Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 162: Qiu Ruo
After the arrival of Pang Yiting and the Purple-Blue Twin Swords couple, Sun Zhe's side experienced a significant boost in strength. Although Zhao Ang and his companions could not participate, their side also had five Thunder Lord Experts, matching the opposing side. Particularly, the combined power of the Purple-Blue Twin Swords was nearly on par with that of a Thunder Lord master.
However, the five members of Yukong were not to be underestimated. The two elders from Yuling Sect were both at the mid to late stages of Thunder Lord cultivation, surpassing most others in terms of cultivation level. The strange aura emanating from Yukong was also quite terrifying. Han Xinrao, being Pang Yiting's senior sister, naturally possessed strength that was not inferior to Pang Yiting.
The most formidable presence was Yan Ji, who wielded the Snow White Longsword. Once both swords were drawn, he was enveloped in a Black and White Aura, causing his momentum to rise dramatically. Even the originally confident Purple Sword Man couldn't help but furrow his brow.
Five against five, each one a powerful figure in the Realm of the Thunder Lord. An energy storm suddenly swept through the entire building, and the previously noisy Hero's Tower fell eerily silent. At that moment, even the sound of a needle dropping could be clearly heard as everyone focused intently on the dozen or so individuals in the Arena, their eyes filled with anticipation.
"Thud thud thud..."
A series of chaotic footsteps echoed as several people descended from the fourth floor of Hero's Tower.
"Purple-Blue Twin Swords, Iron Staff Takeda, Sun Zhe ranked seventy-eighth on the Star Ranking List, Yukong ranked forty-ninth, Yan Ji ranked thirty-seventh, along with two Courtesans from Hua Qing Sect, Han Jie and Pang Jie. I didn't expect such a gathering of heroes at Hero's Tower today..."
Before they even appeared, a clear voice suddenly resonated throughout the hall. The voice was not loud but reached every person's ears distinctly, sending a slight tremor through their hearts as if a drum had been struck, causing the gathered momentum to momentarily falter.
"Sound Wave Resonance. Hmph! Which friend upstairs is speaking? Please come down and meet us!"
Yukong's body trembled slightly as his gaze sharpened; he immediately recognized the origin of this technique. Hearing this voice made him realize that it was also a young person coming down. He couldn't help but coldly call out.
Not only he but everyone present cast unfriendly looks toward the staircase leading to the fourth floor. Although ordinary people could not enter the fourth floor, it did not mean that those inside were necessarily powerful; it merely indicated that they had some background. However, most of the dozen or so people present also had some standing themselves. The audacity of this person to obstruct them piqued their curiosity about his identity.
"Are you one of Hua Qing Sect's Courtesans?"
Looking at the ethereal Pang Yiting beside him, Zhao Ang immediately smiled and leaned closer to ask, but his eyes could not hide the surprise.
Although Hua Qing Sect is not a Sixth-Rank Sect, it is the only Fifth-Rank Sect on the continent that can rival a Sixth-Rank Sect. The sect is composed entirely of women, and Hua Qing Sect only recruits those with exceptional talents, which has resulted in the number of disciples never meeting the requirements of a Sixth-Rank Sect. However, the strength of the sect is not inferior to that of a Sixth-Rank Sect.
The so-called Courtesan refers to the most beautiful and talented woman among this generation of disciples, symbolizing status within Hua Qing Sect. Almost every generation's leader of Hua Qing Sect is succeeded by a Courtesan.
Pang Yiting was about to respond when, at that moment, someone descended from the fourth floor of the pavilion, capturing everyone's attention.
The first to appear was a young man wielding a folding fan, dressed in an elegant purple brocade robe. His long black hair flowed neatly down his back, and he wore a faint smile that exuded an effortless charm, giving off a refreshing aura. This was the same man who had just silenced the crowd.
The second person was also a young man, clad in a black tight-fitting outfit that radiated an icy demeanor. His coldness was different from that of Yan Ji; while Yan Ji's coldness was one of aloof indifference, his was ruthless and unfeeling. He descended from the pavilion without even glancing at those present and stood beside the Purple-Clad Man, casually stroking a Crescent Moon Blade in his hand.
Next came two stunning beauties walking hand in hand. On the left was a White-Clad Woman, exuding an air of haughty elegance, clearly belonging to a noble lineage. On the right was an enchanting woman in a green long dress, her lips curled into a gentle smile that captivated hearts.
What drew the most attention was not just her charming expressions but her extraordinary light blue hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. Coupled with her graceful figure, she was utterly mesmerizing; her clear eyes resembled autumn waters, and her delicate complexion was as pure as cream. Even the nearby White-Clad Woman seemed slightly overshadowed by her ethereal presence.
At the moment this woman appeared, Sun Zhe suddenly trembled, instantly falling into a daze as if countless thunderous sounds echoed in his mind. His eyes sparkled with disbelief.
It wasn't that Sun Zhe had never seen beautiful women; he had encountered many—like the proud and aloof Zhuang Ruoxuan, the gentle and warm-hearted Shen Yan, and the lively and charming Pang Yiting. Not to mention the alluringly glamorous Han Xinrao. Each of these women could be considered stunningly beautiful in their own right. However, what truly moved Sun Zhe was that familiar face.
“Qiu Ruo!”
Tears streamed down his cheeks unconsciously as he slowly stepped forward amidst everyone's astonished gazes. He paid no heed to Yan Ji, who stood in front of him, nor did he show any awareness of potential ambushes. He seemed to be on the brink of collapse; if attacked at that moment, he would have no strength to resist.
The lips had cracked and bled without him realizing it, and his whole body trembled slightly, but within those Jet Black Eyes shone an incredibly excited light.
"You are not allowed to bully Qiu Ruo!"
A boy stood in front of three or four other boys of the same age, arms outstretched, fiercely protecting a Blue-haired girl behind him, shouting defiantly.
...
"Brother Sun Zhe, why are you so nice to Qiu Ruo? They all say Qiu Ruo is a monster, that Qiu Ruo killed her parents. Aren't you afraid of me..."
Looking at the boy's injuries, the girl's face was filled with tears, rain mixing with her sorrow as she asked with a heart full of pain.
"I... I don't know... My mother said girls shouldn't be bullied... And also... your hair looks really nice..."
Hearing the girl's voice, the boy, only seven or eight years old, suddenly blushed deeply. He completely lost the fierceness he had when standing up for her and shyly avoided looking at her. After a moment of hesitation, he finally managed to say something.
"Hehe... then when Qiu Ruo grows up, can she be Brother Sun Zhe's wife? Let's make it a promise..." With a bright smile on her face, like sunshine after rain, the sadness instantly vanished as the girl happily spoke.
"Okay."
After a while, the boy finally mustered the courage to utter a word, but by then his face was already completely red.
"Qiu Ruo, I have already paid my respects to the teacher. The teacher is very kind. I am ready to study hard and take the imperial examination, so that in the future, I can marry you in a grand manner. I cannot let you suffer alongside me..."
"But... Sun Zhe brother, if you follow the teacher to study, won't you be unable to accompany Qiu Ruo in the future?"
Unknowingly, the girl from back then has grown into a graceful young woman. Her long blue hair is stunningly beautiful, and standing there with her lively demeanor, she has already begun to show the shape of an extraordinary beauty.
"Silly girl, Qiu Ruo is my treasure. How could I not accompany her? It's just that there will be less time."
A large hand unceremoniously stroked her exquisite Lavender Hair, speaking indulgently, which drew a peal of silver bell-like laughter from its owner.
...
"Sun Zhe brother, my fate is predetermined; I only have seven lives left. Can I marry you today?"
The now breathtakingly beautiful Qiu Ruo stood before Sun Zhe, two clear tears hanging on her face. Her appearance was heart-wrenching, yet deep within her eyes lay profound reluctance.
...
On the plains of the Desert, a lonely Tomb sits here. Upon closer inspection of the tombstone, a line of chaotic large characters is inscribed above:
Tomb of My Deceased Wife, Qiuruo
A young man in tattered clothes leaned against the tombstone, his face haggard, and his eyes filled with a thick Death Qi. The entire person seemed to be on the brink of death, likely to pass away at any moment.
"Qiu Ruo, Brother Sun Zhe is here to accompany you. You won't be alone on the road to the underworld. I specifically chose this plain, so that no one will disturb us here anymore." The words murmured from his lips were like a nightmare, and the colors in his eyes gradually faded away. After days without food, the mortal body ultimately could not withstand the call of death.
"Sigh... why go through this? I advised you back then; you were not suited for each other..."
With a sigh from the Aged, a White-Clad Elder suddenly appeared. With a wave of his right sleeve, he took the young figure, who was lying on the ground and barely alive, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared from the spot.
...
"Qiu Ruo, is it really you?"
Staring blankly at the identical beauty before him, Sun Zhe's eyes sparkled with a hope he had never felt before. He never expected that the deceased Qiu Ruo could come back to life and stand before him once again. Could it be that everything was destined by the old master, allowing him to be reborn in Thunder Continent and then returning the taken Qiu Ruo to him?
He had never felt such gratitude toward the old master before; he never imagined that such an arrangement would be made. Since he could find Qiu Ruo again, what did it matter if he died a few more times?
"Qiu Ruo, this time please don't leave again, okay?"
Caught off guard, her delicate hand was suddenly grasped by Sun Zhe. A feeling she had never experienced surged into her heart, but this man before her was someone she had never seen!
Comment 0 Comment Count