Xuanxia

Chapter 538 Let it go? Why?
"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fu Qingzhou half-knelt on the ground, holding his lower abdomen, and kept coughing up blood.

A deep sword mark cut through his clothes and slashed his flesh, and one could even faintly see his wriggling internal organs through the huge wound.

If it weren't for his true energy contained in the muscles and bones throughout his body, this sword would have shattered his dantian and brought his cultivation back to zero!
The Gelang Knife fell beside him, and the blade reflected the dim light of the hall.

It seemed to have lost some of its luster, and the blade was covered with fine and dense cracks, as if it could be shattered with a slight shock.

"cough……"

Fu Qingzhou covered his wound tightly, raised his head and looked at Jiang Baichuan in front of him.

Jiang Baichuan was also half-kneeling, his black robe torn into rags, hanging on his body in pieces, revealing the white clothes he usually wore underneath the black robe.

He was also coughing up blood, but there was a relieved smile on his face.

"Young Master Fu..."

He said slowly: "Fortunately, no big mistake was made."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes were still complicated.

He was not very clear about what happened at that moment.

The Lord blasted a terrifying sword intent at himself, and he also released the last sword intent left by Jiang Baichuan on the Gelang Knife.

When the two collided, the huge force immediately knocked him several feet away and even tore his lower abdomen - of course, that was far from the strength that a strong man in the fifth realm of the cave heaven should have.

When he raised his head again, he saw Jiang Baichuan who was also coughing up blood.

"Alliance Leader Jiang..." Fu Qingzhou said softly: "You..."

"The mark I left on your sword awakened me, and so I put away that sword."

Jiang Baichuan smiled slightly: "I still remember what happened just now."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up with joy.

"You..." He asked, "Do you know what you did as Your Majesty?"

Jiang Baichuan's eyes became a little complicated: "I know, I have always known it, but I don't want to face them. I even deceived myself and used imaginary experiences and memories to deceive myself..."

Fu Qingzhou pursed his lips tightly.

Is it over already?

He wasn't sure.

Just this one sword? One mark, can it awaken Jiang Baichuan? Is it that simple?

At this moment, a heavy rumbling sound came from behind; it was the sound of the hall door being pushed open.

A ray of dim light shone in, and the voice of the man in the black hat slowly came in.

"Your Majesty, it seems that your choice... is to become Jiang Baichuan."

His voice was calm and without joy or sadness: "So, do you know what you are going to do next?"

Jiang Baichuan raised his head and looked at the man in the black hat.

"Acheng." He whispered: "I..."

The man in the black hat interrupted him and said calmly: "If you choose to become Jiang Baichuan, then you need to erase everything about Xiyu Pavilion."

He no longer used "you" but "you" to address others, which seemed to imply some kind of change in mentality.

"The first person you are going to kill is me."

"You must destroy this huge Xiyu Pavilion with your own hands. Those assassins and the secret manuals collected over the years must all be destroyed."

"You must also sever your relationship with your lord... If you don't want to deceive yourself, then you should also know who he is. Your Wulin Alliance has also benefited a lot. There are some things that you must give up."

The man in the black hat slowly asked, "Jiang Baichuan, can you do it?"

As he opened his mouth to speak, Fu Qingzhou wanted to interrupt him.

He could see that the man in the black hat was trying to provoke Jiang Baichuan, and had a strong tendency to do so - but he couldn't open his mouth at all. From the moment the man in the black hat appeared, a chilling aura inexplicably blocked Fu Qingzhou's throat, making him unable to utter a word.

The cold aura did not dissipate until the man in the black hat asked the last word.

Fu Qingzhou opened his mouth and said angrily: "Why are you asking these questions! Didn't you ask him to just choose an identity? He has already chosen!"

"Is it?"

The man in the black hat looked at Jiang Baichuan with a complicated expression: "Have you chosen?"

"I..." Jiang Baichuan's face, which had just been relieved and calm, was once again filled with confusion and pain.

"Heh." The man in the black hat said softly, "You became what you are now because you can't let go."

"You can't let go of your dreams, your achievements, and even more so, the reputation you've worked so hard to build over the years."

"How can you choose when you want everything and give up nothing?"

At this point, he changed his previous indifference and sighed deeply: "Brother Jiang, you and I have been brothers for decades, and no one knows you better than me, and no one admires and respects you more than me."

"You are destined to stand at the top of the world and become the strongest person in the world."

"But... you have to be pure."

The man in the black hat walked past Fu Qingzhou and came to Jiang Baichuan. He bent down, held Jiang Baichuan's arms, and helped him up.

"Brother Jiang."

He said seriously: "Whether you become the leader of the Jiang Alliance or the Lord, you must be pure - this is what you taught me back then."

"Just now, you made a choice once. You chose not to kill Fu Qingzhou."

“That’s good, but it’s not enough.”

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Baichuan, whose expression was extremely complicated, and reached out to take off his hat.

From behind, Fu Qingzhou could only see the long hair of the man in the black hat, but could not see his face clearly.

Jiang Baichuan looked directly at the face that looked like Hua Wuying, and his pupils trembled.

"Now, kill me."

The man in the black hat smiled and said, "Starting from me, I will destroy this Xiyu Pavilion, erase the dark side of your life, and become the leader of the Jiang Alliance."

"Acheng, I can't..." Jiang Baichuan's voice trembled a little: "I don't want the identity of Xiyu Pavilion, but it doesn't mean that I need to kill you!"

“You have to do this.”

The man in the black hat interrupted him decisively: "You must let it go, you must cut it off!"

"me……"

Jiang Baichuan gritted his teeth, his eyes trembled for a while, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I...this deity, why do you want to cut it!"

With a loud bang, a violent sword energy like a flood burst out from his body, which forcibly knocked the man in the black hat several feet away and knocked Fu Qingzhou to the ground.

"Alliance Leader Jiang?!"

Fu Qingzhou covered his lower abdomen, his face pale with pain, but he didn't care about these things at all, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't go astray again!"

The man in the black hat managed to stand still and raised his head, but the expression on his face looked extremely strange.

"Wrong path?" Jiang Baichuan sneered, "What I do never needs explanation, so why would I say wrong path?"

He looked extremely strange. Half of his face showed struggle, compassion, and pain, while the other half was filled with arrogance and tyranny.

"lay down?"

"I have to choose between Jiang Baichuan and Your Excellency?"

His tone of voice was distorted and changing, full of madness: "Why? I can be Jiang Baichuan, or you, my Lord!"

"I want the Wulin League too, and Xiyu Pavilion too!"

"I built all this with my own hands, why should I give up!"

"Who said that the way of the sword must be pure? Who said that I was always right back then?!"

Jiang Baichuan opened his arms, the aura around him surged, the sound was like thunder, and the expressions on the left and right halves of his face were twisted and tangled together.

Looking at him, it seems like he has realized something?
Fu Qingzhou was shocked and turned his head to look at the man in the black hat who had been shocked behind him.

Seeing the face that was very similar to Hua Wuying, he was not even surprised. He just gritted his teeth and asked: "What should I do?!"

"If he can... fuse the two identities together... he can use this to break through..."

The man in the black hat said word by word in a strange tone: "That's not a bad thing?"

“You’re all crazy!”

Fu Qingzhou cursed angrily.

He endured the severe pain in his abdomen and climbed up, drew out the long knife with his right hand, and rushed towards Jiang Baichuan without thinking twice.

I can’t care about that anymore. If Jiang Baichuan continues like this, the consequences will be disastrous!

Regardless of whether I can hit him or not, I must at least interrupt his current strange state!
In just a moment, Fu Qingzhou flashed in front of Jiang Baichuan.

The Cloud-Splitting Sword in his hand was obtained and forged by the Wulin Alliance. At this moment, it was pointed squarely at Jiang Baichuan's face!
(End of this chapter)