Volume One, Chapter 46: Does This Count as Revenge?

“Sir...”
Li Nan and the other Imperial Guards all looked at Mo Yuan in astonishment.
Mo Yuan’s horsewhip had deftly wrapped around Xie Qiqi’s body. His sharp, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked down at her.
Li Nan dismounted swiftly and approached a few steps, carefully examining Xie Qiqi’s face before smiling.
Though blood gushed from the wound, there was no time to dwell on it. He immediately rolled over, drawing a triangular blade from the edge of his boot to shield his front.
She knew she was speaking the truth; at a moment like this, there could be no mistakes, lest all previous efforts be rendered futile.
Yet on this very day, outside the room where Jiang Zaiyuan resided, a sudden knock startled him. Jiang Zaiyuan was surprised, for he seldom interacted with other disciples, and even acquaintances rarely sought him out.
Long ago, during the era when Elder Jian ruled the Sword Realm, multiple wars had erupted with the Blade Realm, sowing deep-seated enmity.
“Until now, I haven’t heard any of your superstitions,” I said, growing a bit impatient.
“Alright, next candidate. Everyone over thirty years old, come forward and pull out this sword—then you’ll be deemed qualified,” the gray-clad disciple announced loudly.
This matter had become somewhat mysterious. When I heard the mention of the Wang family’s eldest daughter, I initially believed it truly was Wang Jiao’s Mirror Realm incarnation. Without suspicion, I tried to contact her immediately.
It’s difficult to describe with words—the vast space and the dome’s murals made me feel as if I were transported to a primeval wilderness. The ancient aura blended with an overwhelming grandeur, instantly engulfing me in boundless desolation. I seemed to behold the gods, born with the universe’s dawn and perishing with its end.
With a soft sound, my feet lightly touched the ground. Clutching my hunter’s knife, my heart pounded fiercely. This dark and eerie scene always reminded me of the terrifying horror films I once watched—monsters and demons lurking in the shadows, ready to leap out and startle you.
Seeing Huoli Zi and the others approach together, and noting the displeased expressions on the others’ faces, Master Qing Ji and Master Zheng Qing exchanged glances, their expressions growing even grimmer. They knew that due to carelessness, their prestige among other sects had diminished.
It wasn’t surprising that my mother asked me such questions, for over the years I had never inquired about my father, fearing it would bring her sorrow once more.
I do not know how she felt when she said those words. I still remember swearing solemnly that I would marry no one else but her in this lifetime, yet time dealt me a harsh blow. I do not regret, only lament the fate that intertwined us.
After breakfast, my cousin called. He said he had already arrived at the airport. Given how hard it was to hail a cab in Beijing today, Xixi and I went together to pick him up.
When Cang Jingyou caught the gaze of King Peng, a sudden dizziness overwhelmed him. Moments later, his body collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
“No!!!” Li Honghui denied it. Almost everyone present thought they had misheard. Only when they saw the shocked expressions on others’ faces did they believe him—that Li Honghui was truly not Li Hongyi’s brother.
He Lang thought that becoming a sword cultivator who upholds justice on behalf of Heaven wouldn’t be bad; it wouldn’t betray his own heart. If it meant slaying evildoers, he could certainly do that.
I answered the phone directly. Once connected, Tie Kuai asked, “What’s wrong? You were fine in the hospital, why did you suddenly discharge yourself?”
“Elder Yue, is your hand alright?” Gong Shen Ling’er still worried about his hand. The force exerted by Ji Wuqing earlier was considerable, and he had caught it with his bare hand.