lcionline Chapter 477 Ten Thousand Miles of Cold River Confined Within This Blade
Chapter 477 Ten Thousand Miles of Cold River Confined Within This Blade
The sea and sky blend into one, the blue waves stretch endlessly.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the waves crashed against the rocks, shattering into pieces.
The hills rising in the center of the island are covered with vegetation in varying shades of green.
The surroundings were deserted, with only a few larks gathering and scattering in the air, sometimes high and sometimes low.
The salty sea breeze always carries certain subtle sounds—perhaps the prelude to a storm thousands of miles away.
Inside the hollowed-out cave, an old man shrouded in a black robe opened his eyes, glanced into the distance, and said with some disappointment, "Still haven't found it?"
Nangong Xue was tied up to the side, unable to break free, and could only glare at him resentfully.
His divine sense had been covering the surrounding area, and he already knew whether anyone had come or not. Why would he pretend to be disappointed? Was he saying this specifically to himself?
If looks could kill, she would have torn the old man in front of her to pieces long ago.
Nangong Xue couldn't help but ask, "Elder Chi, who exactly bribed you? The Mei family of Yunhai Island, the You family of Changmeng Island, or..."
"Shh." The old man put his hand to his lips and chuckled strangely, "Dead men don't need to know so much."
Nangong Xue smiled bitterly and said nothing more.
From the moment she brought Chu Lengyu back to the Hundred Swords Pavilion, the open and covert targeting never ceased.
Although the Nangong family still wields some influence, it is no longer as powerful as it once was.
However, some still harbor unrealistic dreams, fantasizing about vying for power and profit within the Hundred Swords Pavilion, attempting to become as prominent as the Wei family of the Thousand Mist Sect.
Nangong Xue found this both laughable and pathetic.
She believes that cultivators should transcend worldly affairs and pursue the path to immortality, but instead, these people engage in open and covert struggles for vanity and power.
She scoffed inwardly. What good would it do them to seize power? Was it all just to become the overlord of this tiny Hundred Swords Pavilion?
True powerhouses should hone their skills in places like the Thousand Mist Sect or the Sea King's Palace, challenging stronger opponents, rather than burying their heads in the sand and deceiving themselves in this small Hundred Swords Pavilion.
What angered and puzzled Nangong Xue even more was that so many people were specifically targeting her and her apprentice. They clearly had no ambition whatsoever and did nothing to hinder anyone's progress, so why were they subjected to so much attack and exclusion?
Nangong Xue regretted trusting others so easily, which led to her being imprisoned here.
Right now, the sect should have already discovered her disappearance, but they may not have guessed that she was actually a mole.
A sudden whooshing sound rang out.
Immediately, a figure in white appeared before the island aboard a spirit boat.
A fleeting look of surprise crossed the old man's face.
Although he set up this trap to lure Chu Lengyu out, he never expected it to go so smoothly, and he never expected that this woman would be so bold as to come alone.
A ruthless glint flashed deep in his eyes.
He must get rid of this master and disciple as soon as possible. As for her secrets, it would be best if he could force her to reveal them, but if not, then so be it.
Elder Chi flashed and appeared outside the cave.
He stared intently at Chu Lengyu, but Chu Lengyu showed no surprise at seeing him.
This composure aroused a hint of curiosity in Elder Chi: "How did you find this place?"
"Is that all you wanted to ask?" Her expression turned slightly cold as she countered, "Any other last words?"
"Ha, sharp tongue and arrogant words!" Elder Chi, who was confident of victory, said disdainfully, "If you obediently hand over the secrets you possess, I might spare your life."
Inside the cave, Nangong Xue vaguely heard voices talking. Just as she was about to burst into curses, saying that she would rather die than surrender, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
A sharp, oppressive aura spread out.
Elder Chi looked at the suddenly appearing figure as if facing a formidable enemy.
It was Chu Lengyu herself who used the Blood Illusion Pearl to transform into the appearance of the Hundred Swords Pavilion's leader, casually tearing open space and descending to this place.
He stood there, his aura of power subtle and as calm as ever, yet Elder Chi felt a strange sense of dread creeping into his heart.
He was secretly surprised and suspicious. The "Sect Leader" had never been good at spatial manipulation, so how could he appear nearby so quietly today without him noticing?
However, before he could think further, the "Sect Leader" appeared and, without saying a word, pointed his fingers like a sword, unleashing a snow-white sword light that slashed out instantly.
The sword light was extremely sharp, and wherever it passed, the space seemed to be easily torn apart, forcing the three unfamiliar cultivators who were lying in ambush to reveal themselves.
Upon seeing this, the three men were immediately filled with fear. They hadn't expected that their carefully laid disguise would be so easily seen through in the blink of an eye.
But they were all cultivators with considerable strength, and they quickly regained their senses. Without saying a word, they all manipulated the magical weapons in their hands and slashed at the "Sect Leader".
Chu Lengyu recalled the Snow-Swallowing Wave Sword she had seen in the market on Mixia Island. The sword intent in her memory flowed in her heart and then transformed into the movements of her fingers, thus imitating the use of Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Scattering.
She didn't hold the sword; she merely focused her fingertips, and frost and snow gathered, emitting inch-by-inch cold light.
Water vapor condenses into ice crystals in the north wind, reflecting a sharp and deadly intent the instant the sword's momentum solidifies, with countless sharp blades hidden invisibly.
The sea froze in the azure chill, and the trees on the island suddenly cracked in the biting wind, their surfaces revealing glistening ice erosion patterns.
Immediately afterwards, a sudden blizzard arose, and an avalanche-like sense of oppression followed the sword strike, with hundreds of ice shards bursting forth from the void.
The enemy hastily parried, but the blades were instantly covered by the rapidly spreading frost at the moment of contact.
The torn blood droplets splashed in the air, freezing into tiny red jade beads before they even hit the ground.
Light swept across her fingertips, illuminating the still-unmelted ice shards, as if a vast, frigid river were still confined within this blade.