Chapter 230: Die!

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Chapter 230 – Die! Chen Huai’an didn’t get to enjoy his moment of satisfaction for long. The log refreshed. <7> 4:04 AM: Li Qingran killed the Holy Land’s Buddha’s Son—Hui Kong. Chen Huai’an: “?” Wait, hold on. Sis, weren’t you just supposed to snatch some opportunities? Why’d you straight-up kill him?! When he saw this log entry, he was completely dumbfounded. The Holy Land’s reputation was too massive—even someone like him, who had only descended into the Cangyun Realm in an avatar, had heard of it. Setting aside all that stuff about slaying demons, upholding justice, and dominating the world, the Holy Land was essentially a divine presence in the eyes of other sects—a symbol of prestige and righteousness. And now Li Qingran had just killed one of their Buddha’s Sons. It felt like his daughter not only aced the whole school but also forced the former top student to drop out. Before he could even process the shock or think about what to do next, another notification popped up. <8> 4:10 AM: Li Qingran looted the body, obtaining a large amount of resources and a damaged spiritual weapon—Nine-Ring Arhat Golden Staff. “Well, damn, she even looted him?!” Chen Huai’an’s face turned pale. <9> 4:12 AM: Li Qingran rescued a demonic cultivator girl and carried her toward the secret realm’s entrance. Thinking of her master. Chen Huai’an: “Huh?!” Hold up—don’t start thinking about your master just yet! Killing Hui Kong? He could reluctantly accept that. Rescuing a demonic cultivator? That was barely acceptable. But doing both? Together? That was too much! Now fully awake, Chen Huai’an anxiously glanced in the direction of the three Holy Lands, feeling guilty as hell. How the hell was he supposed to explain this later? He couldn’t possibly go to war with the three Holy Lands, could he? They were said to have cultivators at the Great Ascension Stage, while he, limited by his real-world cultivation, could only push himself to the fifth level of the Void Fusion Stage at best. There was no way he could take them on… It seemed his disciple had stirred up some serious trouble. His first instinct wasn’t to scold her—it was to figure out how to help her escape. “Stay calm. I need to stay calm.” Chen Huai’an sat upright in his chair, though it felt like he was sitting on a pile of nails. He could only keep reassuring himself, “Li Qingran must have had a reason for doing this. I just need to trust and support her… Hmm, maybe that bald monk got greedy and made a move on her? Or maybe he was after her treasure? Or perhaps he was just looking for trouble?!” The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. And the angrier he got. Before he knew it, he blurted out, “F***er, good job killing him! Damn bald donkey, you deserved it!” As for saving that demonic cultivator girl… well, like he always said, while every demonic cultivator he’d encountered so far had been bad news, that didn’t mean all of them were. Maybe this girl had some tragic backstory. Chen Huai’an successfully brainwashed himself and was now just waiting for his disciple to return so they could flee from the Sword Pavilion. Then, another notification popped up. <10> 4:22 AM: Li Qingran and the demonic cultivator girl encountered four direct disciples from Qingyun Sect’s Chixiao Peak. Huh?! Chen Huai’an frowned. In the Soul Mirror, Li Qingran’s gaze was ice-cold, and she had already drawn her sword into a battle stance. “Li Qingran, I’m very disappointed. I never expected you to turn into this after leaving Qingyun Sect.” Lu Changtian’s face was grim as he looked at the trembling demonic cultivator girl in Li Qingran’s arms, dark energy swirling around her. He and Zhang Hanxiao had tracked her down, first hearing the sounds of battle, then witnessing lightning storms raging in the distance. To be safe, they had waited for the thunder to subside before moving forward. But when they finally emerged from the dense gray mist that clouded the secret realm, they found Li Qingran carrying a demonic cultivator girl in her arms. “I don’t need to care about your opinion.” Li Qingran shot Lu Changtian an indifferent glance, sidestepped him, and started walking past. But he immediately blocked her path. Sёarch* The ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. His eyes lingered on her face—it was even more beautiful than before. It only made him feel that Mu Baishuang wasn’t that special after all. Once, Li Qingran would smile at him with admiration. But now, all she had for him was coldness and disgust. Why? She had idolized him before. Was it just because of one mistake? Who hasn’t made a mistake before?! “Li Qingran, you need to walk the righteous path.” “I am walking the righteous path.” “She’s a demonic cultivator.” “She saved my life.” And that wasn’t a lie. If it hadn’t been for Mo Shumei exhausting Hui Kong’s trump cards and exposing his injuries, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against him—even after breaking through to the Golden Core Stage. After all, he had been a prodigy and was still suppressing three minor realms below his actual level. “You’re completely deluded. Is this what the Sword Pavilion and your master taught you? Come back to Qingyun Sect with me.” Lu Changtian reached out to grab her wrist. Li Qingran stepped back, dodging his hand. Her right hand pressed against her sword hilt, her gaze sharp as a blade. “The Sword Pavilion is excellent, and my master has taught me well.” Her fingers pushed against the sword guard. The Su Xian Sword slid out of its scabbard. The killing intent reflected in its blade was almost tangible. “You insult my sect, you slander my master. Today… I, Li Qingran, will settle both new and old debts with you together!” Hearing this, Lu Changtian wasn’t angry. Instead, his eyes gleamed with excitement. Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, before the tombstone of the Demon Lord’s successor, Mu Baishuang knelt with her hair disheveled, her fingers tracing the cold stone. A twisted, ferocious smile spread across her face. “Chen Huai’an… you killed the Demon Lord’s successor, so I’ll kill your disciple first!” At that moment, in the secret realm, Lu Changtian’s eyes became increasingly vicious, overlapping with Mu Baishuang’s gaze in an eerie resemblance. Facing Li Qingran’s gleaming blade, he drew his sword without hesitation. “Li Qingran, today, I’ll teach you what it means to respect your elders and betters!” Their swords clashed with a metallic clang. Lu Changtian staggered back over ten feet, the ground beneath him splitting with deep cracks. His fingers turned pale from gripping his sword too tightly, and blood seeped from his palm, dripping onto the hilt. He looked up abruptly, the taste of iron thick in his throat. His usually cold expression was now filled with utter disbelief. “You… When did you reach the Golden Core Stage?” The wind seemed to freeze around him. His pupils shrank. Ten feet away, Li Qingran ground her shoe against a shattered stone fragment, frost-like patterns spreading silently beneath her feet. The Su Xian Sword was angled downward, its scabbard almost touching the cracked ground. A thin, precise fissure stretched straight from the blade’s tip to just half an inch from Lu Changtian’s boot. “Lu Changtian, I told you back in Qingyun Sect—I owe you nothing.” As she spoke, her sword gleamed under the dim sky, the sliver of moonlight reflecting in her eyes like twin cold stars. Lu Changtian swallowed hard, taking several steps back. His own sword trembled in its scabbard, like a snake being gripped by the throat. “But… But I was your senior brother!” “Go—” Her voice was as sharp as the winter wind, her sword vibrating with a cold hum. “Die!” Sword energy tore through the twilight.

Chapter 230: Die!

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