frightfiction Chapter 694 What does she care about empty words of morality?
Chapter 694 What does she care about empty words of morality?
Xue Lan was starting to not want this agent anymore.
Wu Jin was momentarily confused. As one of only two people who had experienced Jin Guang's pursuit of Xue Lan, he didn't quite understand the current situation.
They can only spout nonsense to confuse the public.
The one sitting in front is his superior, the archenemy of the Northern Region River Wolf Lord, right?
But why does that old scoundrel chief call her "sir"?
The young man wanted to use his brain to think, but his mind was severely injured during the soul swap, and thinking carefully was excruciating.
But he couldn't stop his thoughts.
"Concentrate!"
A cold, calm female voice entered his ears, and Wu Jin vaguely saw Xue Lan stand up and raise her hand.
A cool force entered from between his eyebrows, gently enveloping his shattered sea of consciousness.
The broken walls and ruins were held up by an invisible force, and the deep pain gradually subsided. Wu Jin calmed down with the soothing power and mobilized his divine sense to repair his sea of consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, the blurry mist in front of me had disappeared.
Xue Lan sat at the table watching him, her gray eyes gentle.
Seeing that he was awake, the woman glanced to the side and said:
"The Wu family has ruined his brain."
Wu Jin thought to himself, "No, not at all."
Although he was implanted with a soul substitution technique, causing his consciousness to shatter, his soul was not seriously injured.
He was about to tell Xue Lan that he was fine, but he just couldn't muster much spiritual energy, when he looked up and inadvertently saw Xue Lan winking at him.
Wu Jin was always a good kid who knew how to read the room. The moment he met Xue Lan's gaze, he understood what she meant. He changed his tone and started complaining of a headache, foot pain, and tongue pain. He took a few steps back and slid down.
Xue Tong quickly stepped forward and reached out to catch him, still wondering why he had fainted so suddenly.
Wu Jin gently traced a line across her palm.
Xue Tong: I understand, I understand.
Xue Lan's idea.
Xiao Tong disliked the Wu family and naturally wasn't worried that Xue Lan would go too far later. The girl shouted Wu Jin's name a few times, then quickly took out the Sun-Tracing Mirror, opened a time-space passage, and suddenly escaped to the shore of Dongbo Lake.
His footwork was so smooth that it was unparalleled in the world. Not only were the Wu family members present caught off guard, but even Wu Jin, who was being dragged by him, only realized what was happening when they reached the lakeside.
The young woman, Xiaotong, threw the young man to the ground and then quickly activated a small protective array on the ground.
Wu Jin looked at her with a smile:
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Xue Tong continued doing her work with her head down, replying without looking up from his words:
"You are mostly unharmed, but the Wu family is going to suffer."
The girl pointed to Qinlong Island in the center of Dongbo Lake:
"The entire Qinlong Island will be reduced to rubble."
Wu Jin's eyes widened.
"What are you looking at?"
As if suddenly remembering something, the young man pushed himself up from the ground:
“I have something on the island.”
"Is it very important?" Xue Tong asked.
Wu Jin paused for a moment, then nodded very seriously:
"Extremely important!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind blew in front of him, and half of his dark green hairband, wrapped in snowflakes, directly covered his eyes.
Xue Lan's icy voice came from beside my ear:
"Since it's something important, why let go unless it's a matter of life and death?"
Wu Jin held the hairband in his hand, unable to utter a word for a long time. By the time he finally decided to speak, the situation was no longer suitable for conversation.
A streak of snow-white sword energy shot out from the front gate of Qinlong Island, the semi-circular sword light traversing the pavilions and peaks above before finally disappearing into the sea of clouds.
It was as gentle as a breeze that arose out of nowhere.
Wu Jin had previously betrayed the Wu family and traveled far and wide, encountering many sword immortals, some carefree, some majestic, some gentle, and some profound. Sword energy guided the sword's form, then enveloped the sword spirit and sword energy.
Every sword and every swordsman is different, possessing their own unique aura.
However, Xue Lan's sword strike failed.
It's like... it's like...
Wu Jin racked his brains, trying to think of something, but even after his recently stable mind was shaken again, he still couldn't come up with an answer.
A snowflake drifted down in front of him.
It's snowing at Dongbo Lake.
The world fell silent in an instant, not only around Wu Jin and his companion, but throughout Dongbo Lake and even the surrounding hundred miles.
The sounds of birds flying in the forest and fish swimming in the water have all disappeared.
The only thing Wu Jin could clearly hear was his own heartbeat.
It quickly became dull, as if I were trapped under something.
Fastened to...
With this thought in mind, Wu Jin slowly raised his head and looked at the sky where snow was falling.
The ground was a pure white, and so was the sky.
The clouds were pure white, without a trace of lead gray, and resembled the fur of some animal.
Those who cultivate soul techniques are naturally inclined to spy, to spy on their own hearts, and to spy on the secrets of the outside world.
Unbeknownst to him, Wu Jin forcibly activated his divine sense, attempting to see through the pure white sky.
However, just as he was about to touch the edge of reality, a cold, gentle voice suddenly came from behind him:
"Young people shouldn't be too curious."
His consciousness was blown back by a powerful force and completely sealed in his sea of consciousness, making it impossible to mobilize.
In the instant before he was suppressed, Wu Jin finally glimpsed a corner of the truth he had been searching for.
Those were a pair of cold, arrogant blue eyes.
The entire Dongbo Lake was surrounded by Xue Lan's divine consciousness, becoming a plaything under the claws of the Silver Moon Wolf!
Wu Jin fell to the ground, letting out a somewhat manic laugh.
"Soul Techniques... the divine soul that governs all things!"
With a casual slap, the arrogant and presumptuous leader on Qinlong Island slapped the man back. He then slowly straightened his wide robe sleeves and walked to the front of the Wu family patriarch, his unfocused gaze fixed on the many Wu family members who had fallen behind him.
The Wu family patriarch's voice trembled, but he suppressed his instinct to flee and tried to reason with Xue Lan:
"Fellow Daoist clearly stated that you are not here to interrogate me."
Xue Lan curled the corners of her lips into an extremely contemptuous smile:
"Yes, I did say before that I was not here to interrogate you."
"The matter of the Northern Region River is settled once and for all. I am not one to break my word."
The woman wore a bright, vibrant ginger-yellow dress, but her voice was as chilling as a vengeful ghost crawling out of the underworld:
"But fellow Daoist should also know that I have always been protective of my own."
“Mistreatment of the child I value is a new grudge.”
The Wu family patriarch finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted:
"Xue Lan, are you going to violate the moral code between the human and demon races?"
Xue Lan snorted coldly.
It's about morality again.
She's already staked her next life on a broken scale in the world of casting, so why is she still concerned with empty words of morality?
Xue Lan has been exorcising demons for over a thousand years, and since birth, she has transcended life and death without ever yielding; this is the way.
He was willing to use his entire cultivation, along with his ashes and soul, to forge a new world and mend the heavens; this was righteousness.
Xue Lan flipped her fingertips, and several transparent sword threads pulled out several figures from the back mountain of Qinlong Island.
It was Wu Yunsi and others who had previously escaped under Wu Shuhuan's arrangement.
Xue Lan pointed a finger at Wu Yunsi's brow:
Do you know how your grandfather died?
"It's okay if you don't know, you'll see it soon."
"I don't want to! I don't want to see you!" Wu Yunsi struggled frantically, her face contorted in extreme pain.
"Grandpa Chief, Grandpa Chief!"
"It's alright, don't be afraid," Xue Lan said softly.
"Wu Jin didn't die, did he?"