strictlysupreme Chapter 109 The Fairy's Approach Stops the War, the Madman's Obsession Continues the Battl
Chapter 109 The Fairy's Approach Stops the War, the Madman's Obsession Continues the Battl
A woman slowly emerged from the dazzling white light. Her figure was as light and graceful as a fairy, her clothes fluttering, as if a celestial maiden had descended to earth in flowing robes.
Her white fairy robes fluttered in the wind, her long, glossy black hair cascading down to her waist, the strands smooth and shiny, shimmering softly in the sunlight. A jewel-encrusted ribbon bound her hair, creating a dreamlike, ethereal effect that perfectly complemented her气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament), leaving everyone mesmerized.
The hair ornament on her head, exclusively for inner disciples of the Tianyan Sect, shone brightly in the sunlight. The exquisite and delicate patterns on the ornament revealed her noble and extraordinary status.
Her expression was solemn, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, like a ripple on a deep pool. Though as light as a feather, it had a heart-stirring power, as if it could see through the suffering of the world.
She was beautiful, with a perky bottom and long legs—that was Han Yi's first impression of her.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice clear and authoritative, like the murmuring of an ancient mountain spring. Every word was resounding, striking Han Yi and the other person's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"Gentlemen, please stop fighting!"
A pair of alluring eyes swept over the two of them, revealing an undeniable authority; that gaze was so tangible, it seemed to pierce through their souls.
Zhao Wuji's face was contorted with rage, his eyes filled with a mixture of madness and hatred.
"Fairy Su, this little bastard has an irreconcilable hatred for me. Today, I will make him pay for his debt in blood! Please do not interfere!"
His face was contorted with rage, veins bulging on his forehead, and he glared at Han Yi with eyes wide with fury. His white hair flew wildly and haphazardly in the wind.
He had completely descended into madness, like a wild beast that had lost its mind, his eyes bloodshot as if trying to devour his reason.
Upon hearing this, Su Yao frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes. Her gaze was piercing, and her spiritual energy surged around her like a river, its momentum overwhelming and powerful.
“Zhao Wuji, as a cultivator from the Hua Kingdom, you should know the consequences of fighting here. If you continue fighting, you will surely incur the displeasure of those guys in the Nether Abyss Forest. If you really anger them and start another war, it will surely cause great suffering. Can you bear this enormous disaster?”
Her words were like a biting wind, echoing in the air and sending chills down one's spine.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Yi sat cross-legged to recover his spiritual energy. He didn't care about the suffering of the people; given the chance, he would definitely kill that old dog opposite him.
The sixth man was secretly thinking to himself: This Fairy Su has a good figure and is beautiful. It wouldn't be bad to bring her back to the Prince's mansion as a concubine. However, this woman is clearly no ordinary person. He shouldn't act rashly. He should first recover his spiritual power and then find a way to quickly improve his strength. Once he becomes stronger, he will take this woman home and keep her in Qiushuifang.
Zhao Wuji glared at the woman, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force. Those white knuckles were like withered branches covered with snow in winter, seemingly fragile, yet containing immense power.
“Su Yao, you are nothing but a child who has cultivated for a hundred years in front of me. Stop pretending to be kind and righteous in front of this old man. It’s not your grandson who died, so of course you don’t care.”
His voice was hoarse with anger, and every word was filled with deep-seated hatred.
"She's over a hundred years old? She's really well-preserved! A woman three years older than a man is like a gold brick, thirty years older is like a kingdom, and being older means she'll know how to take care of you! I hope old man Han Yunfan won't mind." Han Yi thought to himself upon hearing this.
Seeing that Zhao Wuji wouldn't listen to her advice, Su Yao's eyes turned cold, her gaze like that of a thousand-year-old glacier, radiating a bone-chilling cold. Her voice was as sharp as a cold wind, seemingly capable of freezing the surrounding air into ice.
"You insist on taking action?"
"Enough with the nonsense!" Zhao Wuji roared, his body trembling slightly, revealing that his anger had reached its peak and he was almost out of control.
“This man has committed many evil deeds and killed my grandson. I have a deep-seated hatred for him. Today, it is either him or me who dies.”
Zhao Wuji said through gritted teeth, each word filled with deep-seated hatred. His expression became increasingly ferocious with anger, his facial muscles contorted.
Upon hearing this, Su Yao's eyes grew even colder.
“Zhao Wuji, your grandson is no saint either. I advise you not to continue your stubbornness. This is the Netherworld Forest, not your Flying Cloud Sect. You know perfectly well what the consequences will be if you continue to fight. If you trust me, stop for now, and I, on behalf of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, will give you both a fair judgment.”
Her voice, though calm as still water, contained an undeniable authority.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the Netherworld Forest.
"Fairness? Hmph! In the cultivation world, strength is the only fair thing! Su Yao, don't think that just because you are the number one inner disciple of the Tianyan Sect, I will be afraid of you."
His eyes flashed with a defiant light, like two incredibly sharp daggers aimed directly at Su Yao. The Lingkong Sword in his hand trembled slightly, its blade humming, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on its surface grew increasingly intense, radiating a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.
Su Yao's expression was cold and stern, and an incomparably powerful aura emanated from her. The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and the birds that were flying through the forest were frozen in mid-air, as if they had been subjected to a spell.
The bird's wings remained flapping, its feathers shimmering with iridescent light in the sunlight, yet it could no longer move an inch. Everything within a hundred feet seemed to have been put on pause.
Su Yao spoke again with a serious expression.
"If you remain obstinate and stubborn, don't blame me for being impolite. I will not allow anyone to disrupt the peace of Hua Kingdom for their own selfish reasons."
At this moment, she was like a war goddess descending, sacred and inviolable. Her aura pressed down on Zhao Wuji, making it hard for him to breathe. He felt as if he were being pressed down by a towering mountain, making every breath extremely difficult, and even moving a finger required all his strength.
Although Zhao Wuji was wary of Su Yao's imposing presence, hatred had clouded his judgment. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared through gritted teeth.
"Su Yao, don't try to scare me! Today I'm going to settle things with this little thief!"
Having said that, he ignored Su Yao's warning and forcibly gathered the little spiritual power he had left. The spiritual power surged out like a flood bursting its banks, forming a powerful spiritual storm around his body. The spiritual power in the storm was like blades whistling, preparing to launch another attack on Han Yi.
His body trembled slightly from the burst of spiritual power, and his face showed a resolute expression, as if he had already disregarded life and death.
Han Yi kept his eyes closed, calm and composed. A faint smile appeared on his lips, tinged with smugness, as if everything was under his control. I don't believe that this Fairy Su's saintly heart can hurt him.
Upon seeing this, Su Yao's eyes flashed with a cold light, which was like a tangible ice arrow, as if it wanted to freeze everything in front of her.