Chapter 583
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Chapter 583: The Girl in Red and Li Ling
“This is how it is. What is there to fear? Even if Yun Lingfeng gains some supreme benefits, he still wouldn’t be a match for Su Yi if he were alive. Su Yi was the top figure among the younger generation of the Divine Sword School, and Yun Lingfeng isn’t his equal.”
Several brave outer disciples whispered among themselves. Though Su Yi was fierce, he had never oppressed them, which made them feel a deep sense of injustice on his behalf.
During his time in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, Su Yi had dominated the inner disciples and even many direct disciples, yet he never raised his hand against the outer disciples.
The setting sun, cloaked in a shroud of clouds, painted the horizon in blood-red hues.
“Hiss, hiss…”
In a quiet courtyard under the shade of towering trees, a Ninth Nether Demon Sneak slithered gracefully, exuding an aura of serpentine elegance.
“That person, though annoying, didn’t deserve to die. I clearly don’t like him, so why does my heart feel so unsettled?”
Mu Yao gazed at the setting sun, her tender red lips murmuring softly, as if seeking solace. Yet, her expression grew grave, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed in concern.
The Ninth Nether Demon Sneak nestled against Mu Yao, seemingly attuned to her emotions. It affectionately rubbed against her, as though trying to offer comfort.
Suddenly, the void trembled faintly, and a figure appeared silently. It was a woman who appeared to be in her fifties yet looked remarkably youthful. Her graceful figure was wrapped in elegant and luxurious attire, and her lustrous black hair was tied into an exquisite, cloud-like bun.
“Whoosh…”
Upon seeing the beautiful woman approach, the Ninth Nether Demon Sneak immediately bowed its head in reverence, not daring to look directly at her.
“Master.”
Mu Yao stood up quickly and ran toward the woman. She asked anxiously, “How is Master doing?”
On the fair face of the beautiful woman, a hint of regret flickered in her bright, enigmatic eyes. Shaking her head gently, she replied, “Divine Sword Valley was personally established by the founder of the Divine Sword School. But now, it has completely collapsed, burying everything within. No one can enter anymore.”
“Master, could it be true that he really…”
Mu Yao’s voice faltered, and her nose tingled as her last glimmer of hope shattered.
“Even if he is still alive, it’s impossible for him to come out again,” the beautiful woman said softly, regret etched into her features. “Such a young lad, meeting such a tragic end. It’s truly unfortunate.”
“If that scoundrel is still alive, maybe I won’t bother him anymore. Although I don’t like him, I don’t want him to die…” Mu Yao murmured, her voice trembling as her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“Old Su seemed to like that boy a lot. If he knew… he would probably feel uneasy in his heart too…”
For a moment, the beautiful woman’s gaze turned distant, and her expression grew pensive.
The lingering glow of the setting sun filled the empty sky.
Gong Qi’s eyes grew distant as a memory of a familiar face with a hint of a smile flickered in her mind.
“Are you fond of me and wish to marry me? But even if you were to marry me, I truly don’t have any Dark Spirit Fruits to give you…”
Those words echoed in Gong Qi’s mind, vivid and unyielding.
“Why am I suddenly thinking about him, even though I despise him so much…”
Gong Qi murmured, her eyes sparkling with a strange brilliance.
The mountains loomed, vast and magnificent.
This sacred land stretched for thousands upon thousands of miles. Between the ink-blue mountain peaks, a light mist began to rise, its soft tendrils painting the emerald tips like brushstrokes in a tranquil landscape, evoking an ethereal fairyland.
“Zoom…!”
Atop one of the mountain peaks, a graceful silhouette dressed in fiery red stood bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. In each hand, she held a gracefully curved blade, their edges gleaming with a sharp light.
With every turn of her wrist, the blades seemed to come alive, tracing arcs of brilliance through the air.
The two curved blades began to dance—slowly at first, then faster and faster, as their gleaming edges cut through the mist.
“Whoooosh…”
As the blades swung, crescent-shaped beams of light sliced through the air, accelerating with increasing intensity. They swept up scattered stones and fallen leaves from the ground, creating a whirlwind-like gust, as though the debris had transformed into a powerful vortex.
The glimmering blades shimmered in the air while the fiery-red figure moved gracefully, reminiscent of a young swallow in flight. The twin blades flickered like lightning, casting radiant crescent beams that seemed to merge seamlessly with the enchanting red silhouette.
The crimson glow of the blades and the fiery-red figure blended together atop the mountaintop, resembling a sea of flames. The woman’s supple waist swayed rhythmically with the dance of the twin blades, as though she were a celestial being enveloped within the radiant aura of the crescent-shaped blades.
After a long while, the gleam of the crescent-shaped blades gradually faded, leaving behind the figure in fiery-red attire. With her hands curved before her as if forming an arc, the elegant silhouette radiated both resolute strength and graceful poise.
This graceful silhouette belonged to a young girl of about sixteen or seventeen. Her complexion was as fair as snow, her beauty unparalleled, radiating exceptional charm.
As she gazed at the blood-red sunset, her radiant face seemed to glow with brilliance, though it carried a quiet sense of contemplation.
“Martial Sister Ruoxi’s strength is becoming more and more terrifying!”
A voice rang out as another young girl, also around sixteen or seventeen, appeared on the mountain.
“Elder Sister Li Ling.”
The woman in the red robe turned her head and smiled faintly, her demeanor calm and composed, as though she had anticipated someone’s arrival long ago.
“I just finished my closed-door cultivation and thought I’d come to see you.”
The newcomer’s lips were as rosy as sakura petals, her brows as delicate as an ink painting. She appeared only slightly younger than the woman in the red robe, perhaps just a year or two apart.
If Su Yi were present, he would have recognized her instantly. This girl was none other than Li Ling, who had once visited Man City and hailed from Sacred Mountain. They had crossed paths before.
“It seems Elder Sister Li Ling has made significant progress once again,” the young girl in the red robe remarked with a graceful smile. Her bright eyes sparkled like stars, clear and pure. Beneath her red robe, her curves were delicate and elegant, her figure alluring. The fiery-red robe emitted a subtle aura of heat, while her demeanor was as solitary as a winter plum, exuding dignified elegance.
Her beauty was distinct from Li Ling’s. While Li Ling’s charm could effortlessly draw lingering gazes from men, the beauty of the girl in the red robe carried a different allure. It possessed a hint of enchantment yet remained devoid of overt seduction. It was a kind of beauty that made men hesitate to approach, while simultaneously stirring envy in women.
“I may have made some progress, but I can’t compare to you. My dear, you’re simply extraordinary,” Li Ling replied with a soft smile, gazing at the girl in the red robe. However, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face, as though she was unsure whether to speak her mind.
“Did Senior Sister come for something specific?”
Sensing Li Ling’s hesitation, the girl in the red robe maintained her graceful demeanor, her smile gentle yet captivating. Her eyes curved like crescent moons, and with that smile, her elegance seemed to overflow. Every subtle expression on her face radiated an aura of noble refinement, akin to a rare and delicate tulip in full bloom.
As the evening sun sank lower, the girl in the red robe appeared to be enveloped in a layer of crimson light, like a delicate mist. The scene around her became enchanting and surreal. She stood like a vibrant and rare blossom, radiating beauty beyond compare.
“I just emerged from my confinement and received some news. I’m not sure if I should tell you…”
Li Ling hesitated, her smile faint yet kind. Her temperament differed from that of the girl in the red robe, yet it was equally captivating. Given a couple more years, Li Ling might transform into a peerless beauty, her allure transcendent and enchanting beyond words.
“What news could leave Senior Sister so hesitant?”
The girl in the red robe tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her bright eyes. Whatever news had left Li Ling so conflicted must surely be something extraordinary.
