Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 125: Bullying the Master and Destroying the Ancestor
It felt like someone reached out and patted my shoulder in the endless darkness... I am now a fire in my heart, a ball of consciousness, where did I get a shoulder from?
I don't know, but someone took pictures anyway.

A figure walked up to Changsun Yu, his hands behind his back, and together they looked up at the enormous, seemingly endless mass of human brain flesh.

"This one is called the Calamity Pig," the man said, revealing his face.

It's Pei Xia.

Changsun was terrified and startled.

How could this be? This is the depths of Pei Xia's consciousness. How could there be another consciousness within his own consciousness?

“It’s entirely possible, you even had the chance to do it, but you failed, didn’t you?”

As Pei Xia spoke, the illusory figure extended its fingertip, stirring a spark in the sea of ​​consciousness: "You have submitted to Ru Tao's clone."

The flames, as if alive, intimately coiled around Pei Xia's fingertips and meandered upwards along his forearm.

Only when the true form of the Calamity Pig appears will He fawn over Pei Xia.

This thing, supposedly devoid of consciousness, seems to be more cunning than anyone else.

Changsun Yu disliked Pei Xia's statement. His mind was shrouded in his own inner fire, and he responded somberly, "It is I who have mastered Him, not who have submitted to Him."

"You just don't realize it."

Pei Xia laughed contemptuously, "Are you still the same person you were before? Your character, morality, and sense of shame?"

Changsun Yu's heart throbbed violently: "These useless things were deliberately discarded by me!"

Pei Xia looked at the cluster of flames trying to prove something, and said with a mixture of mockery and pity: "You think you are still you, but in fact, you are already dead."

Just as Changsun Yu's master Xi said, the body that occupies this body is actually a demon.

Changsun Yu had no intention of discussing the Dao with him anymore. Pei Xia's mind was too strange. It seemed that even his mental techniques could not succeed. The blood fire twisted and turned, wanting to return to its own body.

Pei Xia sneered, "Easy to come, but you think you can leave?"

When the overwhelming pressure of the Calamity Pig, as heavy as a mountain, completely overwhelmed him, Changsun Yu finally understood what he had done.

Pei Xia clapped his hands, and the Heart Flame he obtained from the Ice Pool Secret Realm of the Snow Swallow Sect began to dance and circle around his "compatriots." The flames licked each other and then began to devour each other in a manner similar to sucking.

A tearing sensation, as if his soul were being ripped apart, caused Changsun Yu to let out a violent wail.

He cried, shouted, cursed, and even begged Pei Xia for mercy, trying to prove that he was still the same Changsun Yu from back then, trying to prove that he had not been completely corrupted by the calamity, and that there was still hope for him.

He hoped that Pei Xia's conscience and humanity would reveal a benevolent nature.

But Pei Xia didn't. All of Changsun Yu's shouts sounded exactly the same as those strange roars and howls to him.

Until his last moments before losing consciousness, Changsun Yu uttered his final question: "Pei Xia! You keep saying I've given in, but how do you know that what you're doing and thinking right now isn't being manipulated by the 'Curse of Calamity'? How do you know whether you've truly never given in?!"

Pei Xia waited silently for his consciousness to completely shatter.

Then he looked up at that towering, silent ball of flesh.

……

Time seemed to stand still on the sword-testing platform.

Elder Xiaoyue remained on the stage, the mountain breeze ruffling her sleeves, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared intently at Pei Xia.

However, Pei Xia and Changsun Yu, the two sides who were fighting, seemed to have suddenly calmed down.

Below the stage, everyone, including Xu Shangxin, was holding their breath and waiting. On the other hand, Zheng Ge calmly picked up his tea and took a sip.

Lu Chang looked at Xiaoyue's figure, then hesitated before turning to the sect leader, "Isn't this... a bit inappropriate?" "There's nothing inappropriate about it. It's just a matter of going up on stage to save one's junior. Changsun Yu refuses to admit defeat. Are you really going to let him get beaten to death on stage? If you were from the Xuange Sword Sect, and Xia Qingque were on stage, would Fu Hongshuang not save her?"

Zheng Ge smiled and said, "However, since Xiaoyue has taken the stage, Changsun Yu can only be considered to have lost this match no matter what. Isn't that good?"

Changsun Yu cannot die, nor can he win; this is what the sect leader most wants to see.

Objectively speaking, Changsun Yu has made contributions to the development of Lingxiao Sword Sect in recent years. No matter how much Zheng Ge doubts him, it cannot negate these real achievements. To say that Sect Master Zheng wanted to kill him is nonsense.

However, precisely because he was trying to fully trust and entrust the sect to Changsun Yu, he did not want Changsun Yu to win this match. He needed Wushou to dispel his doubts about Changsun Yu.

However, what no one expected was that at this moment, the real confrontation between Changsun Yu and Pei Xia had already come to an end.

At one point, the two people who had been frozen on the stage came back to life.

Pei Xia blinked, her expression returning to clarity.

Meanwhile, Changsun Yu, who was standing behind Xiaoyue, had a blank look in his eyes, his lips slightly parted, drooling as he collapsed to the ground.

Xiaoyue was startled and instinctively wanted to help, but just as her hand was halfway out, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her mind.

After a very brief struggle, the inner sect female elder of the Lingxiao Sword Sect shook her head as if waking from a dream.

As if a void had been filled, memories from the past few years came rushing back.

She was originally a female cultivator who practiced seclusion in the sect, but for some reason, one day she suddenly became completely obedient to Changsun Yu. She left her cave dwelling, put on beautiful makeup, and knelt at Changsun Yu's feet every day, offering him advice and secretly committing evil deeds. She relished all the humiliation and toying he subjected her to...

How could this be?!

She stood up blankly, looked at Zheng Ge below the stage, and called out in a trembling voice, "Sect Leader..."

Zheng Ge raised an eyebrow, seemingly realizing something was wrong, and was about to ask a question.

From the other end of the mountain path came a thunderous shout: "Where is that beast Changsun Yu?!"

The voice was deep and resonant, indicating a very high level of cultivation.

However, such arrogant words, which insulted the head disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, still caused the expressions of everyone present to change.

Zheng Ge finally couldn't sit still any longer. He slammed his hand on the armrest, his burly body rising into the air and landing in front of the sword-testing platform. He shouted towards the long steps of Qingfeng, "Who dares to make such a ruckus in my Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

"Rude? Humph!"

With a soft snort, a sword aura flew across the long stone steps from beneath the clouds!
The sword energy was solid and powerful, stirring up a strong wind that split the thick clouds on the side of the mountain in two.

Zheng Ge recognized the opponent's identity almost instantly from the sword energy. He dared not take it head-on, and used his powerful body to perform the Linglang Music Dance to narrowly avoid it.

The sword energy shot through the air and finally landed on the giant blue stone sword, creating a nick in the blade!
Zheng Ge was shocked and furious. He was about to ask Fu Hongshuang what illness she had that made her come to the Lingxiao Sword Sect's sword-testing event to cause trouble.

However, when the clouds parted and the scene revealed before Zheng Ge's eyes turned the sect leader of the Lingxiao Sword Sect pale.

Fu Hongshuang carried people up Qingfeng.

The person in her arms had cascading black hair and an exquisitely beautiful face, but her complexion was bloodless and she looked extremely weak. What was particularly shocking were the two gruesome blood holes on her ankles, with old bloodstains visible along the edges, suggesting that they had been pierced for a very long time.

If it were anyone else, Zheng Ge would only feel sorry for them.

But at this moment, the one in Fu Hongshuang's arms was clearly Xi, the head dancer of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!

Dressed in red, carrying Xi Wu's head, she slowly ascended the green peak. Fu Hongshuang's phoenix eyes blazed with unimaginable fury. Suppressing her murderous intent, she asked again, "Changsun Yu, where is that beast who betrayed his master and ancestors?!"

(End of this chapter)