Suddenly, the view opened up before him, and the blazing sunlight shone on him, but the scenery before him made Qin Moyu feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The place where I grew up is now just a ruin after being burned down.
The Qingyun Sect's signboard lay on the ground, as if it had been broken and trampled into the mud; the grape trellis that the master and his master had worked together to erect drooped helplessly to the ground; the dilapidated fence made a teeth-grinding sound in the wind, like someone wailing in sorrow.
Qin Moyu's home, where she had lived since childhood, was gone.
Chapter Thirty: The Tragedy of Growth
What kind of enemy can instill despair?
Master Xuanjing spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He was disheveled and panting heavily, but his eyes were fixed on the man in the blue robe in front of him.
The man in the blue robe looked at his torn sleeve and found it quite amusing. He even praised Xuanjing Zhenren, saying, "As expected of someone known as the number one person below the Tribulation Transcending Realm, you actually managed to break through my defenses. You do have some strength. If you weren't obligated to die, I would have even considered taking you as my disciple."
Upon hearing this, Master Xuanjing gave a self-deprecating twitch, his eyes filled with resentment.
Despair is when you fight with all your might and all you can do is tear the opponent's clothes, leaving them powerless to fight back.
"Why bother with these hypocritical words? If you want to kill me, then kill me. Even if you want to, I wouldn't deign to become your disciple." Master Xuanjing sneered, swallowing the blood that surged in his throat. With a loud shout, he charged towards the man in blue with a death wish.
Even if it's like a moth drawn to a flame, he would rather die standing than live on his knees!
Master Xuanjing mobilized all his spiritual energy, even sacrificing his lifespan to unleash his final spell—the once clear sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered overhead, thunder rumbled faintly, and silver light flickered in and out of existence, all for the purpose of dealing with a single enemy.
—An enemy that Xuanjing Zhenren is destined to lose.
"To actually attract a lightning tribulation, your talent is indeed very high. Given time, you might even surpass me." The man in the blue robe looked at the tribulation clouds and exclaimed in admiration, his tone revealing undisguised regret.
Master Xuanjing knew that ordinary spells were just a tickle to him, so he chose to take a gamble and summon a lightning tribulation, which might even hurt him.
It's just a pity...
The lightning tribulation struck down with a deafening roar as Xuanjing Zhenren rushed in front of the man in green. The terrifying pressure turned the courtyard into ruins, and even the sign hanging at the door was swept into the air and broke in two before falling heavily to the ground.
"Actually, I quite value talent." The man in the blue robe muttered to himself, then tossed something into the air—
The massive formation suddenly unfolded, transforming into an indestructible shield that blocked all the tribulation clouds. Xuanjing Zhenren's attack was only half a foot away from him, unable to advance even half a step further.
—He's not afraid of the lightning tribulation at all.
"puff--"
The sound of something piercing through my body was so clear.
Xuanjing Zhenren finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked down and saw a hand piercing through his own body.
The next second, Master Xuanjing was thrown aside by the man in green robes like a piece of trash, and landed heavily on the ground.
The man in the blue robe looked curiously at the still-warm blood dripping from his hand, then exclaimed with sudden realization, "So even the blood of a genius is red."
"Thank you for telling me."
The man in the blue robe walked slowly to the side of the Xuanjing Zhenren, whose life or death was unknown. He was smiling, but the kick he gave Xuanjing Zhenren was incredibly vicious.
Master Xuanjing let out a muffled groan, his clothes stained with blood, turning them mottled and red.
"But what I hate most is geniuses."
"So, please go die."
...
"Bang!"
It is the loud sound of a body hitting a hard object.
"Senior brother!" Li Zhishan exclaimed and ran over like the wind.
Li Zhishan's voice brought Du Xuanqing back to his senses. Only then did he realize that he had accidentally lost control of his strength and had actually knocked Gu Jia away. He hurriedly ran over to check on Gu Jia.
Gu Jia lay in the rubble he had knocked out of, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes closed and his face pale; he appeared to have fainted.
Li Zhishan's heart tightened, and he quickly grabbed Gu Jia's hand to examine it carefully. He found that although the injury was serious, fortunately, it had not caused any irreversible damage.
Xuanqing quickly gave Gu Jia some pills, and after a while, Gu Jia's breathing became much more stable.
"Sect Master, although it was Senior Brother who volunteered for the training, you can't be so ruthless!" Li Zhishan felt heartbroken seeing Gu Jia's condition, and even angrily rebuked Xuan Qing, but he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.
Even if Xuan Qing is wrong, he is not someone a junior can scold at will.
"Sect Master... I... I didn't mean that..." Li Zhishan hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
Xuan Qing waved his hand, ignoring Li Zhishan's offense. Instead, he angrily pounded his head, feeling a growing sense of unease. He instructed Li Zhishan to take good care of Gu Jia before leaving in a hurry.
He hadn't gone far when he saw the elders all coming to find him, presumably because they had sensed something.
The group exchanged glances, realizing that something terrible had happened.
Xuanqing's mind inexplicably conjured up the face of Master Xuanjing, and he couldn't help but frown with worry.
Uncle-Master...
...
Qin Moyu couldn't believe that the ruins in front of him were the courtyard he knew. His feet felt like they were filled with lead, and every step he took was extremely heavy. He stumbled toward the courtyard, and the closer he got, the more rapid his breathing became. The smell of burning in the air was extremely pungent.