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Chapter 129 Appearance
Such actions are disgusting, especially when threatened by the other party, making it even more uncontrollable to feel nauseous.
But Qingyue was facing a true demonic cultivator, a thoroughly bloodthirsty bastard.
What will happen if we don't do as he says?
What will happen to Jian Zhenhuan's child?
Qingyue dared not take the risk; the child was the salvation of her soul.
But Elder Mingsan is Chen An's master, and Chen An is her close friend.
A wave of sorrow washed over me, and all my resentment stemmed from my lack of strength.
She knew that if she killed Elder Mingsan as Honglang suggested, their friendship of the past years would be completely over.
Her hesitant gaze darted around, but when she glanced at Honglang, he gave her a knowing smile.
"Wow."
The child's cries rang out, each sound like a sharp blade piercing Qingyue's heart, spinning endlessly.
Honglang still had a smile on his face. He looked at Jian Huanzhen, a strange look flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"Children are just so cute, even when they cry, it softens your heart, I just don't know if it's possible..."
He chuckled softly, leaving the rest of his sentence unsaid.
He slowly raised his head to look at Qingyue, his captivating eyes filled with a strong threat that made Qingyue's heart tremble uncontrollably.
Before having children, Qingyue never imagined she would betray her best friend.
Even if she isn't a good person, she can still sacrifice some insignificant people for the sake of profit.
But now, she seemed to be controlled by the power within her body, unable to stop wanting to help that frail child.
Once upon a time, it was commonplace for her to laugh at mothers who had given up on everything.
Now, she seems to understand that she will be the one ridiculed by others.
Is it worth it?
Two words lingered in her mind, and her heart began to ache.
It's not worth it, of course it's not worth it.
After killing Jian Yunzhou, she strode away from the place that had imprisoned her, without taking Jian Huanzhen with her, nor did she intend to.
She knew that the child had half of Jian Yunzhou's blood.
No one knows better than Jian Yunzhou what kind of scum he is, so she naturally feels that this child deserves to die.
As I stepped out of the cave alone and basked in the long-awaited sunshine, a warm feeling welled up in my heart.
With a smile, she walked a hundred or two hundred meters.
But then the child started crying, so noisy, so very noisy, it was unbearable.
The child, who had no cultivation, cried like a kitten scratching at her heart—it didn't hurt, but it itched.
Whether it was the connection between mother and son or not, Qingyue stopped in her tracks.
She ultimately betrayed herself, took the child with her, and returned to Ichiwa-myoji with the child.
Yihezong is a blessed land, with no other drawbacks except that it is built on a mass grave.
But even this one flaw has been buried deep in the earth by the passage of time.
Upon returning to Yihe Sect, she didn't tell anyone about her experiences, including the torment she suffered at the hands of that bastard Jian Yunzhou.
Even when facing Chen An, she couldn't say it.
She chose to hide it from both her child and herself, and even deliberately acted like a loving mother.
She felt guilty about leaving him, and she didn't know if Chen An considered it a betrayal.
But upon closer reflection, Chen An's decision to have her move back to Yihezong shouldn't count.
Chen An didn't blame her; instead, it made her feel even more guilty.
Because of this guilt, she was unwilling to go out.
Of course, it wasn't just because she didn't want to, but also because of her little burden, a soft and cuddly child, like a freshly steamed white bun, or a milky rice cake, who was extremely cute.
He would lie in her arms every day, babbling softly.
As she spent more time with Jian Huanzhen, she developed maternal love for this child she had once disliked.
Motherly love, a heavy word.
Qingyue thought of herself, a little girl without a mother's protection, crying in the rainy night, not only receiving no comfort, but also having to guard against the Qing family's steeds, lest she be eaten.
Having never received maternal love, she felt numbness in her body when she thought about how she was also a mother.
The choice between killing or not killing doesn't seem so difficult anymore.
In the empty room, Qingyue regained consciousness.
Honglang is gone.
Intelligent people don't need much communication; just by seeing the murderous intent in Qingyue's eyes, Honglang knew that Qingyue would definitely listen to him.
With weary steps, Qingyue reached the bedside and lay down on her back.
Her eyes were clouded as she gazed at the gray ceiling.
Her mind raced, and she quickly figured out how to deal with Elder Mingsan.
Spiritual power and mental power are the two major weapons of cultivators, and there are many powerful individuals who are proficient in one of them.
Elder Mingsan is an example. He possesses immense spiritual power and is considered one of the strongest figures in the cultivation world, yet he knows absolutely nothing about spiritual power.
Elder Mingsan's weakness is his lack of mental strength.
Strike the snake at its vital point; using mental power to attack Elder Mingsan is not considered despicable.
Only those who survive have a voice.
Solid mental energy kills without leaving a trace, making it most effective for assassinations.
As long as the solidified spiritual energy is sharp enough, it will penetrate without leaving much of a trace.
Ideally, she should use Elder Mingsan's things as a pretext so that Chen An would discover what she was doing later.
When she sat up again, she held eight copper coins strung together with red thread in her hand, a long and intimidating string.
Chen An had seen this string of copper coins before; it was a treasure used by Elder Mingsan to suppress evil spirits.
Chen An's gaze froze. If this thing was given to Qing Yue by Elder Ming San, Qing Yue would be far more despicable than she imagined.
"Was the Eight Treasures Copper Coin Bell a gift from your master to ward off evil spirits?"
With a questioning look, Chen An stared at Qing Yue, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Qingyue knew Chen An's ability to read minds, so she stopped hiding it and said with a bitter smile, "That day, Elder Mingsan knew that you would rather leave than be a burden to Zhaoning Sect, and he also knew that I would follow you, so he gave this to me and asked me to protect you well."
Chen An couldn't help but chuckle, "Is it really just so you can protect me?"
Qingyue's expression became even more sorrowful, but she still stubbornly refused to admit it and continued, "He is your master. Even if he gave himself to me, it was only for you."
Chen An was too lazy to waste words with her and said, "If saying this makes you feel better, I won't argue. Take us to find Hong Lang!"
Qingyue shook her head again, "No, I can't take you up there."
"Whatever. I only asked you to take me up to save some time. Since you don't want to, then forget it."
The ebony sword slashed horizontally, unleashing a burst of sword energy towards Qingyue.
Qingyue held her emerald sword horizontally in front of her, blocking Chen An's attack, a resolute glint in her eyes.
This resolute attitude disgusted Chen An, and his subsequent moves became much more ferocious.
Mu Jingtai doesn't care about one-on-one fairness; after struggling for so long, he has grown a lot.
Fugui is the same; it can't use weapons, but it has its own unique way of attacking.
With its sharp claws and teeth, combined with its agile body, it has an advantage in any fight.
Chen An was stronger than Qing Yue, and with the help of the two, Qing Yue was defeated in just ten seconds.
She lay on the ground, her thin body making her appear somewhat petite. In the past, Chen An would have felt sorry for her friend.
Now, all she wants to do is kill this ungrateful wretch.
The longsword was thrust out, producing a loud bang.
Just as the sword's edge touched Qingyue, a blood-red heavy sword blocked her way.
The man in the black robe had a fierce glint in his eyes as he glanced at Chen Anshi, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "What do you want from me?"