3755-chapter-317
Chapter 317
Lu Wanxing, having trained on her own for many years, could clearly feel the intense killing intent coming from behind.
She was about to turn and counterattack when suddenly, an unfamiliar force gripped her arm.
It was Lin Xun, who frowned and pulled her behind him.
He then stepped forward and used the remnants of his spiritual energy to block a fire attack.
“Still trying to act tough?”
Liu Xiuyuan, who had somehow climbed up from the ground, his face covered in blood and too weak to stand properly, sneered, “You don’t have much strength left in you, do you? We’re both at our limits… but a sword cultivator without a sword—how much fight could you possibly have left?”
Lin Xun said nothing, his pitch-black eyes betraying no emotion.
He wasn’t wrong.
Without his sword, there was no way Lin Xun could last five rounds against Liu Xiuyuan.
“So what if you have the bloodline of the Dragon Palace? In the end, you’ll end up just like Wen Hemian—crushed beneath my feet like a worthless scrap!”
The more Liu Xiuyuan spoke, the more excited he became. “Wen Hemian hasn’t wielded a sword in years, and your senior brother is immobilized far away. I’d like to see what you can do tod—”
His words froze before he could even finish the sentence.
The sound in his throat was abruptly cut off, turning into a strange, bubbly noise.
It was incredibly awkward.
Can someone explain to him…
Why that shabby-looking girl… just pulled a glowing white sword out of her storage pouch?
Lu Wanxing, wide-eyed, clutched the sword, looking at him somewhat blankly.
“A sword? You mean this?”
Liu Xiuyuan: …
He felt this was absurd.
Completely ridiculous.
But that wasn’t the most ridiculous part.
A flash of golden light shone from her storage pouch, and out fell another sword.
And then swords started pouring out, one after another, like an unstoppable stream, forming a small mountain of blades.
Every single one was of remarkable quality, each more valuable than the last.
Liu Xiuyuan: …
F*ck.
Liu Xiuyuan was so furious that his mind went blank.
Momentarily forgetting his villainous role and the tense situation, he trembled and spoke in a shaky voice, “I need an explanation.”
“Well, I’ve been running through the desert for a long time, looking for my brother,” Lu Wanxing scratched her head.
“And I often find abandoned artifacts out here, so I collected all of them. I planned to return these relics to the various sects once I found my brother and left Pingchuan Town.”
That’s why she hadn’t sold off the incredibly valuable sword, despite living frugally.
Liu Xiuyuan’s eyes reddened with anger, his expression completely out of control.
Qian San, lying on the ground, sprang up like a startled fish, his eyes wide as coins.
“You didn’t sell them? None of them? So what’s all that shady business you’ve been doing with strangers?”
“Aren’t there often families looking for lost relics and remains?”
Lu Wanxing glanced at him.
“If I find something, I return it to them.”
“And, and, and,” one of the bandits panicked, “why didn’t you tell us?”
“Would anyone have believed me if I did?”
Lu Wanxing raised her chin at them, her expression a mix of pride and indifference.
“I know what I’m doing. Do I need to jump through hoops just to gain your approval?”
When she was younger, she had tried explaining.
But people’s prejudices were hard to change.
No one believed her brother had truly died in the desert.
No one believed that a traitor’s family could be kind-hearted.
And no one believed that, faced with such valuable relics, she wouldn’t be tempted.
It was their bias, but they made her bear all the consequences.
Every time she tried to explain the truth, it only led to heartless ridicule and scorn.
Eventually, Lu Wanxing grew tired of explaining.
Sometimes a playful smirk and a few dismissive words were far easier than painstakingly defending herself.
She remembered what her father and brother had told her—to be a good person all her life—and that was enough.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t pity me—I always tune out the town’s gossiping people, like frogs croaking away.”
Lu Wanxing ignored the hesitant expression on Lin Xun’s face, planted her hands on her hips, and glanced at the pile of swords on the ground, exuding boldness.
“Come on! Pick one, any one!”
Liu Xiuyuan: “Haha.”
Liu Xiuyuan: “Big sister,Big Brother please… go easy, no face hits.”
Despite his earlier displays of grandeur, Liu Xiuyuan didn’t have much left in him either.
As someone who knew how to read the situation, he quickly surrendered, promising to spill everything he knew.
“What? You want to know the demon cultivators’ plan? I don’t know either!”
He trembled with pain, surrounded by the bandits, shaking in the sea of muscles.
“They only told me to take care of you all here—oh, right! I overheard them talking about someone named ‘Pei Ji’!”
Pei Ji.
Lin Xun frowned.
“If their target is Junior Brother Pei, why did they abduct Senior Sister?”
“…Perhaps because they wanted to lure him out, so they took Ning Ning on purpose.”
Wen Hemian pressed his fingers to his brow, his expression still clouded with worry.
“The Two Element Dust Formation is formed from the spiritual energy and blood of righteous cultivators. If the demons are acting now, it means there’s already a flaw in the formation. To expand this flaw and destroy the formation—”
He paused, his tone darkening.
“They’ll need extremely strong demonic energy.”