The Villain’s White Lotus Halo Chapter 81

Chapter 81

As Master's apprentice, I always have to do something
Translated by Vaishu
Edited by Vaishu
The more he was sure, the more certain he was that something big was happening on the Crosscut Mountain. It was big enough to change heaven and earth.
With his current cultivation realm, he couldn’t see the power of the world Laws contained within the red clouds from such a long distance, but he could faintly feel the terrifying power emitting from them.
Yu Shi invited Zhou Yuandao to join the sect in the Sword Viewing Formation. Now, there was such a large-scale battle going on on the mountain.
The worst conjecture that the Green Foothold Sword Sect had made was already true.
Luo Mingchuan saw more than he did.
He knew that the only option now was to go up the mountain as quickly as possible, even if it was useless.
A battle of that level was not something they could face right now.
However, if he gained a bit more strength and gained a bit more time, he might be able to obtain a turning point.
At a time like this, blocking the way was the most time-consuming thing.
Luo Mingchuan’s eyes turned cold.
It was rare for such an expression to appear on his face. The more Yin Biyue felt it, the angrier his senior brother became.
The person blocking the way was an acquaintance.
In Ye Cheng, the two of them made friends, and their relationship was as tranquil as water. They also met enemies, and their killing intent soared to the skies, as the sharpness of swords gleamed in their eyes.
Zheng Wei held his sword and stood in the middle of the road.
In Ye Cheng, he was injured by Ye Zhiqiu’s killing intent, returning to the mountain and closing the gate of life and death.
The chances of dying in seclusion like this were extremely high, but once he came out alive, his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds.
The more Yin Biyue held down Luo Mingchuan’s sword and said.
“I think you want to kill me more than the orders from the sect.”
Zheng Wei was waiting here, most likely to intercept the troublemaker who wanted to enter the sect tonight.
Perhaps there were already people waiting for them on every path that led to the Parasol.
However, they happened to meet Zheng Wei.
It could be said that Zheng Wei had coincidentally been waiting for them.
He was prepared for not answering, Zheng Wei responded.
“Yes.”
Even when he said he wanted to kill someone, his voice was calm and without any ripples.
“But you can’t kill me right now, because we have two people.”
Zheng Wei nodded.
Luo Mingchuan was too strong.
This sort of understanding was based on the intuition of many years of killing.
Even though he had exited the life and death arena, he couldn’t see the difference in the cultivation realm between him and his opponent.
“If you want to kill me, there’s only one chance. Let my senior apprentice-brother go first.”
“Otherwise, the two of us will be able to kill you.”
When Zheng Wei heard this, he fell silent as if he was thinking.
Luo Mingchuan frowned. He didn’t say anything just now because he respected his junior, but he didn’t agree with what he was doing.
Yan Yu was still holding onto the hand he used to pull out the sword, and his expression was very determined.
He understood the meaning behind the words “wealth is great”.
It was true that they could fight the enemy together, but it would take too long to kill Zheng Wei without fear of death. If they didn’t kill him, they wouldn’t be able to.
The events on the mountain were not worth waiting for.
“Senior Brother, you said you would believe me.”
Now I believe in myself.
“I want to do it myself.”
Yin Biyue said to Luo Mingchuan.
He gave Zheng Wei a choice: Follow the orders of the sect, try to intercept them as much as possible; or fulfill his wish and kill the people he had always wanted to kill.
At this moment, Zheng Wei made his move, his green robe swaying slightly.
He took three steps to the right, out of the way.
The more he guessed, the better he guessed. To a madman like Zheng Wei, the scheme for the rest of his life and the overall situation in the world was not that important.
He slowly released Luo Mingchuan’s hand, finally revealing a pleading expression.
Luo Mingchuan finally nodded.
His body became a bit blurry and he disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared more than 100 feet away.
Zheng Wei had no expression on his face as if he had never seen it before.
From the moment they met until Luo Mingchuan left, the minds of the various parties had been whirling. It was only the time for half a cup of tea, and the more they thought about it, the faster it got.
However, he was still afraid that Zheng Wei would go back on his words, so he asked as if he were delaying.
“Why do you want to kill me so badly?”
His master had killed Zheng Wei’s master, and Clasping Park Sect would be slapped in the face. At that time, he would also need someone to test if the Sword Saint could come out of the Fallen Star Abyss.
These were the reasons why Zheng Wei went to Ye Cheng.
This time, although Zheng Wei’s killing intent had settled down, like a sharp blade returning to its sheath, it did not reveal its edge.
However, the more they walked across the Eastern Continent’s wasteland, the clearer they felt it.
He also understood that it wasn’t giving up, but storing up potential.
However, he truly did not understand where such persistent killing intent came from.
Even though he knew that the other party was a lunatic and that he was only 14 years old, every time his mind was disturbed or his cultivation was restricted, he would kill him.
But why not kill someone else?
It would be extremely difficult to kill him. Even if he succeeded, he would definitely not be let off by Cang Ya Mountain.
Zheng Wei replied, “Those who wish to kill us cannot be killed. The thought of killing us cannot be quelled.”
“If I don’t kill you, my dao heart will be incomplete. This is even more unbearable than death.”
The richer the treasure, the more speechless he became.
He realized that the other party was reasonable, but unfortunately, he did not agree with this logic.
In fact, he let Luo Mingchuan leave first, the less arrogant he was. He only thought of his master — —
The only thing my master taught me was the sword art of killing.
Then, as my master’s disciple, I have to do something.
If he had nothing to say at this time, his master would definitely be unhappy.
Yin Biyue thought about it, he said,
“What pursuit of the perfect dao heart? To put it bluntly, it’s the weak pinching of a persimmon.”
You dare to say that you don’t want to kill a saint or your senior, Lin Yuangui?
But you only dare to think about it because you know you won’t be able to kill it.
You’re scared.
“Your Dao-heart has never been complete.”
“Rumble …”
As the sword qi from his opponent descended, the ground shook violently and a crack appeared. Rocks and dirt flew everywhere and dust filled the air!
The Yin Biyue flew up into the air, but it didn’t retreat, instead, it advanced forward. It was unknown when it had already left its sheath.
The flying dust was split by the cold light, and a sharp sound of wind breaking rang out. The face of the sword-wielding Yin Biyue was as deep as water.
After saying so much, he finally succeeded in angering Zheng Wei.
When he was in seventh place, Zheng Wei challenged Lin Yuan to a duel. After his defeat, he went to kill three hundred bandits.
Duan Chong Xuan had mentioned this back in Ye Cheng.
Anger could increase one’s might, but in a life-and-death battle, in a matter of minutes, anger could cause one to reveal flaws.
“Rustle, rustle …”
The Lacustrine Sword stabbed into the opponent’s scapula, causing blood to gush out like a waterfall.
This strike did not have any fancy skills, and could not even be called a move.
However, there was absolute speed. If Zheng Wei hadn’t avoided the heart meridian at the last moment, he would have already died.
Yin Biyue attacked, using the killing sword art.
He had been so patient and long-winded just now that he couldn’t bear it any longer.
Therefore, when he used this strike, his entire body was smooth sailing.
His mental state was nearing its peak, and the Second Sword did not need time to fully display its might.
The cold wind swept the ground, and the sky gradually darkened. The red clouds became even more dazzling, like raging flames scorching the sky.
Eighty miles away from the Bo-Mu Sect, the main road was covered in a layer of frost, as cold as the dead of winter.
Cold Water Sword.
From the moment he spoke to Zheng Wei until the moment he took out his sword.
Although it appeared to be slow, it was actually fast. The rhythm of the battle was instantly grasped in Yan Ziyue’s hands.
The coldness of the blade was imminent. Zheng Wei retreated swiftly, retreating ten zhang without any hesitation.
At the same time, the tip of the sword showed the simple and unadorned pattern of the revolving formation. The sword moved in a Sundanese position and pierced out at an oblique angle. Its trajectory formed a brilliant ray of light that headed straight for the other party’s forehead.
He was retreating, but he didn’t choose to use his sword to defend. Instead, he was fighting with his opponent for his life.
If the Frost Water Sword was unwilling to withdraw its momentum, the Eight Trigrams Sword would injure the enemy.
Killing eight hundred enemies and losing a thousand lives. This madman who had no fear of death was truly terrifying.
However, after leaving the Wasteland, the thing that Yin Biyue was the least afraid of was fighting for his life.
Leaning on the lake, like the arrival of winter on all sides.
The ice on the ground rapidly spread out, and the grass and withered trees on both sides of the road were completely frozen.
Yin Biyue’s brow peak and ciliary feather, are both condensed light frost.
Finally, the tip of the sword froze the blood on the wound.
Zheng Wei’s expression was slightly puzzled.
He had thought of failure because the young man before him was no longer the same person who broke through the barrier of Ye Chenqiu’s lakeside.
However, he could not believe that he did not even have the chance to use the third strike.
Holding the Eight Trigrams Sword in his hand, Zheng Wei fell backward. His eyes were wide open, unable to close them.
He also knew many sword techniques and many magical artifacts, but they no longer held any meaning.
Leaning against the lake and returning to his scabbard, Yin Biyue walked past him. This time, he did not say another word.
However, he walked very slowly. Just a moment ago, when he had used up all of his true essences, he had nearly lost all of his strength.
He looked at the sky and thought, Senior Brother, should be on the mountain.
That evening, the sky over the Hengduan Mountains had a red cloud. When the people of the West Continent saw it from afar, they would feel that it was like the sunset glow.
However, it was already late in the night, and the rays of the sunset still lingered on, causing one to feel uncomfortable with their redness.
Some people began to panic, unable to cultivate or meditate, but they could not think of anything else they could do besides praying.
More and more ordinary people didn’t know what was going on. They were only discussing among themselves as they stared blankly at the magnificent scene.
Yu Shi felt that it was time to end this.
There shouldn’t be any variables.
Zhou Yuandao’s strike was truly powerful. It was also at the point where his sword energy was exhausted.
He even thought that Rongzhu’s plan was right, he should first get rid of Zhou Yuantao. This person had such a firm mind and was stronger than they had expected.
Late elimination of a day was a major obstacle.
The middle-aged Daoist in the sea of blood had his cheeks sunken. His face was pale and pale, and a clear light began to radiate from his body.
Finally, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. This time, it was his heart’s blood.
Murong Zhuo, with his long, unbound black hair, smiled, but it was still a casual smile.
Against his blood-like red clothes, he looked eerie and terrifying.
Before he finished laughing, he suddenly frowned and looked toward the sea of clouds!
In the next moment, he felt something in the rest of his life as well. As he looked over, his cold expression turned into one of astonishment.
On the other side of the sea of clouds, an unparalleled pressure emanated. It was the might of the Asian Sage.
That’s impossible.
But even more, they never imagined that the first to arrive at the summit would not be Mr. Headmaster’s stone seal, nor was it Wu Wang’s wooden Buddhist bead.
It was a young man.
A junior that should not have appeared in this battle.
His breathing was a little ragged, and his Daoist robe was stained with blood. It was obvious that many people had attempted to stop him on his way up the mountain.
But now that he was here, there was no one at the foot of the mountain to stop him.