Chapter 5 — Blood Tribulation Ascending Heaven

The corners of my lips slightly curled up, a smile so wide that it chilled my spine, like a blade flashing in the dark night. In that memory, I clearly remember... The day little junior sister falsely accused me of destroying my spiritual root... It was senior brother who came up with the idea - Forcing me to dig up my own inborn spiritual root to patch it up for her. Because I, the heavenly spirit root - can absorb spiritual energy several times more than ordinary people, and am a peerless natural talent. And little junior sister... is just a useless piece of junk spirit root. An abacus, truly... delicate and skillful. I stepped closer to him, the tip of the sword slowly tapping on the ground, my voice soft but cold to the bone: "Big brother... you tell me... is your life worth exchanging for a pair of spiritual roots?" 13 As soon as little sister discovered that I wasn't aiming at her, she immediately retreated to the farthest corner, curled up and sobbed, her voice choked and trembling. I raised my eyes and glanced at senior brother, the corners of my lips curved into a cold smile: "I remember... senior brother has dual spiritual roots, right? Only one level lower than my heavenly spiritual root." His body trembled slightly, his eyes flashed with panic, but he quickly gritted his teeth and pulled out his life sword, gritting his teeth and rushing forward. It's a pity... It's just a useless struggle. In the past, Master still had to avoid my sword tip by three points. What does he count as? With just three moves and two moves, I knocked him to the ground with one kick. Before I could use my life sword, it fell three feet away. In fact, hundreds of years ago, when little junior sister had not yet entered the sect, he was used to relying on the name of big senior brother, many times gradually oppressing me, making me uncomfortable in all kinds of ways. When the little sister entered the sect, he focused all his thoughts on her, doing everything he could to force her into a dead end. Even now, he still dreams about my spiritual roots... How ridiculous. Is an ordinary ant worthy of dreaming about my heavenly spiritual roots? I turned my wrist, the sword light flashed like lightning. The flying sword slashed straight down, tearing open his dantian. In the empty dan dien, the two spiritual roots of water and wood appear clearly. Senior brother wanted to launch a counterattack, but was restrained by my magic power, unable to move half an inch. All I could do was widen my eyes and watch with my own eyes as I gradually separated my spiritual roots from his dantian. The tearing sound of meridians mixed with the sound of sword light friction, causing the void to tremble. Just a moment later - He went from being the number one sword cultivator in the Xuan Thien Sect... to becoming a waste man with his meridians broken, his spiritual power exhausted. Having someone cut out your spiritual roots, the pain feels like your heart is being torn apart and your bones are being torn apart. But perhaps... the remains of a monk were still there, causing him to suppress the pain without letting out a single groan. Only the red eyes remained, staring fiercely at me, filled with thousands of resentments: "Dung Thanh! Why were you born with heavenly spiritual roots?!" “Why have I practiced all my life and never caught up with you?!” "Why... I'm clearly the senior brother of Huyen Thien Tong, but you still hold me under your feet everywhere, all the time?!" He laughed, the laughter was hoarse and broken, mixed with the sound of blood dripping: "Ha... ha ha ha... I want to destroy you, destroy everything you have... I want you to fall into the mud... never be able to be reborn!" He laughed like a crazy person, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot. At that moment, I suddenly... didn't want to kill him anymore. A person who lost all his cultivation, had his spiritual roots abandoned, fell from the lofty heights to the mortal abyss... Living a useless life, suffering torment, isn't... a hundred times more painful than death? I turned around and left. At that moment, his voice suddenly rang out, sharp as a knife stuck in his eardrum: "Dung Thanh! Why... don't you kill me?!" I didn't turn around, I didn't answer. In my eyes, there is only one goal left - Little Junior Sister.{Read full

at page Nguyet Hoa Cac} It's time... to send her off to U Minh. But he did not accept this outcome. Taking advantage of my turn, he rushed forward, using his whole body to stab my sword. The tip of the sword pierced straight through the chest, blood sprayed out in bright red streaks, spreading to the cold ground. He grinned, his breathing interrupted, but he did not forget to leave a final sentence to disgust me once more: "Dung Thanh... wait until you kill everyone... Let's see if you can still overcome the heavenly tribulations..." I bowed my head slightly, my eyes were frosty, but the corners of my lips curled up coldly: "Disappointed..." "I have attained the Dao... that is the Killing Dao." If possible, I really want to tell him personally, so that he can take this unwillingness to the yellow spring, so that even if he dies, he won't be able to feel at ease. Unfortunately... He was cut off in one breath, forever sleeping peacefully in the Northwest. The eyesores are now lying down. I slowly raised my eyes, my vision falling to the corner of the room - where little sister was trembling and huddled. With just one glance from me, her legs became weak and trembled uncontrollably. I can still see the arrogant, arrogant figure from the night before - The person who dared to declare in front of me, wanted to dig up my heavenly spirit root to patch his body. Now... Only fear remains, cowering like insects falling into a trap. "Senior... senior sister..." Her voice trembled, her lips were pale, and she stammered intermittently: "I... I was also forced... reluctantly..." I didn't bother to answer a word. People like her are not worth wasting another breath. I only mobilized all the spiritual energy of the heavenly spirit root, the murderous intent gathered, the sword light accumulated into heavenly lightning, and put all the spells into a single move. A sword... an absolute killer. The sword light exploded in the void, the sword intent was as cold as nine clouds, and lightning filled the sky. In an instant, the earth shook, the sky shook, and murderous aura exploded. But... when the light dissipated, the little junior sister still stood in the same place. Her hair is still neat, her shirt is not covered with a speck of dust... there is not a single wound. Meanwhile, the formation I arranged with my own hands, no one had ever been able to break, shattered into pieces and dissipated into nothingness. A figure stood before her, his body as straight as an ancient pine, his aura as deep as the deep sea, my sword pierced the space... yet he received it without taking a step back. I see that face clearly - eyes as deep as the bottom of an abyss, immense spiritual pressure, like electric light flashing in the dark night. The corner of my lips curled slightly, letting out a low laugh, like a sword blade touching cold ice: "Finally..." "It finally appears..." "Master."