CXnovel Chapter 273 Four stunning beauties stood behind him; his senior sister drew her sword.
Chapter 273 Four stunning beauties stood behind him; his senior sister drew her sword.
Qin Wanzhuang had just calmed down the turbulent true energy within her body caused by unleashing the Burning Heaven Sword Qi.
She didn't even have time to clean the tiny speck of dust that usually clung to the hem of her robe.
The second senior sister, who has always had severe mysophobia, was acting strangely at this moment.
His chest was still rising and falling slightly, and his fingers gripped his sword tightly.
She slowly turned her head, following Xie Buci's eerie and suggestive gaze.
Those eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent during the battle just now.
At this moment, they are like two peerless, unsheathed blades.
His gaze swept over the four stunningly beautiful women behind Mo Chengyue.
The first person she recognized was Yu Jianhuan, the venomous beauty from Yulin Peak who had always been at odds with her.
The two had engaged in numerous open and covert struggles within the sect over the interests of their respective mountain peaks.
Her gaze then fell upon Lin Miaoyin, the aloof and superior Saintess of the Joyous Union.
That iconic rosewood pipa was simply too conspicuous.
Qin Wanzhuang's gaze continued to move backward without pausing.
Although she didn't recognize Su Qingying, who held a green longsword and had a cold demeanor.
She had never seen Jin Qiaoqiao, the one with the colorful ahoge on her head and the arrogant look in her eyes.
However, relying on the extremely keen intuition of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.
Qin Wanzhuang clearly sensed the two women's stunning beauty and unfathomable depth.
A sword intent that is both clear and sharp.
Another one possessed an aura of immense power and nobility.
What's most fatal isn't their identity or strength.
The way the four women stood behind Mo Chengyue had an inexplicable and strange quality to it.
That was definitely not the kind of wariness and distance that comes between temporary teammates.
Rather, it is a sense of belonging that develops through long-term interaction and in-depth understanding.
This intense visual and psychological impact transformed into a raging storm.
It instantly shattered Qin Wanzhuang's usual pride in her composure and self-control.
The unspoken seeds of emotion sown during the Apocalypse Trials are now consuming her reason with a frenzied backlash.
Her breathing involuntarily became somewhat heavy.
She has always believed in the true meaning of swordsmanship, and she despises romantic relationships with anyone other than those related to training and killing enemies.
Until her junior brother, who always silently supported her from behind, came into her view.
That strange feeling hidden beneath the strict upbringing was carefully concealed deep within her heart.
She thought Mo Chengyue was just a blockhead who was obsessed with survival and knew nothing of romance.
But what does this mean now?
This piece of wood not only has women around him, but there are four of them at once.
Each one of them, taken individually, is a force to be reckoned with in the cultivation world, capable of causing countless geniuses to break their heads.
Why do they have the right to stand behind him with such an air of entitlement?
What exactly did they go through with him to develop such a familial understanding?
A strong sense of possessiveness and a bittersweet feeling she had never experienced before churned violently in Qin Wanzhuang's chest.
Qin Wanzhuang made no unnecessary movements.
She raised her right hand, which was holding the sword.
That slender sword, still dripping with the warm blood of a righteous cultivator.
It drew a chilling arc through the air.
The sword tip pointed steadily and without the slightest tremor at Mo Chengyue's nose.
The chilling sword energy, only three inches from his skin, made his nose sting.
There was no anger or questioning in her voice.
This extreme repression is actually quite chilling.
It's like the suffocating silence of the last second before a summer storm completely hits.
"Mo Chengyue".
"Who are they to you?"
Why am I by your side?
The moment Qin Wanzhuang uttered those three short sentences.
The air on the plain was still carrying a slight breeze.
It was forcibly drained by an invisible force and completely lost its ability to flow.
Yu Jianhuan stopped her alluring fingernail playing and a hint of mockery appeared in her peach blossom eyes.
Su Qingying's fingers silently tightened around the sword hilt, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged outwards.
Jin Qiaoqiao narrowed her bewitching phoenix eyes, scrutinizing the woman who dared to point a sword at her long-term meal ticket.
Lin Miaoyin's slender fingertips held the pipa strings, the power of the sound waves contained within them but not released.
The four women all turned their gazes to Mo Chengyue, who looked utterly dejected beneath the sword tip.
Behind a broken rock at the very edge of the battlefield.
Junior Brother Wenren Ji silently untied a rough storage bag from his waist.
He pulled out a large piece of an unknown, dried animal leg that emitted a strange meaty aroma.
He leaned his slender body against the ancient sword, which was taller than himself.
The crunching sounds of chewing were exceptionally clear on this battlefield where you could hear a pin drop.
The eyes beneath her bangs, which had always seemed indifferent to everything, were now shining.
He stared intently at the standoff in front of him, even slowing down his chewing.
Even the two junior disciples who were still looting the corpse noticed something was wrong.
Mo Chengyue swallowed hard, instinctively trying to force a harmless, mercenary smile.
He was used to using this seemingly harmless disguise to get by and avoid unnecessary trouble.
When he met Qin Wanzhuang's eyes, which were filled with suppressed complex emotions, all his wishful thinking vanished instantly.
Those eyes burned with a fury powerful enough to destroy reason, as if they were about to go berserk and kill at any moment.
Mo Chengyue, amidst this murderous aura, soberly realized that the crisis before him was a hundred times more deadly than when he had faced fifty Core Formation cultivators.
Having mastered the survival rules of the dark forest, Mo Chengyue's eyes slowly rotated half a circle, casting his gaze towards the upper left.
In that direction, leaning against the air, was Xie Buci, the senior disciple of Qingquan Peak, the man who always loved to tease him.
Mo Chengyue blinked frantically, trying to send a distress signal.
He began a furious, tearful outburst in his mind.
"Senior brother, for the sake of our fellow disciples, you must lend me a hand!"
"I've been helping you cover up your visits to brothels, so I guess I've done you a favor, even if I haven't done anything particularly meritorious."
However, the man with his half-open robe did not stand up to speak out for justice; instead, he swiftly unfolded the gilded folding fan in his hand.
The fan perfectly concealed the lower half of his dashing and unrestrained face, leaving only a pair of peach blossom eyes full of teasing and anticipation.
Xie Buci watched the spectacle below with an air of nonchalance, his attitude of being completely uninvolved was utterly infuriating.
He even went so far as to mouth four words to Mo Chengyue in a rather unethical manner.
"May you have good fortune."
Mo Chengyue's breath hitched for a second, and in his mind he cursed the old man who had refused to help him for eighteen generations.
"You just wait, Xie Laoliu. Once I get through this, I'll hang all your erotic pictures on the gate of Qingquan Peak."
As a top sword cultivator at the peak of the late Core Formation stage, Qin Wanzhuang's five senses far surpass those of ordinary cultivators.
She took full view of Mo Chengyue's little attempt to ask for help from outside.
The nerves that were already stretched to the limit by the appearance of these four stunningly beautiful female cultivators were now deeply stung by their perfunctory and evasive attitude.
Qin Wanzhuang's dark outfit fluttered in the wind, and the blood jade adorning her high ponytail reflected an eerie light.
Her wrist trembled slightly, and the slender sword moved forward a fraction of an inch.
The chill emanating from the sword's edge climbed up Mo Chengyue's nasal bridge, freezing the expression on his face.
The icy voice echoed across the scorched plain, each word carrying undisguised resentment and accusation.
"Look at my answer, have you picked up Xie Buci's bad habit?"