Chapter 845: Chapter 16: The Ruthless Woman
In this world, there really is no such thing as luck.
What must come, will always come.
Gongcheng Qingyang’s eyes revealed a few traces of powerless sorrow, yet there was also a hysteria born from despair.
His expression was grave and cold, his voice lowered as he said, "Though we will certainly not be Yang Family’s match, since they are so aggressive, even if it turns us into tribulation ash, I will not let the Yang Family leave easily."
"I have the same intention. I only hope Qing Wan can persuade that Zhou Zheng to leave with her, to leave this troubled land."
Gongcheng Diewu murmured softly to herself.
"Placing hope on that waste to come to his senses is no different than dreaming. I know Qing Wan’s departure is your wish, but this time, you might truly be seeing wrong. Zhou Zheng, this person, will never achieve anything. The fate of the Zhou Family people as ants will not change at all!"
Gongcheng Qingyang smiled self-deprecatingly, although his tone was very certain, his words carried no trace of disdain, instead only an unspeakable sorrow, a sense of shared despair due to the once powerful Zhou Family’s current plight.
Gongcheng Qingyang’s words cast a shadow over Gongcheng Diewu’s lively eyes. Although from the bottom of her heart she knew Zhou Zheng was not Zhou Yan, never was, yet she always found shadows reminiscent of Zhou Yan in this youth, and she still harbored some hope for him.
But now, Gongcheng Qingyang’s words ruthlessly shattered her last remnants of hope.
Her expression was indifferent, and she said, "Even if there’s no change, I’ve already done my best. If that’s the case, one can only say that Wan’er’s fate is unfortunate. Qingyang, you needn’t say more on this matter, since the Yang Family is here to kill, we will face it head-on. Such a thing as selling my daughter for my own peace, I, Gongcheng Diewu, cannot do."
Gongcheng Diewu’s voice was not loud, but these words were emphatic and forceful.
This statement also quenched Gongcheng Qingyang’s impulse to rebuke.
He moved his lips but eventually gave up on sighing or ridiculing, leaving only a heavy sigh.
As the two spoke, only a moment passed. In that moment, the Snow Cold Sword Sect faced a siege by a large group of people.
The Sect Protection Array of the Snow Cold Sword Sect, derived from the remnants of the Yaochi Sacred Land’s protection array, although strengthened with a few elders from the Yaochi Ancestral Land aiding its repair, and the alteration of Plane descending rules increasing its power, yet ultimately, the Snow Cold Sword Sect was a restart, shallow in foundation, and the Sect Protection Array was not enough to withstand such a vast and complex chaotic assault.
With just one round of attack, the Sect Protection Array of the Snow Cold Sword Sect instantly shattered, leaving the solitary sect exposed to all the Yang Family cultivators’ eyes.
All the Yang Family cultivators wore dark green robes, with the women in green-purple Ni Chang dresses, the men displaying robust physiques and boundless murderous aura, while the women carried a charming, alluring, seductive air.
After breaking through the Sect Protection Array of the Snow Cold Sword Sect, these cultivators did not continue to attack, instead all stood still, forming a lineup like soldiers, as if to welcome someone’s arrival.
Indeed, in just a moment, a crimson satin-like red cloud path appeared above the snow void, and from the sky, a faint fragrant mist wafted in all directions.
Behind the fragrant mist, there arrived a red-clothed woman riding a Nine-Colored Divine Phoenix, descending to the sect’s Forbidden Space Domain like a fairy visiting the mortal world.
"Welcome, Fairy Liuying."
A group of Yang Family cultivators bowed deeply, kneeling and kowtowing in worship of the void.
"Hmm, all of you may rise."
The red-clothed woman ’Liuying’ waved casually, emanating a pleasing faint fragrance, yet carried a commanding aura that silenced rebellion, causing any evoked emotions of Seven Emotions and Six Desires to be stifled.
"Fairy Liuying, this old man has already nullified the Yaochi Sacred Land’s residual array, you may proceed."
An old man in a dark green ancient robe stepped forward, gazing up at the void, respectfully speaking.
This old man had only one leg, he was crippled, yet without legs he appeared extremely profound and unfathomable, his strength extraordinary.
Though such a character, when facing the red-clothed woman, dared not even breathe more heavily, exhibiting an extremely humble status.
"I am aware, Elder Liufa, step back."
The red-clothed woman nodded indifferently, lightly gesturing, allowing the one-legged elder to retreat respectfully, then she gazed calmly toward the sect domain of the Snow Cold Sword Sect, softly saying, "Butterfly Dance Fairy, come out and meet."
"Yang Liuying, it seems you’ve grown rapidly..."
After Fairy Liuying spoke, Gongcheng Diewu and Gongcheng Qingyang together flew out from within the Snow Cold Sword Sect.
Beside them were six aged elders of the Snow Cold Sword Sect, these were cultivators from the former Yaochi Sacred Land who had not been slain by Jiang Tianling or perished in the Plane rules’ test, regarded as senior figures of great power.
But these elders, when facing Yang Liuying, no longer showed expressions of mere unpleasantness, instead reflected despair.
"Liuying, sister, are you here to kill us personally?"
Gongcheng Qingyang gazed intently at Yang Liuying, his face showing a trace of pain.
"Gongcheng Qingyang, our relationship, has long been severed. Liuying sister, such appellations have long become past. What I owed you, has already been repaid thrice with life-saving grace. You saved me once, I repaid thrice, our accounts are settled.
This time, if you cannot bear it, you may leave. In consideration of the past, I can spare your life, but there will be no next time."
Yang Liuying coldly looked at Gongcheng Qingyang, her words, although still gentle, were incomparably cold, colder than the icy snow.
"Haha, promises of eternal love are merely a joke. Had I known, I wouldn’t have survived alone. Once, the Fairy Fengyum Yan I liked, without even a chance to confess, had her heart stolen by Emperor Qi Sword Body Zhou Yan, unyielding unto death. Now, you whom I liked, yet for Wanling Clan’s Gles, regard me as nothing. Is it that because I’m not Gles, I lack the qualification to have you see me differently?"
Gongcheng Qingyang laughed madly, but tears of red flowed from his eyes.
They were blood tears, neither merely tears nor blood.
Only those who love deeply can shed blood tears.
"Prince of Glais, even in outside planes, can be considered a top figure, you should not be deluded. As for Zhou Yan? He is already a dead man, a piece destined for destruction, there’s no need to mention him."
Yang Liuying coldly stated, her attitude becoming increasingly detached.