Nonsense! Master is not my wife.

Zhu Yingqiu let out a breath, lowered his head slightly to look at Qingchou in his hand, and his eyelids drooped.

Before her, Qingchou had been sleeping in the Zhu family's ancestral hall for thousands of years, and its power had been constantly lost. In some aspects, it was even inferior to some eighth-level spiritual weapons, but it was still the spiritual weapon passed down by the Zhu family for thousands of years.

The ancestor once told her a story. It was said that the ancestor who forged Qingchou once had a Taoist companion who was inseparable from him. Both of them were peerless geniuses at the time, and they lived together for hundreds of years.

The ancestor's Taoist companion was extremely talented. Within hundreds of years, he had already become one of the most powerful people in the world. He also crossed the boundary many times and went to the other four realms to challenge the powerful people of the world and hone his own path.

The ancestor was obsessed with refining weapons and became a top weapon refiner known throughout the five regions. She tailored a set of Nine Revolutions Spiritual Weapons for her Taoist partner to help him reach a higher level of combat power.

After defeating cultivators from all five regions, the ancestor's Taoist companion returned to the Northern Region and meditated for ten years to comprehend the great Dao. Then, he transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven in front of everyone in the family.

Just when he was at the most critical and dangerous moment of his tribulation, his former enemies suddenly joined forces to show up.

Since they couldn't defeat the ancestor's Taoist companion, they planned to kill all the ancestors and descendants he cared about most in front of him, so that he would have to watch his beloved relatives die one by one with his own eyes.

These enemies had been planning for a long time, and there were even several cultivators at the peak of the Ninth Realm. Even though the ancestor was a top-notch weapon refiner with countless top-notch spiritual weapons on him, he was still no match for them and was slowly defeated.

For a moment, there were corpses everywhere and people wailing. The enemies laughed wildly and tortured and slaughtered those who wanted to escape.

They were sure that the monk who had practiced Taoism for hundreds of years and had already achieved enlightenment would not give up the immortal position that was about to be obtained to save these mortal monks.

Just when they were about to break through the defense of their ancestors' spiritual weapons, the cultivator who was about to successfully transcend the tribulation and ascend to the immortal world suddenly rushed towards them with a sky full of thunder and lightning.

For a moment, it seemed that even the will of heaven was outraged by his behavior, and the thunder became more and more violent, like a sea of ​​​​calamity filled with murderous intent.

The cultivator resolutely gave up the chance to ascend to immortality that was almost within his grasp, endured the pain of thousands of thunder tribulations, and killed all his enemies.

He protected his ancestors, but he himself died in a thunderstorm.

The ancestor secluded herself for a hundred years and ignored worldly affairs. The family members could only know that she was still alive from the terrifying aura that occasionally emanated from her cave.

One day a hundred years later, the ancestor, whose appearance remained the same but whose hair was now white, came out of seclusion. She endured the tribulation under the watchful eyes of the crowd and even boldly forged weapons in the midst of thunder and lightning.

She used supreme thunder tribulation to temper the spiritual weapon and forged a top-notch spiritual weapon with an extremely terrifying aura.

It was a long and narrow sword that was almost a straight line from the handle to the tip, and its name was Qingchou.

"Green hatred, love hatred, love sorrow..."

Zhu Yingqiu muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

Prince Bailun in the sky frowned slightly. Zhu Yingqiu's voice was too soft and he did not hear clearly what the other party was saying.

Zhu Yingqiu reached out and gently stroked the blade of Qingchou's sword, but the figure of Yin You gradually appeared in his eyes.

If I were the ancestor at that time, and Uncle Yin was a cultivator who was undergoing a tribulation, would I stand there and wait for Uncle Yin to let go of the thunder tribulation, give up the chance to ascend to immortality, or even give up his life to save me?

If in Huacheng back then, my uncle hadn't had Xunmu's help and wasn't able to unleash the strength of the Tenth Realm, and no one could have stopped Yin Xingsheng from transcending the tribulation and ascending, would I have stood up and died to protect my uncle?

in case……

In an instant, countless speculations lingered in Zhu Yingqiu's heart, making her heart beat wildly.

Bang.

It was as if the sound of something breaking was heard in Zhu Yingqiu's heart.

The next moment, Zhu Yingqiu's originally gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, like a sharp and peerless sword that could cut through anything.

I am not as powerful as Elder Yin, nor as likable as Junior Sister Xue, and I cannot be as gentle as Elder Liu. I am not good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting, and I don't understand poetry or songs. My life is filled with spiritual practice and sword training, which is as boring as a pool of stagnant water that has not seen a ripple for thousands of years. Few people, whether in the family or in the sect, will approach me.

But even though I was like this, Uncle Yin could still smile at me without a trace of prejudice. His eyes were as warm as jade, and his tone was gentle and kind, as if carrying an inspiring power.

Every time she looked at him and talked to him, Zhu Yingqiu would feel her heartbeat quicken slightly, with a hint of something strange that puzzled her.

Countless times when she was practicing and training with the sword, Yin You's figure would appear in her mind. Every time this happened, she lost interest in practicing and training with the sword. All her thoughts were on her uncle, wondering what he was doing at that time.

This situation occurred more and more frequently, causing her great distress and confusion. At one point she even thought that something had gone wrong in her practice and that she had developed a demon in her heart.

It was not until the end of his life that Zhu Yingqiu suddenly realized.

"It turns out that I already have something more important than cultivation."

Thinking of this, Zhu Yingqiu's indifferent expression gradually melted, and finally the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile.

"What have you been mumbling about?"

Prince Bailun felt that his patience was almost at its limit: "Life or death, which one do you want to choose!?"

Zhu Yingqiu's fingers scratched the blade, but the blood did not flow onto the ground. Instead, it was absorbed by the blade and seeped into it.

Zhu Yingqiu looked pale but relaxed, murmuring, "Uncle Master, if there is an afterlife, Yingqiu will come to see you again."

The blade was dyed red, and a few wisps of purple lightning flickered slightly. A terrifying aura that was oppressive, heavy, and carried a sense of destruction gradually spread.

Prince Bailun looked at Zhu Yingqiu's strange behavior with a puzzled expression at first, but when he sensed the aura of destruction, his expression suddenly changed:

"Thunder Tribulation!!?"

Chapter 103: Uncle Master?

"You crazy person!!!"

Prince Bailun had no time to think about how Zhu Yingqiu had caused the thunder tribulation. After cursing a few words, he immediately fled far away, trying to distance himself from this madman who was seeking his own death.

Purple lightning kept leaping on the blood-red sword, and even gradually spread to Zhu Yingqiu.

These thunder tribulations emanating from Qingchou's sword seemed to be restrained by Qingchou and did not destroy Zhu Yingqiu's life. If ordinary thunder tribulations had spread to her body, she would have turned into ashes long ago.

But even though the thunder tribulation had subsided somewhat, Zhu Yingqiu still felt immense pain on the part of her body where the thunder tribulation had spread. This extremely severe pain made her face, which had already turned pale due to excessive blood loss, even paler.

At this time, Zhu Yingqiu finally understood why Qingchou was regarded as a spiritual weapon passed down by the family, and why the power of thunder and lightning was sealed in its body.

Zhu Yingqiu endured the pain, forced himself to bear the thunder tribulation, and chased after Prince Bailun with a knife.

As soon as she took off, Zhu Yingqiu discovered that these thunder tribulations seemed to have stimulated her body's potential, making her faster than in her heyday!

Zhu Yingqiu's speed was already very fast, only slightly inferior to that of Prince Bailun. Now with the potential stimulated by the thunder tribulation, his speed has surpassed that of Prince Bailun.

"What kind of madman is this? How dare he trigger a thunder tribulation? He really wants to die!"

On the other side, Prince Bai Lun, who had already fled dozens of miles away, cursed madly inwardly. He now extremely regretted making an enemy with Zhu Yingqiu, and even more regretted bringing people to ambush her this time. Who knew that she was actually a lunatic? If he had known this, he would have stayed away from her.

"We have suffered a huge loss this time. Not only did we not kill anyone, but we also squandered all of the dynasty's savings of thousands of years in the war realm. When I return, I am afraid that I will not be able to keep my position as the crown prince, let alone my cultivation."

Prince Bailun felt extremely bitter in his heart, his ninth-level strength was not gained for nothing, but was gained through the savings that the Bailun Dynasty had secretly accumulated in the war world for thousands of years.

Originally these savings were an extremely important part of the Bailun Dynasty's plan for the War Realm, but now they have been completely wasted by him. It can be said that the Bailun Dynasty has lost the qualifications to compete with the other two dynasties for the War Realm, a heavenly-level secret realm.

And now Prince Bailun has realized that his ninth realm cultivation is constantly declining. This is a sign that the dynasty's savings of thousands of years are about to be consumed by him. Once the savings are exhausted, he will return to the eighth realm.

Prince Bai Lun knew that if he didn't die this time, he would be badly injured, and his position as prince would certainly be lost. His second and fourth brothers and their people had been keeping a close eye on him over the years.

"Once we are out of Futu Valley, we can just leave the war realm and head to the other four realms."

An idea came to Prince Bai Lun's mind. He was not a pedantic person. Since he knew that he would face the wrath of his elders if he returned to the dynasty, he might as well defect from the family and leave the Northern Territory for the other four realms. In the vast five realms, couldn't he, an eighth-level cultivator, walk around freely?

call……

The wind howled.

Prince Bailun turned his head and looked behind him, and suddenly exclaimed:

"You caught up so quickly!?"

From a distance, he saw Zhu Yingqiu flying towards him with a long sword in his hand. Purple lightning was constantly moving all over his body, and his aura was extremely terrifying.

She was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning across the sky, and the distance between them kept shortening.

When Prince Bai Lun knew that Zhu Yingqiu was chasing him, he looked anxious. In order not to be caught up, he ignored the endurance of his meridians, madly squeezed the spiritual energy in his body, and burst out at an even faster speed.

Prince Bailun turned his head again, only to see that Zhu Yingqiu was still hanging behind him, and the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter.

“Damn it! Who is this guy and how could he be able to control thunder tribulations?!” Prince Bailun’s face was distorted.

"Prince Bailun, did you kill Zhu Yingqiu?"

Suddenly, a voice came.

Prince Bailun turned his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from, only to see a cultivator standing there. He was the only cultivator of the Eighth Realm who survived among the five cultivators of the Eighth Realm who surrounded and killed Zhu Yingqiu, except for Prince Bailun.

After the life-and-death battle between Prince Bailun and Zhu Yingqiu broke out, he and other cultivators had already retreated dozens of miles away in order to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the fight between the two.

The eighth-level cultivator happened to be hiding nearby. He had been watching the aftermath of the fight between the two men from afar, but the distance was too far, so he could not see the details of the fight between the two men.

There was no sound of fighting from the place where the two men had fought just now. When he was feeling a little strange, he saw Prince Bailun flying in the air alone, so he asked. The angle he was standing at was very subtle at this time, and he did not see Zhu Yingqiu chasing after Prince Bailun.

"Sulu!"

When Prince Bailun saw the joy on the man's face, he immediately turned around and flew towards him.

The eighth-level cultivator named Sulu saw Prince Bailun flying towards him. Although he felt a little strange, he did not dodge.

"Prince Bailun, did you win?" Sulu asked.

Prince Bai Lun ignored Sulu's words. After flying behind him, Prince Bai Lun suddenly stretched out his palm. The spiritual energy condensed into a giant palm. He grabbed Sulu tightly in his hand, and then threw him towards Zhu Yingqiu who was approaching from behind.

"Prince Bai Lun, what are you doing..."

Sulu was not wary of Prince Bailun. Before he could react, he felt his eyes flash and he flew into the air.

"Wait, what is that!"

Sulu suddenly felt a suppressive and terrifying aura of destruction approaching him. When he turned his head to look in the direction where the aura of destruction came from, he suddenly felt cold all over and shivered.

Zhu Yingqiu was seen holding a long sword in his hand, with thunder and lightning wandering around him. He looked like an immortal who controlled thunder and soon came to his side.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, please spare my life. I am willing to..."

Before Sulu could finish his words, a flash of a knife appeared and he was beheaded by the knife.

Zhu Yingqiu had an indifferent expression and continued to fly without stopping. Her eyes, which had become bloodshot due to the stimulation of the thunder tribulation, stared at the back of Prince Bailun.

She wielded Qingchou, sending out sharp blade auras that carried the destructive aura of thunder and lightning.

Prince Bailun took several steps into the air, but he could not avoid the dense and rapid sword energy. Bloodstains continued to appear on his body, and the destructive aura of the thunder tribulation gathered on the wounds, making his injuries more serious.

His speed gradually decreased as a result.

Zhu Yingqiu seized the opportunity, moved, suddenly appeared behind Prince Bailun, and slashed at him with a knife.

Prince Bailun smelled the breath of death. He seemed to understand that he could not escape, so he turned around and punched out.

puff.

His arm was directly cut off by Qingchou in Zhu Yingqiu's hand.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The intense pain caused Prince Bailun's face to twist.

Zhu Yingqiu did not hesitate at all, and swung his sword again, cutting Prince Bailun in half.

Prince Bailun lost the support of his spiritual energy and began to fall.

Zhu Yingqiu swung his sword several times, and the sword energy was so powerful that not only was Prince Bailun's body but even his soul was completely destroyed.

Zhu Yingqiu landed on the ground.

"puff--"

The blood could no longer be suppressed and gushed out of his throat. Zhu Yingqiu covered his mouth with his hands, but his hands were covered in blood.

She immediately sat down cross-legged, took out a few pills and swallowed them, using her mental skills to stimulate the effects of the pills.

Crackling...

From time to time, there were traces of lightning leaping on her body.

Zhu Yingqiu's situation was very bad at this time. She had been seriously injured while being hunted down by Prince Bailun and others. Her spiritual energy was exhausted and her meridians were ruptured.

Now she was entangled in the thunder tribulation again. The aura of destructive power not only suppressed her recovery from injuries, but also made her suffer the double pain of soul and body.

Zhu Yingqiu also tried to take these thunder tribulations back into the Qingchou blade, but it had no effect. It seemed that these thunder tribulations were not satisfied with returning to the Qingchou blade, but wanted to stay on Zhu Yingqiu.

Zhu Yingqiu knew in her heart that if she hadn't been relying on the Nine-Transformation Pill given by Liu Ningxiang to keep her alive, she would have collapsed long ago.

Even with the elixir keeping her alive, Zhu Yingqiu felt her life force gradually fading, as if she could smell the breath of death.

The vision gradually blurred, and even Yin You's figure appeared.

Zhu Yingqiu no longer had the strength to speak, she could only call out in her heart:

"Uncle Master..."