lcionline Chapter 195 Who is the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect?
Chapter 195 Who is the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect?
Song Huai'an opened the cell door, with Jiang Ci following behind him.
Xie Wanning didn't harbor much malice towards these two people; aside from the melancholy of a long-awaited reunion, she felt nothing but unfamiliarity.
She had her memories of her past life erased by Xie Wanxun, so naturally she wouldn't harbor any hostility towards Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci. However, she knew that both of them were Ye Qianqian's people, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"I'm fine, you don't need to worry." Xie Wanning straightened her body, not letting anyone see her dejection.
Song Huai'an didn't respond. He glanced around at his surroundings. As soon as he entered the Netherworld Prison, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. In particular, the scene of Xie Wanning trapped in the prison reminded him of his senior sister in his dream.
In his dream, his senior sister's pure white robes were stained crimson with blood, her body motionless, already lifeless. And in his dream, he held the blood-stained Golden Cloud Sword, coldly staring at his senior sister on the ground.
Song Huai'an didn't react for a long time, so Jiang Ci spoke up: "Senior Sister, don't worry, Master will definitely release you. It's just that he needs to discuss matters with the leaders of other sects, so he has you locked up here."
Xie Wanning frowned, revealing a look of disgust: "I understand."
"Senior Sister, you're still injured. I have some pills here." Jiang Ci handed over a porcelain bottle containing seventh-grade recovery pills.
Xie Wanning was injured by Yan Ze's oppressive aura, and her body was in excruciating pain. She accepted Jiang Ci's pills without hesitation.
Since her storage bag has been taken away, she's naturally going to accept any pills someone offers her.
"Tell me, what brings you here?" Xie Wanning swallowed the pill and looked at Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci.
"We just came to see how Senior Sister is doing." Jiang Ci said, somewhat at a loss.
"You guys don't spend time with your junior sister, but you have time to care about me?" Xie Wanning said sarcastically. She felt very uncomfortable when she thought about how Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci blindly supported Ye Qianqian and excluded her, the senior sister.
Although Ye Qianqian used the system and props to control Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci, she had also developed a two-year-long bond with them as fellow disciples, yet Song Huai'an and Jiang Ci did not trust her.
"Senior Sister, what are you saying? Senior Brother and I have always missed you. Even though Junior Sister is doing well, we haven't forgotten you," Jiang Ci quickly defended himself.
Xie Wanning was so angry that she stopped talking. What did he mean by not forgetting her? Wasn't that the most basic thing? What was there to move her about?
"Get out! All of you, get out!" Xie Wanning snapped angrily. She felt irritated whenever she saw Jiang Ci's worried expression.
"No..." Jiang Ci's eyes flickered slightly, his body trembling uncontrollably. He had originally thought that his reunion with his senior sister would be a warm and pleasant scene, that she would care about his cultivation progress and ask about his recent situation, instead of this tense situation.
Jiang Ci left heartbroken, leaving Song Huai'an alone in front of Xie Wan Ning.
"What? Do I have to personally see the guests off?" Xie Wanning asked, puzzled, her tone quite irritable.
"Xie Wanning," Song Huai'an suddenly said, "Why did you come back? Qingyun Sect doesn't need you anymore."
Xie Wanning looked up, only to meet Song Huai'an's cold gaze, which was filled with a chilling murderous intent.
In that instant, Xie Wanning involuntarily shivered: This is not Song Huai'an!
Her intuition was right. Just now, while Song Huai'an was silent, his memories of his past life appeared completely in his mind. He remembered how he killed Xie Wanning, how he became the senior disciple of Qingyun Sect, and finally became a wise and powerful sword cultivator.
He became the leader of the Qingyun Sect, the new leader of the cultivation world. At the pinnacle of power, he enjoyed countless accolades and praise.
In contrast, Song Huai'an has finally become the senior brother, but Xie Wanning has suddenly returned and wants to become his senior sister. He can only become the second senior brother that no one cares about, lost in the crowd.
He was born with a sword physique, and at twenty years old, he was already in the late Nascent Soul stage, about to enter the Great Ascension stage. Xie Wanning, on the other hand, had fallen to the Golden Core stage and had no ability to fight him at all. Why should Xie Wanning be the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect when he was the first choice for that position?
The Golden Cloud Sword appeared in Song Huai'an's hand, the candlelight in the corner reflected on the blade, and the Crimson Flame Bird, sensing danger, began to scream.
"You want to kill me? Is it Ye Qianqian's order?" Xie Wanning was very puzzled by Song Huai'an's sudden change. She retreated to the corner and looked at Song Huai'an calmly.
Ye Qianqian is a follower of the Heavenly Dao, and if the Heavenly Dao wants to kill her, it will be five years later. Therefore, Song Huai'an could not have received orders from Ye Qianqian. However, Xie Wanning needs a reason to test Song Huai'an.
"No, I was just doing what I wanted." Song Huai'an revealed a cruel smile and said, "Your cultivation has plummeted, your family and friends have left you, Xie Wanning, you must have wanted to die. You committed suicide in prison out of despair, and I couldn't stop you. What a perfect excuse!"
Xie Wanning remained silent, every word Song Huai'an uttered sending a shiver down her spine. Yes, a shiver of anger.
The sword flashed, but no blood splattered.
Xie Wanning caught Song Huai'an's sword with one hand while holding Luo Ze sword. Song Huai'an gripped the sword with both hands and slashed at Xie Wanning with force, but the sword in his hand did not move at all, as if it were frozen in mid-air.
"Your cultivation level may have dropped, but don't forget, a body cultivator's physique will not change." Xie Wanning chuckled, and with a flick of her right hand, she sent Song Huai'an's sword flying.
Song Huai'an frowned. He couldn't let others sense the commotion in the prison; he had to get rid of Xie Wanning quickly.
Thinking of this, a light blue sword appeared around Song Huai'an. The sword swirled around him and then split into dozens of swords.
This is the Phantom Sword he obtained from the Lingxiao Palace. One sword can become dozens, or even hundreds, of swords, perfectly matching his innate sword-wielding physique.
"go with!"
Dozens of swords flew towards Xie Wanning, covering the sky like a dense spider web.
Xie Wanning used the Luoze Sword to block several phantom swords, but found that there were too many of them, and she couldn't possibly catch them all at once. If she wasn't careful, the phantom swords would take her life.
Seeing the joy that flashed in Song Huai'an's eyes at the thought of killing her, Xie Wanning felt nauseous and her head throbbed slightly.
She must have seen Song Huai'an like this before.
The phantom sword continued to split, and Xie Wanning's body suffered more and more wounds. She knelt on the ground, struggling to resist the phantom sword.
Her spiritual power is running low, so she is likely to be killed.
"You have no one to rely on right now." Yan Ze's words echoed in my mind once again.
Xie Wanning gritted her teeth. She certainly had no one to rely on, but that didn't mean she necessarily needed someone to rely on.
She formed hand seals, creating a protective barrier around herself and the Crimson Flame Bird.
"Xie Wanning, you won't last long," Song Huai'an mocked.
"Is that so? Then I might have to disappoint you." Xie Wanning lowered her head, forcefully raised her right fist, and slammed it into the ground.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Punch after punch, even as her hands bled and she suffered excruciating pain, Xie Wanning did not stop her attack. Her fists were capable of shattering ten-thousand-year-old black iron; how could she possibly be confined by this small prison?
"Peng!"
The entire Netherworld Prison trembled, and falling rocks extinguished the candlelight.
"Are you crazy! Do you want to bury yourself?!"
"No, I'm taking you with me, Second Junior Brother."