Chapter 1141: Chapter 872: The Girl Who Rides the Wind and Waves (Part 3)
Zhao Changhe drinks heavily.
Ling Ruoyu coldly says: “Behind the Heavenly Demon Association, it’s truly demons like you. What exactly is your purpose?”
“Originally, we only wanted the Dragon Sparrow, but after this day and night, we realized Miss Ling herself might not be inferior in value to the Dragon Sparrow.” The man laughs slyly: “Since that’s the case, Miss Ling, co with us.”
With his words, Ling Ruoyu suddenly grunts, her sea of consciousness roils, her Spirit Platform in turmoil.
At her level of cultivation, facing a spiritual invasion is beyond her capabilities, making her susceptible to control, not to ntion this demon before her might be in the Imperial Realm.
Yet Zhao Changhe glances sideways while drinking, with no intention to offer assistance.
The man’s demonic Qi invades Ling Ruoyu’s sea of consciousness, initially thinking victory was in hand, but is startled to see a blazing sun hanging high in the Nine Heavens, shining upon the world.
Sunlight as scorching as Sword Qi, myriad rays sweeping in, the invading demonic Qi under this terrifying sun is like a tiny ant invading a vast ocean, instantly shattered into pieces, leaving not a shadow behind.
Yue Hongling sent disciples fresh out of seclusion to the worldly society, how could she possibly offer no protection? A strand of Sword Qi lay in ambush in the sea of consciousness, any co in the Imperial Realm could only be shredded.
Simultaneously, this reserved Sword Intent perfectly corresponds with the Sunrise Reflected in Water which Ling Ruoyu just realized, her Spirit Platform roils, the breath of heaven and earth surges in, the Secret Treasure’s acupoint suddenly breaks.
A scorching Sword Qi bursts out, like the midday sun, illuminating the canal.
“Clang!” The longsword pierces into the evil demon’s body, the man screams, a strand of demonic Qi leaves his body, fleeing quickly.
“Stay here.” Suddenly a woman steps water coming, holding a cloth bag, swiftly catching the demonic Qi with it, skillfully tying the bag’s opening closed.
Just exhausted her energy spirit to unleash the strongest Sword Move of her life, Ling Ruoyu collapses at the ship’s bow, seeing the woman stepping water with ease, reveals a relieved smile: “Chief Historian, it’s good you ca… I, I have no strength left…”
Zhao Changhe spits out a mouthful of wine in surprise, you called her what?
The “Chief Historian” lands at the bow, but does not praise Ling Ruoyu’s remarkable deeds, her beautiful eyes like daggers, only glancing at Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe looks at her strangely.
The two stare, wide-eyed at each other for a while, then the Chief Historian suddenly hops, furious: “There is a great demon right here, why is no one capturing him, allowing him to sit here swaggering so?”
Ling Ruoyu is taken aback: “Is there so misunderstanding, this senior helped a lot, how could he be an evil demon?”
“I say it is so!” The Chief Historian in fury: “With your Sword Heart, can’t you sense that he is a lustful demon?”
Ling Ruoyu shakes her head: “Can’t sense it.”
The Chief Historian grabs Zhao Changhe’s collar: “You dare covet her, have you no sha? I’d beat you to death I…”
Before the words are finished, her waist is held tightly, her whole body pulled into an embrace closely.
Ling Ruoyu dumbfoundedly watches the Chief Historian admired by all being held in one’s arms like a child, struggling and thrashing, it’s a scene like falling into a dream.
In broad daylight, the Ancient Senior bows to gently kiss the Chief Historian’s face, softly whispers at her ear: “When did I covet her… right now I’m coveting you.”
Ling Ruoyu stares at the Chief Historian’s face turning bright red, her struggling gradually weakens, increasingly showing signs of wanting to refuse but welcoming. Then her small mouth quirks, seeming about to cry: “You just bully , you only know how to bully , wah wah wah… I don’t want you, don’t want you!”
Ling Ruoyu is stupefied.
What kind of demon’s heart-bewitching technique is this, how did it turn the representative of the Pri Minister’s order, and full of dignity scolding countless heroes making them dare not raise their heads, Bao Qin, into this?
Also, didn’t this man say he was fond of my master, yet this?
Zhao Changhe is saying: “I truly didn’t do it on purpose… anyway my fault, however you scold I’ll accept it.”
Bao Qin just cries.
Zhao Changhe awkwardly glances at Ling Ruoyu, whispers: “I have a lot to ask you too, can we go into the cabin and talk, okay?”
Bao Qin sniffs without answering, then is carried directly into the cabin without suspense, looking just like being eaten up on the spot but obediently.
The river wind howls, Ling Ruoyu shivers, feeling the demonic invasion might have indeed affected her, why does the world suddenly seem dreamlike.
From afar, Yangzhou seems already visible.
If no accident occurs, Marquis Wu should be reaching Yangzhou for contact, this journey of sailing against waves and overcoming obstacles seems about to be completed.
But… the girl looks back at the river, suddenly feeling this journey might be sowhat short?
Yet forgot she is blood-stained, all the dicine given by the senior already taken.
The sky lights up again: “Ling Ruoyu protects the sword southward, challenges the heroes. With the power of one sword, battles in twenty-seven rounds, often in situations of fighting many with one, a Human List level fight. In this fight, six renowned figures from Qingxu, Huaiyang underground were injured and fled, over thirty dead, blood stained the canal, directly reaching Yangzhou.”
“Ling Ruoyu broke through a hundred battles, stepped into the Secret Treasure. The Heaven and Earth Bridge, thus opened.”
“Human List eighteen, Ling Ruoyu.”
Within a day, from the Hidden Dragon List straight to Human List eighteen, the worldly society’s manifestation the girl wanted shocked the world more than her master back then, making a na overnight.
A thousand miles away, in the Great Desert. Yue Hongling cuts off an Exotic Beast’s neck with a sword, turns south.
“For the sake that you can still teach disciples… this thirty years of anger is forgiven. But don’t just use her for fishing, haven’t you noticed, she’s not suited for such manifestation?”
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