Chapter 15 Part 2
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Chapter 15: Yunshan in Yingzhou, a Ten Year Appointment! (2)
“I can do it too!”
While the Elder of the Sword Washing Pavilion threatened Ju Buyi, Bai Lian contacted An Lan and Yan Yue. She had intended to contact only Yan Yue, who possessed many long-distance transmission scrolls and could arrive instantly upon receiving news. But An Lan was her Shifu, so protocol demanded she contact her master first, then Yan Yue.
This was reasonable.
All Bai Lian needed now was to delay. Once Yan Yue and the Blood Tree Patriarch arrived, they could easily tear this Elder apart.
But something unexpected happened – as the Elder glared at her fiercely, red flowers suddenly materialized in the space around her.
Thousands of Flowers!
Bai Lian’s eyes widened in surprise. “Master!” she exclaimed as a graceful figure emerged from the charming flower sphere.
An Lan had arrived even faster than Yan Yue, with no trace of spatial fluctuation.
“How did you come so soon?”
An Lan didn’t answer. She would never reveal that she’d left a flower within Bai Lian’s body – one that allowed her avatar to emerge wherever Bai Lian existed in this world. She had used “Thousands of Flowers” merely to conceal that single bloom’s existence, knowing how observant her disciple was.
“Stand here. I’ll show you what it means to stand for others!” An Lan strode past Bai Lian.
Bai Lian could only stare in silence.
“An Lan, leader of the Qiongming Peak of the Duxian sect!” someone exclaimed in recognition.
Gu Quan rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The situation had indeed reversed again!
The Elder of the Sword Washing Pavilion recognized An Lan, his expression souring. Yet he remained unworried – he was here in soul form, while An Lan was merely a projection. He had no reason to fear her.
“An Lan, your disciples—”
“Did you say you wanted to kill my disciple?” An Lan, fairy-like in her goose-yellow dress, rudely interrupted.
The Elder frowned. “One life for—” A cold white light pierced his shoulder blade before he could finish.
“Because my real body isn’t here, you think you needn’t worry?” An Lan sneered.
The Elder gritted his teeth, unable to counter. Worse, the force carried the attribute of “Annihilation” – the hole in his shoulder would never heal.
“An Lan, I’m the Elder of the Sword Washing Pavilion!” he snarled.
“Hum! The Sword Washing Pavilion? Never heard of it.” An Lan’s displeasure was evident.
The Elder felt as if he’d plunged into an ice cave at that simple “Hum.”
“Are you worthy to speak my name?” An Lan’s invisible attack struck like lightning, causing Bing Yi’s body to collapse from top to bottom.
“AHHH!” The old man’s soul burned as his scream pierced the sky.
Taoist Lingye and the others watched in silence, their mouths twitching.
“Elder Martial Sister…” Xiao Jinse grabbed Bai Lian’s arm, trembling. At the Lantern Festival, Shifu had seemed so shy, following Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian like a timid neighbor. Now she witnessed her Shifu’s true terrifying nature, her face the very picture of invincibility.
Bai Lian’s head ached. When would her troublemaking Shifu abandon this awkward personality?
“Shifu, please wait a moment!” Bai Lian stepped forward.
An Lan waved her hand, halting the spirit fire consuming the Elder. She turned, her voice suddenly gentle. “What’s wrong?”
“I have something to say to him.”
After a moment’s silence, An Lan stepped aside. “Go ahead.”
Bai Lian approached the Elder. Fortunately, An Lan had only meant to torture him – otherwise, his soul would have been annihilated.
“In ten years, I will take my younger Martial Sister to Yunshan Mountain to settle this relationship with the Sword Washing Pavilion!”
This Elder didn’t need to die – couldn’t die. He needed to deliver this message.
Bai Lian felt confident. In ten years, the Holy Spirit Goddess would emerge and sweep through all the sects of Yunshan Mountain in Yingzhou. Even if her Second Younger Martial Sister wasn’t strong enough then, she would handle it herself. Ten years would give her plenty of time to gain the necessary skill points.
Xiao Jinse trembled with anticipation. Her Elder Martial Sister’s confidence became her own.
“In ten years, I will show the Sword Washing Pavilion my growth!”
“You…” The Elder seethed with fury. A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator daring to challenge him, a Transparency Stage master?
As he moved to attack, An Lan’s calm voice stopped him. “Move, and I’ll erase the Sword Washing Pavilion from existence.”
The Elder froze. In that moment of hesitation, An Lan waved her hand. The spirit fire returned, reducing the Elder’s soul fragment and Bing Yi’s remains to ash in an instant.
An Lan admired her handiwork with satisfaction. “I’ll go first.”
Before Bai Lian could speak further, her master’s avatar vanished with the falling red flowers.
Bai Lian pursed her lips. Why did it feel like her master was running away?
She turned to Ju Buyi. “Where will you go now?”
He couldn’t return to the Sword Washing Pavilion.
Ju Buyi smiled. “From nothing I came, to nothing I’ll return.”
He walked out of the city, his eyes serene, seeking a beautiful valley for his final rest. He continued until he disappeared into an otherworldly mist.
Thousands of miles away, in a deep valley, An Lan gently wiped blood from her mouth. Her cultivation had fallen too far – once, she could have erased that Elder with a mere glance.
Yet today’s An Lan remained surprisingly calm. She felt no sadness at being trapped in this small world.
She was at peace.
Even the mosquitoes buzzing before her caused no irritation.
The spring scenery was beautiful!
