Chapter 6 — Blood Contract Vermilion Bird

Sui Huyen was silent for a long time, then finally turned around, his broad back blocking the light, his voice was as light as a breeze: "I am now... just a water dragon that has not yet fully transformed. The time I fell into the Demon Wilderness before, my primordial spirit was damaged, to restore my true body, I still need time. I originally had no way to retreat, let alone angering Nguyen Thuy Thien Venerable... Nguyet Truc, after all, is still your most proud disciple." His words seemed to suppress an invisible layer of pressure. Thanh Hoa lowered her eyes, then smiled slowly, that smile chilled people to the bone: "If you want to be the Dragon Queen..." "Then let her have her wish." She paused, the corners of her lips curved into a sharp arc: "It's just that..." "The price to pay..." "It will be very expensive." He tilted his head slightly, his golden pupils reflecting dragon scales, his voice low and soft: "What do you mean... using blood to seal the soul?" Thanh Hoa curled her lips, her eyes were as cruel as knives, each word fell, cold to the heart: "That's right. Let her volunteer all her heart and soul to be the key to open the gate of Heaven." Those two eyes made my heart cold. In my previous life, right at this time, I was still doing my best to heal Thanh Hoa. I don't know, behind my back, how many times they secretly discussed, just to find a way to put me to death. Thinking of this, I only feel bitter in my heart... It turns out, all these years, my sincerity... was literally given to the dogs to gnaw on. When Nguyet Truc appeared in front of me, her breathing was weak and her steps wobbly, I was truly stunned for a moment. Her face was pale, sweat poured down her forehead, her trembling hands pressed tightly against her chest. Even so, the corner of his lips still forced an ugly smile: "Linh Hy... you must... be very jealous of me, right?" Looking at that half-human, half-ghost appearance, I only felt cold in my heart. I gently used my spiritual energy to probe her body. At that moment, the familiar pain came, startling me, causing me to quickly withdraw my hand. I just looked at her quietly, my eyes calm, without saying a word. Seeing this, Nguyet Truc became even more mad, almost screaming: "Don't look at me with those pitiful eyes! From childhood to adulthood, it's always been like that! My spiritual power is weak, you have to help me practice. My family was in trouble, you were injured and still carried me up the mountain to worship the teacher. I was bullied, you also rushed in to protect me!" She choked, then laughed bitterly: "What are you to me, huh?! Based on what, you control me?! Just because that year... my mother casually threw you a bun, do you consider yourself my sister? I don't need it!" I looked at her, feeling more amused than angry. Nguyet Truc continued to laugh coldly, his voice gradually becoming hoarse: "I know... you were also reincarnated, right? I... am not willing! Why in my previous life, I chose Vermilion Bird, but in the end my bones were broken to pieces? This time, I chose Phong Dat Hoa, but still not as good as you! In my previous life, you made him obediently obedient, cherishing you like a precious treasure... What about me?!" “Lao Thien is really partial to you!” I closed my eyes slightly, as if covering my ears and not wanting to hear anymore. Up to this moment, she still doesn't understand where she went wrong. Fish and bears cannot be kept together, but she was greedy and wanted everything, eventually falling into the abyss herself. For a long time, Nguyet Truc seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his hand pressed tightly against his chest, the corner of his lips curved up into a distorted smile. She threw her head back and burst out laughing, her laughter was hoarse, almost crazy: "You... would have told me sooner... Just a few bowls of blood! In exchange for being the Queen of the Dragon Queen, peerless and noble... Worth it!" Then she lowered her voice, her tone was sweet and long, full of magic: "Dat Hoa promised me... As long as I obediently dedicate my heart and soul to Thanh Hoa... When I return to Thien

world, he will make me… Dragon Queen.” Because Nguyet Truc was obsessed with the position of Long Queen, he was deceived by Phong Dat Hoa and willingly let him take his blood. But so what? I have long since repaid your mother's kindness. Even if she died quietly, in my eyes, it would be a very gentle ending. Now, it's time... to repay the old feud! Nguyet Truc staggered out of my cave, her thin figure swaying like a withered leaf falling in the wind. On her body, the talisman I used to cast the last time, over time became even more discreet, hidden deep in her core, no one could recognize it. The day of great joy - the elder brother got married to the elder's daughter. On that day, the master who had been in seclusion for three years finally came out. In the midst of joy and celebration, it's rare to see little junior sister not opening her mouth to mock me. She just stood quietly in the crowd, her face pale, her eyes pitifully looking at Thanh Hoa and Phong Dat Hoa who were making love to their concubines right before everyone's eyes, as if there were only two of them left in this world. The master immediately noticed something unusual, his eyes darkened, filled with murderous intent: "What happened?" Nguyet Truc bit her lip, tremblingly opened her mouth: "Master, I..." But before he could finish speaking, his master frowned slightly. He smelled the faint scent of blood around her body. With just one spiritual power probe, all the truth is revealed. Nguyet Truc was startled and quickly wanted to hide it, but her master moved faster, the spiritual force pressed down, she had no way to escape, so she bowed her head, her voice trembling like a fallen leaf, and said everything: "Sister Thanh Hoa... suffers from congenital heart disease, every day she has to use the blood and heart of the Thanh Van Tong nun as a guide, to be able to maintain her life." As soon as the words ended, the whole hall shook. Everyone looked at each other, their faces changed. No wonder recently no one has seen the little sister... it turns out, she has been drawing blood from her own heart every day for someone else. The second senior brother clenched his fists, his eyes were red, his heart ached, he only hated himself for not being able to bear it for her. Don't rush, there will be a chance... very soon. After the Master heard it, his face immediately turned as deep as ink, his eyes were as cold as ice. He racked his brain and still didn't understand, a little disciple who was once proud and arrogant like her, why was he willing to become a living medicine furnace for others?! The corner of the master's lips trembled, anger and sadness filled his eyes. Then, I saw him coldly pull out the Thanh Van Bich Van Sword from his waist, his aura as sharp as a whirlwind. A torrent of sword intent erupted, forcing everyone in the palace to take three steps back. The master growled softly, his voice hoarse but majestic like thunder: "Phong Dat Hoa... Today, I have to cut you on the spot!" Hearing his master's order to kill Phong Dat Hoa, Nguyet Truc suddenly froze, unable to sit still any longer. She knelt down in front of her master, her trembling hands clutching the wide white sleeves, her pale face covered with a layer of tears: "Master... this is Nguyet Truc's decision... Please... don't worry about me anymore..." She couldn't explain. No one on this continent will believe that Phong Dat Hoa is the son of destiny, even less will anyone believe that the true dragon really came to earth. In everyone's eyes, her behavior was no different from being blinded by love, blindly protecting an unworthy man. When the master heard her begging like that, he became even more angry. With murderous intent surging, he yanked the Bich Van Sword out of its sheath, a fierce sword intent exploded, forcing everyone in the palace to take three steps back. Nguyet Truc risked his life to cover Phong Dat Hoa's face. As for him, his face was as pale as ash, his eyes were cold as stone. Bich Van Sword - a masterpiece crafted by the number one idol, no one has ever been able to touch it before

hilt. Yet... Nguyet Truc can hold it in her hands, play with it freely, and not accept any criticism. Not only that, her breath and her master's breath were strangely similar. In the most dangerous moments, Bich Van Kiem will even automatically protect her - something the entire Thanh Van Tong knows well. In the past, in front of all the disciples, it was her master who personally taught her to control the sword energy of Bich Van Kiem, which soon became a well-known fact in the sect. I glanced at Beauty Hoa Vu standing next to me and gently gave a signaling look. She smiled slightly and nodded, slowly raising her hand to make a seal. Hoa Vu - talented talisman master, proficient in the five elements and eight trigrams, thoroughly understanding the Qi sect's armor, is one of the two Thanh Van double periods of the sect, and is famous in all directions with me. Just a moment later, the talisman hidden in Nguyet Truc's body that I had previously struck was triggered by Hoa Vu. Immediately, she felt like she was burned from the inside, hot sweat flowed down, her heart felt like it was burning red, her breathing was chaotic, her eyes went wild. The master frowned, quickly put down his sword, stepped forward to support her, his voice was low and filled with worry: "Nguyet Truc... what's wrong?" She hugged her head tightly, muttering non-stop, her voice was hoarse, repeating the same sentence over and over again: "It's not... it's not true... it's all fake... fake...!" The crowd had not yet had time to react... Then Nguyet Truc suddenly snatched the Bich Van Sword from his master's hand. I only saw her turn around, and in the moment the sword wind passed by... "Whoosh!" A trail of blood erupted. Bich Van Sword penetrates straight through the master's chest! No one could believe their eyes. The main hall suddenly fell into absolute silence, with only the sound of blood drops falling on the stone floor, each sound like a hammer hitting people's hearts. The blood was as bright red as a blooming apricot blossom, drop by drop falling down and wetting the master's robe! Just hearing a heavy "thump" sound, his tall body fell straight to the ground. Not even a groan had time to come out, the blood from the wound quickly stained the ground under his feet red. The master's eyes widened to the extreme, as if carrying thousands of unresolved resentments.
“Ah —————!” A scream that tore through the sky rang out. “Killed… murdered!” “Teacher… junior sister killed master!!!”