After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Chapter 632 He Exists!

"Master, Master!"

It had been a very long time since anyone had been able to stir Qingzhi's emotions, but for the sake of this little disciple, he came to the mortal realm twice, personally coming to fetch her both times, and she seemed to be in the same sorrowful state each time.

“Li’er, I’ve told you before, being too obsessed will only harm yourself and others. You shouldn’t come here anymore.”

You won't know unless you come.

She can still have all the good things in the world.

— Her loving parents and brothers, kind teachers and elders, obedient and ambitious fellow disciples, and her fiancé, a young and talented man who is unparalleled in the world… There is no betrayal, no scars, no resentment, no danger to the world, no confrontation between immortals and demons, only a bright and splendid future.

Attain enlightenment, become an immortal, become a god!

Looking across the cultivation world, who could resist such a temptation?

"Master, you say I'm too obsessed, but what about you?" Jiang Liqian roared angrily, her eyes bloodshot, "The aloof and cold Sword Immortal, the number one in the ruthless path, whose portrait hangs on the east wall of your meditation room? Who is the one you can't forget? What did she do to you, and what did you do for her?"

"You refuse to look at her, yet you refuse to forget her. You love her, you hate her, why? Why!"

"How dare you—!" A gust of wind suddenly lashed out at Jiang Liqian's face, instantly turning her cheek red and burning with pain.

The sudden sting finally brought her back to her senses, which were on the verge of collapse.

She then realized with a start what she had just said...

She immediately pleaded, admitting her mistake, and humbly clutched at Qingzhi's robe, begging him, "Master, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please help me save my junior brother! He can't die, he can't leave me..."

Qingzhi lowered his eyes, concealing the deep, unfathomable look within them. For the first time, he bent down, like a loving teacher, and gently stroked the top of her head with his slender, white fingers: "Li'er, come back with me. I can't save him. I can't save someone who doesn't even exist."

"You're talking nonsense! He exists, he exists! He's my junior brother, a direct disciple of the Tianqian Sect's Array Peak. How could he not exist?"

"If he didn't exist, how would you know him? If he didn't exist, how would I find his image in my memory? If he didn't exist, why is our wedding hall still here?!"

“We are going to get married, we are going to announce it to heaven and earth, we are going to become Daoist partners, we have promised to be together forever and ever, and never betray each other. Is all of this just a lie?”

A surge of blood-red light suddenly enveloped her pupils, and the intense smell of blood assaulted her taste buds. She seemed to be unable to see anyone's face anymore. Qingzhi's words finally acted like the judgment of death, severing her last shred of reason.

She roared furiously, her eyes filled with tears as she pointed at Qingzhi: "It's all your fault, all of you! You forced me to this, you came to arrest us! We were finally about to get married, we were finally about to announce to the world that we would be together forever... It's all of you, all of you!"

"I'm going to kill you all, kill you all, then no one will come to capture Junior Brother. He won't be afraid, he won't hide anymore, he'll come back..."

"Yes, he will come back, he will come back!"

Sensing its master's heartbroken pain and overwhelming emotions, the Heavenly Sword instantly materialized in her hand. The blade trembled violently, proclaiming its rage. A hazy, blood-red light swirled upwards from its tip, exuding a chilling killing intent.

In an instant, a divine sword transformed into a ferocious sword that could slay gods and demons alike.

Jiang Liqian gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, abandoning all defense, and thrust it towards Qingzhi with terrifying lightning power.

The sky and earth changed color in an instant, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, a gale arose, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

Even the space around them began to distort.

A small figure in a pink dress flashed behind her. Her pure and innocent eyes suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty and wicked crimson color. She grinned wickedly, revealing her blood-red lips, and laughed silently. In the blink of an eye, her white teeth turned into human bones, and drops of scarlet blood dripped incessantly.

After laughing, her mouth didn't close; instead, it stretched wider and wider, quickly surpassing the laughter of a normal person. Her eyes were excitedly fixed on the out-of-control Jiang Liqian in front of her, her mouth watering. As she watched the tip of her sword about to pierce Qingzhi's heart, the greed in her eyes almost solidified and jumped out of their sockets.

faster!

Faster!

I'll stab you in and kill your most respected master, the one you regard as your faith!

Hurry up!

The heinous crime of murdering one's teacher—what a wonderful taste!

However, just as she was trembling with excitement, a cold, icy gaze suddenly fixed on her face.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt as if I had been pierced by a thousand ice arrows, leaving me completely immobile.

Over there, Jiang Liqian had gone mad. All her reason had vanished in an instant, transforming into a vast, uncontrollable ocean of pain. All she wanted now was to kill, to spit blood, to have someone's head roll!

The abyss of depravity was opening its bloody maw to swallow her whole, but she was completely oblivious to it.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed in front of the cold sword tip, forcefully blocking Qingzhi's path.

Amidst the blood-red light, a familiar figure suddenly appeared. Jiang Liqian's heart ached, and tears streamed down her face. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she gritted her teeth, using all her strength to forcefully stop the unstoppable Shitian Sword.

The gale stopped in an instant, dawn broke, and the thunderclouds dispersed.

She was at a loss and shocked, the longsword trembling in her hand: "Senior Brother..."

Just a hair's breadth away, just a hair's breadth away, and her sword would have been stained with her senior brother's blood!

Si Chuan looked at her with heartache, his right hand gripping her trembling sword. Drops of glaring blood fell, wetting their eyes.

"Junior Sister, stop!"

Jiang Liqian was terrified and wanted to pull the Shitian Sword back, but she was afraid that the sword energy it generated would hurt her senior brother. She choked back tears and cried out, "Let go, senior brother, let go! Your hand will be cut in two!"

Si Chuan shook his head, slowly approaching her along the sword's edge until his blood-stained hand gently touched her reddened cheek: "Junior Sister, does it hurt?"

She could no longer hold the sword in her hand, and it fell to the ground with a clatter. She knelt down and cried, burying her face in his arms and sobbing uncontrollably, her cries heart-wrenching and desperate.

"Senior Brother, it hurts..."

"Senior Brother, it hurts so much..."

Si Chuan hugged her tightly, his eyes red-rimmed as he gently patted her back to comfort her: "I know, I know, Junior Sister, Senior Brother is here. Don't be afraid, soon, soon all of this will be over..."

A faint light from a magic circle shone in his palm, and he slowly placed it on her brow.

The trembling person in my arms gradually drifted off to sleep.