Chapter Thirty-One: Thirty Years of Pain

  Lu Xueqi gazed at the white Tian Jiao on her bedside, saying slowly: "That's right, Qing Yun Forbidden Land, Huan Yue Cave. This matter is related to the aura of Qing Yun, only you and I know about it, absolutely no one else can know!"

  Zhang Yufan nodded in understanding, "Ah, this might be related to the great secret behind Qingyun's prosperity. Of course, the fewer people who know, the better. Judging from her expression, even Master Shuimeng might not know about it when there is no clear answer." "When I woke up, I was in Nanjiang Miao Village, at the altar of the Great Shaman, where you've also been!"

  Lu Xueqi nodded and said: "Is there a wonderful connection between the Heavenly Emperor's Palace, the Seven Li Caverns, and the Phantom Moon Cave? Why did we move from one place to two different places?"

  "This, you'll have to ask the Heavenly Emperor about. It's like how I was originally full of vitality and suddenly became a useless person. Especially this face of mine, whoever sees it wants to chop me down with a sword. If things keep going like this, I'm dead for sure!"

  Lu Xueqi furrowed her brow, pondered for a moment and then said: "The other sword of the Heavenly Emperor's Exterminating Sword was stained with your blood and absorbed into your body. Just like Xiao Fan's Soul Devouring, except for you, no one else can wield that sword!"

  Zhang Yufan was shocked, and after a long time, he said: "I don't care about the Excalibur, let alone use it now. Even my original skills are being suppressed, I feel like a cripple."

  Lu Xueqi suddenly laughed and said: "You think that the thing sleeping inside you is a root of fire, but it's actually another unsheathed sword to slay the gods, and there's also a reason why you've suddenly changed like this!"

  Zhang Yu Fan was shocked and hastily asked: "What's the reason?"

  Lu Xueqi said: "You didn't have anything unusual just an hour ago, do you know what happened to the other sword of Exterminating Immortals that was full of fresh blood within this one hour?"

  Zhang Yufan's eyes met Lu Xueqi's beautiful eyes, and he didn't know what was going on in his head, so he casually said: "None of my business!"

  Lu Xueqi's face changed, and she said sternly: "Of course it's your business, the two Exterminating Immortals are from the same origin, and the Heavenly Emperor's spiritual instrument doesn't even have a slight response? Is your brain made of rice paste?"

  Zhang Yufan was shocked. Since his appearance, Lu Xueqi's personality had changed greatly. Today, she even said such words. However, except for being like this with him, she was still the same with others. Being treated specially by Lu Xueqi made him feel good for a while. But what would his appearance bring to this world? What could he change? His appearance was absolutely not just a coincidence or a simple YY transmigration. Was it really for Tianhuo, for Ba Fang Huolong, or for E Xiuluo? As he thought about this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of urgency that made him feel suffocated.

  "What's wrong with you?" Lu Xueqi asked again.

  Zhang Yufan suddenly came to his senses and said, "I understand what you mean by spiritual energy, but it can't be like this. If the other sword has a problem when we're really fighting, I won't be able to exert my true strength here, isn't that just asking for trouble? This broken sword is not even worth taking, you take it!"

  Lu Xueqi's expression suddenly turned gloomy, her eyebrows and eyes filled with more worry, she said slowly: "You say, he really is okay, right?"

  Looking at Lu Xueqi's appearance, Zhang Yufan felt a pang of heartache. How should I answer her? In this battle, Gui Lie was indeed not dead, but in the fight against the Puppet Ghost King, no one could withstand the power of Shura, and the only one who could launch the sword array, Daoxuan, also died. Zhang Xiaofan drove his sword to slay the gods and disappeared into a giant black hole with an uncertain fate. Can I tell her? No, since I'm here, I must not let Xueqi get hurt again. Taking a deep breath, he said: "He's not dead, he can't die. If I were like him, would you worry about me?"

  Lu Xueqi glared at him fiercely and said: "He is Xiao Fan, what are you, a scallion?"

  "He's Xiao Fan or Yu Fan? I didn't know you were so heartless, I should have looked for Bi Yao instead!"

  Lu Xueqi's face turned cold, just as she was about to speak, the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the door. "Bang" The door was kicked open, and two people were shocked. The newcomer was around 40 years old, dressed in Taoist attire, with a clear brow and beautiful eyes, but with an angry face - it was Master Shuimeng.

  "Master!" Lu Xueqi was shocked and hastily got out of bed and knelt down.

  Shuǐ Yuè Dà Shī's clothes fluttered as he glared at the two people in the side room, his voice filled with rage: "Xuě Qí, you have a lot of nerve, bringing this person to Xiǎo Zhú Fēng!"

  Lu Xueqi hastily said: "Please Master, have mercy on him, he is not Zhang..."

  For decades, no man had ever set foot in Xiaozhu Peak. Now this ugly affair had occurred with her most cherished disciple, and it was happening right inside her bedroom. Suddenly, the mighty thunderbolt of her wrath exploded.

  Zhang Yufan saw Lu Xueqi being wronged, and swiftly stepped forward to block the way, saying loudly: "You old nun, we didn't do anything, and what we said was all proper business. Just because you're emotionally hurt, you want to suppress other people's emotions? What kind of logic is that?"

  "Shut up!" Lu Xueqi shouted loudly.

  "Fine, you're all fine!" Water Moon Master said indignantly. As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Yuefan's clothes, using all his strength to throw him out of the house for several dozen feet.

  Zhang Yufan's martial arts were completely lost, and he couldn't even resist a little bit. He let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, enduring extreme pain. He thought that this fall would either kill him or leave him disabled, but when he got up, he was shocked to discover that the pebbled floor of the courtyard had been smashed into a large pit, with stones shattered everywhere. He muttered to himself: "Although I couldn't use my internal energy to resist, my physical body has become as tough as copper and iron, unbreakable like fine steel. This must be related to the Xian-slaying sword that's stored in my body. It's a kind of compensation, I suppose."

  In the room, Zhang Youfan was thrown out. Lu Xueqi was really shocked. Whether Zhang Youfan, who had lost all his skills, could withstand this fall was still a question. But Shuǐ Yuè Dàshī, in great anger, slapped her with a "slap", and a faint blood stain appeared at the corner of her mouth. The crime of disgracing the sect was no trivial matter.

  Shui Yue's master, Yu Nu, still seething with anger, shouted: "You, you're quite all right, aren't you? I've wasted all these years teaching you for nothing! You'd actually compromise our school's rules and humiliate our school's reputation for the sake of just one person. It's really infuriating!"

  Lu Xueqi knelt down on the ground, not even wiping away the blood from the corner of her mouth, and begged: "Master... please listen to your disciple's words..."

  Such a big thing, Master Shuiyue was also dizzy with anger, and he still wanted to take action against Lu Xueqi, when suddenly someone behind him shouted loudly.

  "Die, you dare to move Xue Qi again, I'll make you look good!" It was the ignorant Zhang Yu Fan, who really didn't know where he got the guts from. His martial arts skills were gone, yet he still wanted to show off.

  No one had ever dared to treat Shuǐ Yuè Dàshī like this, she was furious, her hair standing on end, and with a flash of movement, she drew out her treasured sword, its blade poised to cleave Zhang Yufan's skull.

  Lu Xueqi's face was deathly pale, her heart racing with anxiety. That person would be dead by Master's sword in no time. Tianyao on the bed moved slightly but remained still, she couldn't go against Master.

  Only Zhang Yu Fan stood still, staring at the approaching Shui Yue Master and roaring loudly. He didn't use his Lion's Roar technique, but those few words were even more powerful than a lion's roar: "Want to know about Wan Jian Yi?"

  "Wan Jian Yi" The three words made Shui Yue Dashi feel like he had been electrocuted, and the sword tip stopped just an inch from Zhang Yu Fan's eyebrows. He lost his voice and said: "You... what did you just say?"

  Zhang Yu Fan secretly smiled, it seems that emotions are the same for everyone, beauties are hard to pass through heroes. He shook his head and put on a sage-like appearance: "Master, I really don't want to tell you, but seeing your infatuation, I'll say it anyway. Do you know Lin Jing Yu?"

  Shui Yue Dashi shouted: "You also know Wan Jian Yi, but what does he have to do with Guan Lin Xing Yu Sheng's nephew?"

  Zhang Yu Fan burst out laughing and said, "It seems that Dao Xuan really fooled you badly. The old man who has been guarding the Qing Yun ancestral hall on the back mountain for ten years and teaching Lin Jing Yu is actually Wan Jian Yi! With Lin Jing Yu's swordsmanship advancing so quickly, didn't you notice anything unusual?"

  Shuǐ Yuè Dà Shī's body shook, the sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, she almost didn't dare believe her own ears, that person who had died thirty years ago was actually still alive. She didn't believe it, but when Lin Jingyu mentioned his swordsmanship had improved, she saw it with her own eyes, and every move he made with the Dragon-Slaying Sword was so similar to Wan Jianyi's, she couldn't help but believe.

  At this time, Lu Xueqi quietly came out of the house. Suddenly, Zhang Yufan's words were even more convincing, because he knew that this person would never talk nonsense. However, what happened on the back mountain of Tongtian Peak was cruel for Master who had just learned about this news, but she had to say: "Master!"

  The Master of Water Moon remained silent and still, without saying a word.

  Lu Xueqi was somewhat anxious and said loudly: "Master Wan's matter, I have to say it, because if you go late, I'm afraid you won't even be able to see her last look!"

  Shuǐ Yuè Dà Shī was greatly shocked, his face instantly lost all color, and he exclaimed: "Y-y-you... what did you just say..."

  Lu Xueqi plucked up her courage and said: "Master, there was a fierce battle at the back mountain, and Master Wan is already dead!"

  Master Shuimeng suddenly turned black in front of his eyes, almost fainting, stumbled and staggered, a sword whizzed through the courtyard, and the man and sword rushed into the sky, heading straight for the ancestral hall.

  Lu Xueqi's face turned even paler, and she shouted at Zhang Yufan: "Are you still not leaving?!"

  Zhang Yu Fan was taken aback and said: "Why should I leave? Logically speaking, your master should be thanking me instead!"

  Lu Xueqi smiled wryly: "Hmph, thank you. The first thing he did when he came back was to cut you off!"

  Zhang Yufan was puzzled and looked at Lu Xueqi: "What? Has he gone mad?"

  Lu Xueqi's pale face showed a hint of anxiety, and she said: "Do you know who killed Wan Shibo? It was Xiao Fan! This time, even with a hundred mouths, I couldn't explain it clearly!"

  Zhang Yu Fan was shocked, looking at the woman in front of him with a nearly desperate gaze, and for a moment he was speechless.

  Lu Xueqi coughed, apparently with unstable qi and blood in her body, and shouted: "You still don't leave, are you waiting for death? When Master is in a bad mood, nothing can be said to him!"

  Zhang Yufan glanced at Lu Xueqi, and for some reason, as long as she was there, it was the best place, even if it was hell. As long as she was there, it was the warmest, even if in her heart it wasn't him.