We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 17 But Xia Chan, she is still my disciple.

At the foot of the mountain, the corpses of Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciples lay scattered on the ground.

Xiao Mo sat on a rock, head down, clutching a piece of cloth in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Mo slowly spoke, "Did you come here to laugh at me?"

Xia Chan walked towards Xiao Mo step by step, stopped three meters away from him, and tilted her head: "Is it funny?"

Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head: "It's really not funny."

Xia Chan scanned her surroundings, her gaze returning to Xiao Mo:

"does it worth?"

“You were originally a promising sword cultivator, but you abandoned your own path just so she could cultivate, leaving yourself crippled. In the end, she still found out the truth and severed ties with you.”

"She was almost heartbroken after she found out you were the son of her enemy."

"Everything you've done over the past ten years has vanished into thin air."

"does it worth?"

Xiao Mo picked up the piece of fabric in her hand and couldn't help but smile: "Who knows?"

Summer Cicada: "."

Xiao Mo raised his head and looked into Xia Chan's cold eyes: "Where is she now?"

“She flew straight towards Liang Kingdom. Where do you think she’ll go?” Xia Chan looked at the young master she used to serve. “The shortcut Qingyi took to the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom actually runs along the border of Liang Kingdom. And she is a Golden Core cultivator. If nothing unexpected happens, she will arrive at Prince Jing’s mansion within a day.”

Xiao Mo coughed violently a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up with his long sword as a crutch, and walked forward.

Xia Chan turned around and looked at Xiao Mo's back: "It's a miracle that you're still alive. With a body like yours, even if you went to the Jing Prince's mansion, what could you possibly do?"

Xiao Mo shook his head, his tone calm and steady: "Qingyi is only at the Golden Core stage. Although Qingyi's cultivation level is decent, the Jingwang Mansion has a Nascent Soul stage cultivator and a Jade Purity stage elder. If she goes there, she'll be courting death. I can't let her die like that."

"Young Master, you still want to take care of her?" Xia Chan asked, puzzled. "It was the Prince who killed her entire family, not you, Young Master. Even if you feel responsible, you saved her, raised her, and taught her cultivation. You and she are already even."

"That's right, we're even."

Xiao Mo walked forward step by step, his voice carried on the wind.

"But Xia Chan, she is still my apprentice."

Prince Jing's Mansion.

Prince Jing, Xiao Jing, was teasing birds in the courtyard.

"father"

A boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old strode into the courtyard; the boy's eyes had two pupils.

"Oh, it's Han'er! Han'er, what brings you back from the sect?"

Xiao Jing was both surprised and happy to see his son return home.

"Recently, Han'er went out to train and happened to pass through the capital of Liang Kingdom, so I thought I would come and visit Father. Father, look."

Xiao Han opened his mouth, and a dazzling golden pill flew out of his throat.

After showing it to his father, Xiao Han swallowed the golden pill.

"Good lad! Good lad!" Prince Jing Xiao Jing was overjoyed. "I never expected that you, Han'er, would reach the Golden Core Realm at the age of fourteen. Your future is limitless. When you reach the Immortal Realm, or even the Ascension Realm, everyone in the world will bow down to you!"

"Hehehe." Xiao Han touched his nose. "It's good that Han'er didn't disappoint Father."

"What do you mean by disappointment? Han'er, you are the unicorn of our Xiao clan! I think my son has the potential to become an emperor!" Xiao Jing patted his son's back forcefully. "Come on! Let's go find your mother. I'm sure she will be very happy to see you. Let's have a good meal together."

"Yes, Father." Xiao Han nodded. But just as Xiao Jing was about to lead his son out of the courtyard, a servant came running over, stumbling and falling towards Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing frowned and kicked the servant away.

Ignoring the pain, the servant scrambled forward, crying out in a panic, "Master! Master! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

Xiao Han stepped forward and said loudly, "Just say what you want to say! There's no such thing as good or bad!"

"Reporting to Grandpa, reporting to Young Master."

The servant quickly said.

"Just now, a woman came to our Xiao Wang Mansion. Zhang Han, who was guarding the gate, went up to ask her what she wanted to do. As a result, she chopped off Zhang Han's head with a single sword stroke."

The woman burst through the door, killing indiscriminately in her path! She slaughtered anyone she encountered; all the cultivators in our manor perished at her hands!

"A woman?" Xiao Jing frowned.

"Arrogant! Does she think the Xiao family has no one else?" Xiao Han bowed to his father. "Father, please wait a moment. I will go and cut off her head and present it to you."

"It's alright, you and I, father and son, will go together." Xiao Jing smiled and patted his son's shoulder.

In fact, Xiao Jing already had a vague idea of ​​who the other party might be.

"Fairy, spare my life!"

"Fairy, we have no grudge against each other, why do you want to kill me?"

"No, fairy!"

"what!!!"

"Run!"

"A madman! This man is a madman!!!"

The maids and servants in Prince Jing's mansion were fleeing everywhere.

Within the Prince Jing's mansion, not a single living person within the woman's sight could escape alive.

Corpses lay one after another in the courtyard, and blood flowed continuously between the pebbles of the cobblestone path, staining the soil red and turning the pool in the mansion blood red.

Everything was just like when the girl was four years old.

"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you wreak havoc in my Prince Jing's mansion!"

Just as the woman was walking forward step by step, Xiao Han followed his father to her and shouted angrily.

"It's really you."

Xiao Jing recognized the woman the moment he saw her.

After all, Xiao Jing had seen her portrait and personally handed it over to the Blood Butterfly Pavilion.

Jiang Qingyi slowly raised her head, and the moment she saw Xiao Jing, her fingers, which were gripping the sword hilt, cracked.

I found it! I finally found it!
She would never forget that when she was four years old, in that courtyard, when her bones were removed, this man stood not far away, looking at her as if she were livestock!
"So, Prince Xiao, you still remember me!" Jiang Qingyi sneered, her eyes bloodshot, like a monster about to devour someone.

"Of course I remember." Xiao Jing nodded. "Your parents, your brother, and everyone in your household were all killed by my men."

"brute!"

Jiang Qingyi completely lost her mind, drew her sword and charged forward, her icy sword energy merging with the grass-character sword technique, and slashed down with one sword!
"I want you to pay with your life!"

(End of this chapter)