Free Web NovelThe moment he saw the girl's figure appear, Qingji instinctively took her for his great-grandson's wife. However, after he gave the girl a friendly poke, he immediately realized something was wrong.
In recent days, he didn't know how many times he had poked Wang Bu Liu Xing. With his skill level, he knew exactly what it felt like to stab her in any part of her body with a sword.
Even the slightest change, he could detect the difference through the most subtle tremors in the sword hilt as the blade pierced flesh.
The girl right now was clearly different from Wang Bu Liu Xing.
She was especially hard!
If Wang Bu Liu Xing was soft like water, then this girl was hard like steel.
With a sword thrust, Qingji was immediately shaken, his hand aching and knuckles throbbing, the long sword nearly slipping from his grasp.
Following that, he instinctively pulled his sword back, causing the girl's body to lean backward, and he discovered something even more wrong.
It seemed he had killed the wrong person.
The girl was definitely not Wang Bu Liu Xing!
Qingji, "..." Who is this Miss? How did she get here? Where is my great-grandson's wife?
Looking at the girl's eyes, full of confusion and terror, Qingji was messy in the wind...
He was a little worried that this unfamiliar Miss might not be unaffected by the special power of this place and might actually die like this.
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Hua Sang had not expected at all that she would come to this dilapidated and crumbling rooftop; she should have appeared on that misty ancient street.
What she also didn't expect was that before she could take a good look around, someone stabbed her from behind with a sword.
What she even less expected was that immersing her consciousness into the ruler would bring such danger.
It was as if people usually wouldn't think that going home would be life-threatening.
Caught completely off guard, and the sword thrust was unusually clever and tricky.
The sword thrust came, as if instantly finding the gap between the "turtle shell," breaking through her defense, and accurately piercing her heart. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Following that, as her body fell backward, she finally saw the killer's face clearly.
Hua ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) Sang, "..." A little familiar, seems to have seen him somewhere before?
A thought briefly flashed in her mind, and her consciousness began to blur.
In a daze, all sorts of sounds rang in her ears, converging together, unbearably noisy, as if they were about to shatter her consciousness.
She heard the monotonous, repetitive rhythm of the torrential rain falling on the blue tiles that night, and the heart-pounding thunder.
She heard the villagers' curses.
She heard the gossip of some fellow disciples in Da Chunyang Palace behind her back, filled with disdain, as if describing an ominous object.
She also heard the Spirit Mark that had been suppressed in her body for a long time let out an earth-shattering roar...
It was about to break free. The Spiritual Energy surged and roared, like a super bomb that had been ignited, undergoing violent reactions inside, potentially bringing destruction at any time.
But Hua Sang could no longer care.
Soon, all sorts of sounds gradually receded, and finally, only the gradually weakening sound of her heartbeat remained in her ears.
Following that, the sound of her heartbeat also disappeared, leaving only dead silence.
"..."
So, this is what death is like?
Actually, it's just like that?
It's just... if only I could avoid causing trouble for others when I die. Hua Sang.
Zhang Huainan once complained about Hua Sang, "You clearly have the ability to learn stronger abilities, but because you're too afraid of death, you put all your points into defense? Can't you achieve something?"
But in fact, death was not scary to her; what she feared was the spread of the night's erosion within her body after death, harming others.
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Qingji understood the young people of today less and less. First, there was Wang Bu Liu Xing, whose body contained the Hundred-Armed Giant Power, and then there was this unfamiliar girl with a "highly toxic" Spirit Mark.
How dare these young people shove any strange thing into their bodies?
Qingji complained, then remembered the origin of his own Spirit Mark, and he shrugged again.
Speaking of which, was my Spirit Mark also shoved in randomly by my Masters?
Then it's fine!
Qingji thought, looked at his hands swollen like elephant legs, felt the uncontrollable, constantly spreading damp poison, pondered for a few seconds, saw the girl reappear on the rooftop, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then his peripheral vision drifted towards the long sword in his hand.
If he were still alive, or couldn't be resurrected after death, he definitely wouldn't choose such a brutal method to eliminate the erosion on his body.
As for now...
Better a short pain than a long one!
"Pfft—!"
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In a dead silence, Hua Sang felt as if she had been sucked into a huge dark vortex, not knowing how long she had been sinking and rising. Just as all life was about to cease, she saw a red thread.
The red thread seemed to extend from a distant void, hanging down from above, passing through the dark vortex, and integrating into her body.
Like a drowning person instinctively grabbing any object within reach, she reached out and grasped the red thread.
The next moment, a strange power suddenly appeared, supporting her body, and she began to slowly float upwards.
When she opened her eyes again, like someone rescued from drowning, she gasped greedily, letting air fill every alveolus, even though the air was full of dust and carried a pungent, strange smell.
Along with her heavy breathing, she could even feel the lingering, vivid pain in her heart and lungs.
"..."
Died, and then... lived again?
How could this be? This is too strange.
Just as Hua Sang was lost in thought, immersed in the pain brought by the past surfacing before her eyes and the strange experience of miraculously reviving after death, Qingji's figure "refreshed" onto the empty space not far from her.
She walked forward and looked at the not-yet-awake Qingji on the ground, and immediately her pupils trembled.
"Is this... Senior Qingji?"
Without external influence, a person's appearance, after becoming an adult, is difficult to change much.
Just now, Hua Sang only felt that the person who stabbed her in the back looked familiar. Now, after carefully distinguishing him up close, she realized that this person was undoubtedly a younger version of Qingji.
Except for a few fewer strands of white hair at the temples and a bit less vicissitude between the brows, his appearance had barely changed.
"..."
But why did Senior Qingji want to kill me?
Wait!
Hua Sang suddenly remembered Jue Jue Zi whom she met today, and the broken sword in Jue Jue Zi's hand that claimed to be from the same origin as the ruler, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.
Could this be...
Not the Senior Qingji I know at all?!
If that's the case, could the reason I came here be that the ruler and the broken sword resonated when they came into close contact?
Hua Sang thought for a while and gradually understood the current situation.
Looking at the younger version of Qingji sleeping on the ground, she suddenly felt that the identity of Senior Jue Jue Zi was a little more credible.
Just then, Qingji woke up.
Opening his eyes, the sky shrouded in dark red haze came into view, and he was momentarily lost in thought.
Although he had experienced death thousands of times here and had actually died once, every time he woke up, he felt empty inside, as if he had forgotten something important.
But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't find any clues in his memory.
Perhaps, he would only remember that important matter when the Lingtai Pure Karma was completely restored.
Seeing Qingji wake up, Hua Sang quickly clasped her hands and bowed slightly, "Junior Hua Sang, greetings Senior Qingji!"
Although it was unclear whether this younger version of Qingji had lost his memory and forgotten his name, like the one at Yanzhi Tavern, Hua Sang still wanted to try to interact with him in a friendly way first.
It would be best to avoid fighting.
After all, he was already very tired when awake. Couldn't he have some peace when "dreaming"?
But even if she failed, it didn't matter. This time, she was prepared and believed that even Senior Qingji wouldn't find her weakness and break through her defense so easily.
Hearing a voice in his ear, Qingji was about to raise his sword, then reacted, realizing that Hua Sang had called his name. He couldn't help but be startled, turned to look, and asked in surprise, "How do you know my name?"
It seems this Senior Qingji knows his own name? It's just unclear how much of his memory remains... Hua Sang thought, and explained, "Senior, I am a disciple of Da Chunyang Palace, my Master is Qingxia Zi, and I am the Black Emperor's grand-disciple."
"Black Emperor? Who?" Qingji was startled.
"Uh, Zhang Huainan."
"Oh, little Zhang! He was indeed thin and dark when he was a child, very fitting for the name Black Brother." Qingji curled his lips dismissively.
Hua Sang, "..."
Was Senior Qingji ever this arrogant before?
He actually disdained the Head Old man... It seems the Head's card is no longer easy to play.
Tsk, the Head Old man is indeed not that great!
Just as Hua Sang was silent, Qingji came back to his senses and looked at Hua Sang seriously, "That's not right. Even if you are a disciple of Da Chunyang Palace, you shouldn't be here!"
The Lingtai Pure Karma should be in my great-grandson's wife's hands. How did you sneak in? Are you also my great-grandson's wife?
Oh right! This Lingtai Pure Karma can only be controlled by my Lu family members. Even if others can communicate their consciousness with the remnant soul within, they shouldn't be able to take the ruler away. This Miss should have some kind of engagement or relationship with my deceased great-grandson!
There's one at home, and another one outside. That brat is a bit impressive!
Qingji thought, and his way of thinking about Hua Sang instantly shifted from "Zhang Huainan's rookie grand-disciple" to "Great-grandson's Wife Number Two," and he gradually found her pleasing to the eye.
"Replying to Senior, the matter is like this..." Hua Sang clasped her hands and recounted her experience of how she came into contact with the ruler, met another Qingji, how she gained the ruler's recognition, and how she carried the ruler with her.
Hearing that there was even a remnant soul in the ruler, Qingji was a little surprised, but then he thought about it and felt that the remnant soul might possess the memory he couldn't recall.
Following that, when Hua Sang talked about meeting Jue Jue Zi today and the resonance between the broken sword and the ruler, Qingji was startled and couldn't help but interrupt her.
"Wait a moment? Don't talk nonsense! I've never taken any disciples, let alone female disciples!"
If little Yanzhi knew I dared to take female disciples, wouldn't she tear off the roof of the house?
No need to doubt, she can really do it.
"What's more, the ruler and the broken sword are originally one. Saying they are both my personal items probably has a suspicion of deception, right?"
"So, Senior, you think that guy is lying to me?" Hua Sang counter-asked.
"Of course!" Qingji said decisively, "Before, the Lingtai Pure Karma was always in the hands of my great-grandson's wife, Wang Bu Liu Xing. Heaven knows what accident happened for it to fall into the hands of that imposter!"
"Oh, right, if you meet that guy again, remember to snatch the Lingtai Pure Karma back!"
Although he still felt that Wang Bu Liu Xing was more to his liking, if Number One was gone, he could only let Number Two hold the Lingtai Pure Karma.
Hua Sang, "???"
Wait a moment, Senior Qingji said the broken sword was in whose hands?
Isn't Wang Bu Liu Xing Lu Yibei? How did she become...
What kind of operation is this? Have I stayed on the mountain for too long and become out of touch with modern young people?
While thinking, Hua Sang hesitated whether to tell Qingji everything she knew, and her expression gradually became strange...
