I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 72
byI have one bar of blood left
Bai Chengying’s words were like a drop of oil falling on a dying fire, instantly lighting up everyone’s eyes.
The greed in everyone’s eyes is about to burst out. At this moment, life and death are as light as a feather. The only top priority is to capture Qiu Yin’an and carve up Jiuling Mountain.
Bai Chengying slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips lightly brushed the sword’s edge. He sighed and said, “Yin’an, I can’t help it. You are too stubborn. You can’t listen to anything I say, so I can only make you the defeated one, so that you can listen to me.”
Although this was not the first time Qiu Yin’an saw Bai Chengying’s extremely paranoid appearance, when he stared at Bai Chengying’s face, he still couldn’t believe that the man he once called Chengying’s eldest brother had really become so crazy and disgusting.
Forget it, the brotherhood of this life ends here. He wants to get rid of Bai Chengying, he must get rid of him.
But now the men sent by Qiu Yin’an have not found the whereabouts of Yao Ye and his siblings. Bai Chengying has hidden the people too secretly, so before starting the fight, Qiu Yin’an must find out what happened to Yao Ye and the others.
Qiu Yin’an asked sharply: “How are Yao Ye and the others doing?”
Bai Chengying laughed loudly. He opened his arms and shook his shoulders to show Qiu Yin’an the helpers behind him. “You can’t protect yourself now, so you are still thinking about them?”
Bai Chengying smacked his tongue with pretense of regret: “However, since you want to know, I will tell you that the two of them ran around on their own and accidentally fell into the hands of the witch cultivator. You also know that there is an old grudge between them. Yao Ye is more temperamental than you. He might be killed by the witch cultivator in just a few words. If they die, you can’t blame me.”
Hearing that the Yao Ye siblings had fallen into the hands of the witch cultivator, Qiu Yin’an’s tense heartstrings relaxed a bit. The witch cultivator had always wanted to seek peace with him, and he knew that he and Yao Ye were brothers and sisters, so the Yao Ye siblings were definitely safe now, and they were only afraid that they would become bargaining chips for the witch cultivator in the future.
Qiu Yin’an flipped his wrists, crossed his swords in front of his chest, and was ready to attack, “It’s better that the person is not hidden by you, lest you die and I can’t find the person again.”
A morbid obsession appeared on Bai Chengying’s face. He licked his lips gently, “I’m so fascinated by your unabated arrogance even in the face of disaster.”
“Disgusting.” Qiu Yin’an replied with two words. He tilted his head slightly and glanced outside. The night outside was dark, and there was no trace of the elders rushing back. Although he had a soul-protecting lamp that could give him tremendous spiritual power, his opponent was Bai Chengying, the most outstanding person in the world of cultivation, and other top masters from various sects. Qiu Yin’an could only pray that the elders would come back soon.
Qiu Yin’an took a deep breath, and slowly opened his stance with his swords. He raised his eyes and scanned everyone’s faces, and warned everyone present in a calm voice: “You dare to break into Xuanji Pavilion without permission, and you are already against me, Qingxuan Peak. If you can wake up now, I will spare your life.”
Bai Chengying chuckled softly, “Since they are standing here with me, they have already staked their fortunes and lives on this game. Do you think they still have a way to turn back?”
Bai Chengying raised his sword and looked at Qiu Yin’an with determination, “Today you are destined to be defeated by my sword.”
He ordered, “Come on.”
In an instant, the flash of swords and shadows were like hundreds of meteors streaking across the sky at the same time.
Everyone surrounded Qiu Yin’an, raising their swords and activating their spiritual power to attack Qiu Yin’an.
Qiu Yin’an’s body turned sharply, his steps moved around in this small area, and the two long knives in his hands danced like phantoms, swirling around in the airtight offensive, without giving up any momentum.
The sound of gold and iron clashing was deafening. The sword in Qiu Yin’an’s left hand had just blocked the oncoming long sword, and the sword in his right hand was about to resist the sound of sword energy coming from behind his ears.
Throughout the room, sword lights crisscrossed, like a golden net, trying to capture Qiu Yin’an, the lone tiger.
Although the soul-protecting lamp increased Qiu Yin’an’s spiritual power several times, Qiu Yin’an’s spiritual power was not always inexhaustible. He dealt with the fierce attacks of many masters at the same time, and his spiritual power was consumed as quickly as water bursting from a dam.
The most magical function of the soul-protecting lamp is the seal, but these monks with orthodox spiritual roots, unlike beasts, cannot be selected by the soul-protecting lamp.
At present, Qiu Yin’an has fallen into an absolute disadvantage. Looking at the entire battle situation, there is no chance of winning.
And indeed it is.
After a long confrontation, Qiu Yin’an’s hand holding the knife was numb from the shock. He held back a few tremors. At this moment, Bai Chengying seized the opportunity and stabbed Qiu Yin’an’s head half a finger’s width below his mouth like a fierce snake.
The cold sharp blade pierced the flesh and blood, and Qiu Yin’an screamed in pain. Before he could retreat, the sword was pulled out mercilessly by Bai Chengying, taking his bright red blood with him.
This time, Qiu Yin’an almost knelt on the ground in pain.
Before Qiu Yin’an could take a breath, the second sword penetrated his body again with the force of wind and thunder. He could clearly hear the sound of the sword grinding against his ribs.
Bai Chengying must hate herself to death.
Qiu Yin’an couldn’t hold it back and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
“Are you convinced?” Bai Chengying stepped forward, pinching his neck and asked.
There was no pity in his eyes, only the desire to devour people, “Was I good to you in the past? Qiu Yin’an, you tell me.”
Qiu Yin’an was in terrible pain and couldn’t speak for a moment. Bai Chengying was angry and stabbed him again, “Speak.”
An ordinary monk with this kind of ancient artifact would die if struck by a sword. Qiu Yin’an hasn’t gone to the West yet, all because of his deep cultivation and some luck.
Qiu Yin’an was already numb to the pain of the third sword. The sword was thrust in and pulled out. During the whole process, Qiu Yin’an only twitched his eyebrows twice.
Now, Qiu Yin’an’s only way out is to say a few soft words and suffer less. But Qiu Yin’an, as Bai Chengying said, is too stubborn.
Seeing that Qiu Yin’an was sweating in pain and he didn’t say a word, Bai Chengying squeezed Qiu Yin’an’s neck harder. He couldn’t express the anger he had been feeling for a long time.
“Do you know why my heart was damaged in the first place? It’s not like outsiders know, I didn’t agree to break the barrier of your Xishan Palace, but because Chenliang asked me to join forces with him to deal with you. He wanted to turn you into a useless person and give it to me to let me handle it. I didn’t answerYing, I think you are such a high-spirited person, and if you really lose your cultivation, you will be more miserable than death, so Chenliang got angry and asked me to give back what I learned from him, so I sacrificed my heart and made peace with him, but what about you?What did you do to me?”
Bai Chengying opened Qiu Yin’an’s neck. Regardless of Qiu Yin’an’s blood-red body, he still shook Qiu Yin’an crazily, who was slightly unconscious. “You are mixed with Wan Qiongju, and you are so good to him, so who am I? He took away my pill to repair my meridians, and you favored him and only tried to stall me. Qiu Yin’an, why can’t you see my efforts? Are you worthy of me?”
Bai Chengying pushed Qiu Yin’an excitedly. Qiu Yin’an was in too much pain and could not support his body, so he let Bai Chengying push him to the ground.
“I feel sorry for you that your heart has been damaged.” After the severe pain, his consciousness suddenly returned, Qiu Yin’an lay on the ground, and uttered these words with difficulty from the corners of his lips.
I never thought about breaking my promise.
Qiu Yin’an couldn’t speak the second half of the sentence, and a large mouthful of blood was like a spring, gurgling out.
In fact, what he says now is no longer important to Bai Chengying. He doesn’t care. He just wants Qiu Yin’an to become an item within his reach.
Bai Chengying looked down at Qiu Yin’an, “I used to do everything for you, but you just didn’t like me. Now I’ve seen through it. Only by destroying you can you be mine. I don’t care whether you are a living person or a corpse.”
Bai Chengying knelt down and rubbed Qiu Yin’an’s face and lips with his four fingers. That was the place he had never touched after years of crushing on her. “You see, what I did was right. You are so honest now, and you won’t say so many words that I don’t like to hear. You can finally belong to me.”
Bai Chengying picked him up from the ground. Until now, he has never been so close to Qiu Yin’an.
Qiu Yin’an felt that his life was being withdrawn from his limbs and bones, and his five senses were gradually weakening. The curse of short life had been broken. He thought he could stay with Wan Qiongju forever, but he did not expect that he would end up dying young.
Just before he completely lost consciousness, a heartbreaking cry penetrated his eardrums.
“Master——”
Qiu Yin’an turned his eyes with difficulty. He saw Wan Qiongju running towards him, followed by Jian Fan.