The red and white things splashed in the mire, and the usually aloof disciple of the great elder Azure Cloud Sect was completely dead.
Su Yueli breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that the big stone that had been pressing on his chest for a hundred years finally fell to the ground completely.
She looked at the headless body on the ground and murmured in a low voice, "Shen Qing'an, I avenged you on the snowy night..."
Su Yueli raised his foot and shook the blood on his shoe on the gray boulder nearby.
Then, through the cold white carved mask, she smiled coldly at Shen Huai'an who was slowly landing on the ground:
"Young sect leader, after all, he is a fellow disciple, but you really don't want to save him?"
Shen Huai'an stood on the clean ground not far away, with no wave of expression on his face:
"I have no obligation to save him. Immortal sects stand side by side. It's just superficial. If a great elder's direct descendant dies, Azure Cloud Sect won't be able to hold his head high for the next thirty years."
Su Yueli snorted in her heart, she was indeed right in her bet.
These cultivators are completely selfish to the extreme, and there is no real sect unity at all.
"Before he died, he mentioned something about your brother." Su Yueli stared into his eyes and said coldly, "Aren't you going to ask something?"
Shen Huai'an thought for a moment, frowned, and felt an inexplicable pain in his chest.
But he finally shook his head, his tone still as indifferent as water:
"My brother is just a secular mortal without immortal roots. He will not live for more than a hundred years and will turn into a handful of loess sooner or later."
"Since he is destined to be a passer-by, there is no need to care about how he froze to death back then. It is nothing more than the law of the jungle."
Su Yueli smiled to himself under the mask, his heart feeling cold.
This guy has really changed completely.
Two hundred years of high-level cultivation has turned the village boy who would blush and give her steamed buns into a complete cold-blooded stone.
There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and even blood and family ties can be wiped out.
"Since the young sect master is so open-minded, I will take my leave." Su Yueli cupped his hands and turned around to leave this place Boulder Valley.
"Wait a minute."
Shen Huai'an suddenly took a step forward and called her in a low voice.
Su Yueli stopped and turned his head to look at him coldly.
Shen Huai'an was standing on the edge of the quagmire, with a very complicated look in his eyes and mixed emotions. He was silent for three full breaths before speaking in a hoarse voice:
"What happened to that unknown mountain village back then... and where have all the people in the village gone?"
Deep in his heart, after hearing the name Shen Qing'an, he actually wanted to know about the martial arts girl who always made him awkward in the village and made him remember it for almost two hundred years.
There was no warmth in Su Yueli's tone. "Don't think about it, they are all dead."
Shen Huai'an's body trembled slightly, his eyes were a little lonely and he sighed, "Mortals have a lifespan of a hundred years, and when the end comes, they will turn into withered bones. It is true."
"They don't die of old age."
Su Yueli sneered and stabbed Shen Huai'an directly in the heart, "Decades ago, they were killed by a powerful warrior, leaving no chickens or dogs left in the village."
"But there is a big secret here. The young sect master is the heir of the Azure Moon Sect. Is it possible that he didn't hear any news?"
Shen Huai'an was stunned on the spot, with a confused look on his face, and his brows were knitted into Sichuan characters. "Warrior? Massacre the village? This is absolutely impossible! When the elders of the sect took me away, they clearly said that there was an extremely serious plague in the village, and everyone in the village died of the disease. How could it be that they were all killed?"
Su Yueli looked at his blank expression that didn't seem to be fake, nodded slightly, and then gave a fatal blow in a vague way:
"Plague? This kind of nonsense can only deceive a puppet like you who has been locked in a secret room for two hundred years."
"The warrior who massacred the village has an endless relationship with you Azure Moon Sect senior officials. If the young sect leader really wants to be a sensible person, it is better to wait until this conference is over and go back to ask your lord the sect master."
Shen Huai'an heard the thorn in her words, and his face turned pale in an instant.
He looked at the masked woman in green skirt in front of him, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask her who she was and why she knew this, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't come out.
He didn't know why, but when he looked at the cold and aloof woman in front of him, he always felt that her eyes overlapped with that of an old friend deep in his memory who always wore a blue shirt and refused to become an immortal even if he died.
But soon, he forcefully shook off this absurd idea.
Impossible.
Su Yueli was detected to be Severed Meridian Physique back then, and there was no trace of Root Bone who was a cultivator.
Now that Sexagenary Cycle has passed, mortals have long since died. How is it possible that someone can live to be almost two hundred years old without Spiritual Power, and still kill monk Fifth Realm with one punch?
Su Yueli Seeing that he was standing there in a daze, with no intention of stopping him, he immediately snorted coldly.
She took a step forward, Illusion-Breaking Realm's terror Qi and Blood instantly broke out, and her whole body turned into a cyan afterimage and disappeared into the deepest part of the wilderness.
Shen Huai'an stood alone in the cold night wind, looking at the direction Su Yueli was leaving, without moving for a long time.
The Daoist heart that was originally dead seemed to have been thrown into a huge boulder, causing a huge wave of waves.
Qingli...Yueli...
These two very similar names kept ringing in my mind, and Shen Huai'an's breathing even became a little rapid.
But soon, he shook his head mockingly.
Impossible...
Mortal warriors can only live for two hundred years. The girl in green shirt who cannot cultivate immortality without Root Bone should have died long ago before the deadline.
At that moment, he instinctively wanted to rush forward, force the masked woman to stay, and ask for the truth.
But there was another voice in his heart that was warning him frantically.
He is a high-ranking young master of the sect. If he wants to attain enlightenment and ascend in the future, he should completely cut off all the mundane causes and effects of the past.
He wanted to stay, but he didn't want to face the past. The two thoughts were torn in his mind, causing him to struggle internally and his face was a little distorted.
But who is this mortal woman...
Why can Fifth Realm Immortal Master be killed with a simple martial arts hammer...
Why do you know so clearly about the small mountain village back then...
"Could it be that... she is the child of an old friend?"
Shen Huai'an's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
If she were the descendant of that person in the world, or the blood of the survivors in the village, all this would make sense.
But the other party's outright hatred towards the Azure Moon Sect's top management cannot be faked.
Shen Huai'an The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and my mind became a mess.
Some things, once their disguise is ripped open, can never be covered up again.
The deception of the elders of the sect, the true cause of death of all the people in the village, and the "high-level black hands" she mentioned were all frantically impacting his Daoist heart.
"When Cultivators' Tournament is over, you must go back and ask the sect leader for clarification."
Shen Huai'an gritted his teeth and suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his heart.
He glanced coldly at the headless corpse of Jiang Ran on the ground, and took a step forward. The whole body turned into a stream of cold white light and disappeared in the dead night.