sinovels Chapter 2023 A Tale of Boundless Regret
Chapter 2023 A Tale of Boundless Regret
next moment.
A gentle, warm smile crept across Murong Wanwan's face, melting away all the indifference and coldness in her eyes.
"The deep brotherhood and sincere friendship we shared just now..."
It was not a deliberate act or pretense in front of me.
The thought settled in my mind.
The faint murderous intent that had lingered in her heart was quietly diminished by most of it under the influence of this pure and sincere affection.
Even the chilling pressure in the void softened somewhat.
suddenly!
Murong Wanwan's clear and bright almond-shaped eyes suddenly lit up, a sly yet insightful glint flashing across them.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she made a decision in an instant.
"I've got it! Let's do it this way!"
next moment.
Her eyes, which shimmered with a faint, clear light, suddenly turned and landed precisely on two figures not far to her side.
It was none other than True Lord Xuanpan and True Lord Longhu.
At this moment, the two Nascent Soul stage experts stood quietly in the void, their spiritual power completely concealed, and even the Nascent Soul aura surrounding them was deliberately suppressed to the extreme.
Trying to minimize one's own presence.
They resemble two silent stone statues.
But the moment Murong Wanwan's cold and indifferent eyes locked onto the two of them...
Xuanpan Zhenjun and Longhu Zhenjun felt a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts.
Having lived for thousands of years, they had long since grasped the coldness of human relationships and the rules of power dynamics in the cultivation world, and understood it instantly—
Their life and death were now entirely in the hands of the other side.
His life or death rested entirely on the decision of the woman before him.
In an instant,
An invisible sense of suffocation enveloped me.
The two maintained the composure and calmness of Nascent Soul stage experts, their expressions as still as water, showing no sign of panic.
His composure, honed over a thousand years of cultivation, remained undiminished.
But if you look closely, you can sense the tension and anxiety surging deep in their eyes.
That barely concealed panic shattered the surface calm.
They are not as nonchalant as they appear.
Overwhelming regret surged through their minds like a tidal wave, almost completely drowning their reason.
The regret had reached its peak.
Who could have predicted this...
Those juniors who seemed to have shallow foundations and relied on formations to show off their power actually had such a top expert with unfathomable cultivation and ruthless methods hidden behind them!
If they had known this would happen, they would never have dared to harbor even the slightest covetous thought, even if they had a hundred lives.
Even if this matter involves Yu Hua, a half-venerable with whom they have a long-standing relationship, they will not hesitate to distance themselves and will not be involved in any cause or effect whatsoever.
Unfortunately, fate is cruel, and life is unpredictable; there is no medicine for regret in this world.
There is no such thing as "if only I had known" where everything goes perfectly.
One moment of greed has led to this unpredictable situation of life and death.
at the same time,
The two had already tacitly accepted a certain guess:
This mysterious and unpredictable half-Venerable female cultivator must be the protector of those Golden Core juniors.
Everything was too coincidental.
There are traces to be found everywhere.
Previously, a group of juniors had set up a large array of Dao soldiers, which they observed from a distance...
The female cultivator concealed herself and observed silently, never intervening.
But just as the two of them couldn't hold back any longer and were about to make their move, she suddenly appeared, unleashing a thunderous and deadly attack.
They were not given any room to maneuver.
Such timing and control are by no means accidental.
This speculation is logically sound and interconnected, seemingly without any flaws and completely self-consistent.
But the truth was completely different from what the two of them thought.
Just as the two were experiencing emotional turmoil and a mix of feelings...
Murong Wanwan's slightly cool and clear lips slowly parted.
That cool, indifferent voice, devoid of any warmth or human touch, slowly echoed in the void once more, clearly reaching the ears of the two.
"Originally, I only intended to leave one of you alive."
A simple sentence, yet it carried a heavy, menacing aura.
This also caused the atmosphere of the entire void to suddenly freeze.
She paused slightly, and an invisible pressure suddenly rose, tightly enveloping Xuan Pan and Long Hu, the two True Lords.
Their hearts leaped into their throats, their bodies tense, their nerves taut like bowstrings.
The sense of tension grew stronger.
They were all ancient monsters who had lived for thousands of years and were well-versed in the art of language.
The mere mention of the word "originally" at the beginning tells us that the situation is bound to take a turn for the worse.
Even if one knew in advance, it concerned one's own millennia of cultivation, one's very life...
They simply couldn't take it calmly.
The fear and anxiety in my heart piled up and wouldn't go away.
As their tension reached its peak, and they were almost out of breath...
Murong Wanwan continued leisurely and unhurriedly:
"However, I observe that you two share a deep brotherly bond, have stayed together for thousands of years, shared both fortune and misfortune, and act with integrity."
There was none of the despicable two-facedness, scheming, or backstabbing that are most common among those in the cultivation world.
"In this treacherous and profit-driven world of cultivation, such pure brotherhood is truly rare."
Moreover, you two are already Nascent Soul cultivators, making this quality even more commendable.
I quite admire it.
He paused slightly,
Her gaze was calm as she looked down at the two people below.
Therefore,
I am giving you two a chance to choose again. What do you say?
This statement, once put into practice,
Like heavenly music, it instantly dispelled the gloom of death that lingered in their hearts.
True Lord Xuanpan and True Lord Longhu dared not hesitate for a moment, speaking almost spontaneously, their tone urgent and devout.
They were afraid that if they hesitated even for a moment, this hard-won chance of survival would be lost in an instant.
"Thank you for your mercy, senior! We are willing!"
"We are willing to obey our predecessors' orders!"
Two voices rang out simultaneously, filled with an undisguised sense of relief at surviving a disaster.
The two men were extremely respectful, bowing slightly and adopting a very humble posture.
They were all too aware of the cruel rules of the cultivation world:
In the struggle for supremacy, the principle has always been to eliminate all threats at the outset, leaving no room for future trouble.
Any act of kindness is a luxury.
This time, they not only acted rashly, but also harbored greed, coveting the junior's Daoist secret techniques, which is unforgivable.
To have a glimmer of hope now is an incredible stroke of luck.
If the positions were reversed today, and they were in the upper hand, they would show no mercy to any opponent with malicious intentions.
Even if the other party is like a brother, in order to prevent future troubles, one will act decisively and kill them all.
It will not leave any hidden dangers.
Because they understood this so well, the two of them realized all the more how precious this chance to live was.
The two even secretly wondered if, had their performance just now not earned them the other's attention,
The other party's previous statement that "only one person will be left alive" is no longer valid.
Perhaps it was simply this great being's unique interest.
It's highly likely that regardless of who lives or dies between the two, the one who ultimately survives...
They too could not escape being killed on the spot.
From beginning to end, it was all a game of chess where they were being played.
This thought flashed through their minds, and the two men felt even greater awe, daring not to make the slightest move, silently bowing their heads.
We await Murong Wanwan's further decision.
But at that moment, something unexpected happened!
The layers of mist floating in mid-air not far away, originally tranquil and still,
Suddenly, like disturbed spring water, fine ripples spread out in layers.
The swirling mist continued to rise and fall.
It broke the silence of the entire void.
see,
Murong Wanwan's words, which were already on the tip of her tongue, suddenly stopped.
She subconsciously looked up, her clear gaze fixed firmly on the swirling, unsettling mist.
A faint hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
Next second,
The surging, swirling mist suddenly dissipated.
The wisps of mist dissolved into the void, leaving no trace.
As the fog dissipated,
More than ten tall, spirited young figures came into clear view of the three people present.
This group of young men and women, dressed in uniform, plain-colored fairy robes, possessed an elegant demeanor and outstanding bearing.
His body was surrounded by a rich and stable golden core pressure.
The aura was clean and pure, without any sense of restlessness.
Xuanpan Zhenjun and Longhu Zhenjun's eyes widened slightly, their pupils suddenly contracting, and a tidal wave of emotions surged within them.
The shock was hard to conceal.
Countless thoughts rushed through my mind.
What a young group of monks!
The two of them swept their divine senses across the crowd and instantly discerned everyone's cultivation levels, leaving them even more shocked.
Although Golden Core cultivators are all juniors to them, with the highest cultivation level being only at the late Golden Core stage, these juniors are extremely young.
That incredibly rich, youthful vitality shone as brightly as a fire in the night.
Calculate carefully...
At most two hundred years old.
Reflecting on their own path of cultivation, the two couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion/reflection).
They were exceptionally talented and renowned in their time. When they broke through to the Golden Core realm, they were already three hundred years old.
Within that vast territory, he was already a unique and unparalleled chosen one of heaven, revered by all immortals.
But compared to this group of young people in front of me now...
The talent he once took pride in is now utterly insignificant and pale in comparison.
Even more alarming is...
These exceptionally talented cultivators were not isolated cases; there were more than ten of them gathered here.
Their spirits blended perfectly, their understanding was impeccable.
Just how deep and terrifying is the power behind these young people?
Having cultivated for a thousand years, the two had seen countless Golden Core cultivators, including many with extraordinary talent.
Such young, highly skilled, and rapidly emerging top-tier Golden Core cultivators...
Their first meeting in their lives was truly an extremely rare occurrence.
It also far exceeded their understanding.
the other side,
The dozen or so young Golden Core cultivators of the Cheng Clan had just broken free of their battle formation...
He was initially overjoyed for suppressing the power of the Half-Venerable Yu Hua across the border and for making a great contribution.
But when they clearly saw the two Nascent Soul figures in the void before them, and Murong Wanwan, who seemed to only have Golden Core cultivation but possessed a cold temperament and an unfathomable aura...
All the joy in their hearts vanished instantly.
Everyone's expression tightened, and their hearts instantly became tense.
They didn't see through Murong Wanwan's disguise of her cultivation level, assuming she was just an uninvited guest in league with the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
next moment,
The gazes of the dozen or so Cheng clan cultivators met, and they exchanged glances.
No verbal instruction is required.
The tacit understanding of fighting side by side was formed instantly.
The group instantly circulated their spiritual energy, shifted their feet in a staggered manner, and moved swiftly, preparing without hesitation to re-form the Dao Soldier Formation.
Obviously.
In order to cope with the sudden crisis and protect themselves and their people, they prepared to form battle formations to meet the enemy.
Just as the battle formation was about to take shape...
A slender, elegant hand suddenly rose.
Murong Wanwan waved her hand lightly, and a translucent, white magical light screen suddenly unfolded.
It descended rapidly like a dome.
In an instant, it encompassed her and more than ten descendants of the Cheng family, forming a separate, tranquil barrier.
Xuanpan Zhenjun and Longhu Zhenjun, on the other hand, were firmly isolated outside the light barrier.
It was impossible to see even a trace of what was happening inside the barrier.
Gazing at the solid, spiritually powerful magical light barrier before him, a dark and strange light flashed across Xuanpan Zhenjun's eyes, and a peculiar thought suddenly arose in his heart.
The barrier separated the inside from the outside, effectively blocking the female cultivator's view.
It also isolates the perception of Qi.
now!
This was the perfect opportunity for them to escape.
But his fleeting, subtle movement...
All of this was captured by the Dragon Tiger True Lord beside him.
The two have known each other for a thousand years, and have gone through countless life-and-death situations together. Their tacit understanding has long been ingrained in their bones.
After spending a long time together, one can understand the other's thoughts with just a glance or a slight movement, and know the other's feelings without saying a word.
The moment Xuanpan Zhenjun had the thought of running away, Longhu Zhenjun immediately understood.
Dragon Tiger True Lord's heart tightened, and he immediately turned slightly to the side, subtly shaking his head at Xuan Pan True Lord.
The movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible.
Almost no one could detect it.
He absolutely could not stand by and watch his old friend make a moment of folly, ruining this hard-won chance to survive and completely shattering the current situation.
Others might not know, but as Nascent Soul cultivators, they were perfectly aware that while Half-Venerable and Nascent Soul cultivators might seem to belong to the same high-level cultivation ranks,
In reality, there is a vast chasm between the two.
Level of life, sensitivity of the six senses, speed of movement, efficiency of spiritual consciousness...
They are no longer in the same dimension.
Before a true half-saint level expert, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, even if trying their best to escape, would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
There is absolutely no chance of escape.
Any rash action will only provoke the other party and result in your own death.
Xuanpan Zhenjun's gaze narrowed slightly, and he instantly understood the warning and dissuasion in his old friend's eyes.
Years of shared life-and-death experiences made him instantly suppress the sense of luck and restlessness in his heart.
After a brief moment of thought...
Xuanpan Zhenjun completely abandoned the idea of taking the opportunity to escape.
At the same time, the restless spiritual energy around him quietly calmed down, and he regained his respectful and quiet demeanor.
Just then...
The clear, cool, and indifferent voice of the young woman exploded in their ears.
"You all wait here."
This statement came out.
Xuanpan Zhenjun and Longhu Zhenjun understood perfectly well that this mysterious half-deity had been watching them all along.
If they had even considered escaping, they would have been met with a thunderous blow.
Upon realizing the truth, Xuanpan Zhenjun felt both fortunate and terrified.
"really!
Even a female cultivator, who may seem somewhat 'soft-hearted,' is no easy opponent once she reaches the Half-Saint realm.
Just as True Lord Xuanpan and True Lord Longhu were feeling a lingering fear...
Inside the magical light barrier, a dozen or so young Golden Core cultivators also noticed the mysterious female cultivator, who seemed to harbor no ill will towards them.
next moment.
One of the elegant and beautiful women seemed to have noticed something.
She immediately stepped forward and said in a clear voice:
"You look so familiar to me, haven't we met somewhere before?"
Before he could finish speaking...
The female cultivator at the Golden Core stage immediately shook her head and said:
"wrong!
We probably haven't seen it before.
"..." (End of this chapter)