Chapter 628: Chapter 563: Lotus Fire Futu_2

The billowing curtains in midair rustled loudly as she stood firm amidst the turbulent winds, her pitch-black eyes tranquil like deep pools, undisturbed under waves, her delicate and beautiful jade hand gesturing under white snow sleeves, Array Light twinkling beneath her feet.

And Su Xi was just in time, for one more step would inevitably land him in the Lotus Fire Sword Formation she had prepared in advance.

Seeing this, Su Xi couldn’t help but slowly raise his eyebrows, his expression becoming solemn and serious.

The array at his feet seemed inconspicuous, but it was a sword abode array with the Futu Technique as the foundation, Mystical Scripture as the bone, and Karma Fire as the wings.

This Array Technique was a divine secret technique of the Taixuan Sect’s cabinet, only mastered by Sect Master Su Guanhai, who had learned the Futu Technique.

The Futu Technique of the Taixuan Sect, Cangwu Palace’s “Ten Storehouse Archery Technique”, and the Xijian Sect’s “Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique” enjoyed the same fame as Tianyao and had been celebrated for centuries.

Among them, the Taixuan Sect’s Futu Technique was notoriously domineering and difficult to cultivate, unlike the gentle nature of the “Ten Storehouse Archery Technique” and the “Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique”, where one could diligently cultivate and nurture one’s Dao from a young age.

The Futu Technique imposed extremely strict demands on the cultivator’s bodily meridians, talents, cultivation, and Divine Mansion. A mere mortal body could not withstand the domineering True Qi of the Futu Technique.

If not at the stage of crossing tribulation, forcibly cultivating this technique would be akin to playing with fire, leading to the collapse of the Divine Mansion and severance of all meridians.

Though Su Jing was the unrivaled successor of the Taixuan Sect, she was, after all, too young, her cultivation not yet solid enough to bear the weight of Futu.

Yet at this moment, she had indeed displayed the Lotus Fire Sword Formation, and judging by her appearance, it seemed almost effortless.

Su Xi believed that if he were to fall into this formation, although it might not kill him, it would trap him for quite some time. Thus, he would find it not difficult to take Ye Lian away from his side.

At this time, the murderous intent in Su Jing’s eyes was not much weaker than Su Xi’s. She too had heard the urgent shout from Ye Lian, and upon glancing aside, saw a fellow sect sister covered in blood lying between the beds, which somewhat lessened the murderous intent in her eyes.

Her tone was indifferent, “Is the Scripture Master unharmed?”

Ye Lian, unable to ignore her physical weakness, hurriedly got out of bed, her chest wound suddenly tearing open, fresh blood bursting forth.

She fell clumsily to the ground, her lips pale and her expression guilt-ridden, “Ye Lian has violated the sect rules, came to the Demon World without the Sect Master’s consent, committing a grave mistake, I am indeed unworthy of preservation!”

Upon hearing the commotion behind him, Su Xi almost instantly pulled back his punch and rushed to Ye Lian’s side.

Su Jing glanced indifferently at the two, her eyes seemingly harboring a cold autumn frost as she drew back the Emotion Slayer, her voice unusually cold, “Scripture Master, no need to blame yourself, I didn’t enter the Demon World for you.”

At this moment, she was dressed as a woman from the Demon Clan, in a black night gown, with Demon Horns growing on her forehead, her appearance also greatly altered by the Illusion Technique.

Had it not been for the Emotion Slayer Sword and the Lotus Fire Sword Formation, even Ye Lian would have struggled to recognize her true identity.

Ye Lian, with her keen mind, hearing her words, guessed that she must have another critical agenda for coming to the Demon World.

At this moment, her appearance here was merely because she had seen him being slain by Su Xi at the Monarch’s Return Banquet and thus had followed him.

Ye Lian might die, but the Shengqing Scripture must absolutely not fall into the hands of the Demon World.

Ye Lian guessed that her actions might have disrupted the Young Master’s meticulous plans, feeling even more unbearable guilt in her heart, and just as she was about to speak, Su Jing coldly interrupted her.

“What I didn’t know was that the Scripture Master had such deep ties with the River Lord of Wuhe, even deceiving Su Guanhai.” A chilling force emanated from Su Jing’s body, her deep eyes locking onto Ye Lian.

Ye Lian did not provide further explanation, kneeling on the ground, her voice quiet and unarguable, “Ye Lian knows her guilt is unforgivable, willing to accept the Young Master’s judgment.”

Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, Su Xi, regardless of Ye Lian’s severe injuries, grabbed her shoulders forcefully, bloodshot eyes revealing dangerous madness and brutality, but upon closer inspection, a bitter and anxious nuance could be discerned.

His voice hoarse, “I know my identity is not accepted by your kind! I am the harmful demon; you never intended to acknowledge me from the start. How can I have deep ties with you, it’s not a fact, so why admit it?! Do you not understand how utterly sickened I am by the facade of you righteous Immortals.”

This person, unmistakably, had come to kill him.

“I am not interested in your affairs with him.” Su Jing sheathed her sword, truly appearing indifferent and heartless.

Her coming to the Demon World, or her deep ties with the Demon Clan, were both matters of indifference to her.

Now, seeing that Ye Lian was still alive, she no longer considered whether the Shengqing Scripture had been obtained by the Demon World.

“I do not care what the Scripture Master’s purpose for coming to this world was, since you’re still alive, guarding the Shengqing Scripture is your duty and destiny as one of the Taixuan Seven Sutras, how you should act, there’s no need for my pointers. Take care of yourself.”

Everyone ought to bear the responsibility for their own selfish desires. Ye Lian’s secretive entry into the Demon World had her own reasons; she would not overly intervene.

Similarly, even now as she found herself embroiled in Mo City out of her own lingering desires, she did not feel her position as Taixuan Young Master made her any more special or noble than Ye Lian.

As of now, Ye Lian, with Su Xi’s concealed relationship, was naturally safer than her present circumstances, and she had never considered using Ye Lian and Su Xi’s relationship to facilitate her own escape from trouble.

After retracting the Lotus Fire Sword Formation, Su Jing turned to leave.

Just as Su Xi held Ye Lian in a stronghold, she suddenly as if recalling something, called out to Su Jing, “Young Master, I just saw the new City Lord of Xianling City, the good friend of Sister Wen named Si Chen. I don’t know why he’s also in the Demon World, but Sister Wen values this young man greatly. Should the Young Master encounter this youth, and if he’s in distress, I hope the Young Master could lend him a helping hand.”

Su Jing’s departing action suddenly stalled.

Her beautiful dark pupils slowly widened, as though unexpectedly struck by an arrow, shattering her indifferent facade, her gaze momentarily becoming vast and empty.

A tumultuous mix of emotions tangled within her. She turned, looked at Ye Lian, and spoke haltingly, one word at a time, “Who did you say you just saw?”

Ye Lian had never seen Su Jing like this antes, she answered blankly, “The new City Lord of Xianling City, Sister Wen’s close friend, Si Chen.”

By the time she finished speaking, there was no sign of Su Jing at the doorway.

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Monarch’s Return Banquet, Time Platform.

Three thousand long steps, netherworld fire faintly glowing.

The Female Demon Lord toyed with the mystical box in her hand, her expression half-smiling, “Ever since the Monarch’s Return Banquet was established, there has never been an instance of a lower River Lord challenging Shu Ci, first to set the precedent; today I am fortunate to witness such an event, though I heard that a few days ago, the River Lord of Si He was injured by the Great Demon, I personally saw that his back injuries were indeed not light, yet he still dares to put forth a battle order into the box.”

At this point, Ning Feiyan sighed somewhat bitterly, “Your Majesty perhaps regards your servant too highly.”

One had to admit, compared to the strategy of a cat and mouse game, Ning Feiyan found that the Demon Lord indeed deservedly ranked first in the Demon World.

Her commanding gaze shifted, those deep eyes leaning down to the seat below where Ning Feiyan sat, “A few days ago I was in seclusion in the Mystical Court Cave, and I heard that Netherworld Palace caught a thief trying to steal offerings, this audacious assassin indeed sprang from the River Lord of Si He’s Chao Mu Hall.

Hmm… stealing a Monarch’s possession is a crime deserving of death, is today’s action by the River Lord a bid to seek a way out for this little demon assassin?”

The demons who had initially been shocked and puzzled by Ning Feiyan’s suicidal behavior suddenly came to an enlightening realization.

Assassin Hong Zhuang, of the same lineage and sister to Ning Feiyan, loyal to her for thousands of years.

Now that she faced criminal difficulties, Ning Feiyan’s rash challenge against Yihe Shu Ci was undoubtedly out of deep affection.

Alas, that was Yihe Shu Ci.

A monster that, like the first Demon Lord, lived as long as the heavens and the earth and did not die.

Even Zangxin did not have the assurance of surviving…