Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1070 Grandmaster Uncle, Years of Inner Demons

He suddenly felt a chilling, bone-piercing aura, like the deepest abyss, locking onto him!

He stiffly, inch by inch, turned his head to look at the prison door.

His gray robe was stained with blood, and he had clearly dealt with most of the outer guards silently.

The newcomer had a lean face, with three long strands of beard hanging down to his chest, and an imposing aura between his brows.

Xuanqing, a peak Venerable, is a third-generation disciple under the Heavenly Venerable.

In terms of seniority, he was two generations higher than Yin Wuji, and was of the same generation as Yin Wuji's grand-uncle.

Xuan Qing's gaze calmly fell on Yin Wuji.

That gaze was devoid of any emotion, yet it made Yin Wuji feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his blood seemingly frozen.

He activated the power of the great formation, and under this gaze, he involuntarily paused and froze!

Yin Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and he cried out in alarm:

"Grandmaster Xuanqing?!"

Yin Wuji finally realized what was happening.

He glanced at Yun Yao, who was gradually fading into the starlight vortex, and then at Xuan Qing, who was blocking the doorway. His face alternated between pale and flushed.

"Grandmaster Xuanqing! Why are you doing this?!" His voice trembled, filled with fear and madness. "Yun Yao's crime was determined by the Heavenly Palace!"

"If you save her, you'll be making an enemy of the Heavenly Palace! Lord Xuanwu said that as long as you don't get involved in this matter, he can guarantee your advancement to Heavenly Venerable!"

Xuanqing did not answer.

His hand slowly drew the sword.

The sword is three feet long, pure white, like a pool of autumn water.

A hundred years ago, this sword was named "Frostbite" and was bestowed upon it by the Celestial Venerable.

For a century, he sat alone on the solitary peak, never drawing his sword.

Because when the sword is drawn, there is always an obsession.

Tonight, he drew his sword.

"fart."

Two words, calm as an ancient well, yet carrying an undeniable power.

Yin Wuji became anxious.

He saw that the starlight vortex had shrunk to the size of only one person, and Yun Yao's feet had completely become ethereal.

If he had just one more breath, he would be gone!

"Grandmaster Uncle! Don't make another mistake!" Yin Wuji's voice rose, almost roaring, "You and Yun Yao... that's against all human ethics! You are her grandmaster uncle! You saved her, but she won't be grateful to you! She'll only hate you more!"

Yin Wuji's words were like a poisoned needle, precisely piercing Xuanqing's most painful wound in the past century.

Yes.

He was her grand-uncle.

What good is it if he saves her?

She won't be grateful.

She would only feel disgusted.

Xuanqing's hand holding the sword paused slightly.

Yin Wuji caught that moment of hesitation, and his voice turned as cold as a viper's hiss: "A hundred years ago, you didn't dare to save her because you knew you had improper thoughts about her."

"A grandmaster-uncle who's in love with his grand-nephew... Hahaha... Where is justice? Where is morality? Do you even deserve it? You saved her, and she'll only think—"

"enough."

A calm voice came from behind Xuan Qing.

Before anyone knew it, Zhang Yuan arrived.

At this moment, he stood beside Xuan Qing, the Myriad Beasts Divine Armor swirling with dark light in the shadows, his left eye's Chaotic Star vortex slowly rotating, and his right eye's Xuanhuang Divine Fire burning faintly.

His gaze was calm yet resolute.

"Senior Xuanqing."

Zhang Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

“You came to save her, not so that she would be grateful.”

"You came because you made a promise to me. Because you made a promise to yourself."

Whether she hates you or not is a matter for the future.

“She died in prison, and you’ll never get over it.”

He paused, glanced at Yun Yao who was about to disappear in the starlight vortex, and then looked at Xuan Qing's hand holding the sword.

"Besides, she may not hate you."

"She just doesn't know that you're waiting for her."

"Senior, two of the three breaths have passed. Only one breath remains."

"Only you can hold onto this last breath."

Xuanqing's body jolted violently.

The last breath.

Zhang Yuan is right.

Whether Yun Yao hates him or not is a matter for later.

She died in prison, and he will never get over it.

A century of sitting in solitude, a century of escapism, a century of inner demons—tonight, it's time for an end to this.

Xuanqing raised his head.

The confusion in his eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute determination.

That kind of resolute determination—once you've done it, you won't regret it.

His back was straight, his gray robe fluttered without wind, and the pressure of a peak Venerable was like a tangible tide, spreading in all directions.

His sword gleamed.

“Yin Wuji.” His voice regained the composure of a peak Venerable, even carrying a hint of coldness as if looking down on ants. “I said, three breaths.”

"First breath, you're talking nonsense." "Second breath, keep talking nonsense."

"Now, the third breath—"

His sword was positioned three inches in front of Yin Wuji's throat.

"You can't move."

Yin Wuji's face turned deathly pale, and he stood frozen in place.

He dared not move.

Xuanqing's sword remained unsheathed.

The scabbard of the Frostbite Sword was still attached to the blade.

But that bone-chilling sword energy had already blocked all his escape routes through the scabbard.

Xuan Qing is someone who has taken a half-step into the Heavenly Venerable level, while Yin Wuji is nothing more than a dog of Xuan Wu.

"you……"

Yin Wuji's throat bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

On the third breath, he was pinned to death by Xuan Qing's sword.

The starlight vortex suddenly contracted.

Yun Yao's figure blurred, became transparent, and disappeared in the starlight.

She saw the gray figure standing at the prison gate.

That figure was as upright as a pine tree, his gray robe fluttering in the wind.

He held a snow-white longsword in his hand. The sword was not yet drawn, but it had already locked down the entire aura of a venerable being.

"Master...Grand Uncle?"

Her voice was soft, filled with doubt, disbelief, and a trace of something suppressed in her heart for a century—

She had complex emotions that she herself couldn't explain.

A flash of starlight.

Yun Yao disappeared.

Inside the prison cell, the starlight had faded.

All that remained were empty cells and broken chains lying on the floor.

Xuanqing's sword slowly lowered.

He didn't turn around.

"Yao'er...take care."

His voice was hoarse, like the rubbing of withered bark from an old tree.

Yin Wuji slumped to the ground, his face ashen.

Yun Yao was kidnapped, and Xuan Wu will not let him go.

He wanted to run, but his legs felt weak.

"roll."

Xuanqing uttered only one word.

Yin Wuji scrambled and crawled, escaping into the depths of the passage.

Lei Potian knelt on the ground, covered in blood, breathing rapidly.

He had at least three broken ribs, a dislocated left arm, and a fractured right tibia.

But his eyes remained bright.

"General... I have not failed in my mission."

Zhang Yuan walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, and looked him in the eye.

"Of the six hundred men, how many are left?"

"Less than three hundred."

Zhang Yuan's hand paused slightly.

three hundred.

Three hundred lives

I changed it.

Is it worth it?

value.

Because Fairy Yunyao can save more people.

"Take them back." Zhang Yuan pressed down on his shoulder, gently channeling chaotic star energy into him to temporarily suppress the injuries. "Take good care of yourself."

"General, and what about you?"

"I have something to do." Zhang Yuan turned and walked towards the secret passage deep inside the prison. "To rescue someone else."

Xuanqing stood at the door, silently watching him.

"senior."

Zhang Yuan stopped walking without turning around.

"Thank you."

Xuanqing remained silent.

He simply sheathed the Frost Sword back into his waistband, turned, and walked in another direction—towards the Demon Suppression Tower.

Because he knew that Zhang Yuan was going to save Xuan Jue.

The restrictions on the Demon Suppression Tower are ten times stronger than those here.

It's a sacred realm, and we can't break into it.

He needs someone to clear the way. (End of Chapter)