frightfiction Chapter 207 That Springtime Was Abundant
Chapter 207 That Springtime Was Abundant
Chapter 207
At the point where the two worlds meet, a sudden, intense light bursts forth, dazzling and blinding, before gradually dimming.
Soft, orange-red light shone down, and where it focused, the atmosphere was solemn and peaceful.
The setting sun was like blood; it was dusk.
After drawing the seal for forming a bond, the brushes hanging in front of the two formations suddenly emitted strong energy fluctuations, which repelled the Golden Core cultivator. Zhu Wuyao was also affected and retreated a distance until she used her sword to support herself and stabilize her body.
The brush transformed into a stream of black and white light, returning to Zhu Wuyao's dantian, where it remained dormant and silent.
But Zhu Wuyao could sense that the brush seemed to have become more lively.
While this small sanctuary connected with the outside world, Ganxiao City, a hundred miles away, remained unchanged—
The stall owner packed up his goods, preparing to go home; while the tavern grew increasingly lively, its innkeepers shouting to welcome guests from all directions; a patrolman rode his horse across the bridge, his hooves kicking up dust; ordinary people splashed water to wash the streets, smoke rose from their chimneys, and the aroma of food wafted out, enticing beggars to take their bowls; porters and laborers chatted casually as they passed each other…
In the city lord's mansion in the southeast corner, Lord Xuan was smiling and raising his cup.
Before he could even taste the wine, he suddenly looked up, his deep, dark eyes turning toward the mass grave a hundred miles away.
The next instant, the wine glass shattered.
Lord Xuancheng suddenly stood up.
At the exit of the small cave he had been watching from afar, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the formation like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
After assessing the situation, the newcomer, slightly surprised and taken aback, raised his eyebrows and smiled:
"Quite a coincidence?"
Who else could this unexpected yet perfectly logical guest be but Ye Xiaozhou?
Apart from her, no one else would have entered the fray alone during the standoff between the two sides, or descended from the sky when Zhu Wuyao was seriously injured and the Wufeng Sword was destroyed.
She was a savior sent from heaven, but those who were saved never expected her to arrive.
Zhu Wuyao struggled to lift his head, staring blankly at her, seemingly asking someone, or perhaps muttering to himself:
"Why are you here...?"
If you come back, what's the point of everything I've done?
The purplish-brown water ladle in Ye Xiaozhou's hand disappeared. She touched her chin, gave Zhu Wuyao a strange look, and asked in return:
"Don't I know how to use a teleportation array?"
Of course, you also need to run faster.
Zhu Wuyao was immediately speechless.
She didn't want Ye Xiaozhou to die with her, so she concealed the divination results, sent Ye Xiaozhou out of the game, and wanted to fight to the end alone.
Ye Xiaozhou was unaware of these things.
All she knew was that someone was waiting for her to come back.
Setting off under the moonlight, Ye Xiaozhou returned as the sunset glowed like blood and the setting sun raged, just as Zhu Wuyao's sword was destroyed and he was about to perish.
A journey of thousands of miles can be completed in three days and nights.
Seeing them talking as if no one else was around, the Golden Core cultivator at the head of the group darkened his eyes, suddenly raised his arm, and a black tiger baring its fangs pounced fiercely, its attack swift and powerful.
Just as Zhu Wuyao was about to offer a warning, the scimitar suddenly appeared, swirling away like a blooming flower of death.
The two separated as soon as they touched, the curved blade whirling back, and the black tiger's attack vanished into thin air.
Just as the curved blade was about to strike again, and as Ye Xiaozhou turned to catch it, a second curved blade suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiaozhou had vanished.
This is... a powerful enemy is attacking!
The cultivators who came to quell the rebellion immediately realized that the newcomers were up to no good!
However, they were not alarmed. This time, a total of seven Qi Refining cultivators, four Foundation Establishment cultivators, and three Golden Core cultivators had come. With such strength, even a few more powerful individuals could rival some small sects. How could they be afraid of a mere mid-Golden Core cultivator?
"Don't panic! She's just one person!"
The black-tiger cultivator laughed instead of getting angry, seemingly mocking the red-clad woman's arrogance and ignorance.
Zhu Wuyao's heart was not at peace.
The enemy is too strong.
Moreover, there's also the City Lord Xuan, who's stationed in Ganxiao City; he's probably a Nascent Soul cultivator.
And... the divination she personally calculated.
For the exiles, the word "return to their fate" is nothing short of a curse.
Zhu Wuyao was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and was about to collapse at any moment. The fighting all the way, the tug-of-war between hope and despair, her seriously injured body, and her depleted spiritual power... made her almost unable to hold her sword and sway precariously.
Before long, blood began to splatter.
Ye Xiaozhou, like a god of death descending upon the world, broke into the encirclement of three Golden Core cultivators. She dodged and attacked with her unparalleled agility, avoiding direct confrontation with cultivators of the same level.
When killing the first Qi Refining stage cultivator, it was necessary to break through the formation, break out of the encirclement, draw the sword, dodge, and try many times... It took a total of twenty-three breaths, and was slightly sluggish.
When they killed the second Qi Refining stage cultivator, it was as if a surprise attack had occurred, with both swords used and coming from an extremely tricky direction.
It takes no more than seven breaths, like a fish entering water, and one feels completely at ease!
When it came to the third person, Ye Xiaozhou broke through the encirclement as if it were empty, moving freely and without hindrance.
Within five breaths, the scimitar whirled and the enemy was beheaded!
"Not good! This person's technique is strange; we must not let her continue killing!"
The black tiger cultivator's eyes widened in anger, already sensing something amiss. However, the next instant, warm blood splattered onto his face.
He met those smiling, defiant eyes.
The fourth player has been killed!
His heart pounded; under his divine sense... this person's cultivation level seemed to have fluctuated—
She has become stronger!
The moment he understood this, another person, like a lamb with its neck outstretched, had its head spun off.
The deadly scimitar, stained with blood, appeared even more eerie and chilling.
A red curtain seemed to veil his vision. With each swift movement of her hand, the woman in red moved like a ghostly figure taking lives, or perhaps like a sharp, chilling scimitar, freely traversing the battlefield.
Number one in combat power?
No! She is the leader of the group battle!
Killing one person is nothing special, no different from an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, barely qualifying as brave; after beheading ten people, one is full of vigor, sword drawn, and courageous, showing initial signs of heroism; after slaughtering a hundred people, one can wield a sword and call upon all the heroes of the world!
That spring, when spring was in full bloom, Ye Xiaozhou forcefully broke into the secret realm.
A hundred people entered, and only one person left.
Carrying a blood-stained scimitar, she walked alone out of the secret realm in full view of everyone, incurring the wrath of the masses and causing them to want to kill her. Back then, when Ye Xiaozhou first entered the Golden Core stage, he forcefully killed two Nascent Soul cultivators and left.
First came the woman in red who dared to defy the world, and then came the two curved blades that grew stronger with each battle. They had nothing to do with the rare treasures that emerged from the secret realm, but were simply demons who emerged from the sea of blood.
Therefore, she had no name.
The cultivation world avoids talking about Ye Xiaozhou.
Rumors circulated that she was the strongest fighter among her peers, but no one was willing to officially recognize this honor.
They preferred to wait, to wait for a righteous person, to wait for a peer in the cultivation world with an impeccable reputation.
After being banished by fate, Ye Xiaozhou once again became a taboo subject in the cultivation world.
The black tiger cultivator, trembling with fear, asked:
"Who the hell are you?!"
Blood blossoms bloomed amidst the carnage. Ye Xiaozhou, with a hint of mockery, flashed a bright smile and said:
"I?"
"No one will sing my story."