kingnovel Chapter 589 Zhong Qingli
Chapter 589 Zhong Qingli
Belatedly turning her head, Jiang Liqian stared blankly at the aloof and detached Qingzhi before her, and tears suddenly fell down her cheeks.
She shook her head, then suddenly lost control and lunged forward, abandoning all her dignity and pride, crying and pleading with him: "Master, no, it was my fault, it was your fault, please, please don't lock me up here, Second Senior Brother... Master, I beg you, save Second Senior Brother, it's the demons, the demons have broken in again, Master, you must save him, you are the sect leader, you are the sect leader!"
However, when she lunged forward, she slammed hard into the white barrier that rose up in an instant. The thousands of sword shadows immediately transformed into interlocking chains, trapping her firmly in a small space.
The array marks belonging to the tribulation-crossing powerhouse slowly emerged beneath her feet, and a massive amount of spiritual power surged towards her. She didn't even have a chance to struggle and glance in the direction of Qimingzhai again before she knelt on the ground, supported by her sword, and was slowly frozen into an immobile ice sculpture by the swirling snow.
Only the tears that hadn't yet frozen slid suddenly down her cheeks.
The white light and sword shadows buried this area in the blink of an eye.
Qingzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. His eyes, like a deep, cold pool, suddenly turned to Xiao Xiaomo, who was anxiously trying to break into the sword formation.
His thin lips parted slightly, carrying a command: "Come here."
Xin Xin reacted very slowly at this moment, her face flushed. Because Qing Zhi's inner demon was too tempting and too delicious, she couldn't resist and swallowed it all in one gulp before her little master objected.
day!
As she expected.
Really!
It was so delicious! So delicious that she was like a drunkard, swaying unsteadily, almost unable to fly and drifting away with the wind.
The young master was suddenly in danger and was about to be trapped in the sword formation. The intense emotional turmoil made her consciousness clearer. However, the sword formation was very strange. She, who was originally one with the young master, could not return to the young master's body. It was as if the connection between her and the young master had been abruptly cut off.
Suddenly locked in by an extremely cold aura, her heart trembled. As a demon in her heart, she felt fear from head to toe for the first time.
Her mouth trembled, and she was unable to make a sound several times. Her two little hands gripped the pink, adorned skirt with small pearls and bells tightly. She flew shakily and unsteadily to Qingzhi.
"Master...Master..."
"Shut up!" Qingzhi's eyes suddenly turned cold, his voice filled with undisguised disgust. "You're nothing but a scoundrel who steals and plunders the essence of creation, yet you dare to call me 'Master'?"
Xin Xin's little face immediately drooped, and her watery eyes were filled with a tearful sadness.
"But the young master also calls you 'Master,' and I am a part of the young master. If I don't call you that, then what, what..."
Qingzhi was not one to waste words, and he did not want to argue with a little devil about such things. With a flick of his sleeve, a wisp of white light appeared on his snow-white fingertips, which suddenly pierced into Xinxin's brow and disappeared with a bang three breaths later.
His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes turned even colder: "Are you almost finished?"
Xin Xin's expression changed for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
Her innocent, wide eyes were filled with naivety and innocence: "...I, I don't know..."
Qingzhi's gaze swept over her and landed on the sword formation behind her, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes for a moment.
His eyelashes trembled slightly as he looked back at the inner demon flying in the air: "Has it finished digesting the power it just absorbed from me?"
what?
Ah!
Xin Xin felt a little guilty.
Actually, no. Qingzhi's power was too vast and too powerful. It would take her a very long time to digest it. Fortunately, the young master and Sect Leader Qingzhi had a fierce battle, which consumed too much spiritual power, so she did not fall into a deep sleep due to the overwhelming power.
"me……"
"It seems he won't die from overeating," Qingzhi said coldly. Then, he put two fingers together, and a sword aura flashed from his fingertips, suddenly rushing into Xinxin's body.
Xin Xin's small expression froze, then she stared at Qing Zhi in disbelief: "There's still half left..."
Her voice trailed off mid-sentence as overwhelming drowsiness washed over her. She rubbed her eyes, her voice becoming muffled, yet she stubbornly persisted in asking, "Why did you take the initiative to give me the other half of your inner demons..."
The inner demon is both a calamity and a power. By forcibly devouring the inner demon, she will also take away that power. Generally speaking, when the inner demon is activated, a person will fall into a state of frenzy and instinctively reject anyone who wants to take away their power. But what's wrong with this cultivator in front of her?
He was able to remain calm and let his inner demons flare up, and he could even coldly and cruelly divide his inner demons into two parts for her, just to prevent his little master from having a sudden increase in spiritual power that could damage her body.
And why did she feel that everything she and her young master did was what he wanted, and what he had long anticipated? Had he been waiting for this day all along?
For other cultivators, inner demons are poison, but for him, they are more like a shackle he cannot break free of on his own...
Especially when Xin Xin closed her eyes a crack before falling asleep, and saw the faint golden light emerging from the vermilion mark between the ethereal immortal's brows, this sense of incongruity became even stronger.
With the inner demon dormant and posing no immediate danger, Qingzhi raised her eyes, her icy gaze almost obsessively fixed on the three words that slowly emerged from the golden light.
At this moment, the golden bamboo slip tucked into his sleeve filled the last blank space.
Zhong Qingli.
Junior Sister.
After so many years, he finally dared, was able to, look up at her name again.
Ah, in the end, only she truly understands him; only she is the lock he cannot bear to part with, the lock he cannot break free from.
And this lock remained locked for a long five hundred years.
Night after night, he dreamt of his deceased friend, and day after day, he witnessed his friend's tragic death. This excruciating torment eventually wore down his heart, leaving it utterly devoid of emotion.
He became the aloof, taciturn sword immortal sect leader in the eyes of the world. But who still remembers that he was once a spirited young man, vying with his fellow disciples for superiority and victory?
Who remembers that he once blushed, hesitated, and was finally pushed and shoved by his fellow disciples to open the gate of his beloved's courtyard, holding flowers, stammering for a long time, and even making several mistakes in his sentences, before finally saying "I like you"?
Who still remembers that Sword Peak is not just about snow, but also about the distinct seasons?
Perhaps it was the golden light that pierced through the barrier of the sword formation, allowing the person inside to see the name. The confusion that had been lingering in their mind was resolved, and the sword formation suddenly trembled violently before being ruthlessly suppressed by the powerful sword energy.