Free Web NovelChapter 1168: Chapter 617: Escape
Most people didn’t believe this kind of rumor.
But after the Shaking Heaven God burst onto the scene, he really had been riding non-stop on eastern expeditions and western campaigns, killing without end. The most outrageous thing was that he actually ran all the way to the eastern part of the Nanshan Continent to commit slaughter! You had to know, the Hidden Stream was in the Southwest, while the Jiuxiao Sect was above the East Sea; that was a distance of tens of millions of li between them. He, as the core of the Hidden Stream, actually dared, with the situation on the battlefield not yet stabilized, to abandon his Sect and flee far to the East Sea to kill people—only a hatred that reached the heavens could possibly drive that!
At this time, people who had been involved in the Central Capital incident back then stepped forward and said that in those days in the bustling marketplace, the Shaking Heaven God had killed Fairy Han Qiong of the Jiuxiao Sect and her disciples, leaving only a young disciple who escaped with her life. Many of the people present had heard it loud and clear, unmistakably: as personally stated by the Shaking Heaven God himself, he had indeed done it solely for the Nanming Lihuo Sword, for the sake of one person. And that day countless people had also personally heard him boast, "Within two years, the Jiuxiao Sect will be destroyed; from top to bottom, not even a chicken or a dog will be left alive!"
From the Central Capital incident to now, it was indeed almost at the two-year mark. This was powerful corroboration; moreover, after the rumor spread, Changtian himself had not stepped out to refute it, which seemed tantamount to tacit acknowledgment. As a result, for a time there was a clamor of voices. After the rumor went through several distorted versions, it finally defined her, Ning Xiaoxian, as the demoness who brought chaos to the Continent! The Shaking Heaven God doted on her excessively and, for her sake, did not hesitate to stir up war in the Nanshan Continent, using Life Souls to sacrifice to the Heavenly Dao to exchange for her resurrection.
Ai ma, she actually had a day when she was branded as a "beauty is a curse"! Ning Xiaoxian parted her lips slightly, not knowing whether she ought to feel pleased with herself or find it ridiculous. freёweɓnovel.com
Only, she also knew that from now on she would have no peace. All the blood karma that Changtian had incurred, she would have to shoulder with him together, because she was the "cause", and the deaths of these people were the "effect" born from that cause. Even when she faced Crossing Tribulation in the future, the Heavenly Dao would judge that the deaths of these hundreds of thousands of cultivators had all arisen because of her. From this angle, her hands were also steeped in blood!
What’s more, beings like "beauties who are a curse" never live long; whether it was the likes of Mei Xi, Daji, or Bao Si, has there ever been one who met with a good end? Haven’t you heard the saying: Since ancient times, beauties, like famous generals, are not permitted to be seen with graying temples in the Mortal World.
The content of this rumor was actually very close to the truth; it was just that the spreaders of the rumor had dressed up and altered the contents of the Blood Covenant, omitting the part about Yin Jiu You. As to who had released it, she and Changtian both knew perfectly well in their hearts that it was nothing more than another one of Yin Jiu You’s masterpieces. He wanted Changtian, like himself, to stand opposite all others; he wanted her to stand at the very tip of the storm, utterly disgraced and ruined in reputation!
This man really did play a fine game of abacus.
He Sect Leader saw that she was grinding her teeth in anger and hurriedly said, "These past few years, Lord Divine Monarch has also intensified his efforts to capture Yin Jiu You, but once a Soul Cultivator blends into the crowd, it really is like entering a boundless ocean—his tracks are hard to find. And as more and more cultivators of the Hidden Stream were killed, the Soul Power he extracted became more and more replete. Lord Changtian once casually remarked that in future clashes with Yin Jiu You, it will likely not be so easy."
Yin Jiu You was an ancient demon, bearing countless Divine Skills. If his Soul Power were to recover, he really would be extremely difficult to deal with.
Seeing that He Sect Leader’s account had finally come to an end, her heart was in turmoil. She rubbed her forehead and said, "Please go busy yourself first; I’m feeling a bit tired."
The old man knew she needed to digest all these shocking pieces of news she had just learned, and he hurriedly took his leave and departed.
Ning Xiaoxian paced back and forth in the courtyard a few times and still felt vexed and stifled. Her Divine Soul was unstable; now that she was overthinking things, she couldn’t help but feel a bout of dizziness and headache.
When Changtian walked in, he saw her curled up on the couch reading account books. Today’s brocade quilt had a pure white cover, which made her complexion look a bit pale; even her lips had lost some of their color. It was already dusk; the light streaming in from outside the window stretched the shadows long. Her thick, upturned eyelashes cast a faint band of light and shade over her oval face, making her look both rarely serene and tinged with a frail, pitiable charm.
Seeing the tall figure blocking the light pouring in at the door, she raised her head and showed a small, toothy smile. "You’re back?"
That movement of hers, that tone of voice, was very much like a little wife waiting for her husband to return home. Changtian looked down at her, couldn’t help swallowing once, nodded, and walked two steps closer.
She gazed at him, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Any vexing matters today?"
His voice held a slight rasp. "None."
"That’s good, then." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again to look at the account book. Since she hadn’t gone out, she’d been too lazy to put her hair up; she had simply swept all her black hair to one side, with two locks of glossy dark hair mischievously hanging down over her collar, carrying a faint, languid allure.
