Chapter 3: So Many Deities! (Part 2)
In the moment before death arrived, the insect closed its eyes in terror, showing no awareness of resistance, but instinctively exerted its last ounce of strength to draw its sword
So, can I not be reincarnated
How does the senior brother arrange for this young lady? Before Chongchong could speak, Lao Hei asked first
Upon thinking of this, she put on what she believed to be her most irresistibly cute smile and sweetly said: "Master, I, your seventh disciple Yao Chongchong, pay my respects." She did not consider that her casually lying there hardly constituted a proper greeting; she merely wanted to establish a de facto adoptive relationship, thinking that this elder master would be too embarrassed to refuse directly.
A personal secretary can also do it
So many immortals!
The insect heard the sound of a sharp intake of breath, which included her own. Did she draw that sword? Why did she not feel anything? Moreover, wasn't it still firmly embedded in the stone? What had she just done? Why was it said that she had resolved the crisis of this so-called Heavenly Gate Sect?
"Master, this woman descended from the heavens and inadvertently resolved the crisis of our Tianmen Sect." Lao Hei replied respectfully, "Moreover, she has drawn the Quexie Sword; she is indeed the seventh disciple destined for Master."
Upon raising her eyes, she saw that the sword was still firmly embedded in the stone, and now she could clearly see that there were a total of eight large stones in this row, each with a significant crack, as if they had all once held a sword. The term 'once' is used because now there is nothing left on the other stones; only the one she had pulled out remains embedded in the seventh large stone when counted from left to right. Furthermore, each stone bore several incomprehensible characters, which she could not determine whether they were oracle bone script or ancient seal script. The term 'once' is used because now there is nothing left on the other stones; only the one she had pulled out remains embedded in the seventh large stone when counted from left to right. Additionally, each stone bore several incomprehensible characters, which she could not determine whether they were oracle bone script or ancient seal script.
The sword of the robust man fell into his hand from mid-air, its fiery red glow having condensed into a short beam. He gripped the long sword tightly, desperately resisting the immense invisible force. From such a distance, it seemed even the insects could see the sweat on his face and the tremors throughout his body. Had it not been for the five young men and women behind him providing support, he would have surely met his demise long ago. He gripped the long sword tightly, desperately resisting the immense invisible force. From such a distance, it seemed even the insects could see the sweat on his face and the tremors throughout his body. Had it not been for the five young men and women behind him providing support, he would have surely met his demise long ago
"Senior Brother Zhangmen, let us first deal with matters here before discussing anything else," said one of the three individuals following the leader, who appeared to be quite refined.
The master has returned! A hoarse voice shattered this frozen moment
"Old Hei, what is going on?" asked the middle-aged man with a long beard, furrowing his brow, his demeanor imposing
"Senior Brother Zhangmen, she indeed drew the Quexie Sword. Although the sword flew back immediately after being drawn, it was precisely this sword that blocked Hua Sihai and even caused a dent in his Suolin Dragon," Lao Hei explained. "All the disciples present witnessed this."
Because the black dragon was attacking those who were still resisting, it first swooped over to the side of the insect. The insect let out a loud cry, and just as the black light was about to strike her body, a broom suddenly flew in from the side, and someone shouted, "Do not harm her!" The voice was filled with urgency and concern, and it was none other than Uncle Ha.
Upon hearing this, the leader's gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, receiving affirmative responses. However, after scanning twice, he suddenly realized that the one person who should have been present was actually absent.
The situation is dire, that person is about to give in! Her life may also be at stake, it is imperative to draw the sword quickly! It must be fast!
She lived in 21st century China and never imagined that one day she would encounter such marvelous things, nor did she ever think she would enter the world of sword immortals
She stared blankly at him, observing his face, his knife, his ice-pick-like gaze, his simply styled robe held by a single belt, and the strange silver clasp at his chest, unsure if this demon had a moment of mercy, contemplating whether to come over and deliver a swift blow to her, to grant her a quick end
The surroundings were eerily silent, as if everyone was stunned by this scene. Hua Sihai was staring intently at Yao Chongchong, who was looking curiously and somewhat flirtatiously at the Ice Mountain Man, thinking to herself, how can he be so handsome! How can he exude such masculinity while being so good-looking, unlike some movie stars who are so effeminate! If all demons were as handsome as him, she would be very willing to fall into the path of darkness. How can he exude such masculinity while being so good-looking, unlike some movie stars who are so effeminate! If all demons were as handsome as him, she would be very willing to fall into the path of darkness
However, no matter what, I will stay here for now. The world of sword immortals sounds impressive, but it is said that there are also many demons and monsters. She usually can't even hit a fly accurately, so it is essential to find a backing to live here. Although I do not know whether this Yunmeng Mountain Tianmen Sect is righteous or evil, round or flat, it is crucial to first understand how everything works and to take care of my injuries, as that is the truth.
"This is the territory of our Tianmen Sect," Uncle Ha replied, looking up and gazing into the distance
"Where is Cang Qiong?" he said sternly. "I instructed him to stay here, where is he?"
A deafening sound erupted beside her, nearly piercing her eardrums. She felt an indescribable force violently tugging at her arm, causing her body to uncontrollably lean backward and crash hard onto the ground. Her grip loosened, resulting in a tearing sensation in her hand, while a sudden sharp pain shot through her waist.
It has been decided; I will stubbornly stay here!
It was only then that Chong Chong noticed the conservative attire of the people here, while her white, now mud-colored cropped pants and green fitted T-shirt were clearly too inappropriate. No wonder the considerate and kind Uncle Ha wanted to take off his clothes to cover her; it turned out it was not out of concern for her being cold
It's over, she has truly been cut in half! I have heard that those who are cut in half die a very painful death, with their internal organs spilling everywhere, and the process of dying is slow. There was once a person who was executed and wrote the character "惨" (meaning tragic) thirteen times on the ground before dying. This shouldn't be the case, right? She, Yao Chongchong, fears nothing in this world, except for pain. Could it be that heaven is truly so cruel as to make her die in agony?
It seems she is truly pitiful; she chose an outfit with a green top and white bottom, intending to achieve the effect of fresh green bok choy, but unexpectedly ended up resembling pickled vegetables. That handsome man from the dark arts must have looked down on her!
The insect gazed up at the sect leader, clearly able to see the veins bulging on his forehead, understanding that he was in a fit of rage over this so-called Master Cang Qiong. It couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about its own fate, fearing that he might simply turn and leave.
The leader pondered for a moment and quickly arranged, "The square formation at the foot of the mountain has been broken. Mo Wu, you will re-establish this formation. Tao Hua, you take the uninjured disciples and send the wounded ones to Huqu Hall for treatment. Dao Ran, come with me."
The gap where the sword was inserted was quite large. The insect initially thought that this sword would not be difficult to pull out, but to her surprise, despite exerting all her strength, the sword remained completely unmoved. Turning her head, she saw that the silver light had already reached the robust man in front of her, which was right at her feet, and she could even feel the bone-chilling cold brought by the silver light
She felt the icy chill drawing ever closer to her body, as if her skin were being slowly scraped by shards of ice. Unable to resist, she turned back to look at the scene. There stood Hua Sihai, having come to a halt, standing firm and steady, his expression calm and composed, his demeanor relaxed as if he were admiring the scenery in his own backyard. His tall and sturdy figure was as tranquil and resolute as distant mountains, resembling a king of the dark night, a powerful harbinger of death.
She was taken aback, not knowing that the Ox-Head and Horse-Face had such a handsome appearance, or was this the Judge? Could it be the King of Hell? If she had known that there were so many handsome men in the underworld, she wouldn't have been afraid of death at all. She would have committed suicide long ago to seek refuge!
Ah, it is indeed quite serious. Let Senior Sister Xuan Yi bandage you up again." Lao Hei still smiled good-naturedly, "Look, your fellow disciples have brought a cloth bag. If we put you in it, we can carry you up the mountain." As he spoke, he reached out to adjust the clothes covering her.
The young disciple named Di Yi hesitated for a moment before saying, "Uncle Master Xi—he is drunk, and at this moment, he is probably still sleeping in the Star Hall." By the end of his words, the last two words were barely audible
"Uncle Ha, my waist is broken, and I cannot walk by myself." She felt that this uncle was very friendly towards her. Although he looked quite ordinary, he made Chong Chong feel as if he were like her own father or brother, and she couldn't help but feel a bit dependent on him
Well, this is bloody enough, it will definitely be cut in half
The three guardian masters have returned! That mute voice keeps calling out, like a timekeeping bird, "Hua Sihai, let's see where this demon can run to!"
The leader glanced at the sword in the stone, then looked at the girl who was even more adept at climbing the ladder than a monkey, and for a moment hesitated again, turning his gaze towards the man known as Old Black, Uncle Ha.
The leader's foot paused in mid-air, clearly still hesitating. Looking down, he saw the insect with tears streaming down its face, and he sighed inwardly, saying: "Let's take it up the mountain first and discuss it later." With that, he took the lead and departed.
Slowly, he sheathed his sword with his right hand and with his left hand formed a strange gesture. Suddenly, he pulled the silver chain. Instantly, a black light surged from the silver glow, resembling a fierce black dragon, which raised its head high, coiling at a significant angle above him, and after wandering left and right for a moment, it swiftly charged down.
Old Hei did not understand why the girl called him Uncle Ha, but seeing her pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but smile and said: "It's not broken, just a sprain and a strain. Later, let Senior Sister Xuan Yi give you a massage, I guarantee you will be lively and jumping around in three days."
However, although this Uncle Ha, whose whereabouts are unknown, is brave and kind-hearted, his strength is far too lacking. The black dragon is powerful and domineering, accompanied by rolling thunder. Wherever it goes, stones shatter and vegetation breaks, and before the insects could even blink, the broom was shattered into at least 58,000 pieces, turning into a pile of wood shavings
"It is not Mount Shu, but Mount Yunmeng!" A gentle voice came from beside me; it was Uncle Ha. I did not know when he had arrived next to Chongchong, but he took off his outer garment and draped it over Chongchong's body.
Sword Immortal! They are Sword Immortals! She has crossed over to the world of Sword Immortals! How amazing, truly amazing! Her ordinary life has finally become extraordinary, but how can she, a person with disabilities and unable to use her limbs, survive in this world?
He arrived in the sky, and in the form of a small insect, it was much easier to observe. However, besides this silver light, four red light spots of varying intensity and size rushed in, surrounding and blocking the silver light. Yet, the silver light was extremely agile, swiftly darting left and right within the encirclement, and then made a sharp turn downward, disappearing just like that
The four men who had fallen from mid-air quickly approached, while the remaining able-bodied gray-clad individuals immediately surrounded them, all kneeling on the ground. Some shouted "Master" and "Uncle Master," while others wept bitterly, as if they had suffered great grievances. Leading the group was a middle-aged man with a long beard, who directly walked up to the insect.
The insect's body could not move, and it desperately twisted its head to keep up with the retreating figure of Hua Sihai. It saw him slowly striding forward, with an overwhelming pressure that prevented anyone from approaching to stop him. He did not stretch one hand forward and the other backward as depicted in television dramas, nor did he bend his front legs and stretch his back legs, changing hands when tired, flying away like a dog paddling through the air. Instead, he faded like a ghostly shadow, ultimately transforming into a faint silver light that shot straight into the sky. He did not stretch one hand forward and the other backward as depicted in television dramas, nor did he bend his front legs and stretch his back legs, changing hands when tired, flying away like a dog paddling through the air. Instead, he faded like a ghostly shadow, ultimately transforming into a faint silver light that shot straight into the sky.
Perhaps, to this world, she is just a monster? Yet to her, these people are all deities
The insect used both hands and feet, desperately gripping the sword hilt that protruded from the stone with both hands, while pushing forcefully against the stone with its feet. Its entire body was suspended in mid-air, exerting all the strength it could muster from its weight of over a hundred pounds, along with every ounce of power from each cell, straining outward with all its might. It felt as though its arms were about to be torn apart, yet it still could not pull out the sword
But does this mean she has senior and junior siblings? That sect leader seems very reluctant to accept her! However, it doesn't matter; finding a servant job on the mountain is also fine, since she cannot leave Yunmeng Mountain for the time being. She raised her eyes and looked around, seeing many young disciples gathering around, all curiously staring at her as if she were a monster
No one responded, and everyone lowered their heads. The leader appeared very angry and loudly asked three times, finally pointing at the robust young man and said: "Di Yi, you speak!"
Four light points chased after, but returned in just a moment, rapidly descending from the sky. It was only then that the insects realized these were four men traveling on swords, who had already landed.
However, she has descended from the heavens. Considering that she has arrived here with no relatives or friends, no food to eat, and no plans, being the seventh disciple is not a bad option. But now she is injured; will this uncle, who looks at her with suspicion, accept her?
"My hands are bleeding too." She raised her two little claws, which were as black as if they had been digging coal, and the two red streaks of blood, mixed with dirt at the base of her thumbs, indeed appeared quite shocking.
I perform quite well in my studies; otherwise, do you need a secretary?
He did not know that the reason for the insect's tears was the increasing pain in its waist, and that its hands were also in excruciating pain, not due to self-harm. However, the insect did not blame the sect leader for not accepting her; after all, he was the head of the sect and bore the responsibility for the safety of the sect, and she appeared to be of unknown origin.
Yunmeng Mountain is a place of great significance and beauty
The insect was startled, and its body instinctively stiffened, sending a sharp pain radiating from the waist. As it reached down to touch, it felt both joy and concern. The joy was that its lower body was still intact, not severed at the waist; the concern was that it suspected its waist might be broken, as the pain was too intense to be otherwise. However, what had just happened? Why had everyone stopped fighting and come over to see it fall?
The silver light diffused in a circular manner. By visual estimation, if the edge of the silver light reached the side of that robust young man, then she too would be engulfed. Running away was out of the question, as this area was occupied by a group of immortals, and the mountain path behind her was blocked by fallen rocks. She had no choice but to defend herself. She was uncertain whether this sword would be of any use, but holding something in her hand would at least provide her with some psychological comfort. Moreover, this sword was stuck in the stone with a clatter; it might very well be a divine sword of the immortals.
"Who are you?" The King of Hell continued to coldly gaze down at her, his slanted, thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, revealing his extreme impatience
"So troublesome!" Hua Sihai slightly frowned, seemingly quite weary, wishing that everything before him would come to an end quickly, in stark contrast to the excitement on the faces of those in gray robes. "This king is leaving"
She tightly closed her eyes, thinking in a blurred and sorrowful manner. Yao Chongchong completed her pitiful life just like that, living as dirty as a pig and dying in boredom! Alas, it truly is quite boring, but fortunately, it was not as painful as she had imagined
In the end, the insect reached a conclusion and could not help but exclaim: "Mount Shu!"
Ah? You are asking me? Is this the interview? Alright, my name is Yao Chongchong—" Chongchong fell silent, as she realized that the man before her was not the King of Hell, but the demon who intended to kill everyone here, the one known as Hua Sihai!
"Have I arrived at the underworld?" She was too lazy to open her eyes, thinking that since she was dead, there was no need to complicate matters. "I am timid and do not dare to look at the Ox-Head and Horse-Face. I did not commit any wrongs in my life, well, not any major wrongs, and of course, I did not do any good deeds either. You can decide what to do with me; I am fine with being reincarnated anywhere. Where is the Meng Po soup? I will drink it, I will drink it; there is no need to force it down my throat, that would be too troublesome. Look, I am cooperating, okay? So, can I be reborn into a wealthy family?" She chattered on and on, but no one paid her any attention, so she had no choice but to open her eyes.
"Who are you?" A man's voice came from above, and although the tone was cold, the voice was very pleasant to hear