Chapter 259 Mu Sanniang Sheathes Her Sword
After continuously fleeing for a whole day and night, Chang Hao finally stopped. He turned around and saw the young girl who had spoken. Uncharacteristically, she wasn’t by the young man’s side but was alone. She was holding a bronze mirror larger than her head, muttering softly to herself in words only she could hear. “Stupid mirror, stupid Chen An, what’s so great about him…” Chang Hao was stunned for a full three seconds before finally reacting, his eyes widening as he shouted, “Get out of the way!” The situation was urgent, and he didn’t have time to ask why the girl was here, so he could only warn her first. However, he was still a step too late. The monster, comparable in height to a five or six-story building, had already reached the girl’s back. Its colossal size and the terrifying sounds it made as it moved shook the very ground, and its overwhelming shadow cast a sense of despair. Its stone arms, as thick as several people, whistled through the air. Chang Hao couldn’t stop it and could only grit his teeth and watch. A pang of regret flashed through his heart. If he had known that young man was so useless, he should have forcibly taken Junior Sister Lin away. Everything happened in an instant, leaving him no time to think too much; he could only blame the situation on that inexplicable young man. Junior Sister Lin chose to believe you, and now you’ve abandoned her?! However, the scene of the girl being smashed into a paste, which he had expected, did not occur. Chang Hao was stunned. The impact of the scene before him was far more intense than if the girl had been turned into a paste. He unconsciously let go of his hands, his pupils dilated, and his expression was one of extreme shock. His two junior disciples fell straight to the ground, crying out in pain. Chang Hao snapped back to reality but paid them no mind, continuing to stare blankly ahead. In his eyes, the monster that was utterly impossible to defeat was now kneeling on its knees, its vast body prostrate like a mountain that evoked sighs of admiration. Atop the mountain’s peak stood the girl, as elegant as ever. Her lips parted slightly, as if reciting some extremely mysterious incantation. The bronze mirror was held in her palm, her ponytail had come undone at some point, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying with the wind. Her simple, pale green daoist robe only accentuated her pure and transcendent beauty. The world seemed to fall silent all at once. In a daze, the girl seemed to overlap with her gentle and peerless Master. “So beautiful…” Chang Hao murmured. … … Half an hour later, at the entrance to the Spiritual Ruin Secret Realm. After a surge of spiritual energy, a large group of people who had entered the secret realm earlier emerged. However, they were all wounded to varying degrees and looked quite disheveled. But at least, they had managed to cling to their lives amidst that desperation. With this thought, people’s gazes turned to a certain young girl. Her figure, like a deity descending from heaven, had truly intimidated everyone. If it weren’t for this girl’s intervention, they would likely all have perished in the secret realm, either becoming nourishment or being assimilated one by one. Saving so many people should have been a cause for happiness for Lin Jingqiu. However, because the Kunwu Mirror refused to acknowledge her, the girl couldn’t help but feel a bit down. But regardless, this trip to the secret realm had ultimately ended without major incident. They had also obtained the “Spiritual Ruin Diary” and a large number of spiritual herbs and materials that were now priceless. She and Zheng Qing had no strong feelings about these, but Chen An seemed completely uninterested and casually gave them to them. The girl’s contemplation was interrupted by a soft question. “Xiaoqiu, what did you see in the mirror world?” Lin Jingqiu was startled. She turned and saw that her Senior Sister Zheng Qing had somehow appeared beside her. … … … Time rewound to half an hour earlier. Mount Longhu, Heavenly Master’s Mansion. A full three days had passed since the incident at the Spiritual Ruin Secret Realm. The commotion caused by this accident had alarmed all the high-ranking officials. For these three days, Mount Longhu had handled the matter with special urgency and had even sent people to the Old Ancestor’s Cave Mansion, hoping to enlist his help. After all, in the perception of the world, a Foundation Establishment ancestor was the strongest in this world, and if even he was powerless, then they could only resign themselves to fate. However, the course of events was always unpredictable. The solution provided by the Old Ancestor was to ask for help from someone. This answer greatly exceeded their expectations. What kind of person could make the Old Ancestor use the word “ask”? Some were puzzled, while others understood. When the news reached the hall of the Heavenly Master’s Mansion, the elders from various sects and factions couldn’t sit still. But the first to lose his composure was the leader from the island nation. He was a gloomy middle-aged man, dressed in a black formal suit typically used for sacrificing to gods, slightly resembling court attire. After first cursing vehemently at the old Heavenly Master and Meng Mao in his native language, and seeing that no one responded, he began to curse in broken Chinese. His shrew-like demeanor made everyone else in the hall frown. Because some of Mount Longhu’s own disciples were involved in the incident, it was naturally not a conspiracy targeted at them, as he claimed. “How laughable! You people have the audacity to call yourselves a great nation, yet you’re now orchestrating such a shameful conspiracy. Aren’t you just afraid that my Fujino clan will steal your thunder?!” The man’s incessant ranting echoed through the hall. He continued to speak to himself, then, recalling the scene released before the roulette shattered, he changed his tune and cursed, “And that young man, how could he ignore the trial and directly enter the final core area? Do all of you here truly believe it was solely due to his own abilities?” “Nonsense!” “He’s merely relying on his status as the host country to cheat unscrupulously!” The man grew more furious as he spoke, veins bulging on his forehead and his face contorting. He cursed, “Utterly shameless! A bunch of useless people!” As he uttered these last words, Meng Mao, who had been ignoring him, finally turned his head and looked over. His gaze held a hint of mockery, and also pity, as if he were looking at a cold corpse. However, the man interpreted it as his scolding of the young man having an effect, and his expression brightened considerably as he continued to shout, “Shameless Chinese! What kind of look is that?!” As he spoke, a powerful and strange aura suddenly emanated from his body. Realizing that the spirit of the乞佑 god had successfully possessed him, the man became increasingly arrogant. He was certainly not a fool; daring to be so brazen on Chinese soil, he naturally had the backing to support him. “Protected by the great Amaterasu…” The man’s triumphant voice abruptly stopped. A streak of sword light had, in an instant, pierced his throat. His proud Amaterasu seemed so pale and powerless at this moment. Thick, crimson blood spurted from his neck. His head was severed with a single stroke. The head rolled onto the ground. Its eyes were wide, and its pupils were already beginning to lose focus. Before his consciousness finally dissipated, he heard a cold female voice. “Noisy.” Mu Sanniang sheathed her sword. The entire hall fell into dead silence. A friend’s book, if you’re interested, check it out. It’s a fantasy novel. (End of this chapter)
