Free Web NovelChapter 291: Chapter 115: Passing by the Sect, Staying Outside to Hunt Demons
Feng Mengrou was pondering what Li Xuan intended to do and what to do after joining the sect, when suddenly she felt something, sharply turned her head, and her beautiful eyes widened, pupils contracted, staring directly at the partner beside her, followed by a scream...
"Ah!!!!"
Feng Mengrou felt as if she was plunged into an ice cave, her eyes could see Li Xuan’s right arm, wrapped in a Purple Copper sleeve, had completely flown away.
He still clutched the flying sword in his left hand.
Blood still marred the blade of that flying sword.
When Li Xuan’s physique reached 380, his spirit was woven into every inch of flesh, to the extent that he was, in some sense, capable of "rebirth from a drop of blood."
If the enemy couldn’t utterly destroy him, slaying every inch of him, then... he would gradually return to his original form.
Of course, he could choose to recover directly or voluntarily delay this process.
His right arm had flown out.
Feng Mengrou’s world seemed to have the slow-motion button pressed; even her breathing slowed, the scene slowed.
Slap...
The arm hit the ground.
Li Xuan’s expression remained unchanged.
The next moment, the scene seemed to return to normal.
Feng Mengrou rushed to his front.
"Junior Brother, Junior Brother!!"
"Junior Brother!"
She was already in shock and sorrow, even forgetting to say anything else.
Li Xuan quickly took out the bandage from his bosom, swiftly staunching the bleeding from the severed arm.
He clenched his teeth, enduring the pain.
Cold sweat streamed down his face, yet he never uttered a single word of "pain."
The gentleman in white had now turned into the gentleman with a severed arm, graceful no more.
As someone who could "rebirth from a drop of blood," wasn’t losing an arm as simple as sipping tea?
"Senior Sister, I’m sorry." Li Xuan looked at Feng Mengrou, his eyes clear, "You should blame me..."
"I don’t blame you; I don’t blame you. I already understand, but how can you do this, how can you?" Feng Mengrou threw herself beside him, the uncontrollable grief was spreading in her heart, a grief she had never experienced.
It seemed that by being with this man, she had tasted joys and sorrows she had never had before.
Each time, they were deeply engraved.
Li Xuan, supporting the severed arm, said, "Thus, I’m not a genius anymore, right?"
"Why? Why do you have to be like this?" Feng Mengrou cried.
Li Xuan slightly raised his head, looking at the sky, speaking in a tone of weariness and sentiment, "I must do this, Senior Sister, you..."
"I believe you! I believe you completely!" Feng Mengrou wiped away her tears, no longer asking.
At this moment, she would definitely help Li Xuan.
Then, no matter the hardship, no matter the self-imposed exile, she would follow Li Xuan into the depths of Bronze Plain to hunt demons for the sect.
She knew that those from the nine towns would surely delight in seeing a genius fall.
As for why Li Xuan chose to sever his own arm, she didn’t understand.
But it didn’t matter.
She just needed to believe.
Li Xuan had his reasons for this; why should she ask more?
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...
Soon, a piece of information exploded within the Lingyi Sect.
"Have you heard? That genius cultivated too hastily, went astray, and lost his right arm."
"Haha, what a pity."
"Young people, being a bit impulsive is ordinary."
"Just as expected, I thought the Four Demonic Forms wouldn’t be so easy to digest, turns out I wasn’t mistaken."
"Heard Steward from the Feng family even formed a partnership with him, last time tried to ask for a flying sword, causing quite a fuss, now... haha, she must be regretting it, right?"
"I said these cultivators of Four Demonic Forms are of odd routes, how can normal people possibly cultivate into the Four Demonic Forms? Losing the right arm is considered fortunate, at least, his life was spared."
The nine towns discussed animatedly.
Even the cultivators from the five peaks were extremely astonished when they heard this news.
In these two years, "Great Yin’s Four Demonic Forms genius" had always occupied some weight in their minds.
They were listening as that genius took just one year to digest the Four Demonic Forms, breaking through to the Returning to Truth Realm.
And months ago, Feng Mengrou, who went to recruit him, returned, declaring she had formed a partnership with him and requested a flying sword from the sect, saying things like "extraordinary people should do extraordinary things," "geniuses shouldn’t be judged by ordinary standards."
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At that time, everyone inwardly was already quite shocked and unbelieving.
A year to digest the Four Demonic Forms was already an incredible thing.
And in under a year, to leap into Returning to Truth, fuse with noun stones, then manipulate flying swords...
This kind of thing, are you kidding?!
Dreaming right?!
Intense vigilance and a form of doubt arose in everyone’s heart.
Until this moment... this doubt and vigilance suddenly collapsed.
Because, that genius acted too hastily, went astray, and severed his right arm.
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The mountains were green with clouds resembling snow...
The hundred layers of stone steps were heavy and cold, stretching upwards, making the sect on top exceedingly majestic.
The heavenly light pierced through the clouds like tens of thousands of arrows, slanting across the mountain gate, illuminating the kneeling woman.
The purple sword robe fluttered slightly in the wind, like dancing waves.
"Steward Feng, you have wasted so many resources of our sect, only to turn a genius into a waste, allowing him to go astray?!" A cold questioning voice ranged from above.
Feng Mengrou raised her voice, saying, "Disciple is willing to accompany him to the depths of Bronze Plain to slay demons to make up for the sect’s losses!"
Another mocking laughter echoed.
"He’s already a waste, yet you want to be his partner?"
Feng Mengrou said, "Yes!"
"He’s hopeless of entering the sect again, yet you want to pay off his debts for him?"
Feng Mengrou said, "Yes!"
"Steward Feng, the Feng family will consider you a disgrace. Are you still unchanged?"
Feng Mengrou paused, then raised her voice, "Yes! Unchanged!"
At the mountain gate, golden light dazzled, the silhouettes seemed to mock, to shake heads.
Suddenly, a voice asked, "Feiguang Peak Master, Steward Feng belongs to your peak, do you agree with her suggestion?"
