qingsi was once again forced back by the Sword Lord of No Regrets, her body staggering, seemingly at her last gasp.

A cold glint flashed in Bu Liujianjun's eyes as he spotted an opening. He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a condensed, dark gray sword aura shot out silently, aiming straight for the opening left by Luo Qingsi's retreat.

Xin Wushuang's pupils contracted sharply, and the golden arrow in his hand flew out to support Luo Qingsi.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

As Luo Qingsi retreated in a disheveled manner, with no way to avoid it, a cunning yet resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

She completely abandoned her defenses, and with an extremely concealed and swift movement, she slashed fiercely behind her where Xin Wushuang was standing, holding the Broken Ruins Needle.

"go!"

Xin Wushuang felt the space behind her tremble violently. Before she could even cry out, she was swept up by a gentle yet irresistible spatial force and pulled backward!
The moment Xin Wushuang fell into the spatial rift, she saw that the arrow she had shot had pierced through the gray-black sword energy shot by Bu Liu Jianjun, but it had no effect whatsoever. The sword energy precisely pierced through Luo Qingsi's chest!

Blood, like the most poignant flower, bloomed instantly on Luo Qingsi's white robes.

Before Xin Wushuang's vision was swallowed by darkness, the last thing she saw was Luo Qingsi's figure falling like a kite with a broken string.

　One more chapter, don't rush!
　　(End of this chapter)