Chapter 162: Chapter 143: Qing Jun, Let’s Go Chapter 162: Chapter 143: Qing Jun, Let’s Go Lingfei smiled beautifully like a blooming flower.
Gazing southward.
It felt as if the mountain ranges and seas separating them were rely within sight.
Her beloved was right before her eyes.
Almost everyone watching her in this pose hardly doubted whose silhouette filled Lingfei’s eyes and heart at that mont.
However.
In a Heart Lake Lotus Pond unknown to others.
A vibrant Qinglian, originally swaying gently, began to sway more and more intensely.
Within the Lotus Pond.
It was as if a silent storm was rampaging in all directions.
A Qinglian, a pool of silt, two Flying Swords.
All were affected by the storm, none spared.
The deep black silt, like fine sand, accumulated deeper and deeper, subrging the lotus roots.
The Flying Swords, originally half-buried in the silt, now showed less and less of their blades as the silt piled up.
Lingfei gazed at the distant mountains, her smile unchanged.
Jiang Chebai’s face was stiff, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at the woman who had never once noticed him.
Suddenly.
Jiang Chebai took a fierce step forward, gritting his teeth, his smile trembling, and forcefully squeezed out a sentence.
“I don’t believe it! Where is that man?”
Lingfei ignored him.
Jiang Chebai’s pale face twisted in an instant.
He suddenly roared, “Where is he?”
His roar resonated throughout the venue.
Lingfei’s delicate body suddenly tensed.
Though it was only for a fleeting mont before she returned to her previously joyous deanor.
But.
Jiang Chebai had still keenly caught that brief mont of slip.
He burst out laughing, “It’s all fake! All of it! He’s not by your side, he doesn’t exist! Or maybe he never loved you!”
Upon hearing these words.
Lingfei’s breath hitched, her pretty face turned pale, and her delicate body couldn’t stop trembling.
The pain that had been suppressed in the depths of her heart night after night for over half a year, like wine that could not be contained in a cup, spilled over.
Lingfei couldn’t hold back anymore.
He was her nightmare, her lifelong nesis, a wound at the very heart that might never heal…
Lingfei’s eyelashes trembled, “No, it’s not true, he just has things to do and isn’t by my side, but he has always, always been there…”
Yes, he has always been in her heart.
Zhao Rong, who used to bully her, must now be in his hotown in the Southern Tranquility State.
But.
The other, mischievous and playful, who occasionally found her annoying yet still smiled and held her hand, Rong’er, was still lingering in her heart.
Her heart was very small.
Very, very small.
It only had room for one person.
And that person always occupied that spot and refused to leave.
She hated him to death.
Lingfei’s chest heaved violently, as she tried to calm herself, “My husband will soon co for , he’s on his way, get lost now!”
But although Lingfei tried to endure, her voice still carried a trembling undertone, and her tensed body occasionally quivered.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Chebai beca even more convinced of his judgnt, his face breaking into a smile, his tone “persuasively coaxing”:
“Lingfei, don’t deceive yourself, he simply doesn’t care about you, you just got married this year and are already separated, does he even think of you at all?”
Lingfei suddenly turned around, her eyes wide with anger, “Shut up! Shut up! He’s not here, and you will never get in either!”
She clutched her chest tightly, as if wanting to forever block that place, to forever imprison the person she detested inside.
Jiang Chebai laughed heartily, his voice loud and piercing.
And at this very mont.
In the Heart Lake Lotus Pond between Lingfei’s brows.
A sudden storm was becoming even more intense.
This Heart Lake Lotus Pond was a blessing of the Great Dao she acquired upon entering the Vast Realm.
It was considered the number one Class A Heart Lake Phenonon of this age.
Within it, two Lifebound Flying Swords were bred.
Both were Class A.
One blade, nad Childhood Sweetheart.
One blade, nad Green Plum.
Both possessing unique Divine Skills, yet the most mysterious aspect was the complentary nature of these Childhood Sweetheart and Green Plum, thriving together like fish in water.
This was her justification for her unrivaled Sword Dao Talent in Wangque Taiching Prefecture, the reason she was known as the top Class A Sword Immortal Seed.
Yet such a flawless foundation of the Great Dao.
Seed to especially provoke the jealousy of heaven and earth.
From the Sword Heart collapse earlier in the year that caused Childhood Sweetheart to fall from Class A Lifebound Flying Sword to Mortal Grade, destroying much of the Sword Immortal Seed.
To now, finally having managed to repair a little, this ti again her spirit was shaken, the storm wreaking havoc in the Heart Lake.
For a Sword Cultivator, it was simply too ghastly to behold.
The dim and lusterless Childhood Sweetheart, slantedly buried in the silt of the Lotus Pond, was about to be completely subrged by the silt.
The Class A Spiritual Flying Sword, once worthy of being archived in the three-foot section of the Taia Sword Pavilion, even though it had fallen in grade, still retained so of its spiritual nature.
All of a sudden, Childhood Sweetheart trembled slightly, perhaps making its final struggle, possibly calling out for help to its Green Plum, or perhaps saying its farewell?
But, Childhood Sweetheart was like a person half-sunk into a swamp, the more it struggled, the faster it sank.
And that vividly resplendent and enchanting Qinglian.
Was now like a candle in the wind, flickering uncontrollably.
But upon closer inspection.
It was discovered that the Green Plum inside was struggling frantically to break free.
The body of the lotus shook violently.
It seed as if in the next mont, the Qinglian would break, and the Green Plum would be free to go and save the Childhood Sweetheart with which it shared a birth, intimacy, and reliance on the Great Dao.
If Childhood Sweetheart was gone, would Green Plum still be Green Plum?
But.
Green Plum was still unable to break free no matter how hard it tried.
Because.
This lotus pond is the Heart Lake Lotus Pond, created by its owner as a prison drawn on land.
Jiang Chebai bent over, smiling as he did so, but gradually, he stopped.
He wiped his face, looked up at Zhao Lingfei, whose gaze was becoming increasingly dull, and said with a bitter smile in a gentle voice,
“Lingfei, tell , who is that man? I’ll find him. Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him, just as long as he leaves you for good.”
Zhao Lingfei’s pupils dilated suddenly.
She still clutched at her chest, her slender and tall body swaying as if about to fall.
Zhao Lingfei’s eyes drooped, her gaze vacant, and she murmured to herself,
“You, you can insult Lingfei, but not him… not him… Hee hee hee, but he doesn’t want anymore. He would probably be happy to let soone else have , right? But I won’t, I just won’t…”
A bright red “vermilion mole” suddenly appeared at the center of her pristine forehead.
As if dotted on by an eyebrow pencil.
But then.
The next second.
The “vermilion mole” fell from between her eyebrows, leaving a vivid red trace.
As if a beauty had mishandled the brush while drawing her eyebrows.
The red trace, winding tortuously, took a andering route.
Past the corner of the mouth.
Saring her lips.
Then pausing slightly at her sharp chin.
Drip-drop!
It stained her white clothes red.
“Not good.”
Ning Ying suddenly exclaid, her expression solemn.
“Sister Lingfei’s Sword Heart is unstable, there is a risk of Heart Lake collapse and lifebound Flying Sword degradation!”
Sword cultivators practice the sword with a pure mind, undivided, in a sense of simplistic thought, since they need to focus on the sword.
But this also leads to the generally obsessive character of sword cultivators, sticking adamantly to a single thought and easily becoming myopic, risking their Sword Heart.
The two people currently present were just such obsessives.
And the Sword Heart, mysterious yet profound, is akin to a kind of thought that directly affects the Lifebound Flying Sword and Heart Lake, which are the very foundations of a cultivator’s path in sword dao, critically important.
The people of Taiching Prefecture were instantly alard and hurriedly rushed toward Zhao Lingfei.
Jiang Chebai, who had been staring bitterly at Zhao Lingfei, was montarily stunned when he saw that streak of blood and then his eyes widened in horror, shouting, “Lingfei, no!”
The students of Taiching Prefecture: “Sister Lingfei, stabilize your Sword Heart, don’t do anything foolish!”
The surrounding cultivators also started exclaiming in shock.
“Stop her quickly, knock her out, we can’t let her have these thoughts anymore!”
“Go now…”
A crowd surged towards Zhao Lingfei.
So, like Jiang Chebai and Ning Ying, who had remarkable cultivation levels, had already reached Zhao Lingfei.
But then.
In an instant.
All those who got close were blown away.
It turned out to be a burst of silvery-white Sword Qi exploding out from Zhao Lingfei’s body.
Spreading like a large silvery moon casting its light.
For a mont, no one could get within a rod’s length of her!
A pairs of eyes widened in shock.
But before they could think further.
“Get lost, all of you, stay away, he bullied , and now you too want to bully ?!”
Zhao Lingfei’s voice was cold.
At this mont.
Inside her Heart Lake Lotus Pond.
A terrifying storm had already escalated to its peak.
The bamboo horse had stopped quivering, leaving only the last glimr of its sword body remaining.
While the devoted green plum was still relentlessly crashing against the Qinglian.
Only now, the light on its glorious sword body was gradually covered with dark spots, and its movents were becoming ever more sluggish.
Bamboo horse and green plum, existing side by side.
If the bamboo horse is destroyed, the green plum will no longer be green plum.
Zhao Lingfei foolishly admired this tragic scene unfolding within the Heart Lake Lotus Pond.
Finding it suprely beautiful.
The voices and actions of those unable to approach gradually faded.
She smiled slightly.
Her gaze starting to blur.
Suddenly feeling… very tired, wanting to fall into an unknown dream, to rest well for a bit…
At that mont.
Behind her, among the crowd, another man recklessly followed the crowd and charged towards the barrier of silvery-white Sword Qi.
He too was convulsing as he flew back.
Zhao Lingfei paid no attention whatsoever.
But.
When that man stood up again, staggering forward,
“Qing Jun.”
He said.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly shivered all over, not turning back.
Zhao Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
With steadfast steps, he charged again towards the silvery-white Sword Qi.
This ti.
There was not the slightest hindrance.
Zhao Rong pressed his lips together.
He walked forward.
Directly took her left hand.
Zhao Lingfei looked down blankly at the large hand that completely enveloped her delicate hand.
“Qing Jun, let’s go.”
Zhao Rong didn’t turn to look at her; he looked straight ahead, pulling her cold, trembling, delicate hand.
And walked forward.
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