Chapter 1013: Sword Pointed at the Spirit-Severing Abyss—Shen Qiu's Mental State Collapsed!
The feeling was like that of a mortal who had endured untold hardship, climbed sheer cliffs, fought and slain demonic beasts, and finally returned carrying a chest of gold, silver, and jewels, racing home in wild excitement to show them off.
Only to turn around and see that his old rival had merely gone out for a stroll and stumbled upon mountains of gold and silver.
Such an utterly absurd gap was too much even for Shen Qiu, whose face had long grown thicker than city walls after a hundred battles and a hundred defeats.
"Has he... fallen into madness?"
The cultivators watching were utterly baffled, unable to understand how a few idle remarks had thrown him so badly off balance.
The Burial Ground Disciples were gnashing their teeth in rage—inside the underground palace, they had been the ones taking the damage, and they had been the ones converted by the Buddhist sect. Yet this fellow who had reaped all the benefits actually dared to put on the airs of a victim? The heavens had truly been turned upside down!
Only Luo Guyin seemed to realize something. A strange glint flashed through her eyes. "He was shouting before about defeating Shen Yun... he couldn't have been serious, could he?"
Looking at that wooden, stunned figure, mischief suddenly rose in her heart, and she consoled him, "If you carve and then abandon it, even rotten wood cannot be cut. If you carve without ceasing, even metal and stone can be engraved. Little Brother Shen Qiu, would you be rotten wood that gives up halfway, or would you forge ahead through hardship and turn yourself into a legend?"
Her words were gentle and winding, carrying a soothing power that made