latelenovela Chapter 465: The Clouds Clear and the Sun Rises
Chapter 465: The Clouds Clear and the Sun Rises
At the edge of this Shura field where blood and flesh were flying everywhere, a thin figure was frightened by the tragic situation of his companions and retreated repeatedly, his back hitting heavily against the cold stone pillar.
His name is Ah Qi. Before he joined Xuanyin Sect, he was just a timid country boy. He was abducted because of his aptitude.
He had never actually killed anyone, and only did the lowest chores, for which he was bullied.
At this moment, looking at the hellish scene before him, seeing those who had bullied him lying in a pool of blood, seeing those fanatical faces shouting "Traitors must die", a huge fear and a long-suppressed grief and anger burst out of his throat:
"I...I also want to live an upright life!"
This hoarse shout was as faint as a mosquito amid the deafening sound of fighting.
However, fate seemed to hear his humble plea, or perhaps mock him.
A sinister black light, coming from a demon cultivator so bloodthirsty that he no longer distinguished friend from foe, shot straight into his heart like a venomous snake! The speed was too fast, the angle too tricky, and Ah Qi had no way to avoid it.
He closed his eyes in despair. Time seemed to be stretched and thickened under the shadow of death.
A revolving lantern flashed rapidly in the darkness: the quiet fields of his hometown, the blurred but warm smiling faces of his parents; the cold iron chains and the hideous faces of the demon cultivators when he was abducted; in the dark and damp corners of the Xuanyin Sect, he was whipped all over his body for refusing to participate in the "blood meal"; he was mocked and beaten by his fellow disciples for being "cowardly" for countless days and nights... Those humiliations, fears, and unwillingness instantly drowned him like a cold tide.
If there were an afterlife... If there were an afterlife... He only wanted to be an ordinary person, working from sunrise to sunset, even if he was poor and humble, but he could stand upright in the sun, without blood on his hands, without fear every night...
The expected sharp pain piercing through the heart did not come.
"Pfft!"
A dull sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh was heard at a very close distance, accompanied by a short, miserable howl.
Ah Qi suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw that the demon cultivator who wanted to kill him had a long sword shining brightly stuck between his eyebrows!
The sword was as clear as autumn water, flowing with a pure and sharp cold light. Strands of sword energy were escaping from the wound, instantly freezing the remaining ferocity and astonishment in the eyes of the demon cultivator.
The body fell limply, raising a small cloud of dust.
A figure, like a startled wild goose tearing through the dark sky, brought with it a cold gust of wind and landed steadily half a step in front of him.
The man had his back to him, his posture straight as a pine tree. His blue shirt, stained with dust but still able to conceal his elegance, fluttered in the turbulent air flow, outlining his slender waist.
The ink-like black hair was blown up by the wind, brushing across the clear and precise side profile. The jaw line was taut, revealing an inviolable cold and hard arc.
He did not exude a domineering aura, but instead had a deep and solemn air, like the frost and snow that never melted on the mountaintops all year round, pure and cold, with a sense of purity that cleansed the world's filth.
Just standing there was like an invisible barrier, separating the bloody and chaotic Shura field behind him from the small world he was protecting.
Ah Qi's heart seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and then it began to beat wildly, almost breaking his chest.
He stared blankly at the figure so close at hand, as if a god had descended from heaven, and at the clothes and hair fluttering in the wind, which seemed to carry some kind of holy halo, branding itself directly into his chaotic and desperate heart.
A clear and calm voice, yet one filled with undeniable power, reached his ears clearly, drowning out all the surrounding noise and howling:
"Well."
"From now on, I will live an upright life."
The moment the words fell, the tall figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, and without hesitation rushed into the even more chaotic battle group ahead.
The green shirt turned into a sharp stream of light. Wherever it passed, the filthy demonic energy melted like ice and snow. The out-of-control monsters screamed in fear. The chaotic fight seemed to be thrown into the sea by a magic needle, and suddenly a clear line of order appeared.
He did not look back, leaving behind only a resolute and powerful back.
Ah Qi knelt there blankly, his fingertips unconsciously touching the still warm blood drops that splashed on his face - that was the enemy's blood.
He looked at the figure that was forging a path forward in the chaotic demonic tide, his ears ringing with those brief yet weighty words. A scorching heat suddenly rushed to his eyes, blurring his vision.
The surrounding noise was like a torrent that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly breaking through the dam, violently hitting his eardrums, and pulling him back from the huge shock and trance.
He looked up blankly, and then he realized that the battlefield, which was originally filled with deafening cries of killing and chaos, had strangely stagnated at this moment!
Those demon cultivators who were just biting each other and firing spells were like being frozen by invisible ice. Countless eyes were focused in the same direction - focused on the figure who had just killed the attacker and was about to rush into the battle again.
Countless pairs of eyes were wide open, filled with astonishment, disbelief, and more complicated emotions.
"Fuguang-kun?!"
I don't know who it was, but the first one to shout out this name, which was well-known even among the lower-level demon cultivators, with a sharp scream that broke his voice.
The brief silence was broken in an instant, not by the roar of battle, but by countless shouts that were distorted by extreme shock and carried huge tremors, like exploding thunder, chaotic yet extremely clear.
Like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, it instantly detonated the dead silence!
"Lu Wensheng?! Why is he here?!"
“It’s Shelu Daojun’s disciple! Oh my god, she… is she here too?!”
"Discipline Hall! Are the people from the Discipline Hall here too?! It's over..."
Panic spread rapidly among the demon cultivators like a plague.
For the demonic cultivators of Xuanyin Sect, this name, this title, is no longer simply described as "the pride of the righteous path".
It represents a terrifying embodiment of absolute order, a sword of judgment hanging over their heads that could fall at any time!
Lu Wensheng's "reputation" among the demon cultivators has long surpassed the ordinary fear and reached the level of "being terrified at the mention of it".
This was not only due to his prominent status as the leader of the Wenxian Sect and a disciple of Jun Ning, but also due to his battle records that were as scorching as the sun melting snow.
He once broke into the demon cave stronghold single-handedly, and wherever the sword flashed, the demonic energy dissipated like boiling soup poured on snow; he once beheaded people in the midst of thousands of troops, acting decisively and fiercely, leaving no room for maneuver.
Especially Zhou Yuan’s severed arm - that protector who was also ranked among the most famous in the sect, had become Lu Wensheng’s “living signboard” since he escaped with his arm broken.
Zhou Yuan spent the whole day holding a lifelike portrait of Lu Wensheng that he had obtained from somewhere, cursing and swearing everywhere in the sect, telling everyone he met about the pain of his broken arm and how hateful Lu Wensheng was.
This endless "propaganda" and the scene where the demons plan to "fight and fail again and again".
Lu Wensheng's handsome yet murderous face, his iconic clothes, and the title "Fu Guang" were deeply imprinted in the minds of every Xuanyin Sect demon cultivator, becoming an indelible nightmare.