Chapter 8: Hatred
In the next moment, using the crimson blood that oozed from his right hand, he gritted his teeth and swiftly began to inscribe on the jade-green tombstone.
The man in the blue attire before him is none other than himself
The Xuantian Sect spoke softly, gently extending a hand to wipe away a trace of dust from the green jade tombstone, their expression filled with tenderness, seriousness, and meticulousness
Xiaoyue
Hoo.
However
A gentle breeze wafts back and forth across this hillside dotted with tombstones
He should inherently belong here
This kind of hatred can only be washed away in one way
The three words "hate" roared out from the mouth of the Xuantian Sect.
The Xuantian Sect gazed at the green jade stele closely pressed against his side, his right hand tightly gripping it, holding on fiercely, even as his nails pierced through his palm, causing his entire right hand to become drenched in blood, yet there was never any change on his face
Buzz!
However ... ...
At this moment, the Supreme Magic Sword, which had been casually discarded to the side, trembled violently the instant he shouted the three words of hatred. It emitted a soul-stirring sword howl, suddenly soaring into the air and instantly appearing in the hands of the Xuantian Sect, as if it were determined to faithfully follow its master, completely venting the hatred within its heart
However, I think it should be a bad thing, as that person did not have good intentions when they gave me this sword
A silent coldness appeared on his face
Entering the Holy Demon Temple, everything is arranged by the Linmen Sword Sect, and the source of it all comes from the Linmen Sword Sect! I hate the Holy Demon Temple! Being in the Holy Demon Temple, I must be ruthless, I must act against heaven and reason; otherwise, how can I occupy a high position and convey information! But I hate the Linmen Sword Sect even more! I hate that you, at the end of your success, for the sake of upholding the great banner of the Linmen Sword Sect, completely abandoned me under the guise of a fallen title. I hate even more that you destroyed the entire Xuantian Sect with the slander of that delusional scoundrel, Long Jinyun, affecting over a thousand disciples!
Gentle and soft, it drifts in the wind, like intimate lovers leaning on each other’s shoulders, whispering softly in each other’s ears.
Suddenly, he raised his right hand high, gripping fiercely, as if he intended to crush this world and all things within it into dust in the palm of his hand
Hatred! Yes! Resentment!
Inquire about the back mountain of Sword Mountain
A cemetery, under the vibrant bloom of snow orchids spreading across the mountains, resembles a beautiful painting full of vigorous life
How long has it been
It should be about six years, if I calculate the time correctly
I hate
A lifetime seems to be just like this
Kill
Beside him, the Supreme Demon Sword was constantly vibrating, with strands of darkness and *图* book flames burning from the dark red sword, as if it could incinerate souls and consume the void
After blowing a breath, the dust on the jade tablet was cleared away. The Xuantiangong adjusted his sitting posture, leaning against the jade tablet. That feeling was as if he were leaning back-to-back with the woman he cherished, ... in this mountainous area abundant with snow orchids, carefree, enjoying the gentle breeze and gazing at the blue sky ...
If at this moment, Guang Hanyan, one of the top ten elite disciples of the Linmen Sword Sect in the outer sect, were here, he would be able to recognize that this sword is indeed the terrifying sword known as the Supreme Demon Sword, which instantly turned the high-level martial artist Si Qixing to ashes.
I have obtained a sword, a sword whose nature I do not even know, whether it is right or wrong, good or bad
Hehe... Since you are not speaking, I will take it as your default agreement. After all, you have never had much of an opinion.
With his cessation of speech, suddenly, the entire world seemed to fall completely silent
How long has it been
In the blink of an eye, it has passed
It is currently the master of the Supreme Demon Sword, the Xuantian Sect
The grave of my beloved daughter, Lin Xiaoyue
The man leaned against the green jade tombstone, gently inquiring, as if he were a pair of lovers in a passionate relationship, reunited after a long separation. Even placed in this picturesque mountainous forest, resembling a painting, there was no sense of incongruity.
And that signatory has also transformed into the two characters Fu Xing
Xiaoyue, do you know? A lot has happened in these six years
The supreme magic sword, carelessly discarded by him, began to tremble slightly all over its blade, emitting a series of soft chimes
The hatred of Qin Rou's wrongful death, the hatred of personal disgrace and loss of reputation, the hatred of the extermination of the Xuantian Sect, the hatred of my master meeting his demise at my hands, the hatred of being tragically abandoned by the Linmen Sword Sect on the Sacred Peak, the hatred of surviving a near-fatal experience in the Infernal Valley, the hatred of being driven mad by the suppression of the Supreme Demon Sword, and also ...
On that piece of jade tombstone, a few small characters are clearly inscribed
At this moment, a man is sitting on the slightly fragrant grass, leaning against a green jade tombstone, his forehead gently resting on the tombstone, his expression tender and serene
At this point, the Xuantian Sect came to a halt
Sizzle
The hatred of killing one's wife
The grave of my beloved wife, Lin Xiaoyue
The Xuantian Sect spoke calmly, yet the tone conveyed an unsettling chill that seemed to emanate from the depths of the heart.
The man in the blue attire smiled, his expression as consistently gentle as ever
Below, there is also the signature of the stone engraver
However, amidst that seemingly forced gentleness, a hint of undeniable bitterness and pain has already begun to emerge.
The only regret is that when holding this sword, one must not harbor resentment, fear, or anger, nor should one give rise to greed or desire; otherwise, one will become its sword slave, with serious consequences... Well, Xiaoyue, you know that I have always wanted to be a good person. Even when I went undercover in the Holy Demon Hall and did those heinous things, my heart has never ceased to yearn for returning to the Linmen Sword Sect to eliminate demons and uphold justice. Therefore, holding this sword serves as my supervision, and you need not worry at all.
From time to time, one can still see clusters of white snow orchids beside some crevices in the stones, resiliently growing in the gaps of the stone-paved path. These vibrant flowers bloom upward, filled with a deep affection for life and a strong desire for growth
But it no longer matters, it really no longer matters. Whether it is wrong or right, as long as I feel it is wrong, then wrong is also right. If I feel it is wrong, then right is also wrong, isn't it
Hatred
It is just like ... ...
In the next moment, the brilliance of the Supreme Demon Sword was raised high, pointing directly to the heavens. The dark flames, which were already burning fiercely, suddenly erupted, igniting the entire universe
The Xuantian Sect raised its head, gazing at the azure sky above, clear and dotted with white clouds
After uttering these few words, the expressions of the Xuantian Sect and the *Tushu* were already tinged with a hint of sinister terror
Soon, the writing above has already changed
The Xuantian Sect spoke, their expression still showing a faint smile, surprisingly still in the mood for jest
Hate! Hate! Hate!
At this moment, the Xuantian Sect no longer displayed any semblance of calmness or composure; the smile that had always lingered on their faces was completely cast aside, lost to the heavens!
Hate
The man murmured to himself, a slightly fuller smile on his face: "To be specific, it should be two thousand two hundred and ninety-six days." As he spoke, his gentle gaze fell upon the jade tombstone beside him: "You say, I remember correctly, don't I, Xiaoyue?"
It is none other than Lin Xu Ri, the current sect leader of the Linmen Sword Sect, who is planning to pass the position of sect master to Long Jin Yun.
Xuantian Sect suddenly waved his hand, and with a sweep across the green jade tombstone, the words inscribed on the grave of his beloved daughter Lin Xiaoyue were instantly erased.
Newborn
In the next moment, the smile on his face gradually faded away
Belongs to this cemetery
Some fallen leaves were stirred up behind the hill, swirling and dancing in the void for a moment, yet carried away to the distance
The final resting place of many elders, core disciples, and direct descendants of the Linmen Sword Sect.
The man in the blue attire spoke casually, discarding the dark red sword in his hand to the side, as if he were tossing aside something of no concern.