Volume 2: The Supreme Master Chapter 46: Emotional Turmoil

  After hearing Zhang Hao's provocative words, a hint of worry flashed across Murong Xue's calm face, but she had always been aloof and never easily lost her temper in front of others, so she didn't say anything to stop him.

  Zhang Yuefeng, although conservative in nature and somewhat timid, at this moment was loudly shouting: "Younger brother, you must not be rash!"

  "Not far from his side, a small, delicate voice shouted: 'Brother, I won't let you go!'"

  The flower fell, and her eyes were hidden, with a faint worry floating in the air. She didn't speak either, just like Murong Xue, after all, she was still an outsider here!

  The Taoist slowly turned his head, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. He glanced at the Hongchen Grand Hall and said, "Hongchenzi, this is your most accomplished disciple!" Then he looked around slowly and deliberately, saying, "Today's events, everyone bear witness for me. Zhang Hao of the Hongchen Sword Sect injured my disciple first, and then attempted to challenge me. From now on, the relationship between the Qixuan Gate and the Hongchen Sword Sect is severed!"

  The crowd of practitioners began to discuss in hushed tones as soon as they heard the words of the ethereal Taoist.

  Zhang Hao glanced at Liu Suifeng who was crawling on the ground like a dead dog, and sneered: "Why bother to waste your breath, are you going to fight or not?"

  A wandering Taoist saw Zhang Hao's divine color, his tone was pressing and didn't put himself in the eye at all. The killing intent rose in his heart, but he quickly thought of Tian Huang Wei. He coldly snorted and quietly suppressed the rising killing intent. Although he is a Golden Elixir, Tian Huang Wei is not something to be trifled with. Only by killing Zhang Hao in Gui Wang Yuan can Tian Huang Wei not come to trouble him.

  He suddenly said with a stern expression: "You will definitely be killed on September 9th!"

  He strode towards Zhang Hao, picked up Liu Suifeng and in a flash of movement, walked out of the Sword Pavilion and vanished into thin air.

  The crowd finally came back to their senses, only to find that the mysterious Taoist had already left. Everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Hao, filled with surprise, suspicion, and curiosity.

  Zhang Hao held up a jar of Baihuquan and looked at the remaining cultivators, saying loudly: "Today is my big happy day, it's rare for all of you to give Zhang Hao face, today we must drink until we're drunk and not leave!"

  The crowd of monks suddenly remembered why they had come today and responded in unison. For a moment, the air was filled with voices, and the solemn atmosphere from earlier was gone.

  The sound of guessing fists and drinking cheers came from all directions, the voices of cheering and applause also rang out one after another. The square in front of the Red Dust Hall was as lively and bustling as a tavern at this moment, without a hint of the quiet elegance of a spiritual cultivation place.

  Zhang Hao carried a wine jar, making rounds to offer drinks. In just a few breaths, he became somewhat tipsy. With one hand holding the wine jar and his footsteps floating, he moved back and forth among the guests as if riding on clouds and fog.

  Murong Xue, Xiaozi and Huāluò Chén stood side by side, each with their own unique charm. Murong Xue was like a slender and elegant snow pine, cold and refined, yet exuding a hint of lonely fragrance; Xiaozi was like a wildflower by the roadside, unassuming yet radiating an air of pure and genuine beauty; Huāluò Chén was like a delicate lotus flower rising from the mud, noble and majestic, with an aura of grandeur. The three pairs of eyes were all fixed on that young master in his bright red auspicious robes, who was drunk and staggering.

  The three of them didn't say a word, after a brief moment, Murong Xuelv's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a faint hint of anger appeared in her clear eyes. She turned around and walked towards the Hongchen Grand Hall.

  "Shi Jie!" Xiao Zi called out softly, but Murong Xue didn't turn her head.

  "Let her go! Someone will take care of her, you don't need to bother!"

  At this time, only Zhang Hao was seen stumbling towards the crowd, bowing his hands in thanks, and then quickly walked out of the crowd, smiled slightly at the two women, and headed towards the Hongchen Grand Hall.

  In the Hongchen Temple, Murong Xue stood in front of the portrait of Hongchenzi, her expression calm and serene, unable to discern what she was thinking at this moment.

  Zhang Hao couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart, knowing that Murong Xue must have disliked his carefree and unrestrained behavior when drinking. He was afraid that he would become like before, so he was worried and distracted.

  Looking at her somewhat lonely back, looking at this slightly stubborn little woman, for some reason, a soft feeling arose in his heart. He took advantage of the seven parts of wine and stepped forward one step, gently pulling over Murong Xue's soft ear and whispering: "With so many people around, you should at least put on an act. Maybe after September 9th, you won't have to see this annoying face again!"

  Murong Xue's whole body trembled slightly, as if struck by lightning, and she took a small step back in some confusion. But Zhang Hao's latter half of the sentence had touched her heart, and her hand, which wanted to pull back, stopped. She just let him hold her hand and listened to his soft voice whispering in her ear.

  From birth to now, no man has ever touched her hand. His boldness made her heart slightly shocked and angry, but at the same time, she felt inexplicably tense, wanting to pull away, yet unable to bear it, more so in a state of panic and fear.

  But apart from fear, there was also a hint of delight, a faint sweetness, her cheeks felt as if they had been scorched by fire, the roots of her ears were slightly red, and her whole body seemed to have become stiff, her legs and feet no longer listening to commands, becoming somewhat numb.

  But at this moment, Zhang Hao's feeling was entirely different. Holding her hand, time seemed to have stopped. Her hand was soft, and her body emitted a faint, captivating fragrance that was hard to grasp but truly existed.

  The two were initially somewhat awkward, and the silence in the great hall was so still that one could hear a pin drop.

  Zhang Hao spoke a few words, but saw that Murong Xue was not speaking, her expression flustered and tense, somewhat constrained and uneasy. He felt slightly surprised in his heart, it seemed that his senior sister had never experienced such a situation before. As he thought about it, his mind gradually relaxed, and he was the first to raise his head and smile. In an instant, he was like a volcano, instantly melting the iceberg.

  Murong Xue's mouth also revealed a faint smile.

  Zhang Hao said softly: "I've been troubling you for a while!"

  When Mu Rong Xue heard Zhang Hao's words, her heart skipped a beat. When did his younger brother also learn to care about people? That free and easy, reckless and unrestrained Haoran Sword suddenly became responsible, making her feel somewhat unaccustomed to it, but ultimately it was a good thing.

  "After a long silence, she said faintly: 'These are all part of my duty, I am your senior sister!'"

  "In the future when I become the leader, I will take charge of these matters. I am a man!" Zhang Hao said, raising his eyes to glance at the portrait of Hongchenzi in the Red Dust Hall.

  Only Murong Xue heard Zhang Hao's words, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, with a hint of faint worry between them. Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly as she blinked, and her red lips were tightly pursed, revealing a beautiful arc at the corner of her mouth. Her vermilion lips parted, and she spoke in a gentle voice: "Are you confident that you can defeat the Phantom Path cultivator?"

  Murong Xue said, raising her eyes to look at Zhang Hao, her clear and bright eyes, like a pool of clear water reflecting Zhang Hao's soul.

  As he looked into her eyes, so clean and pure, Zhang Hao's heart was shaken. He also understood why she would often get angry with him. Because she had no friends, she treated him as someone close to her, so in front of him, she wouldn't hide her emotions at all.

  "This outwardly strong but inwardly fragile woman seems resilient, but in fact she is more vulnerable than those girls who cry and make a fuss, and needs more care and protection." Zhang Hao looked at Murong Xue's expression and suddenly thought of the popular personality analysis on the internet.

  Murong Xue only glanced at Zhang Hao for a moment before withdrawing her gaze, because she felt that Zhang Hao's eyes were scorching hot, making it unbearable for her to meet his gaze, as if he could see through what was on her mind and melt her.

  She gently struggled free from his grasp, took a few steps forward and said faintly: "On the ninth of September, if you come back, I will sincerely be your Dao companion. You must come back alive!" After finishing speaking, she strode out of the grand hall.

  Zhang Hao stood there in a daze, her words just now like a thunderclap on a clear day had stunned Zhang Hao, making his intoxication dissipate somewhat, and for an instant he seemed to have sobered up quite a bit.

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