Evening Snow

Chapter 8: Confrontation

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The mountain breeze blew past, bringing a cool breeze. The leaves and dead branches in the mountains rustled, making a sharp wail.

Just like Zongci's rigid heart.

A child, sitting on a tree branch, said sarcastically, "You little brat, you want to snatch my girl away? What qualifications do you have to speak?"

Apart from anything else, as soon as these words were spoken, the taunt hatred value was maxed out.

Almost instantly, with a "swish", a long sword as bright as moonlight was unsheathed, streaking a cold light in the air and pointing directly at the throat of the green-clothed boy.

The sword immortal's voice was as cold as the extremely frozen trench tens of thousands of meters deep in the ice sea. "Draw out your sword."

"interesting."

Qingxuzi smiled with interest. "It has been many years since anyone dared to point a sword at me. Boy, do you know who I am?"

In response to him, there was white snow and ice spreading out from under the Xuan Ji white satin flowing cloud shoes. It spread along the tip of the sword and quickly reached the roots of the tree, freezing the surrounding dark soil.

Originally, Xuan Ji was a genuine ice spiritual root. Once his spiritual power was activated, it would naturally cause such a strange phenomenon.

"Who you are is none of my business. Just draw your sword."

Actually, Xuan Ji was not unaware that the cultivation level of the person in front of him was higher than his. After all, even with his cultivation level at the late stage of the Spirit Severing Realm, he was unable to comprehend it. The strength of the young boy in blue in front of him was at least above the Out-of-Body Realm.

In the world of cultivation, it is a very foolish thing to provoke a powerful person whose strength far exceeds one's own.

But this only applies to ordinary monks. For example, this little kid is standing in front of someone and mocking him. Who can tolerate this

I would like to ask, which normal man, normal swordsman, can swallow his anger after hearing such words

What's more, the Xuanji Sword Immortal is a man of iron will, icy righteousness, and a favored child of heaven who has attracted everyone's attention all the way.

When had he ever been humiliated like this

Zong Ci, who was standing aside, had his eyelids twitching.

In his previous life, he was also a mutant of the ice-type single spiritual root. Before he became famous, he liked to create some ice and snow before a fight to give himself a home advantage. But when he became stronger, Zong Ci never did it again, firstly because he had the burden of being an idol, and secondly because he could solve the problem with a wave of his hand, so there was no need to create any environmental advantage for himself.

Seeing this scene, Qingxuzi, who was already in a bad mood, looked even more gloomy.

He looked at Xuan Ji steadily, and the sarcasm in his tone disappeared, replaced by complete contempt.

"You are qualified to copy others?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence was more powerful than the previous "yellow-haired kid". At least an icy hurricane was visibly rising around the sword immortal.

However, with these words, Xuan Ji finally remembered what was so familiar about the little boy in blue in front of him.

After the incident a thousand years ago, more than three hundred years later, the remaining disciple under Qingxuzi also betrayed his master. After that, the Qingxu Patriarch entered a long period of seclusion in the main peak. Xuanji had only seen him from afar when he was still in the foundation-building stage, but he did not expect that he had become a child for some unknown reason.

"What can I do with you?" Xuan Ji sneered, and calmly stopped the young man in white behind him to prevent him from being impacted by the confrontation between the two. "It's better than you, the master who killed his disciples with your own hands, right? Back then, Ling Yun-"

Before he could finish his words, he had already stirred up a hornet's nest.

The green-robed Taoist boy's face had turned completely cold and looked extremely ugly.

"Who gave you the courage..."

Qingxuzi said word by word, "Who mentioned this name?"

As he waved his sleeves, thousands of strong winds and terrifying pressure emanated from his body, like thousands of sharp blades piercing the white-clothed swordsman standing in place.

The swordsman's pupils shrank and he subconsciously raised his sword to block.

But it was too fast.

The strength of the Crossing Tribulation Stage is simply not something that the Spirit Severing Stage can resist. Xuan Ji's reaction was fast enough, but it was still too slow, too much slower.

The overwhelming pressure was like pouring soybeans, pressing down on the swordsman without reservation and directly pressing him to the ground.

It was obvious that Qingxuzi was really angry. Xuanji had to hold the sword with both hands, with veins exposed on the back of his hands. The sword was sunk deep into the soil to support his body. From Zongci's perspective, his shoulders were shaking violently, like a sieve.

It is conceivable what kind of terrible pressure he was under.

However, the sword immortal who was half-kneeling on the ground sneered again, and spoke intermittently despite the power that was enough to destroy even the most rotten wood.

"Why... what I said... is not right? How could he be so brilliant and noble as Lord Lingyun, who even became an immortal earlier than you...?"

He had only said half of this sentence when Xuan Ji suddenly vomited blood under the sudden doubling of strength. His hair crown shattered into pieces, and his messy black hair spread out. His snow-white clothes were stained with strands of red blood, which was a shocking sight.

"Oh? Are you speaking for a possessed person?"

Qingxuzi's eyes finally lost all emotion, leaving only murderous intent, "I told you, you are not qualified to mention that name."

Zong Ci was standing behind Xuan Ji and was not affected by any impact, but he still felt the cold murderous intent.

Qingxuzi... really wanted to kill.

After realizing this, Zong Ci widened his eyes slightly, without even hesitating, and wanted to go around and block Xuan Ji.

Putting aside other things, Xuan Ji was speaking for him just now. If he kept cowering and hiding behind others, it would be too cowardly.

Just when Zong Ci was about to do this, the confrontation between the two people finally attracted the attention of the fourth person.

It was really hard not to attract attention. Qingxuzi was furious and had no scruples. Not to mention Taiyan Sect, the powerful people who had not yet entered the closed-door state and came to attend the lecture of the Tianji Sect Master and had not yet left, all felt the momentum erupting from the main peak of Taiyan Sect, and whispered to each other.

"Grandmaster, please show mercy!"

Even the head of the sect, Qingyun, was alarmed and hurried over. He bowed deeply despite the pressure and said, "My junior brother is stupid and has offended the ancestor. I hope the ancestor will be magnanimous and spare his life for the sake of our common sect."

But even when Qingyun came, Xuanji still did not stop talking. Instead, he bit the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and continued stubbornly, "Your Majesty... has already become an immortal, how could he be shackled by the devil? How could such a person... be possessed by the devil for no reason?"

He spoke with great effort, the blood dripping from his lips fell on the icy ground like red plum blossoms falling on the snow, and he finished speaking word by word.

"You don't even want to listen to my explanation... You just... don't believe him... that's all."

Every word, every word is heartbreaking.

Oh my dear, please stop talking!

Qingyun was almost convinced by his junior brother. He didn't even dare to look up to see what Qingxuzi's expression was like. The pressure in the air alone seemed to be materialized, which was enough to make him kneel down with Xuanji.

But this time, Qingyun really didn't know how to explain it. He could only laugh dryly while helping his junior brother to relieve some of the pressure, fearing that the Qingxu Patriarch would kill him directly.

At this moment, Zong Ci suddenly covered half of his face with his sleeve, started coughing violently, and his face turned terribly pale.

Xuan Ji's words echoed in his mind like a demon.

You just don't believe him, that's all.

After his rebirth, Zong Ci has been using words like Qingxuzi is ruthless by nature, paranoid and extremely controlling to convince himself.

It's just because he doesn't want to accept that fact.

Indeed, Qingxuzi only sees the results, and he doesn't care why Lingyun became possessed.

He only cared that Ling Yun had made him lose face in front of the world, and that his eldest disciple had brought shame to the sect.

They said they killed their wives to prove their faith, or they said they were cleaning up their sects. In the end, it was just because they didn't believe.

What’s funny is that the master who had been with him day and night for hundreds of years didn’t believe him, but a junior who he had never met before believed in him deeply.

“Cough cough cough cough—”

Zong Ci's cough was so sudden that it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but just as he was coughing heart-wrenchingly, he suddenly saw the Taoist boy in green clothes take the time to look at him.

The depths of those eyes, as deep as a cold pond, which seemed to have lost all rationality at these words, suddenly reflected a strange color.

Just when Zong Ci was confused and doubtful, wondering if he had seen it wrong, Qingxuzi suddenly closed his eyes and flicked his long sleeves.

"roll."

Xuanji Sword Immortal, who had just knelt on the ground, flew backwards like a sack in this overwhelming momentum, and fell from the second platform of the main peak. Qingyun was horrified when he saw this, and immediately threw a magic weapon from his sleeve, turned around and returned the greeting, "Thank you, Grandmaster, for showing mercy."

Just the words Xuan Ji said were enough to make him die ten thousand times. Although being knocked off the mountain by a great man in the Crossing Tribulation Stage would at least cause him to be injured, and at the very least, he would be seriously injured. But at least he was still alive, and this was mostly because they were from the same sect, and Qingyun and Xuan Ji's master had some friendship with the Qingxu Patriarch, otherwise he, his junior brother, would probably have to die here today.

Even Qingyun, who was in the out-of-body stage, felt that such murderous intent was like a towering mountain, insurmountable like an ant trying to shake a tree.

After this matter is over, we must teach our junior brother a lesson for his stubborn temper. Otherwise, even if their master is still alive, he will be so angry that he will die.

Qingyun didn't have time to say anything more, and hurriedly thanked him and chased down the mountain. Perhaps Xuanji himself didn't expect that the master of Yaofeng Peak had already arranged for him to consult with his favorite disciple, but in the end, he would ask about himself.

In a blink of an eye, there were only two people left by the Lingguang Hall.

The other elders and senior leaders did not dare to come. They secretly used their spiritual sense to spy from a distance and saw the sword immortal being knocked off the mountain, with the sect leader following closely behind. They were all shocked and doubtful, so they dared not to offend this ancestor.

Only Zong Ci was still coughing, like a broken bellows.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind swept past him. Almost instantly, he was pulled into the air, and when his feet landed again, they had already landed steadily on the top of the main peak, in the Tianzi Cave.

In front of him, a spiritual spring was emitting a curl of warmth, and the originally clean pebbles were filled with medicinal herbs placed everywhere. Zong Ci glanced casually and found that they were all thousand-year-old iceberg snow lotus, ten-thousand-year-old red ginseng, and cordyceps, which were all priceless things. His heart suddenly jumped.

Qingxuzi stood behind him, his hands behind his back, his expression returning to his usual calm.

His gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at the young man in white standing beside him.

"Take off your clothes."