After Zhou Zhiruo left, Song Qingshu felt increasingly distressed.
If you hold back for a moment, you'll only get angrier; if you back down, you'll only feel like you've lost out.
He was actually looked down upon by a dog!
He could tolerate being looked down upon; he wouldn't stoop to the level of an animal.
However, Zhou Zhiruo used the clumsy excuse of being tired and exhausted to make excuses, saying that she needed to go back and rest.
Enraged, Song Qingshu decided to go to the back mountain, find that stupid dog, and skin it alive.
However, upon arriving at the back of the mountain, they saw Zhou Zhiruo, who had said she was going back to rest, sitting next to the dog, happily eating a large piece of roasted mutton.
Song Qingshu was furious; he felt a lump in his throat and almost suffocated.
This is intolerable!
You're a useless piece of trash who can't even cultivate, how dare you steal my woman!
"Go to hell!"
Song Qingshu roared and drew his longsword, thrusting it at Xu Long with all his might.
"Not good!"
Upon seeing Song Qingshu appear, Zhou Zhiruo immediately sensed something was wrong.
This person is petty and narrow-minded; seeing her with Xu Long will surely make him very angry.
They had previously plotted to ruin Xu Long's reputation, so they must have now decided to kill him.
As expected, without any intention of listening to any explanation, Song Qingshu drew his sword and thrust it forward.
One Mid Innate, and the other didn't know martial arts; the outcome was obvious.
If it were in the past, Zhou Zhiruo would definitely not have reacted at all to seeing Xu Long being killed.
However, being fucked all night last night has caused huge changes in both her physical and mental state.
Without thinking twice, Zhou Zhiruo instinctively stopped Song Qingshu.
Unfortunately, their strengths were not far apart; one intercepted, while the other attacked in anger, and the outcome was self-evident.
Zhou Zhiruo failed to completely block Song Qingshu; her sword was deflected and missed its mark. However, the shockwave struck Xu Long's chest, knocking him off the cliff.
"Woof!"
With a roar of anger, Rice Bucket glutton jumped down after Xu Long.
"It's a good dog, but it's a pity it's been paired with a good-for-nothing."
Seeing Xu Long fall off the cliff, Song Qingshu cursed angrily and then sheathed his sword.
He felt somewhat resentful for failing to kill Xu Long, but Zhou Zhiruo's reaction made him extremely uncomfortable.
Yesterday we were plotting against Xu Long together, so why are you helping him today?
"She said she was tired and wanted to go back to rest, and then she ate barbecue with that good-for-nothing Zhang Wuji. Could it be...?"
Looking at the unique charm in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, Song Qingshu's mood immediately soured.
Although the Wudang Sect has strict rules, once you leave the mountain, no one will care about you anymore.
Given Song Qingshu's temperament and personality, he must have done a lot of bad things.
He could tell at a glance that the hint of allure in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes was clearly a sign of a newlywed.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Song Qingshu was so angry he felt like vomiting blood, wishing he could stab Zhou Zhiruo to death with a sword.
"You whore ridden by a thousand men, how dare you..."
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Upon hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed drastically.
Anyone who hears such words would be furious.
"You're asking for it!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Zhiruo drew her sword and pierced Song Qingshu's shoulder.
"You..."
Crimson blood gushed out, and Song Qingshu's anger instantly turned into terror.
Under normal circumstances, his strength was about equal to Zhou Zhiruo's, but since she had the Heavenly Sword, he would be defeated in just a few moves.
Furthermore, given his current injuries, if Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
" Junior Sister Zhiruo, I was wrong, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things, I shouldn't have insulted you, I'm a beast. Please forgive me, forgive me."
Song Qingshu slapped himself while begging for mercy. His servile appearance made Zhou Zhiruo want to vomit.
"Get out!"
Zhou Zhiruo's face was full of disgust. How dare such trash covet her beauty? What a piece of trash.
" Junior Sister Zhiruo, Junior Sister Zhiruo."
Song Qingshu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and fled as quickly as a rabbit.
Zhou Zhiruo thought for a moment, then immediately returned to her room, grabbed her things, and went down the mountain.
Given Song Qingshu's nature, he would definitely try every means to scheme against her.
To ruin her reputation, or even take her life.
Zhou Zhiruo's scheming was far more profound than Song Qingshu's; how could she put herself in such a dangerous situation?
In this situation, the best course of action is to leave this place of trouble and return to Mount Emei.
As for the subsequent handling, Zhou Zhiruo had already thought it through: she would definitely ruin Song Qingshu's reputation and make him wish he were dead.
"You filthy bitch, how dare you treat me like this! I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Back in his room, Song Qingshu tended to his wounds while gritting his teeth.
He hated Xu Long intensely, and he hated Zhou Zhiruo even more.
One was the object of his affections, and the other was a useless person incapable of cultivation, yet they dared to do such a despicable thing right in front of him.
He'll make those two regret ever being born!
He hadn't seen Zhou Zhiruo overnight, and she was now married. Seeing her reject him and eat with Xu Long, he naturally assumed that Xu Long had taken advantage of Zhou Zhiruo.
He was right; it was Xu Long who did it.
Song Qingshu was furious, but he was in a lot of trouble. Xu Long had been thrown off a cliff, and Zhou Zhiruo had become his enemy. He needed to find a way to get himself out of punishment first.
"If you are unjust, don't blame me for being unjust."
Song Qingshu applied medicine to the wound, bandaged it, and then immediately led his men to surround Zhou Zhiruo's room.
"She's not a disciple of the Emei Sect, but a demoness sent by the Demon Cult to steal the Heavenly Sword. Everyone, follow me and kill her!"
Song Qingshu roared angrily, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Senior brother, has our master seen her before...?"
A third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect cautiously said something, and was immediately kicked to the ground by Song Qingshu.
"Now that my grandmaster, uncles, and senior uncles are in seclusion, I'm in charge of the Wudang Sect. If I say she's Demon Cult witch, then she is Demon Cult witch. Do you want to become Demon Cult witch too?"
Song Qingshu snorted coldly; if this person dared to contradict him, he would kill him immediately.
"I understand, that Zhou Zhiruo is the demoness from the Demon Cult Sect."
This Wudang Sect disciple was very pragmatic and immediately unified his story.
"That's right, you're very smart."
Song Qingshu nodded in satisfaction. This disciple was very adaptable; after being trained, he could become his lackey.
Many things that I am inconvenient to do myself can be entrusted to him.
Song Qingshu enjoyed this feeling, as if he held great power and was the leader of the Wudang Sect.
Bang!
He kicked the door open and roared, " Song Qingshu audacious vixen! How dare you deceive the Wudang Sect and attempt to steal the Heavenly Sword! You're truly courting death!"
The voice was loud, clear, and powerful, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
But when he looked inside, the empty room seemed to mock his ignorance and folly.