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The scourge of a Sect's Destruction
”My Lady, they can guard no longer. They have already charged in. The Master have me to come here to tell My Lady to quickly take the young master and leave swiftly.”
”Exactly how many of them have come that they have forced us into such state?”
”There is... only one.”
”One?”
”Our Qing Yun Sect here have above a thousand disciples, just with the force of one person...?” Bai Rong stared in disbelief at the pale faced Qing Yun disciple before her who is among the disciples inside Qing Yun whom are known to be unwavering and st.u.r.dy. Even if it is among peers in the Xian realm they seldom have matchable opponents, when have they ever been as orderless? *Are immortals who were once Humans or Yao who have gained enlightenment.*
”Just which Yao is it, who dares to come against our Qing Yun Sect?” *Usually a.s.sociated with the negative side They are spirits from nature who have survived in their natural state for a long period of time and no can depart from that image. Like a fox who has gained a figure like a human.*
”No,... it is not a Yao...” The person has already been scared to the point of words coming out ununderstandable and his complexion has become pale as snow, with not a hint of blood flow. ”Not a Yao.”
”Could it be someone from the Mo realm?” *They are those who have completely crossed into the evil side. They can be born as Mo or could also be converted from a Humans or Yao.*
”It...is not that either.”
Bai Rong furrowed her brows, ”If not Yao, and not a Mo, it can't be a Xian could it?” *Xian are immortals who were once Humans or Yao who have gained enlightenment.*
”No. It is not. It is...it is......”
”It's alright.” To continue questioning this way, she would probably not get any sensible answers. Bai Rong had cut him off and raised her hand to call her sword. ”Our Qing Yun Sect, with a thousand year foundation, has always vanquished negative forces for justice. Everything done is to bring good to the six realms. How can we now bow our heads?” She says and starts to make her way out.
”My Lady!” The kneeling disciple is startled, seeming to have regained focus, he gets up to hold her back. ”You, you better leave quickly. The master has said, this is the end for Qing Yun Sect. If you and young master are able to escape than Qing Yun Sect will not be destroyed.”
”Ridiculous!” Bai Rong exclaims in anger. ”I, Bai Rong of Chiu Shui, am I such a person whom is afraid of death?” and tightens her hold on the sword in hand.
”Then...young master?”
Bai Rong hesitates for a moment and turns back to the right side to look at her eight year old son. Young and unaware of what is happening, the boy is staring at the two of them. On Bai Rong's face, the brief look of hesitant quickly pa.s.ses through and she furrows her brow. Her teeths clenched, she turns around to fly on her sword. She asks in a loud voice, ”Where is the Master now?”
The disciple on the ground is about to get ready to answer when an ethereal voice breaks in. It sounds to come from the far horizon, yet close to ear. Crisp yet clear like it can pa.s.s through all things.
”Here.”
As the voice comes down, what was an empty s.p.a.ce becomes filled with many floating flowers. Countless petals dance in the air. The Qing Yun xian mountain only has pine trees and which no flowers have ever been planted on before has now become a sea of flowers drifting in the air. One person slowly descends from the sky. Long hair black like ink, a long robe the color of blood comes into view.
This is an extremely beautiful woman. So beautiful that the surrounding heaven and earth is lacking in color. Not only heaven, but even among all six realms, would probably not find as beautiful a woman. Just with one glance, and can lose a soul.
Bai Rong who has no time to admire her beauty is staring unwaveringly at the woman's feet. She is barefoot and walking on air, one step at a time, descending from above as if walking on the ground. Under those pair of jade-like feet, just as she takes each step, a patches of red lotus would bloom.
Bai Rong becomes more clear. With over thousand disciples, why not one can stop her. Why her husband would want her to leave. Lotus blooming with each step, in all six realms, only one person would be so, she is not a Yao, not a Mo, and definitely not a Xian.
”You are of the G.o.ds, ....Chi Ji?” Her eyes become disheartened. If it was a Yao or Mo, she could try to fight, but she is among the G.o.ds who never appears. How ridiculous of her. By the G.o.ds wrath, in the halls ahead it is unlikely for there to be any survivors.
The person in front does not answer. The expression in her eyes is calm, like that of someone whose only pa.s.sing by. She is staring in this direction, yet, in her eyes there was not Bai Rong's reflection. With a movement of her hand, she brings out an object. The object rolls out and stops besides Bai Rong's feet, revealing a pair of bulging eyes on a horror strickened face.
”Husband!” Bai Rong cried out, picking up the head on the ground, and finally bursts into tears. Grief have caused her to forget her fears and with resentment in her eyes she stares at the person before her. ”Chi Ji! You are the revered G.o.d of the realms. Why must you act so harshly upon my Qing Yun Sect?”
Chi Ji remains unmoving as if not hearing her complain. Those expressionless eyes continue to carry no reflections. Lightly giving a glance, her ethereal voice is calm, ”those who dare offend the G.o.ds, should expect such outcomes.”
”Nonsense! My husband is honest and generous, respected among the immortal realm, and has never been to the Divine Mountain of the G.o.ds. How has he taken up the offense of offending you G.o.ds? Even if he has, why must you destroy our entire Qing Yun Sect?” Bai Rong argues in tears. Gently putting down the head in her hands and tightly holds her sword. Around her, many water drops gather together to become powerful weapons, this was Bai Rong's most powerful attack. ”Even if you are a G.o.d, today I must seek justice for my husband.”