“General Qianyu, a prodigy in the Moon Shine Realm at just two hundred years old, is a young and outstanding star of Langya Kingdom. His mastery of the Blood Wave Triple Blade technique makes him nearly unrivaled in his realm.”
“That maidservant is under the Sword Saint’s command. Do you really want to see her die?”
The ruler of Langya Kingdom gazed at the projection, narrating the scene while inquiring.
Meng Qingzhou smiled calmly and said, “At the critical moment, I will intervene.”
“Of course, if it comes to that, I will take your life beforehand. So, you’d better pray that my two maidservants can successfully break through this palace.”
Upon hearing this, the last shred of hope in the Langya ruler’s heart vanished, and his face turned extremely grim.
What kind of bandit logic is this!
You openly burn, kill, and loot in my home, right in front of me, and expect me to cheer you on?!
First, the Buddhist Kingdom oppressed him, chaining him like a dog at their gate.
Then, the Sword Saint threatened his life at any moment.
The Langya ruler was filled with regret. If he had known it would come to this, he would never have submitted to the Buddhist Kingdom. Not only did he gain nothing, but he also brought endless trouble upon himself.
Meng Qingzhou remained calm and softly said, “Don’t worry.”
“My maidservant is no ordinary person. General Qianyu may not be her match.”
In the original plot, Wu Die was an important supporting character in the protagonist’s group, a top-tier genius in the soul path.
She manipulated souls, walked the boundary of the undead, and was not bound by common sense.
Once someone lost their focus, even cultivators with higher realms than hers would likely suffer.
Even Meng Qingzhou wouldn’t dare say he could easily defeat Wu Die if they were in the same realm.
“Soul path cultivators are indeed rare, but I don’t believe she can defeat General Qianyu,” the Langya ruler scoffed.
Meng Qingzhou chuckled and said, “Heh heh…”
“Let’s wait and see.”
…
…
Wu Die handed the imperial edict to a eunuch, waving for him to pass it to Su Qingqiu.
The eunuch, with a vacant look in his eyes, obediently took the edict, then swaggered out of the Minister’s Office in front of General Qianyu.
“Greetings, General Qianyu,” the eunuch bowed.
“Xiao Liangzi?” General Qianyu clearly recognized the eunuch and frowned, “Tell me, who is in the Minister’s Office?”
The eunuch smiled slyly, “It’s a woman as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal. If the General wishes to see her, why not go in and take a look yourself?”
General Qianyu’s brows furrowed tighter. He silently gripped the long blade at his waist, staring intently at the familiar yet strange eunuch before him, and tentatively asked:
“A woodcutter at the dock wears a raincoat?”
“A shy wife hides in the boat,” Xiao Liangzi laughed, his laughter shaking like a blossoming flower.
Seeing this, General Qianyu felt a chill run down his spine. Without hesitation, he drew his blade and slashed.
A sea of blood surged, the blade light connecting heaven and earth, splitting the restrictive formations around the Minister’s Office in half!
Boom!!
Xiao Liangzi didn’t dodge, continuing to laugh. His laughter grew louder, the melodious sound drilling into General Qianyu’s ears, piercing his brain and soul, causing excruciating pain.
“What’s happening?”
“Why hasn’t the laughter stopped? Did my slash not kill him?”
General Qianyu’s vision darkened, becoming blurry, but the eerie laughter continued. He shook his head violently, and when his vision cleared, he looked down to find that his long blade had never left its sheath!
What’s going on!?
General Qianyu was horrified. He prepared to draw his blade again to kill the fake eunuch who failed the code, but he froze in place.
The eunuch had vanished, replaced by a seductive, voluptuous woman leaning lazily against the doorframe of the Minister’s Office. Her beautiful eyes half-closed, she looked like a dangerous Medusa, her pupils gleaming with a bloodthirsty red light.
“Illusion… or… soul control…”
General Qianyu silently recited a calming mantra, guarding his mind, drawing his blade, and focusing all his energy on the blade’s edge.
He could feel that this seductive witch was no ordinary person!
Even a half-step Moon Shine Realm cultivator wouldn’t give him such a sense of danger!
“Who are you, trespassing in Langya Palace? What are you after!?” General Qianyu demanded coldly.
Wu Die chuckled softly, “I got lost and accidentally wandered into the palace. Could the General show mercy and let me leave?”
Each word she spoke seemed to form a unique sound wave, entering General Qianyu’s mind and penetrating his divine soul.
For a moment, General Qianyu saw a pitiful girl next door, tears in her eyes, begging him…
Just like his first love, pleading with him not to join the army, but he had gone without hesitation.
Years later, when he returned home in glory, he found that the girl had long been married, leaving him with lifelong regret.
“You…” General Qianyu’s eyes glazed over. Unconsciously, he sheathed his blade and reached out, as if to caress his first love’s face.
“No!”
“Witch! How dare you deceive me by taking her form! You’re courting death!”
Zing!
General Qianyu snapped out of it, furious. He drew his blade, creating layer upon layer of blood waves, surging towards the heavens.
Thirteen consecutive slashes, each precisely hitting the mark!
The Blood Wave Triple Blade, each slash stronger than the last, could even break the sky!
Under the blade light, the witch turned into green smoke and vanished…
“What’s going on?!” General Qianyu panted. When he looked up, his pupils contracted sharply.
The scene before him changed again.
The seductive witch leaning against the doorframe was gone. What he had slashed thirteen times was the Minister’s Office, which had stood for hundreds of years.
The entire Minister’s Office collapsed into ruins…
“General, why are you so angry? Is it because you’re too ugly and no girl likes you?”
A finger lightly tapped General Qianyu’s shoulder, and a bell-like laughter came from behind.
“Witch!”
General Qianyu’s eyes turned red with rage. He swung his blade, but stopped abruptly when he saw the face behind him, reversing his technique at the cost of internal injury, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Because standing behind him was his youthful first love, smiling at him…
“Mengmeng, is that you?” General Qianyu’s eyes were dazed, but he quickly snapped out of it, shouting angrily:
“No, Mengmeng is long dead. It’s you again, witch!”
“Die!”
He slashed again, splitting the figure of his first love in half.
Then, similar scenes kept appearing: his family, battlefield comrades, friends, teachers…
But General Qianyu no longer believed any of it. He kept slashing madly!
After a long time…
When General Qianyu was exhausted, kneeling on the ground and panting, he suddenly smelled a strong scent of blood. He looked around in confusion, his expression freezing.
Around him lay thousands of corpses, all wearing the armor of the Imperial Guard.
They were all dead…
General Qianyu’s hands trembled, his blade clattering to the ground. He raised his blood-stained hands before his eyes.
The remaining dozens of Imperial Guard survivors stared at General Qianyu in shock…
“What… what have I done?” General Qianyu’s eyes were vacant.
Suddenly.
General Qianyu heard a melody slowly cease. He turned to see a seductive woman standing up with a cold expression, saying indifferently:
“General Qianyu, for years you’ve aided the tyrant, capturing innocent female cultivators for the Langya King. Your crimes are unforgivable!”
As she spoke, Wu Die walked step by step towards General Qianyu.
“Witch!” General Qianyu’s eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to fight, but found he couldn’t stand, collapsing to the ground.
“Too much exertion, multiple reversals of technique, causing meridian rupture…”
“How… how is this possible!”
“Without shedding a drop of blood, a soul path cultivator.”
General Qianyu’s face turned ashen. He glared coldly at Wu Die and said, “Kill me or torture me…”
Before he could finish, Wu Die drew a short blade and stabbed it into General Qianyu’s forehead, shattering his divine soul, and said indifferently:
“A nest of snakes and rats, still trying to play the hero before death?”
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