Chapter 716: Chapter 712: Concern (Extra Chapter)

Shen Ci’an’s mind was a bit complicated at this moment.

He wasn’t a good person, but he had to acknowledge Xuan Che’s favor.

But he was no longer the Blood Emperor.

The wind blew gently, and Shen Ci’an felt that he might not get an answer. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a dense mist suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

It was a dense blood mist.

A weak voice sounded, "No, I still cannot resurrect, but I have a bit of life left to tell you something."

"This is the Blood Spirit Technique, Dark Night Blood Technique..."

He used extremely weak power to transmit these Magic Formulas into Shen Ci’an’s mind.

"You don’t have to merge back to become the Blood Emperor; you can cultivate in this unique way and become the Blood Emperor once more.

Not Shen Jinsuo, but Shen Ci’an becoming the Blood Emperor.

Shen Ci’an sensed the power of these Cultivation Method Mantras, his expression changing, "You are the Holy Tree of the Blood Clan, existing before the Blood Clan appeared. What is your relationship with the Blood Clan, and why have you withered to this extent?"

Logically speaking, with such powerful strength, how could he wither?

Hearing this doubt, he heaved a long sigh, "Go do what you wish to do; one day you will know."

Shen Ci’an knew he wouldn’t get an answer.

He asked, "Can Xuan Che return?"

If there is no need for fusion, if Xuan Che could return, could he exist as himself separately?

...

On the other side

Su Muyao packed up her things, handed Ruirui to Shen Yi, Shen Qi, and Di Fu Yuan, and then left.

Before leaving, Di Fu Yuan gave her many instructions, which she patiently listened to and remembered one by one.

Su Muyao arrived at the place where the Taixu Secret Realm was to be opened, which was Luomu City.

Luomu City is very close to the Youluo Sword Sect, belonging to the territory of the Youluo Sword Sect.

Although Luomu City belongs to the territory of the Youluo Sword Sect, the Secret Realm does not belong to the Youluo Sword Sect.

Now that the Taixu Secret Realm was about to open, various forces have sent people.

After entering the city, Su Muyao saw disciples of the Youluo Sword Sect patrolling the city to maintain order.

Su Muyao only wanted to enter the Taixu Secret Realm to find something to resolve the Youluo Fragrance and didn’t want much contact with people, so she kept a low profile after entering the city.

There were still a few days before the Taixu Secret Realm opened,

So Su Muyao chose to first rent a house to stay in.

Nowadays, the house prices in Luomu City were astronomical, but Su Muyao’s space contained countless Spirit Stones given by Yue Wuhen and Shen Jinsuo.

She could buy any house at will, but since she’d only stay for a few days, there was no need to buy, just rent one first.

Su Muyao first looked at the houses, decided on one, and when she was ready to pay Spirit Stones to rent it, she was blocked.

The steward said they wouldn’t rent to her.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Su Muyao had to find another steward responsible for the houses.

That steward looked at her and said, "Miss, you should stop wasting your efforts, no one in Luomu City will accommodate you."

"However, if you go kneel and kowtow in front of our young lady, maybe if she’s happy, she will show some mercy."

Su Muyao’s eyes narrowed dangerously, "Who is your young lady?"

"Naturally, the daughter of our Sect Master."

The system whispered in Su Muyao’s ear, "This is too much."

Su Muyao said, "The daughter of the Sect Master of Youluo Sword Sect?"

"That’s right."

The system spoke, "Host, I feel it must be related to Mei Qingchen or even that Luo Liefeng."

Su Muyao’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and she turned to leave.

But at this moment, a figure on the second floor leaped down like an arrow from a bow, with a sharp sound breaking through the air. The whip, carrying a fierce momentum, struck directly at Su Muyao’s face, the whip even adorned with iron thorns, glinting coldly.

Caught completely off guard, it seemed to instantly cut through Su Muyao’s skin.

"Be careful!"

The system was extremely nervous, fearing injury to its Host.

Su Muyao’s eyes became sharp, and instead of retreating, she advanced, lightly tapping her toes on the bluestone slab. Her figure swept to the side like willow catkins, agile yet neat, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

The whip did not hit Su Muyao but landed on the ground.

The whip struck the ground heavily, and the force caused several cracks to appear instantly on the bluestone slab, sending debris flying.

At this time, someone on the street recognized it and exclaimed, "It’s the Mystic Iron Whip."

"This person is Miss Lin’s guardian."

It was evident that Miss Lin was the daughter of the Sect Master of Youluo Sword Sect.

Everyone in Luomu City understood that this person should not be provoked.

In an instant, seeing that he missed hitting Su Muyao’s face, he changed his stance, a flash of impatience in his eyes, and his spiritual power surged violently. The Mystic Iron Whip rose again.

This time, the force was even more fierce, the whip carrying a howling gale, precisely targeting Su Muyao’s brows and eyes, each move ruthless, clearly relentless, determined to destroy her appearance.

Su Muyao’s gaze darkened, and the Green Lotus Sword at her waist suddenly unsheathed, the blade glowing with a lustrous green light.

She turned her wrist lightly, taking advantage of the force of the man’s swing to slash in response.

With a crisp "clink," the Mystic Iron Whip was directly cut in half by the Green Lotus Sword, and the severed pieces fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, a towering fury surged in the man’s eyes, his vicious energy almost becoming tangible.

He drew the sword from his back and attacked again.

At this moment, a delicate yet arrogant female voice carried from the second floor, piercing through the surrounding clamor: "That sword is not bad indeed."

The crowd looked up to see a richly dressed woman leaning against the railing on the second floor, her brows and eyes full of nobility and arrogance.

Yet her gaze towards Su Muyao carried a harshness.

She still remembered a few days ago when Mei Qingchen’s Youluo Fragrance was acting up, and she went to see him.

But Mei Qingchen told her to get lost.

Mei Qingchen had been brought to the Youluo Sword Sect for a long time, tortured by the Youluo Fragrance, but he refused to bow his head.

She fancied him, such a face should be hers.

But Mei Qingchen’s gaze seemed to carry a murderous intent towards her.

Actually telling her to get lost, she was the daughter of the Sect Master of Youluo Sword Sect, never had anyone shown her such disrespect.

Her true form was a powerful Netherworld Black Panther, possessing strong calming power, capable of soothing the tumultuous spiritual power of males.

When Mei Qingchen’s Youluo Fragrance acted up, he needed her the most, but he rejected her.

Hah, she thought she would eventually win over Mei Qingchen.

Who could have thought Luo Jianfeng told her, Mei Qingchen had a female he cared about.

That female must have had a close relationship with Mei Qingchen.

Her father told her, Mei Qingchen had no Red Sand on his arm, meaning he already had a female.

She was unwilling, using the sect’s secret treasure to search for Mei Qingchen’s aura.

On this day, she really found a female connected to his aura.

This breathtaking face should be destroyed.

Yet it turned out to be quite good at hiding.

Lin Jiaoluo stared at the Green Lotus Sword in Su Muyao’s hand, her tone carrying an indisputable command: "Lin Kun, go grab her sword, remember, don’t kill her outright, leave her with a breath."

"I want to see to what extent Mei Qingchen will go for her then."

"Of course, also ruin her face."

Though on Fusang Continent, males valued the ability of females to soothe spiritual power more, but appearance was also very important, wasn’t it?

"Yes!"

As soon as she finished speaking, another guard, Lin Kun, suddenly leapt from the second floor.

He and another guard teamed up, one sword aiming straight for Su Muyao’s back, and the other at her neck, intending to strike from front and back, to enclose and attack Su Muyao.

At this time, the surrounding noise instantly quieted, and the onlooking Beastmen backed away, their faces full of fear.

Some couldn’t help but sigh softly, while others lowered their eyes silently in mourning for Su Muyao.

"Offended Miss Lin, this female is as good as dead."

"Such a pity for that appearance."

Everyone knew the Sect Master of Youluo Sword Sect indulged his daughter greatly, arranging formidable guards for her, all Four Realm Experts.

While the two Four Realm experts suppressed Su Muyao, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She was injured.

She quickly consumed an elixir, even preparing to consume one that rapidly enhanced power.

Indeed, thanks to Di Fu Yuan’s guidance, she had refined such an elixir over the past few days, ready for crucial moments.

This was just the right time to use it.

Su Muyao’s blood sprayed onto the Dragon Race Key, as if sensing Su Muyao’s danger, it erupted with a force, protecting Su Muyao at its center.

At this moment, in the distance, a vast and incomparable power suddenly surged from the heavens, carrying a unique and ancient majesty, akin to mountains and rivers in unison, instantly engulfing the entire long street.

Before anyone could react, the force had already transformed into an invisible shockwave, crashing fiercely into the two Hidden Guards. The two hadn’t even time to utter a scream before they flew backwards like broken kites, crashing heavily onto a distant wall with a dull thud. "Crack!"

"Crack!"

Immediately after, a few crisp sounds echoed consecutively, the swords in their hands shattered into several pieces by this force, fragments scattering all over the ground, and those two Hidden Guards, their meridians crushed by the force, instantly perished.

They didn’t even have time to react.

The wind suddenly intensified, sweeping the shattered swords and sand on the ground, as a purple figure stepped upon the wind, toes seemingly unstained by dust, like walking in air, with purple mist swirling around with each flutter of clothing.