Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 178: Dedicated to the cause until death

Today's result is not what Du Fang wants, nor what Bai Zhi wants.

But everything has become an ironclad fact.

Seeing Du Fang's dazed look, Bai Zhi suddenly jumped up and slapped Du Fang's face hard like a village shrew.

With snot and tears streaming down his face, he cursed hoarsely, "Aren't you a killer? Come on, I'm not afraid. Come on, kill me!"

Du Fang suddenly jumped up and roared like a runaway:

"Bitch, it's you! It's you! If you hadn't designed to let the immortals enter the Sword Sect and annihilate Lingxiao, I would have been a little Taoist boy who went down the mountain to eliminate demons, living a free and easy life. If it weren't for you, the Lingxiao Sword Sect would not have been involved in this cruel path of cultivation. It's all because of you. For your own selfish desires, you harmed the people of Xingluo City and drained the millions of souls from Longqi City. You annihilated Lingxiao, killed Xuanzhen and Uncle Xuanji, and refined my Senior Sister Li Qingshuang. You planted hatred, and now you blame me!"

Du Fang vented all the anger in his heart in one breath, and slapped her in the face with his backhand.

This slap knocked down all of Bai Zhi's madness, and her body suddenly collapsed with this slap.

These few words completely broke down her fragile defenses.

For a long, long time——

Bai Zhi murmured with a bitter smile:

"Du Fang, do you think I want this? Ever since I became the head of the Longyuan Sword Sect, everything has been beyond my control. My master's last words and instructions, as well as the elders and uncles, have all earnestly urged me to carry forward the Longyuan Sword Sect. What can a woman like me do? As a disciple of Longyuan, I should devote myself to Longyuan until my death."

She smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"This is the fate of every one of us Longyuan disciples. From the moment we entered the sect, the Great Sword Sect became our only belief and our only goal in life."

"And now, all my diligence and hard work have been in vain... I've become a useless person... If I don't die today... I'll endure countless humiliations in the future. As the Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect, I absolutely cannot lose my dignity... and allow those low-level cultivators to bully me!"

Bai Zhi looked melancholy, as if she had regained the demeanor of a sword sect leader. She looked at Du Fang's face and gently touched his face with her hand.

"In this life, we are enemies. If there is a next life, I don't want to practice Taoism. I just want to be an ordinary woman..."

There was suddenly a hint of tenderness in her expression:

"There's a famous saying in Jiuzhou: 'A dying man's words are kind, and a dying bird's song fades.' As I near death, I advise you not to use this murder weapon. It's already starting to affect your mind and is starting to backfire on you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Fang suddenly picked up Chengying from the ground and threw it out fiercely.

Suddenly, a ball of green liquid emerged from the crack in the ground and turned into a human hand. The hand was as black as a chicken claw and grabbed the thrown magic sword Chengying in its hand.

It disappeared like the earth again. In the distant sky, a dark cloud appeared. Just as the cloud was about to close, a human face suddenly appeared from above, and the voice was full of joy and excitement:

"Thank you, Brother Dao. May our green mountains remain unchanged and our green waters flow forever!"

It is Longxiong, a dragon from the Tianlong clan who has returned from the dead.

Bai Zhi angrily said, "Longxiong, you are not dead yet!"

A strange laugh echoed from the clouds: "Thanks to you, I'm alive and well. Seeing the destruction of the Longyuan Sword Sect today is truly a great joy in life. Master Bai, goodbye!"

As the sound faded away, the dark clouds flew away and disappeared into the distant mountain mist.

Du Fang seemed to be completely unaware of the world outside of him, just sitting there blankly.

"He took your bloodthirsty weapon, why didn't you go after him?" Bai Zhi poured her anger on him.

Du Fang's expression was filled with exhaustion. "Just take it. I don't want it anyway. Didn't you just tell me to throw away the weapon? Why are you so angry now?"

"Do you want me to help you kill this man?"

Bai Zhi's anger faded, and she uttered a few words: "He is my protector, the person my master entrusted to me before his death. He was the one who told me where the immortals were born..."

Du Fang didn't move and listened silently.

Bai Zhi sighed with regret: "Being betrayed is so painful. I always thought that he was just like my uncle. I didn't expect that outsiders are still outsiders after all. The dragons of the Tianlong clan are not close to anyone, and no one is loved..."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"If I tell you that he told me the secrets of Lingxiao, Jianmen, the Tomb of the Human Emperor, and the origin of the immortal spirits, would you believe me?"

Du Fang suddenly sneered:

"You want me to help you get rid of this traitor?"

"No, I just want to tell you a truth that you have been pursuing for a long time..."

"What truth?"

"The cause of your father's death! Come with me!"

In the ruins beneath the sword tomb were countless broken porcelain bottles.

A foul stench emanated from inside. There were almost tens of thousands of jars, and in each jar was a rotten human head followed by a red intestine.

This place has completely become a mass grave.

The rotten human face exposed above was distorted, horrified, and terrifying.

"This is the method for refining a weapon that carries the spirits of the dead. For the past hundred years, Longxiong has been in our Nancang Continent, collecting living people to make this evil weapon. A hundred years ago, he persuaded my master that this method could nurture a ninth-level sword spirit, and so..."

Du Fang's entire body was shaking with anger, and he asked in a trembling voice:

"So, your Long Yuan's century-long plan, the God-building Plan, has begun, right? Using the lives of countless people, in the shortest possible time, you've cultivated an Emperor-level swordsman. Long Yuan has always been a reputable and upright sect, one of the seven great sword sects in the world. Who could have imagined that you were secretly engaging in such despicable deeds?"

Bai Zhi listened silently and said:

"Thirty years ago, I was chosen as the successor to fulfill my master's ambition..."

Du Fang knelt down silently. He recalled the rainy night when his father was turned into a state that was neither human nor ghost by the evil cultivator in gray.

In order to seek revenge, he went to Lingxiao, entered Jianmen, and embarked on the path of cultivation.

The tragedy of their family, and countless other family tragedies in Nancangzhou, were all just a vague dream for the Longyuan Sword Sect.

Bai Zhi also knelt down and said softly:

"sorry!"

The flames started burning, and the mass grave under the sword tomb completely turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Just this one mass grave has changed the fate of so many people.

Du Fang's life also changed because of this.

In the swirling flames, Du Fang raised his head. He saw the thin-faced boy, the tired and vicissitudes in his eyes, and the carving knife and wood carving in the boy's hands.

The two sat facing each other in silence.

No one spoke.

The past is like smoke and dust. A year ago, one was the headmaster of a sword sect leading tens of thousands of disciples, and the other was an outer disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect who was frustrated.

A year later, the sword sect's leader became a useless person without any cultivation, while the outer disciples turned into blood demons that devoured people's souls.

The words were spoken and the anger faded.