Chapter 1608: Chapter 1588: The Strange Old Man with a Massive Nosebleed
"What did he do to Sister Shiqi!" Woon Xin immediately jumped up, her face full of anger, "I will definitely kill him!"
"Calm down, sit down, eat!" He Wenyu reached out and pulled Woon Xin, stuffing a plate of snacks into her hand, then looked at Luo Qianqian, "Did he offend you?"
"Get lost!" Luo Qianqian immediately felt a wave of frustration, could they not joke about such things in front of Mo?
"However, I always felt he was a bit unusual... Plus, he paid us no less than what we extorted from those four people, which makes me uneasy," Luo Qianqian said with a slight frown.
"Money doesn’t mean much to us, he just doesn’t care. Besides, if you want it, I have plenty too," Mo said calmly, as if he didn’t care at all about what He Wenyu had said earlier.
"...Alright, so he has the Fire and Thunder Dual Systems?" Luo Qianqian shrugged. Their Nine Heavens Pavilion’s pursuits seemed so lowly in the eyes of others, so should they start making some sort of nourishing meals for cultivators in the future and only charge heavenly materials and earthly treasures? Maybe it could work?
She should look into it later... After all, the Nine Heavens Pavilion had no time to consider such things at the moment.
"Is that what he said?" Woon Xin was stunned, then she nodded, "However... he only obtained the Thunder Series later."
"Huh?" Luo Qianqian looked completely shocked, was it possible to obtain such a thing later?
"The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Art is an attribute of our Woon Family. They... extracted my father’s spirit root," Woon Xin said with a bitter face. If it weren’t for that, her mother wouldn’t have left, and her brother wouldn’t have, upon learning the truth, made a confrontation agreement with that person and invited others to witness it.
The Woon Family was decimated after that battle, leaving her as the only survivor, and the Purple Cloud Peak of the Ten Thousand Sect became deserted year-round because of it. Even though the whole sect cherished Woon Xin dearly, it couldn’t change what had already happened.
And that Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Art was thus broken off from being passed down. Without the Thunder Attribute, one couldn’t cultivate it, even though the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword remains there, dominating the top of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain year-round. The sword art remains in the top floor of the Book Pavilion, now covered in dust. But apart from her, indeed no one else could master it. Despite the lineage, no one forced her to do anything, and no one said she must pass it down.
But from today on, she will shoulder the responsibility of Purple Cloud Peak and take up the duty of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword.
She will wield her father’s sword, her brother’s sword, her family’s sword to avenge the enemies! To cut them into pieces and burn their remains in a thunderous offering to her departed loved ones!
"So... could he possibly target your Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Art?" Luo Qianqian suddenly realized this problem, her face filled with worry.
"It’s inevitable. The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Art, even the senior brother back then only cultivated to the Third Layer, and the Third Layer alone was enough to rival Shui Yuntian without any divine beast assistance. Back then, the master uncle had already reached the Sixth Layer. Aside from the great talent who left behind the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Art, the master uncle was the fastest and most accomplished cultivator in the history of our Ten Thousand Sect. Had it not been for underhanded means, how could they have snatched the spirit root from our sect’s strongest master uncle?" Bai Jian sneered, his pride swelling up.
"Wait, can a spirit root even be snatched?" Luo Qianqian was full of doubt.
"Ordinarily, of course not, but if it is a rare Divine Thunder Spiritual Root like that of the master uncle, then that’s another story," Bai Jian chuckled bitterly, shaking his head, "Even I don’t know the exact details of this matter."
"Using divine power to lock its soul, severing its spirit, locking the spirit root with its three souls and seven spirits, and then using divine thunder to cleanse the body within fifteen minutes, there is a chance of success," Woon Xin said calmly, a hint of madness on her face, "So even though my father’s accident is buried atop Purple Cloud Peak, his soul still resides with that person!"
"..." Luo Qianqian was left speechless, how could there be something so insane?
"My mother couldn’t take it, so after burying my father, she went with him. My brother and I personally buried our mother beside our father," Woon Xin’s expression was extremely calm. Faced with Luo Qianqian’s worried gaze, she smiled calmly, "It’s been a long time. I’ve gotten used to it, so don’t worry about me."
What kind of experiences must one have gone through to say such a thing?
After a moment of silence, Luo Qianqian nodded and refrained from offering comfort.
"Moreover, Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is not a place beauties venture out to at night—it requires the simultaneous unlocking of restrictions by our sect’s seven elders to access. They can only venture with excitement and leave in disappointment," Woon Xin smiled calmly, "As for the sword art? As our sect’s most mysterious sword art, it’s naturally not something ordinary people can access. Even if they get it, they can’t understand it."
"As long as you can protect it, be careful," Luo Qianqian sighed deeply after a long silence.
That Shui Yuntian, although always smiling, never gave her the impression of being a simple person.
How could she not be vigilant?
After having some snacks, Luo Qianqian packed some food for Woon Xin to take back, while Bai Jian was taken for questioning by Mo and Bai Yinshu.
Luo Qianqian originally wanted He Wenyu to join her, but He Wenyu shook her head, saying she would wait for her at the Forget Worries Tea House.
Not long after Luo Qianqian and her group left, the window of the private room opened, and a scruffy old man looked at He Wenyu with a smile, "Little girl, was it you who made that chicken soup earlier?" He spoke while his nose bled, looking quite a mess, with two distinct bloodstains on his chest, making him seem particularly terrifying, "The two girls who went out earlier, one had the smell of chicken soup, but it wasn’t strong, and the other had a floral fragrance, which it certainly wasn’t. As for the three men, don’t even mention them. No one in your kitchen had a more intense scent than yours, so you’re the one who made the chicken soup, right?"
Luo Qianqian nodded quickly, handing over a tissue, "Sorry, I was reckless, are you okay? It was meant for those four people to drink, having too much isn’t good..." She said, feeling quite guilty. She really hadn’t expected someone to come and snatch food! And it causes nosebleeds too—she didn’t know how to handle it. Her thought was just to drink more water to dilute it...
"It tasted good, little girl, how about coming with me?" The old man wiped his nose bleeds, still full of excitement and not at all deterred by the nosebleed incident.
"Huh? You-you-you better leave now, or I’ll call for help." He Wenyu was dumbfounded, was this person trying to make her the Beggars’ Sect leader’s wife or something?
Though she felt guilty, she didn’t intend to sacrifice her future for it!
"Call for help?"
