Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 126 Didn't fool him

Others were still confused.

But Zheng Ge understood everything that had happened at a glance.

Sometimes he really wished he wasn't so perceptive. He couldn't help but feel that Changsun Yu was unclean, and it turned out that he really was unclean!
As his gaze swept over the shocking bloody holes on his head dancer's delicate feet, Zheng Ge felt his face twitch.

Whether it was heartache or anger, Zheng Ge took a deep breath. He knew that as the sect leader, he had to suppress all his emotions at this moment.

"Lü Chang!"

He called out, "Send all the guests of the Sword Trial Gathering down the mountain first, while my Lingxiao Sword Sect takes care of some internal affairs."

Having lived to such an old age, Lü Chang had long sensed that something was amiss. With a wave of her hand, several experts from the Lingxiao Sword Sect at the Opening Mansion Realm descended to the scene, half persuading and half intimidating, guiding everyone to leave Qingfeng.

Xu Shangxin was among them. Her elder brother held his sword and paid no attention to her. He was only looking at Pei Xia, who was still on the stage, with some unease.

Pei Xia was also looking at her, her lips moved slightly, and she smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Xu Shangxin pursed her lips and nodded heavily.

Pei Xia watched her turn around, her long ponytail swaying and obscuring her slender figure as she slowly disappeared below the long steps.

Looking up again, all I saw were the elders of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Not everyone was aware of what had happened; most of them only knew Xi and not Fu Hongshuang.

When such a top-tier expert, carrying her own obviously extremely weak Wu Shou, rudely rushed up the mountain and called out to Changsun Yu, most people would only think that she was there to cause trouble.

Fu Hongshuang nodded, her gaze sweeping over them one by one: "Well, so your Lingxiao Sword Sect is going to help that bastard?"

A faint female voice rang out from the crowd.

Xi, nestled in Fu Hongshuang's arms, slowly shook her head and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Hongshuang, don't talk nonsense."

Fu Hongshuang looked down at her, her expression a mixture of anger and heartache: "Auntie, why are you still taking the side of these ungrateful wretches?"

Xi Wu was young and beautiful, looking even more like a young girl than Fu Hongshuang, but in reality, she was much older than Fu Hongshuang.

Xi turned to look at Zheng Ge on the sword-testing platform: "Erlang, where is Changsun Yu?"

Zheng Ge is the second son of the previous sect leader. The title "Erlang" is now only used by Xi Wu in the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Zheng Ge watched as the guests left and was about to speak.

But then Pei Xia's voice came from behind: "Does the Dance Master want him dead, or does he want him to live?"

The elders of the Lingxiao Sword Sect turned to look at Pei Xia on the stage.

He looked the same as before, dressed in coarse cloth, except that the sleeve from his left shoulder down was tied to his chest.

Fu Hongshuang immediately narrowed her eyes.

He is very different from eight years ago.

At fourteen, the boy was indeed not fully grown yet, unlike his handsome face now, and he would not look tired or have an excessive indulgence.

Hiss, could it be that this kid has been indulging in wine and women for eight years, and couldn't even withstand the Five Virtues Body and Eight Aspects Body, which is why he has fallen to the mere Refining Cauldron Realm?
Although Fu Hongshuang came to Lingxiao Sword Sect to see him.

But when she actually met Pei Xia, she was filled with indescribable emotions.

After gathering her thoughts, Fu Hongshuang called out, "How about living?"

Pei Xia pointed to the vegetative person beside the arena: "Alive."

Fu Hongshuang asked again, "What if you want to die?"

Pei Xia unleashed a burst of internal energy from his hand with a clang: "I'll kill you right now."

The two stared at each other across the ring for a long time before Fu Hongshuang sneered, "You're still as audacious as ever."

Pei Xia laughed too, but her smile was just as cold: "Aren't you the same? So arrogant." Eight years had passed, and Pei Xia never expected that she, a genius upstart, would fail to catch up with Fu Hongshuang's cultivation level; in fact, the gap had widened even further.

Not to mention him, even Fu Hongshuang herself didn't expect this!

Unfortunately, before she could even get angry, Xi in her arms began to struggle slightly: "I want to see my disciple..."

Even with his Heavenly Consciousness Realm cultivation, the blood holes on Wu Shou's feet would take a long time to heal.

Fu Hongshuang could only suppress her emotions, glaring fiercely at Pei Xia with her sharp and piercing phoenix eyes, while holding Xi in her arms and lightly leaping onto the sword-testing platform.

The swordsman knelt on one knee so that the dance leader could lower his head and see his apprentice clearly.

Changsun Yu's gold-embroidered purple robe was tattered in every way, with bloodstains in every tear. But even more serious than these external injuries was his completely lifeless face.

Changsun Yu did not die, nor was he mentally impaired.

Dementia is a state of mental confusion and memory disorder, but Changsun Yu now has no mental capacity left; he is just an empty shell.

With Xi's insightful perspective, she could certainly see the key to this.

Looking at her disciple's blank and lifeless face, she reached out and gently stroked it for a moment, finally sighing with regret.

Changsun Yu entered her family at the age of eight. He was respectful to his teachers, upright and kind, intelligent, lively and lovely... For fourteen years, she had practically raised him single-handedly.

Sometimes he's called an apprentice, but he's actually more like a son.

If they weren't so close, how could she, with her cultivation level, have fallen into Changsun Yu's trap and been imprisoned in a secluded cultivation chamber for so long?

Withdrawing her hand, Xi raised her eyes and happened to see Xiaoyue standing there blankly.

Meeting Xi Wushou's gaze, Xiaoyue's inner pain and fear finally erupted. She knelt down, her forehead pressed tightly against the stone slab, sobbing uncontrollably: "Wushou... I am guilty, I am guilty!"

Over the years, Xiaoyue had stayed by Changsun Yu's side, but she had humiliated Xi quite a bit, sometimes even resorting to physical violence.

Looking back now, it was like a nightmare!
Xi just shook her head silently: "It's not your fault."

After speaking, she looked at Pei Xia, who was standing at the other end of the sword-testing platform. Sensing that he was only at the Refining Cauldron stage and that his eyes were still clear, she asked, "This young master was able to defeat Changsun. He must be very familiar with the monstrous talent within him, right?"

As soon as the dance leader opened her mouth, everyone around the sword-testing platform turned their attention to Pei Xia.

Eight were appointed to official positions, three were appointed to transform into primordial states, and two were appointed to celestial consciousness.

Even Pei Xia, with her strong heart, couldn't help but feel her heart race a little.

No, judging by the current trend, the Lingxiao Sword Sect will never let me go.

Even without investigating Changsun Yu's condition, based solely on their so-called understanding of the "monster," the Lingxiao Sword Sect would definitely want to keep him for tea.

That's fine, but Fu Hongshuang is still keeping an eye on him.

Three pairs of eyes met in mid-air. Faced with the gazes of two Heavenly Consciousness Realm experts, Pei Xia rationally chose the only way to escape.

He laughed heartily: "A mere Heavenly Consciousness Realm cultivator dares to ask me questions?!"

With a wave of his hand, his inner energy formed a sword. He stared at Fu Hongshuang and shouted sharply, "My Five Virtues and Eight Aspects are perfectly integrated, and I have long since returned to my original state. You have underestimated me!"

Fu Hongshuang's hand on the sword stiffened for a moment, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Don't say it, don't say it!
If it were Fu Hongshuang back then, she might actually have believed his "what if" theory.

But now she is the current sword leader of the Xuan Ge Sword Mansion, and her temperament and way of doing things are no longer the same.

Sword energy began to swirl around the longsword at her waist. Fu Hongshuang suppressed her slight doubts and gently handed Xi to Xiaoyue beside her, while saying with a cold and beautiful face, "Then I... really have to go all out."

Pei Xia's old face tightened.

broken!

(End of this chapter)