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Chapter 135 - 129 But I’m Still Alone

Chapter 135: Chapter 129 But I’m Still Alone

"Little Uncle-Master, what’s happening?" Shi Nian, looking somewhat anxious, couldn’t help but ask Lu Zhuoyan.

In her heart, she always felt that no matter what happened, as long as she asked Lu Zhuoyan, she would always get an answer.

Lu Zhuoyan transmitted his voice to Shi Nian: "Yun Jian just experienced an extremely intense emotional fluctuation. Of course, just now, the majority of the people here also experienced severe emotional upheavals. But only Yun Jian’s emotions resonated with the residual will of the deceased. Now, all the villagers’ hatred for the Demon Clan has been transformed into this drop of blood and merged into Yun Jian’s Jiuli Sword. In the future, when the Jiuli Sword confronts the Demon Clan, its power will be enhanced."

If the Jiuli Sword absorbs enough anger and hatred, the increase in its power could be limitless.

If Yun Jian grows up... he might become the nemesis of the Demon Clan.

Lu Zhuoyan then continued to transmit his voice: "Do not tell anyone about what I just said. If the Demon Clan finds out, they will stop at nothing to eliminate Yun Jian!"

Shi Nian also thought of this and couldn’t help but nod solemnly.

But then again,

She looked at the other disciples at the scene and felt a headache coming on.

She and Little Uncle-Master absolutely would not betray Third Senior Brother.

But what about the others?

They might not intentionally betray him, but if they mention today’s events to others, the cunning ones may guess something.

By then, Third Senior Brother would truly be in danger.

But with so many people on the scene, how could this be prevented?

"Host. For ten top-grade Spirit Stones, I can take action once, sealing the memory of the last drop of blood from everyone present," Xiao Tong suddenly said.

Shi Nian’s expression brightened, and she said without hesitation, "Deal."

The next moment,

Ten top-grade Spirit Stones silently disappeared from Shi Nian’s Storage Bag.

Xiao Tong, borrowing Shi Nian’s hand, brazenly took action.

Huge Spiritual Power began to converge towards Shi Nian.

"Little Nian?" Yun Jian looked at Shi Nian somewhat surprised.

The other disciples were also shocked.

Wasn’t it said,

That Shi Nian had a Zunhuang Bloodline and did not cultivate Spiritual Power?

What was the situation with this immense Spiritual Power?

"Sorry," Shi Nian said with an apologetic look at everyone, and then, Spiritual Power suddenly enveloped everyone except for Yun Jian and Lu Zhuoyan.

In just a few breaths, the Spiritual Power disappeared.

The disciples were momentarily dazed.

Then, someone spoke angrily, "The actions of the Demon Clan are utterly inhumane."

"That’s right, this area is still under the jurisdiction of the Righteous Alliance! We must report this matter immediately, the Alliance will surely step in."

"Indeed. The reconstructed images by Sister Chen are evidence; let’s see how the Demon Clan tries to wriggle out of this."

The crowd was talking heatedly, not a single person mentioned the abnormality of the Jiuli Sword or the sudden use of immense Spiritual Power by Shi Nian.

Yun Jian was stunned for a moment, looking at Shi Nian.

Shi Nian transmitted her voice to him: "Third Senior Brother, I’ll explain later."

Yun Jian nodded almost imperceptibly, no longer asking questions.

But he had an intuition.

Little Nian’s actions must have something to do with the abnormality of the Jiuli Sword.

What on earth happened with the Jiuli Sword?

This village was now empty.

The gathered individuals had no mood to linger, yet the anger in their hearts was suppressed within them.

Han Peirong followed behind and naturally witnessed the scenes of the Demon Clan slaughtering the Human Clan.

"Peirong, what’s wrong with you? Why have you been clenching your fists the entire time?" Chen Feng couldn’t help but ask.

Han Peirong was startled for a moment, before she realized that she had been clenching her fists tightly all this time.

She gradually loosened her grip.

Between her fingers, blood was trickling down.

She had been gripping... too hard.

"Peirong? What’s wrong with you?" Chen Feng frowned: "Since your return, those people have been constantly shouting about how the Demon Clan must be killed and how detestable they are, it’s been deafening. And now, even you seem off."

Han Peirong suddenly looked up at Chen Feng: "The Demon Clan, shouldn’t they be killed?"

Chen Feng was taken aback for a moment and then laughed: "I’ve heard. Isn’t it just a few mortals that were killed? I know you’ve always been soft-hearted. This time, you’re probably feeling empathy for them. But the world is inherently full of suffering; what significance does the life of a mortal have? At best, it’s just a few decades of spring and autumn. Whether they die today, tomorrow, or a few years later, what big difference does it make?"

Han Peirong stared at him: "You and I, we’re also from the Human Clan."

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow: "From the Human Clan, yes. But not that kind of Human Clan. We possess Spirit Roots, and through ultimate cultivation, we can move mountains and seas, we can live forever. To put it bluntly, we and those mediocre mortals are already different. Don’t think of them as your kin; treat them as a kind of lower species. That way, you won’t have so much anger."

Chen Feng believed he was comforting Han Peirong.

The next moment.

Han Peirong raised her hand and fiercely slapped him.

Chen Feng was stunned, looking at Han Peirong with disbelief: "Are you insane?"

"We do not plan together if we are not of one mind." Han Peirong said coldly: "From now on, we take separate paths and stay out of each other’s affairs."

"Han Peirong!" Chen Feng widened his eyes: "Have you lost your mind?"

"I was once blind. But I won’t be blind forever." Han Peirong said softly: "Chen Feng, you think you’ve transcended the common folk, but I am still a person."

She turned around and resolutely walked away.

Chen Feng’s face darkened as he couldn’t help but curse at Han Peirong’s retreating figure.

In the room.

Lu Zhuoyan repeated to Yun Jian what he had previously said to Shi Nian.

"Shi Nian has already erased the memories of the others. You should also be more cautious in your actions, lest the matters of the Jiuli Sword are discovered by the Demon Clan." Lu Zhuoyan said, glancing at the Jiuli Sword as if unintentionally.

The Jiuli Sword was sentient; it seemed to have sensed something, and its originally blood-red blade also returned to normal color.

Lu Zhuoyan couldn’t help but smile slightly.

This sword, because of Yun Jian’s anger towards the Demon Clan, had finally developed a Spiritual Sense.

If it grows in the future, that would truly be a Demon Slaying Sword.

Suddenly, Lu Zhuoyan felt the impulse to divine Yun Jian’s future.

But then.

Remembering the secret hurt he suffered from divining Shi Nian’s future, which had yet to heal.

Lu Zhuoyan could only suppress this thought for the time being.

"Jiuli." Yun Jian gently caressed the sword’s blade: "You really understand my thoughts. In the future, it’ll be just you and me with our swords, on the battlefield, slaughtering the Demon Clan."

Yun Jian’s tone did not have much fluctuation, but it contained a stubborn determination.

In the depths of Shi Nian’s eyes, a trace of worry was hidden.

With the Third Senior Brother’s temperament, he probably wishes to be stationed on the battlefield in the future.

But the battlefield is no safe place.

Considering the Third Senior Brother’s character.

It’s either rise to the top.

Or fall from grace.

There is no third path to tread.

Shi Nian respected Yun Jian’s choice, but still couldn’t help but worry.

Yun Jian suddenly thought of something, and he looked up at Shi Nian: "Shi Nian, how were you able to control such overwhelming Spiritual Power at the end? And when did you learn the Secret Skill of erasing memories?"

Shi Nian could not help but cough lightly.