Chapter 37 The Coldness on the Ghost Spring Road (4k)

Three months ago Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou

Chapter 37 The Coldness on the Ghost Spring Road (4k) Two killing moves, one from the left and one from the right, struck towards Chu Weiyang, his figure almost completely blurred in the hazy mist.

Only the silver-white moonlight reflected by the sword, only the pure white silk ribbons humming.

In the next moment, the two talismans pinched between Yan Jianming's fingers, instantly turned into two crimson flames, enveloping Yan Jianming's hands holding the mountain-bearing seal in flickering flames.

The seal met the sharp sword edge.

Bang! Along with the splattering sparks, the echoing sound was unexpectedly that of metal striking against stone.

The mountain-bearing seal enveloped in the fiery talisman flames was unexpectedly as hard as iron stone! Following that was the slightly eerie humming sound of the white jade snake.

The other hand's seal slightly shifted, striking down towards the jade snake's head.

Having only recently entered the human world and transformed into a demonic beast, the jade snake was both shocked and fearful of the flames, instantly losing its fierce momentum, causing the seal to strike precisely at its vital point.

When Chu Weiyang glanced over, the jade snake floated in the air like a kite with a broken string, falling straight into the grass below, disappearing from sight.

At this moment, Yan Jianming, through the flames and sword light, looked at Chu Weiyang with eyes filled with anger, giving a cold smile. "Heh!" Yan Jianming's expression grew more mocking.

Since their first encounter by the Yuansui River, Chu Weiyang had treated the sword like a treasured possession; as for the white jade snake, even the cultivation manual jade slip of the "Green Bamboo Pill Scripture" was taught to Chu Weiyang by Yan Jianming himself.

When it came to the life-and-death battle now, how could he not be prepared for these? Two golden fiery talismans were Yan Jianming's response.

Unfortunately, Chu Weiyang was truly beyond foolish, mistaking this sword and demon as his trump cards and killing moves.

After all, he was an escapee from the Demon Suppression Cave, inherently a scum villain cultivator, seemingly inheriting the brutal style of the demonic sect cultivators without needing any guidance, his mind filled with the ruthless and aggressive style of the demonic sect in everything he said, did, or fought.

His momentum was quite impressive, but he lacked too many methods, lacking that elusive destiny! At this point, who else was trying to solve the trouble with such seemingly intense and rich emotions? Taking a deep breath, the gaze of the golden fiery talismans near the ground seemed to swallow Yan Jianming in a warm and gentle flow in an instant.

That fleeting sense of intoxication almost made Yan Jianming reveal a childlike smile.

He seemed to be floating on a cloud, looking down with extremely compassionate eyes at the person in front of him.

Responding to Yan Jianming's compassionate gaze was a light interwoven with thunder and flames.

Huh? The flame light of the golden fiery talismans seemed to brighten a bit...

No, where did the thunder light come from again? Before Yan Jianming could understand this question, a premonition arose in his heart.

Without waiting for the intensifying thunder light to escalate, in the blink of an eye, Yan Jianming bit his tongue fiercely.

The intense pain finally made him slightly sober.

Opening his mouth to take a breath, the scorching aura in the firelight was filled with a sweet and fishy smell.

Poisonous! This shouldn't be happening, I was already prepared! The snake was knocked aside, its life unknown.

How could this be...

Panicking, Yan Jianming's thoughts became entangled like a mess of threads in his mind.

Unfortunately, he knew this was not the time to be distracted, but the sweet and fishy smell had already begun to affect his mind, causing a momentary delay and even a sense of inexplicable detachment from his own thoughts.

He seemed to be watching his thoughts entangle into a mess in his mind, unable to stop the escalating chaos.

It was as if he was drunk.

Seeing the wind stirred up by the thunder and fire sword about to hit his face, Yan Jianming raised one hand to meet the sword edge.

But the other hand remained frozen in place— No, this state was wrong.

It was best to defend against this sword with both hands clasped together! No, that's not right either.

This person's sword technique was like this.

I need to detoxify first.

The antidote is in my bosom, but there's a clear spirit talisman hidden at my waist...

No, even more wrong! Right and wrong are all within oneself.

There's no time to hesitate.

Use the lethal method to end this person's life, and all will be settled! Almost simultaneously, clear and distinct thoughts emerged in his mind.

But the more this happened, the more he completely lost his mind.

There was no more time to continue thinking.

The sword pierced through the golden fiery talismans, the thunder and flame intertwined sword energy following the sword edge thrust out by Chu Weiyang, piercing through Yan Jianming's throat! The unprecedented intense pain, the great crisis between life and death, made Yan Jianming completely awaken from the confusion of the poison aura.

When he opened his eyes, the world was still clear, but the mist in front of Chu Weiyang seemed to be getting heavier, and even the figure of Chu Weiyang nearby became blurry. "I... I..." Before Yan Jianming could say anything more, he covered his neck, and the gushing crimson blood made it impossible for him to speak.

At this moment, struggling, he finally reached into his bosom in a panic.

Meanwhile, Chu Weiyang slightly moved aside.

In a nearby basket, the stable master propped himself up on the edge and suddenly exerted his strength, leaping up halfway! With the other hand raised, he held another ancient and ordinary iron sword.

Under the dim moonlight, the iron sword was already stained with blood, and upon closer inspection, there were wisps of black smoke and malevolent aura seeping out from the rust-colored stains.

The originally straight sword spine became pitted and pockmarked under the corrosion of the rust, mottled and unsightly.

Swish! The stable master flicked his wrist, and a completely different sword intent soared into the sky, enveloping the short sword in his hand and throwing it out like a bolt of lightning! When they looked again, the short sword had deeply pierced Yan Jianming's heart, then passed through his body! One sword sealed his throat with poison, and the other sword, stained with malevolent blood, severed his heart.

Thus, in Chu Weiyang's eyes, Yan Jianming's fate was finally sealed.

Bang! Yan Jianming was still convulsing, his legs weakened, kneeling on the soft muddy ground.

At the same time, Chu Weiyang had already walked over from the nearby grass.

He carefully cradled the limp white jade snake, bringing a strand of malevolent aura to the snake's mouth, soothing the spirit pet's emotions.

Only when Chu Weiyang stood in front of Yan Jianming again, and the jade snake at his wrist hummed a few times, did the young man hurriedly sheathe his long sword, taking a deep breath.

No longer separated by the hazy mist, nor the thunder and flames.

The gazes of the two met once again. "Killing you doesn't seem as difficult as imagined." Saying this, Chu Weiyang raised his hand and lightly slapped Yan Jianming's face.

The crisp sound of the slap, along with the humming of the jade snake, resounded once again.

Finally— Yan Jianming's vision darkened, accompanied by an inexplicable sigh, and he died in front of Chu Weiyang like this.

Seeing that he truly had no signs of life or breath, Chu Weiyang did not rush to search Yan Jianming's body for the Qiankun pouch.

Instead, he stood up straight, silently watching, with a gaze that was complex yet calm, staring at Yan Jianming's kneeling body.

Meanwhile, in this long silence, the stable master leaned on the edge of the basket, panting heavily.

After throwing the short sword, he didn't spare Yan Jianming another glance.

As he watched Chu Weiyang's figure, especially when Chu Weiyang fell into this silence, the stable master's gaze increasingly held a sense of anticipation.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Finally, the stable master couldn't wait any longer and spoke up.

"How was it?"

This question awakened Chu Weiyang from his contemplation, and the young man looked at the stable master in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

The stable master raised his finger and gestured hastily on the basket.

"The sword intent! I mean, how was the sword intent?"

"Aren't you supposed to understand this path?"

"All sword intent emanates from your state of mind."

"What? Killing Yan Jianming wasn't satisfying enough for your excitement?"

"This is a cultivator from Tingchang Mountain, a peak-level Qi Refinement cultivator! Aren't you satisfied with this?"

Hearing this, Chu Weiyang shook his head.

Killing Yan Jianming had brought him satisfaction.

But before making a move, dissipating the malevolent aura in layers of mist, wrapping the sword light in medicinal mud and malevolent aura, waiting for Yan Jianming's mind to be completely clouded, for his brain to overload, for him to lose focus completely, and then striking with a sword at his neck.

It seemed that this process, let alone killing Yan Jianming, had never been so easy even when hunting wild beasts in ordinary times.

The fantasies he once had about the peak-level Qi Refinement cultivator now made Chu Weiyang feel extremely unreal.

And this sense of unreality was even more overwhelming than the satisfaction in his heart. "Perhaps, this person's life and death are not as important in my heart as I imagined..." Saying this, Chu Weiyang slowly bent down, finally reaching out to search in Yan Jianming's blood-stained robe. - At the Rain-Picking Tower.

Chun Yu Huai sat dazed by the window, watching the blurry sea of lush trees in the night breeze, a nearly soft and melancholic feeling emerging on the young man's face.

When he looked again, the silver basin was no longer there, the swirling incense candles were gone, and the mist-like smoke had dissipated.

The previous experience seemed like a dream, giving Chun Yu Huai a sense of unreality.

Yet the young man was keenly aware that something had happened to him, the almost womanly gestures and thoughts that often emerged in his mind...

He was waiting, but as time passed, the other soul in his spiritual platform did not heed his intentions.

But the silence did not shake Chun Yu Huai in the slightest.

The events in the hall seemed to have quickly brought about a significant change in him.

He seemed to have truly become more stable, patiently waiting for the inevitable conversation to come.

The conversation with his great aunt's soul.

The conversation with the truly spiritual soul of his great aunt.

But just as he thought this, suddenly, Chun Yu Huai's expression changed abruptly. "Great Aunt—!" Speaking softly, Chun Yu Huai raised his hand, about to point at his Niwan Palace between his eyebrows.

But as his arm lifted, Chun Yu Huai's entire movement suddenly froze in place.

The next moment, the young man's demeanor changed abruptly. "Chun Yu Huai" seemed to be familiar with something, yet extremely unfamiliar, stretching his waist and arms in an extremely strange manner.

Immediately, he shivered, crossing his hands and hugging his shoulders.

When he spoke again, the sound that came from Chun Yu Huai's mouth was a vague and ethereal soulful voice, and upon closer listening, one could hear a woman's originally clear and sorrowful voice.

"Huai'er, ever since the Demon Suppression Cave, you have almost always stepped in the wrong direction, whether in Tingchang Mountain or at home. I can't allow you to continue like this."

"Every wrong step you take must have someone pay the price for it. Auntie is not blaming you for anything, but if you continue like this, one day, when disaster strikes you, there will be no one left to shield you!"

"The danger in the south of the Yuansui River is great, and Auntie needs to personally intervene to resolve this for you!"

"The great terror between life and death, at a certain moment, I even felt that half of my foot was already on the Ghost Spring Road, that bone-chilling cold almost piercing through the soul, freezing the true spirit... I don't want to experience it a second time..."

Pausing, when the young man spoke again, his expression was still sorrowful, but his voice returned to Chun Yu Huai's own tone.

"I have burdened Auntie..."

"Since Auntie wants to personally take care of this matter, Huai'er naturally has no objections. I just don't know what Auntie's thoughts are?"

Pausing again, he continued with the soulful voice.

"This encounter, starting from the so-called Tribulation Repairing Scripture, has been full of entangled karma, dragging us all into it."

"Since we must end it, a brief resolution is necessary, and it must start from the karma."

"After you made the biggest mistake on your journey south, you underestimated the escapee from the Demon Suppression Cave! Who is he? A pile of scum who escaped from certain death, and very likely obtained the remaining spirit objects. From that moment until today, how many days have passed?"

"This person can still be alive, and even my old mother has seen it. How can I still look at him with the eyes that once saw scum?"

"Perhaps his cultivation is the worst, but the layers of entwined karma on him can harm many lives!"

"Without absolute certainty, in Auntie's eyes, this person is the most difficult to deal with."

"On the other hand, the two cultivators pursued by the Sword Sect, the newly emerged greenhorns, have only accumulated karma with our Tingchang Mountain. Although they seem to be in the game, they probably haven't even had a sip of soup until now!"

"Lure them first. Whether you injure them or take their lives, let's see if that stubborn old Daoist can still stand safely at the river mouth!"

"If he moves, the Mountain Master will naturally move too!"

"Drag them all down! What are they doing standing on the dry shore? Just watching us younger generation fight to the death?"

"Where in the world does such a good thing exist!"

"Rest assured, Huai'er, I know what you are worried about."

"Auntie is not crazy, quite the opposite. In that moment between life and death, in that icy coldness on the Ghost Spring Road, my thoughts became extremely clear..."

"Spirit objects..."

Just as he said this, Chun Yu Huai slowly raised his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a faint brilliance gradually appeared, like a pool of nectar, slowly reflecting colorful spiritual light, resembling a galaxy reflected upside down. - In the sea of trees.

Xie Jiang once again raised the sword-shaped jade talisman, gently looking at the sword spine.

But this time, suddenly, the sword hummed like a dragon's roar and a tiger's growl.

In the trembling sound, the sword talisman suddenly slipped out of Xie Jiang's palm, hanging in front of the two, a wave of energy pointing towards a certain direction. "Found it!"

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