Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 889 - 99: Waves Like Wrath (6,000 Words, 2-in-1 · Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)_2
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Chapter 889 -99: Waves Like Wrath (6,000 Words, 2-in-1 · Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)_2
“Well said.”
“Even if Wang Tiance were to return to life, even if we were no match for him, how could we lack the will to fight? Let alone against his descendants?”
“One day, we will rise above the Twelve Towers, wield the Divine Weapon, command the Divine Martial to submit, and then, before Wang Tiance’s grave, whip Wang Anfeng’s back a hundred times with the Thorn Whip, proving my ancestor’s name, surely not below that of Tiance Divine Martial.”
He then drank another cup of wine, sighed, and said:
“But we must first survive this ordeal.”
“Otherwise, our descendants and offspring, unable to inherit the ancestor’s martial arts, would be beyond ashamed. If we further disgrace our ancestor’s name, it would be better to die. This time, we take a single risk; if we cannot bring Xu Sixing back, then we must take his life to prevent the news from leaking.”
“This action is also for the name of our ancestors…”
The man in plain clothes remained silent.
‘Qiong Qi’ also lost the desire to talk, turned his body sideways, lifted the curtain of the carriage window, and saw the sun gradually rising on its own, now halfway up, the sunlight no longer as gentle as before, reflecting in the youth’s eyes.
‘Qiong Qi’ squinted his eyes slightly, murmured to himself.
“It’s the time of Si.”
The man in plain clothes softly responded with a grunt.
…
The mountains rise from the east, extending toward the west, endlessly connected. Within one of these mountains lies a secret place, unknown to the numerous travelers, unsuspected to any that such an incredible place exists within these magnificent ranges.
If seen, it would inspire admiration, humans can be so wonderfully skilled, rivaling even nature itself. The core of the mountain is completely hollowed out without causing a collapse of the rocks, inside it can be called another world entirely.
Twisting and turning, the scenery is varied; every thirteen steps stands a pair of copper pillars with red candles. The candlelight illuminates the area brightly. There are twenty-six rooms, corresponding to the constellations, and the Quiet Room on the far east side is far more lavishly decorated than the others.
Inside are calligraphy, potted plants, jade ornaments, every type of worldly enjoyment one could wish for. Notably, the bed is sculpted from a single piece of White Jade, its supports intricately carved with the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, Ouyang forging swords, and numerous figures, vividly realistic.
The craftsmanship is already exceptional, yet compared to this jade bed, it is but nothing. Though the White Jade is not top-grade material, its size and integrity make it a priceless treasure, astonishingly used merely as a bed, making one feel it’s a waste.
Yet the bed pales in comparison to the woman seated upon it.
Shi Huaidie sat upright, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, her right hand unconsciously clutching her red dress, leaving crescent-shaped marks on her skin, which should have been very painful, yet in her trance, she felt none.
A year, no, six months ago, she wouldn’t have thought she would one day become so obsessed—
Joining forces with those the organization intended to deal with, turning the tables against the organization’s valued elites.
One slight mistake, and not even death would come easily…
Death?
Thinking of this word, the woman’s hand couldn’t help but tremble, causing the red dress to flutter, crumpled into many folds, as if crimson waves were surging.
Having once experienced the feeling of death, she was no longer willing to endure it.
Unfortunately, looking back carefully, the situation reaching this point was entirely her own choice, she couldn’t blame anyone, the gentleman never once coerced or deceived her, instead provided various assistance.
His nobility made his kindness and generosity even more apparent.
The only blame fell upon her own greed; despite knowing the dangers, she was like a moth to a flame, unable to help herself—if successful, she could leap from her current Sword Servant status to become one of the core elites within the organization.
This would grant her access to genuine Divine Skills manuals, pointing the way to the Heavenly Sect, allowing her to attain a Land Immortal’s Dharma, escape her current perilous situation, no longer worry about needing to entertain others with her appearance one day, losing the last vestige of her heart’s defenses, drowned in the indulgences of the senses.
To truly live like a person.
To have her own desires, to do her own things, no longer letting her life and death be controlled by others’ hands, no longer being a pawn to be discarded at will, risking encounters with various masters…
She took a slight breath.
Well, once this matter is over, she will take the initiative to visit the secret location and ask the gentleman for permission to leave.
At this thought, a hint of unease suddenly arose in Shi Huaidie’s heart; after all, her life, martial arts, and Famous Sword were all gifts from the gentleman, leaving like this seemed somewhat wrong, and would the gentleman truly be willing to grant her freedom after investing so much?
As soon as she hesitated, the scholar’s demeanor and speech came to her mind; though stern, he wasn’t forceful, which reassured her, she muttered to herself: “With the gentleman’s generous compassion, he naturally wouldn’t obstruct, only after leaving, I will constantly hold gratitude for the gentleman’s kindness, and dare not forget.” freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
As for ‘Qiong Qi’, he is adept at scheming, his ability to manipulate surpasses his martial arts accomplishments by far.
His means are truly ruthless, regarding martial arts, he can only be considered decent for his age, yet far from rivaling the outstanding martial artists of the younger generation, unable to even defeat Xu Sixing, let alone those masters who have grasped the Divine Weapon’s Qi Mechanism?
That is a matter easily handled.
Thinking of this, Shi Huaidie exhaled deeply, calming her expression, glanced at the red candle, it was a copper maid, half-kneeling on the ground, holding a lamp-like item, the red candle had burned past halfway, she calculated the time in her heart, murmuring:
