allonlinenovel Chapter 127 That Day
Chapter 127 That Day
That's a familiar move. I remember Chen An used this trick when he defeated Lu Yin not long ago.
As the protagonist of the book, Qingyue is naturally harder to kill, but why does she have something given to her by the system?
Could this be the heroine's charm?
Chen An's gaze grew colder and colder, and his determination to get rid of Qing Yue became stronger and stronger.
He reached out and grasped Qingyue's hand where she had vanished, then brought his hand to his nose, the scent traveling from his nose to Chen'an's heart.
It's a feeling that's both familiar and strange, a feeling that's quite uncomfortable.
But Chen An liked this feeling very much. It was precisely because of this unpleasant smell that he could better identify the real Qing Yue.
The scent still lingered on my fingertips, seemingly invisible yet constantly stimulating my nerves.
A dense, stinging sensation burned through every inch of my skin, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace.
Soon, we had reached two-thirds of the way up the ridge.
The same scene, the same Qingyue, appeared before me once again.
Fu Gui frowned and said in a low voice, "It's fake."
Chen An understood what it meant; Fu Gui was saying that there was no need to waste any more effort.
But Jia Qingyue's blank gaze was like a sharp blade, slowly piercing her heart, causing excruciating pain.
Being betrayed by someone you trust—that hurts so much.
With a wry smile, he punched the fake Qingyue in the face.
As expected, the fake brain exploded and turned into mist.
The body also crumbled and disappeared without a trace after the head shattered.
Chen An thought he would feel better after the fake one died, but he didn't.
The hatred surged ever stronger, churning and pressing within his chest, with a hint of breaking free from its restraints.
Why am I getting angrier and angrier, and why can't I control myself?
Amidst a mix of emotions, a gentle voice appeared.
[I remember the host is usually very clear-headed and won't let anger cloud their judgment.]
Yes, she is very clear-headed; even her hatred is a clear-headed hatred.
Seeing the worried expressions on Mu Jingtai and Fugui's faces, Chen An realized that someone had set something up, and that it was only aimed at her.
Who could it be? Who else but her knows Chen An so well?
After a careful examination, Chen An blurted out, "There is a formation here, set up by Qing Yue. It can cause one's blood to rush to the head. If it cannot be broken in time, one will be doomed and fall into the demonic path forever."
The two formations were used ingeniously, and the hidden formation was extremely vicious. But it was precisely this kind of formation that was the best, and it was incredibly useful for dealing with enemies.
By the way, the two are now enemies.
No matter what the present is like, the days we spent together were real.
How could Qingyue, who was setting up the formation, forget that she understood Chen An, and Chen An understood her too?
It's such a pity. It was just a tiny bit short, just a tiny bit more, and Chen An would have been doomed. But Qing Yue failed.
In an instant, Chen An broke the mind-altering formation, but he felt no sense of accomplishment, only a strange feeling in his heart.
It wasn't sadness, nor was it regret; it was like being fed something disgusting, stuck in my throat, neither going up nor down, extremely uncomfortable.
No, why do this? Such pain is just torturing myself, torturing myself for the sake of a traitor. It's not worth it.
With a cold snort, Chen An mocked himself.
The changes happen in an instant, and it is not difficult for cultivators to perceive them.
Fu Gui and Mu Jingtai exchanged a glance and were relieved to see that Chen An was no longer controlled by anger.
Chen An gave them a faint smile, intending to say something inspiring, but the commotion around him made him swallow his words.
With a slight twitch of his ears, Chen An pinpointed the source of the sound. Before the person could react, the ebony sword struck the red-clad figure in the distance without warning.
The tree trunk was shattered, and a beautiful figure appeared. Just as Chen An had expected, it was Qing Yue, unlike the others he had encountered before. This was the real Qing Yue.
With sharp eyes and a rosy complexion, she looked very happy.
She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of pleading: "You can't go up the mountain."
That's hilarious, the funniest joke Chen An has ever heard.
If she can't go up the mountain, why did she come here?
After scrutinizing Qingyue with his domineering mental power, Chen An's expression darkened further.
Compared to before, Qingyue's abilities are now almost the same.
To make such progress in just half a month is truly remarkable; he is a genius.
As expected, the female lead is amazing; she's invincible even without the system's support.
Mu Jingtai had already mobilized all his cultivation power, ready to fight her to the death.
His iron fist cracked as he desperately suppressed the urge to kill Qingyue with a single punch.
If Chen An hadn't previously instructed him to find out the truth so that his master could rest in peace, he would never have tolerated it, never.
"You wretch, I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Quickly explain why you killed my master, and then you can go on your way."
The angry shout echoed throughout the entire mountain, and the domineering rebuke forced Qingyue to recall what had happened that day.
Chen An disliked mind-reading abilities and rarely used them after becoming powerful.
She felt that everyone has selfish motives, and there was no need to be like a maggot in the dark, eager to explore everyone's heart in order to determine whether she was loyal.
But for her, all principles only apply to friends.
This tactic is most suitable for dealing with traitors and enemies.
With a thought, she saw everything in Qingyue's heart.
That day, the sounds of fighting from the Yihe Sect woke Qingyue up.
She had taken care of Jian Huanzhen all night, and had only just closed her eyes when she was too exhausted to move.
But the sounds of fighting in the distance grew clearer and clearer. When he extended his divine sense, he saw a fierce battle.
Not only to help Chen An, but also to protect the Yihe Sect that she had worked so hard to build, Qing Yue got out of bed and quickly tidied everything up.
As he left, he casually tossed out a formation, allowing Jian Huanzhen to hide.
No one but her could find her child.
Even if they lose the battle, it won't be discovered by others, allowing innocent children to lose their lives in vain.
With her cultivation level, even if she couldn't kill her opponent, escaping wouldn't be a problem.
The light at the cave entrance was a bit dazzling. Qingyue let out a long breath and made her decision.
She walked firmly to the cave entrance, but a disgusting sound came from behind her.
"So cute...our child."
His neck was stiff, and he turned his head with difficulty. It was his former apprentice, the child's father, Jian Yunzhou.
Standing there blankly, my mind seemed unable to think, and seeing old friends again filled me with overwhelming sorrow.
Two streams of clear tears flowed down her cheeks, like spring water seeping from the depths of her eyes, accumulating more and more until finally bursting forth.
Her lips trembled for a few seconds before Qingyue rushed over and snatched the sleeping Jian Huanzhen away.
"You are not allowed to touch him."
While holding the child in one arm, she didn't forget to give Jian Yunzhou a push.
This was a silent cry from a desperate mother, which angered Jian Yunzhou, who appeared calm on the surface.
He staggered a couple of steps but regained his balance and easily appeared in front of Qingyue, who had escaped to the cave entrance. With a single forceful movement, he grabbed the hand that had just pushed him and was now holding the sword.
He channeled his spiritual energy, and the emerald sword fell to the ground.
With a loud crash, Qingyue's face turned deathly pale.
Overwhelmed with resentment, she refused to admit that her arduous training these past few days had not allowed her to catch up with Jian Yunzhou.
She was clearly exceptionally talented, and she trained diligently day and night, yet the person she defeated was the one she hated to the core.
She couldn't think of any other word besides "fate playing tricks on us".
Jian Yunzhou admired Qing Yue's desperate eyes, a hint of relief appearing in his own.
This woman fled Black Fiend Peak with her child; she deserves to be taught a lesson.
I remember when Qingyue left, she half-squatted in front of him, who was seriously injured, and coldly scanned every inch of the knife wounds on his broken body, telling him in a leisurely tone.
"You are a monster, a monster with blood on your hands. You are willing to betray even your own family and friends. You have no humanity whatsoever."
"I curse you, not only for myself, but also for those who trusted you and were betrayed by you. I curse you to live a life of loneliness and resentment, and to fall into the deepest hell after death."
Her almost manic laughter distorted Qingyue's features, but even so, Jian Yunzhou still thought Qingyue was extremely beautiful.
He looked at his lover, raised his longsword high, and brought it down hard, his mind filled with thoughts of whether he was going to die.