Chapter 1110: Chapter 1109: Be a Cow or a Horse in the Next Life_1
"Ling’er!"
Somehow, Shi Xiaole’s sense made him turn his gaze toward another part of the void. There were no clouds in sight over that immense distance, which was occasionally disrupted by the reverberations of the battle between the three major factions, leaving not even a speck of dust.
But the pulsating Demon Bone within him made Shi Xiaole certain that Ling’er was approaching.
Ignoring the danger, Shi Xiaole leaped into the air and plunged through the reverberations left by the six Forbidden Martial Emperors. Barely a kilometer flew by before his head spun and his vision blurred, and the loud exclamation of Ling Jingsi resounded from behind.
"Child, come back!"
Ling Jingsi’s eyes bulged, unable to comprehend why Shi Xiaole was acting so recklessly.
But his current strength was far inferior to Shi Xiaole’s. He had just left the Endless Plains when a reverberation knocked him back, a mouthful of blood reaching his throat, which he painfully swallowed.
When he looked up again, Shi Xiaole’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
Very few people had noticed Shi Xiaole’s movements at that moment; however, Wudao Xuan was one of them.
"Young Master, that kid must have a death wish. What is he doing?" said a woman with a harsh, cold sneer. It turned out to be one of Wudao Xuan’s two major protectors, the Wind Thunder Blade Queen.
Back in Mist Rain Town, the Wind Thunder Blade Queen had repeatedly slandered Shi Xiaole, but he had always answered her with concrete actions, slapping her face on the spot, causing her to harbor a grudge.
Even after Shi Xiaole single-handedly caused the large-scale massacres at the Daxia Imperial City and Nine Heavens Mountain, gaining recognition as the number one martial arts genius, the Wind Thunder Blade Queen’s envy was unspoken.
Thus, when the Fiery Flame Child Emperor appeared and slightly revealed ambitions to replace Shi Xiaole, the Wind Thunder Blade Queen began badmouthing Shi Xiaole everywhere. Unfortunately for her, things went contrary to her wishes again, driving her to extreme irritation.
She would have been pleased if Shi Xiaole died in the aftermath of the great battle.
The imposing old man in front of Wudao Xuan frowned, his voice filled with confusion, "What on earth does this boy intend to do?"
The old man had a stern face, especially his thick black eyebrows that stood upside down. When furrowed, they emitted a distinctly severe impression. He was none other than Wudao Xuan’s master, Emperor Yan, ranked sixty-second on the Emperor List.
Hearing this, Wudao Xuan shook his head.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the Selfless Sacred Bone within him felt somewhat abnormal, as if a kindred power was drawing near. Could it have anything to do with Shi Xiaole’s actions?
Relying on a mental strength surpassing the Void Origin Realm, Shi Xiaole zigzagged through the reverberations. In the blink of an eye, he managed to escape the perilous situation but also suffered internal injuries.
But he had no time to recuperate. With a surge forward, he covered thousands of miles in an instant, soon spotting a black eagle with nearly broken wings, still struggling to fly in his direction.
On the back of the black eagle was Ling’er, her hair braided into goat horns, her clear and pretty doll-like face tense with nervousness. She was pulling at the black eagle while crying and shouting forcefully, only to be blown directly out of the clouds by a strong gust of wind, along with the black eagle.
Whoosh!
Gently, Shi Xiaole reached out and caught Ling’er while the injured black eagle was also stabilized by his energy’s support.
"Brother Shi, I saw... Grandfather, I, I want to... go there, take me... quickly!"
Ling’er pleaded amidst her sobs, her large eyes swollen severely.
Shi Xiaole sighed inwardly, his hand gently stroking the top of Ling’er’s head as he coaxed, "It’s very dangerous there. Rushing over could result in injury, and that would distract Grandfather."
"I, I just want... Grandfather, Grandfather."
Ling’er cried inconsolably.
This little girl was always so cheerful and naive, even her anger was playful. Shi Xiaole was seeing, for the first time in her bright, spirited eyes, the darkness that belonged to this tainted world, causing a pang in his heart.
Ling’er shouldn’t have to endure all this!
Shi Xiaole reached out to comfort her, although it was cruel, he was more afraid that Ling’er would be haunted by indelible shadows for the rest of her life after witnessing the whole process.
But Shi Xiaole quickly realized, to his shock, that Ling’er hadn’t fainted, and a silver-white power seemed to emanate from deep within her own body, blocking his efforts.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, Ling’er let out a piercing scream, her arms flung wide, as if lunging forward. Shi Xiaole turned his gaze towards the battle and his heart skipped a beat.
It was Beigong Jue who had bitten through the throat of the Western Region Martial Emperor, devouring his flesh and blood, but not before the Western Region Martial Emperor, in his last moments of strength, had crushed most of Beigong Jue’s head.
It wasn’t just Ling’er who felt a chill at this scene; even Shi Xiaole was horrified.
The Daxia Martial Emperor and the figure in red also stopped their battle, standing frozen in place.
The original intention of the Daxia Martial Emperor was merely to have Beigong Jue and his opponent wear each other down, making them easier to control. He hadn’t expected a moment’s carelessness to lead to this extent.
It was mainly due to the overwhelming strength of the figure in red that he had hardly dared to be distracted, thus missing the chance to intervene.
"This is your doing!"
The aura around the figure in red roiled violently, obviously enraged to the extreme.
The Western Region Martial Emperor was an important figure in the Red Lotus Hall of the Six Lotus Sect. It was believed that by simply taking advantage of the situation and injuring the Martial Emperor and the master of the Ghost Carriage, the matter would be settled. No one expected such a twist to occur.
If they had known this would happen, they should have brought more experts. Of course, as the Six Lotus Sect was in hiding, the convergence of the auras of many experts could have been detected early, making things even worse.
The figure in red ignored the Western Region Martial Emperor, and with a furious roar, charged at the Daxia Martial Emperor with his blood spear.
"All of you, die."
Flying Crane at that moment still bore an impassive expression, but within that impassiveness, there was an unfamiliar, eerie chill. The peaceful aura of the white cranes circling him was gone, and in its place was an aura of slaughter and malevolence.
The first to sense this chilling aura, the West Sea Martial Emperor felt a suppression in his chest. But remembering his mentor who had died in frustration, he became fearless, his voice cold, "It might not be me who dies."
An even more tragic battle ensued.
Beigong Jue, looking across the distance at Flying Crane, his loyal and close friend, managed a smile. To have such a friend in life, he had no regrets in death. His only regret was that he no longer had the strength to drink and converse with him one last time.
The blood of that night, the hatred, once again filled Beigong Jue’s heart. In a daze, he saw the familiar faces of family and friends from days past, beckoning to him.
"Father is useless, unable to slay all the enemies with his own hands, but I have done my best! I have reached my limit in this life. If I don’t seize this opportunity, I fear I won’t even be able to kill Zhu Nanzhi, hahaha..."
Tears fell one by one, and suddenly, Beigong Jue heard the most familiar and enchanting voice in his ear.
"Grandfather!"
There was Ling’er, the one he had sworn to take care of for life, appearing before him. His reason told him it was an illusion, but Ling’er’s touch felt so real.
She disregarded her own revulsion at that moment and threw herself into his embrace as if it was the safest haven in the world.
"Grandfather, please... don’t be in trouble. Ling’er needs you, I beg you, I beg you, don’t be in trouble..."
Ling’er clung desperately to Beigong Jue’s battered body, as if by doing so, she could keep her grandfather by her side forever, never to be separated again.
Beigong Jue’s vengeful fire was suddenly replaced by regret, hating that he couldn’t stay with this lovely sprite, leaving her alone to suffer in the world.
Having killed the Western Region Martial Emperor, he had become the enemy of all the martial artists in the Western Region, and with the mysterious and unpredictable Six Lotus Sect lurking behind him, how was Ling’er to fend for herself?
Such a fragile girl, because of her relationship with him, would probably not even be able to make it out of the Endless Risky Peak!
In his narrowing field of vision, Beigong Jue saw a figure in a green shirt in the distance. He didn’t even have the strength to send a message through his qi and gritted his teeth, using the last of his energy to shout, "Young man, take Ling’er and leave. In the next life, I will be your ox and horse to repay you!"
