Chapter Sixty-Eight: Hundred-Armed Giant Daughter-in-law No. 2
The moment Qing Ji saw the figure of a girl appear, he instinctively thought of her as his hundred-armed giant daughter-in-law. However, after he delivered a friendly strike to the girl, he immediately sensed something was off.
In recent days, he had no idea how many times he had attacked Wang Buliu. With his skill level, he was well aware of the sensations involved when his sword pierced her body.
Even the slightest change could be detected by him through the faintest tremor in the sword’s grip as it pierced flesh.
At this moment, the girl was clearly different from Wang Buliu.
She was particularly hard!
If Wang Buliu was soft and gentle like water, then this girl was as hard as steel.
When he thrust his sword, Qing Ji was immediately jolted, feeling his grip grow numb, his knuckles swollen, and he almost dropped the sword.
Following that, he instinctively withdrew his sword, causing the girl’s body to tilt backward, and he realized something even more troubling.
It seemed he had attacked the wrong person.
This girl was definitely not Wang Buliu!
Qing Ji, “…… Who is this girl? How did she end up here? Where is my daughter-in-law?”
Looking at the girl’s eyes filled with confusion and fear, Qing Ji felt disheveled in the wind…
He was somewhat worried that this unfamiliar girl might not be affected by the special powers of this place and could really d*e like this.
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Huasang never imagined she would end up on this dilapidated rooftop; she should have been in that misty ancient street instead.
She also didn’t expect to be stabbed from behind before she could even take a good look at her surroundings.
What surprised her even more was that immersing her consciousness in the ruler would lead to such danger.
It was akin to how one usually wouldn’t think of life-threatening risks when going home.
Caught completely off guard and with the sword strike coming in an exceptionally clever and tricky manner.
The sword pierced with precision, as if it found a gap in her defenses, penetrating her heart without error.
As she fell backward, she finally saw the face of the assailant.
Huasang, “…… Seems a bit familiar, as if I’ve seen them somewhere?”
A fleeting thought flashed through her mind, and her consciousness began to blur.
In a daze, various sounds surged around her, merging into a cacophony that seemed intent on shattering her mind.
She heard the rhythmic drumming of torrential rain falling on the green tiles from that night, the monotonous repetition, and the heart-pounding thunder.
She heard villagers cursing.
She heard some fellow disciples from Dachunyang Palace gossiping behind her back, filled with disdain as if they were discussing some ominous thing.
She also heard the spirit patterns within her, long suppressed, let out a deafening roar…
It was about to break free. The surge of spirit energy felt like a lit super bomb, with fierce reactions inside, threatening devastation at any moment.
But Huasang couldn’t care less.
Soon, the sounds gradually faded, and only the weakening heartbeat remained in her ears.
Then the heartbeat ceased, leaving only dead silence.
“……”
So this is how d*ath feels?
Actually, is it really just like that?
If only… I could d*e without causing trouble to others. Huasang.
Zhang Hainan once complained about Huasang, “Clearly capable of acquiring stronger abilities, yet scared of d*ath to the point of investing all in defense? Can you have some ambition?”
But in reality, d*ath was not something she feared; what she feared was the night eroding her body after d*ath and harming others.
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Qing Ji was increasingly baffled by the young people of today. Previously, there was Wang Buliu with the Hundred-Armed Giant Power hidden within her, and now a strange girl wielding “venomous” spirit patterns.
What was wrong with these young people? Why would they dare to stuff anything into their bodies?
Qing Ji muttered to himself, recalling the origin of his spirit patterns, and shrugged.
Speaking of which, my spirit patterns were also stuffed in by my masters, weren’t they?
Then there’s no issue!
As Qing Ji thought about this and looked at his hands swollen like elephant legs, feeling the uncontrollable and spreading damp poison, he pondered for a few seconds. Noticing the girl reappearing on the rooftop, he sighed with relief, then glanced at the long sword in his hand.
Whether he was still alive or would not resurrect after d*ath, he certainly wouldn’t choose such a brutal method to eliminate the corrosion on his body.
For now…
It’s better to endure short pain than long pain!
“Pu——!”
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In the midst of profound silence, Huasang felt as if she had been drawn into a massive, dark vortex, not knowing how long she had been tossed back and forth. When all vitality seemed about to extinguish, she saw a red thread.
The red thread appeared to extend from a distant void, hanging down from above, piercing through the dark whirlpool, and merging into her body.
Like a drowning person instinctively grabbing anything within reach, she reached out and grasped the red thread.
In the next moment, a strange power suddenly emerged, supporting her body as she began to rise slowly.
When she opened her eyes again, it was as if she had been rescued from drowning, gasping greedily for air, filling every lung with air, even if that air was filled with dust and a pungent, irritating odor.
Accompanied by her heavy breathing, she could even feel the lingering, sharp pain in her heart and lungs.
“……”
Dead, and then… alive again?
How could this be? This is too strange.
As Huasang was lost in the pain of past memories and the bizarre experience of miraculous revival after d*ath, Qing Ji’s figure “refreshed” in a nearby open space.
She approached, examining the still-unconscious Qing Ji on the ground, and her pupils trembled slightly.
“This is… Elder Qing Ji?”
Without external influence, a person’s appearance, once an adult, is hard to change significantly.
Just now, Huasang thought the person who had backstabbed her looked familiar, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was undoubtedly the younger version of Qing Ji.
Aside from a few strands less white hair at the temples, and a little less bitterness in his features, his appearance had hardly changed.
“……”
But why did Elder Qing Ji want to k*ll me?
Wait!
Huasang suddenly recalled Jujuzi, whom she had encountered today, along with the broken sword that claimed to share the same origin as the ruler, narrowing her eyes.
Could it be…
This is not the Qing Ji I know at all!?
If that’s the case, am I here because the ruler and the broken sword resonated due to their close proximity?
Huasang thought for a moment and gradually understood the current situation.
Looking at the unconscious younger version of Qing Ji on the ground, she suddenly felt that the identity of that Elder Jujuzi became a bit more credible.
At that moment, Qing Ji woke up.
Opening his eyes, the dark red haze-filled sky greeted him, and he momentarily spaced out.
Despite having experienced thousands of deaths here and even dying once, each time he woke up, he felt an emptiness in his heart, as if he had forgotten something important.
But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn’t find any traces within his memories.
Perhaps he would only remember that important matter once the Ling Tai Purification was completely restored.
Seeing Qing Ji awaken, Huasang hurriedly cupped her hands and bowed slightly, “Junior Huasang greets Elder Qing Ji!”
Although she was unclear whether this younger version of Qing Ji had lost his memory and forgotten his name, Huasang still wanted to initiate friendly contact.
It would be best to avoid a fight.
After all, it was already exhausting to be awake. Can’t one have a little peace during “dreams”?
But even if it failed, she had already prepared this time, trusting that even Elder Qing Ji wouldn’t easily find her flaws and break her defenses.
Hearing a voice beside him, Qing Ji was preparing to draw his sword when he reacted, startled at hearing Huasang call his name. He turned and asked in surprise, “How do you know my name?”
It seemed this Elder Qing Ji knew his name? Just how much of his memory remained… Huasang thought and explained, “Elder, I am a disciple of Dachunyang Palace, taught by Qing Xiazi, and I am a disciple of the Black Emperor.”
“Black Emperor? Who?” Qing Ji was taken aback.
“Uh, Zhang Hainan.”
“Oh, Little Zhang! He was indeed thin and dark when he was young, quite suitable for the nickname ‘Black Little Brother.'” Qing Ji said nonchalantly, curling his lips.
Huasang, “……”
Had Elder Qing Ji always been so arrogant?
He didn’t hold the Sect Master in high regard… it seemed the Sect Master icon was not as good as it used to be.
Tsk, the Sect Master wasn’t that great after all!
While Huasang was in silence, Qing Ji came back to his senses, seriously examining Huasang, “Wait, even if you are a disciple of Dachunyang Palace, you shouldn’t be here!”
The Ling Tai Purification should rightfully be in my daughter-in-law’s hands. How did you sneak in? Are you also my daughter-in-law?
Oh right! This Ling Tai Purification can only be controlled by members of the Lu family. Others might be able to communicate with the remnants within it, but they shouldn’t be able to take the ruler away. This girl should be related to my deceased grandson by a matrimonial arrangement or something!
One in the family, one outside; this brat is a bit impressive!
Qing Ji thought, shifting his view on Huasang from “subpar disciple of Zhang Hainan” to “Daughter-in-law No. 2,” gradually finding her more agreeable.
“Elder, here’s how it is…” Huasang clasped her hands and narrated how she encountered the ruler, met another Qing Ji, and how she gained the ruler’s recognition, carrying it with her.
Hearing that there was actually a remnant soul within the ruler, Qing Ji was somewhat surprised, but then thought that remnant soul might hold the memories he couldn’t recall.
Then, as Huasang spoke about her chance meeting with Jujuzi and the resonance between the broken sword and the ruler, Qing Ji was taken aback, unable to help but interrupt her.
“Wait? Don’t talk nonsense! I’ve never taken any disciples, let alone female disciples!”
If Little Yan Zhi knew I dared to take a female disciple, wouldn’t she tear the roof off my house?
No doubt, she really could do it.
“Moreover, the ruler and the broken sword are one entity. Saying anything otherwise is likely an attempt to deceive!”
“So, Elder thinks that fellow is lying to me?” Huasang retorted.
“Of course!” Qing Ji replied decisively, “The Ling Tai Purification was always in the hands of my daughter-in-law, Wang Buliu. Who knows what accident occurred that it ended up in the hands of that imposter!”
“By the way, when you run into that fellow again, remember to snatch the Ling Tai Purification back!”
Although he still felt that Wang Buliu suited him better, if No. 1 was lost, he could only let No. 2 hold the Ling Tai Purification.
Huasang, “???”
Wait, who did Elder Qing Ji say the broken sword belonged to?
Wasn’t Wang Buliu Lu Xibei? How did it become…
What kind of operation is this? Have I stayed on the mountain too long, losing touch with the thoughts of modern youth?
As Huasang thought this, she hesitated whether to share everything she knew with Qing Ji, her expression gradually turning strange…
