In the chaotic world, the Source Sea surged violently and rushed into the five elemental tides' circulation channels, like ten thousand galloping horses.
Yan Li's eyes became incomparably sharp. The sword-shaped tornado slammed into the barrier, and the overflowing shockwave caused the bluestone floor to sink. The shops on both sides collapsed. The momentum was astonishing.
"Damn it!" Lu Quanshu regretted his actions so much that his intestines turned green. This was the unique skill that made Su Yu famous when he was still alive. Not many people in the world could withstand it, not even him.
However, he was still not too panicked, because he was sure that Yan Li would not be able to use the second part of this move. Cultivators also needed to recover their Qi. No one could release all their Qi in one go. When Yan Li recovered his Qi, he would be able to escape.
His plan was very good, but he never expected that Yan Li did not need to recover his Qi.
"Playing with the world!"
Yan Li let out a soft chant that sounded like he was singing and laughing. Suddenly, he turned into a dozen or so shadows.
Lu Quanshu's soul almost left his body. Fortunately, his strength as a first grade martial artist allowed him to react quickly. His left hand formed a bodhi seal, his right hand grasped the handle of the staff, and he placed the staff on his left arm.
"Strength Vajra Formation!"
Eight rings spread out, forming a protective formation in eight directions around him.
With the formation as the center, ten afterimages with swords crossed each other. "Xiu xiu" sounds lingered in the ears.
The speed of one afterimage was already too fast for the naked eye to catch, let alone ten identical afterimages. Every time the afterimages crossed, they brought forth several fine sword energies. After countless crossings, it was like a spider spinning silk, interweaving into a storm of sword energies that crisscrossed like a spider's web.
In the next moment, Lu Quanshu's protective formation, along with himself, shattered into pieces.
The afterimages returned to one, and Yan Li stood with his sword. The mark that once belonged to Lu Quanshu was only left with a pool of blood in a deep pit.
After resting for a while, Yan Li put away the Leaving Cliff Sword and staggered towards Cui Er.
Cui Er was half-lying, leaning against a stone wall. In just a short while, her body was already covered with a few layers of snow.
Bright red and glaring blood stained her chest.
Yan Li walked to Cui 'er's side. His body softened, and he knelt on the ground. He gritted his teeth and held Cui 'er in his arms, trying to warm her body with his own warmth.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Cui 'er slowly opened her eyes, "Young Master … why have you come …"
"I'm here to take you home," Yan Li said reluctantly. "En." Cui 'er felt warm and gently leaned against Yan Li's chest. "Let's go home …"
"You're not leaving this time, right?" Yan Li asked.
"Yes." Cui 'er said softly, "I want to be Young Master's woman. I want to give birth to Young Master's children. I want to give birth to many children."
"Yes." Yan Li said, "We can find a place to live in seclusion, far away from the chaotic world of mortals."
"Young Master is so gentle and kind." Cui 'er smiled sweetly. Suddenly, he frowned and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Blood was sweet, not because of the blood itself, but because it contained a deadly poison.
"Young Master, can you listen to a story from me …"
"Yes."
"A long, long time ago … there was a pair of sisters. They had a very deep relationship. The elder sister always treated the younger sister as a treasure. However, their family was very poor. One year, there was a famine. Their mother starved to death. Their father had to give the elder sister to someone else to raise. That family did not treat the elder sister well. They made her do the dirtiest and most tiring work. She even had to replace the mule to pull the mill. The elder sister had no regrets. She just wanted to send the rations home every day so that her beloved sister would not starve … Suddenly, one day, the elder sister came home and found that her father and sister were gone. She went crazy to look for them, but she couldn't find them. Since then, she would go back every day to take a look. Every time, she hoped that her sister and father had returned home to wait for her … But they didn't. People said that they abandoned her. She believed it, so she began to resent them.
She hated them for many years … "Cui 'er's eyes could no longer see. She could only touch Yan Li's face with her hands. She stroked every inch of his face, deeply imprinting his outline in the depths of her soul.
"Elder sister is elder sister. Younger sister is me … I can't betray elder sister …"
"I know." Yan Li said.
"I'm sorry …" Crystal tears slid down Cui 'er's face. "I know that you took me home to protect me, but I can't abandon my sister anymore …"
When all the contradictions concentrated at one point, the two people she loved the most began to hurt each other. Eventually, it was bound to end with the death of one party. She understood all the causes and effects, but she couldn't extricate herself from the abyss of pain.
"I know." Yan Li said.
"Gongzi …"
"Hmm?"
"I know you don't like me …"
"I like you."
"Gongzi …"
"Hmm?"
"Will you forget me …?"
"Yes."
"Gongzi …"
"Hmm?"
"I have to go …"
"Okay."
The person in his arms had been frozen, but Yan Li seemed to have turned into a statue. He still held her tightly and didn't move.
The heavy snow soon covered them.
After an unknown period of time, the snow suddenly stopped.
Yan Li looked up and saw an umbrella.
"Don't let her body suffer anymore." Li Yixiu said with a sad face.
Yan Li nodded.
Two hours later, Cui 'er was buried in a coffin.
Yan Li stood in front of the grave and didn't make a sound for a long time.
Li Yixiu looked at the tombstone. It was written: My wife, Pei Cui's grave.
He sighed and didn't know what to say. He thought for a moment and said, "Is Lu Quanshu from the Skycloud Pavilion?"
Yan Li said, "I think they are from different factions. Just like the imperial court, the Black Mountain is one faction, the Skycloud Pavilion is one faction, and Lu Quanshu and the people behind him are also one faction. "
Li Yixiu felt a chill in his heart. "What are their origins?"
Yan Li shook his head and didn't say anything.
Li Yixiu said again, "If Lu Quanshu kidnapped Fang Junyi, according to Brother Yan's speculation, he is also the one who killed Zhi Zhen?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Yan Li said.
Li Yixiu frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Yan Li said, "Fang Junyi wasn't sent home. In other words, she wasn't used to threaten Fang Xianhuai like the others. Fang Xianhuai also didn't receive any news. Lu Quanshu wouldn't dare to touch Fang Xianhuai's daughter. Therefore, the real murderer is still the people behind him."
"The people behind him?" Li Yixiu asked.
Yan Li said, "Revenge must be investigated thoroughly. Otherwise, it wouldn't be true revenge."
Li Yixiu smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Yan's murderous intent is too strong. I only want to seek justice for Zhi Zhen."
"That's because you haven't experienced it yourself." Yan Li said indifferently.
Li Yixiu wanted to say something else, but at this time, a black-clothed officer came and said respectfully, "Reporting to the two sirs, Fang Junyi's body has been found."
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