strictlysupreme Chapter 465 His hatred was too pure
Chapter 465 His hatred was too pure
From the very first day he arrived in Beiyuchuan, Lian Chuan knew that he was an anomaly among his people.
He was highly talented and had a good temperament. He was praised by his elders and loved by his peers.
But he was an outlier.
He practiced the clan's secret techniques like the other disciples, but when he wielded his sword, he would always think of the basic sword techniques that Ji Jinjin had taught him in the bamboo forest of Jiyuan Peak.
Despite years of diligent cultivation in Beiyuchuan, he always missed the days he spent on Jiyuan Peak.
He could be the genius of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, with his bright moon and gentle breeze, because his aunt wanted to see more of her mother's shadow in him.
Gentle, thoughtful, and kind, just like her mother...
But what about himself?
Lian Chuan licked his lips and looked at the gray-white longsword in his hand.
The sword was found in the senior sister's weapon-forging workshop; it was one of Xue Lan's failed attempts.
It cannot absorb spiritual energy, but it has a high tolerance for malevolent energy.
When Lian Chuan went to Luoxia Mountain, he brought this sword with him.
He himself was a man consumed by hatred.
As early as when the Xuanhuang Sect awakened the Silver Moon Wolf Clan's Ice Spirit Root, he was trapped in the death of his mother, and later he cultivated a fierce aura on the battlefield of Luoxia Mountain.
Hatred propelled him forward, from the lower realm to the upper realm.
He went from being a disciple of Jiyuan Peak of the Xuanhuang Sect to becoming a personal disciple of the Wolf Lord.
The young man slowly raised his hand, and a thick layer of malevolent energy stained the gray-white longsword in his hand. The dark malevolent energy stirred up the surrounding air, shattering all the white frost that had formed beneath his feet.
Lian Chuan felt that Xue Lan knew everything.
The ice-type cultivation technique was presented to him right from the start, and the ice spiritual root was awakened inexplicably in the Xuanhuang Sect.
And there's my aunt who picked me up from home...
Everything impossible in the process of growth is hidden in a thick fog and cannot be explored.
But behind each one stood Xue Lan.
His unreliable senior sister.
His senior sister always bullies him.
His senior sister seemed to have known about his hatred all along, yet she indulged it!
The young man's robes fluttered without wind, and the murderous aura on his gray-white longsword transformed into entwined thorns, carrying a sharp killing intent.
A faint sword light suddenly appeared, completely blending into the surrounding darkness. Ji Ping'an narrowed his eyes slightly.
Only now did he set aside the prestige of the wolf king and carefully observe the enemy before him.
Lian Chuan's voice came from all directions, carrying a chilling aura:
"I don't like the look of your eye, I can gouge it out for you!"
"Zheng!"
The moment the last note faded, the sword tip, carrying a murderous aura, pierced the blood-red eyeball.
A cluster of dazzling sparks exploded like stars, and in the dim light, Ji Ping'an saw Lian Chuan's sharp eyes.
The hatred in his eyes was like a pot of boiling hot tea, the overflowing steam carrying a scorching temperature, as if it would burn him to death.
Love and hate are things that demons like.
I love you deeply and fear losing you.
Those who suffer from bitterness and hatred...
They fear they won't be able to find them all, or kill them all!
So much so that his obsession with it became a demonic obsession.
These two types of people are most susceptible to being corrupted by demonic energy.
But he couldn't do anything about Lian Chuan!
Lian Chuan's hatred was too pure, entirely contained within his murderous intent towards himself, who was a demon.
Even if he became possessed by a demon, his only thought was still to kill demons!
Two sword lights clashed repeatedly in the dark underground cave, pure demonic energy and evil energy intertwined with demonic power locked in a battle, and for a time neither could gain the upper hand!
The blood-red eyes on Ji Ping'an's longsword had turned an even more chilling dark red during the previous exchange, staring straight at Lian Chuan, who wanted to blind it. One of the eyes even revealed an extremely human-like resentment.
Ji Ping'an's expression was somewhat gloomy. Because he was wary of the presence of the Elder Lord, he dared not reveal his true cultivation level. Under Lian Chuan's persistent pestering, his brows were furrowed.
He hesitated to use his full strength, while the person opposite him was a madman unleashing himself in a dark, enclosed cave.
Lian Chuan looked at the wisp of demonic energy tethered to the tip of his sword and spoke coldly:
"Why don't you kill me? Are you too afraid?"
"After all, my master values me highly."
Senior Sister's Rule Number One:
If you can't directly invite an elder who can intimidate you, mentioning their name to intimidate them is also a good idea.
Upon hearing this, Ji Ping'an felt a slight fluctuation in the demonic energy emanating from the young man.
The young man gritted his teeth and spoke:
"They are, after all, disciples of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, a powerful clan."
Don't you have any dignity at all?
Lian Chuan didn't understand what this person was saying.
Putting aside the fact that he doesn't think bringing up his elders here is a loss of face, secondly...
Senior Sister's Rule #2:
The so-called "face" refers to the fear of one's shameful deeds being exposed and affecting the sect's reputation. As long as the enemy dies in the end, face can be preserved.
The soaring murderous aura rushed straight at Ji Ping'an for the third time, and Lian Chuan spoke again:
"If your escape skills are exceptional, you can leave the Northern Region River right under my nose..."
"I will still call him Grandmaster!"
The young man became more and more excited as he spoke, and the murderous aura around him was like a rising flame, gathering at the tip of the sword. The cold sword tip slipped through the gaps in Ji Ping'an's sword moves and accurately pierced the blood-red eyes once again.
Lian Chuan heard a faint cracking sound.
"Ants!"
Ji Ping'an's voice was deep, and a powerful demonic aura suddenly emanated from his body, catching Lian Chuan off guard. He was sent flying like a piece of paper, smashing through several houses of the Snow Weasel Clan before crashing into the ground, creating a huge crater.
Before he could recover his senses from the impact of the demonic energy, another sharp wave of demonic energy attacked him, and Ji Ping'an's eerie longsword reached for Lian Chuan's neck like a ghost.
Lian Chuan saw his left eye, which was bleeding tears.
In an instant, the young man raised his hand, his palm enveloped in demonic energy, and grasped the longsword.
When the tip of the sword was an inch from his neck.
At the same time, the icy blue sword tip, like the only bright star in the night, pierced through Ji Ping'an's heart.
The longsword that Lian Chuan had just tossed aside suddenly flew up and delivered a heavy blow to the arrogant son of the demon god.
Lian Chuan's hand was severed by Ji Ping'an. The broken evil energy was like smoke drifting into the air, slowly dissipating, its shape changing from clear to blurry.
A stream of warm, scalding blood spurted from the wound on the young man's neck, staining Lian Chuan's clothes.
Ji Ping'an no longer cared about killing Lian Chuan. He watched as Lian Chuan covered his wound with half a hand and began to stagger backward.
The moment the icy blue longsword pierced the young man's body, it stirred up all the demonic energy within him, freezing it.
Sharp ice spikes, like thousands of tiny swords, pierced out from the youth's body, tightly gripping the constantly spinning magic core!
The young man looked in horror at Lian Chuan lying in the pit, and the dark gray longsword beside him.
Only at this moment did Ji Ping'an see the death wish hidden beneath Lian Chuan's hatred and murderous aura.
The person who kept saying they were waiting for their elders to save them actually wanted to trade their life for another from the very beginning...
Lian Chuan looked at Ji Ping'an and chuckled hoarsely twice.
With that laugh, blood, too much to be contained by half a hand, flowed out and fell into the soil beneath him.
"Your Highness...please stay here!"