Chapter 6 — Blood Tribulation Ascending Heaven

14 “Why… are you so stubborn about killing your junior sister?” The master's voice was still faint, the figure was dressed as white as snow, the face was like an immortal descending to earth, pure and cold, but... between the eyebrows slightly frowned, the eyes looking at me carried a bit of blame. I tightened my grip on the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sword lowered, murderous aura radiated from my body like lightning pressing down on the void. My voice was hoarse, each word pounded like heavy stone: "I want to kill you, Master... do you really not know why?" My gaze was like a blade, locked firmly on that familiar face, but the master only indifferently raised his eyelids, his deep pupils without ripples, without emotion, without wavering. “Even if she wants to dig up your spiritual roots, Huyen Thien Tong has so many geniuses and earthly treasures, how can she let you die and die?” “Dung Thanh... don't be hostile to her.” This word... was like a cold nail, driven straight into the bottom of my heart. I just wanted to try to check him out. Unexpectedly... He knows everything. He knew that little junior sister wanted to dig up my spiritual roots. He knew I had been harmed. However, he is still not on our side. He even... appeared to protect the person who almost caused me to die. A faint laugh, echoing in the throat, disappearing into nothingness... Damn it. Chill. It turns out, all the years of being a disciple, all the blood, sweat, and bones I buried in Huyen Thien Tong... in return... is just the word "not worth it". Memories of the past... are like sharp blades piercing my heart. At that time, I was just a poor little girl in the countryside, playing every day with the village children by the riverbank. That day... he was like an angel descending from the blue clouds, his white clothes fluttering, his sword energy was like dew, his eyes were gentle like spring water. He said he wanted to choose one of us and bring him to Huyen Thien Tong as his disciple. The children in the village were jostling and pushing, everyone's eyes shining like stars, competing to rush in front of him. It's just me... taking a step back, hiding in a dark corner. Our family is poor, there is not enough food to eat, not enough clothes to wear, the body is weak, the face is thin, not beautiful, not outstanding. Children's thinking is simple: Beautiful people will choose beautiful people. He, like a fairy descending from heaven... of course, would never choose a dirty, ugly person like me. But he walked through the crowd of children, stopped in front of me, with a gentle smile, deep eyes like a galaxy, holding my dirty hand: "You and I... are destined to be masters. Follow me back to Huyen Thien Tong... from now on you are my disciple." That day, I thought that... it was a lifetime gift. Now that I think about it… how ridiculous it was. What's the fate of the master? It's just a pre-planned destiny plan. He calculated everything. One day... I will become the stepping stone for his little sister, letting her step on me and step onto the path of heaven. The years he smiled gently at me, the days he taught me every word... all... just because he already knew my end. It turns out, from beginning to end... I was just a chess piece. 15 Since that's the case... If the master doesn't care at all about the so-called discipleship, then I don't need to retain a trace of respect. I raised my sword, killing intent surging, and slashed directly at him. He did not accept the attack, just dodged with difficulty, his white robe fluttering and dusted with ash. But it's not because he despises me, it's because... he can't handle it. When he brought his little junior sister back, he was covered in injuries, his cultivation was heavily depleted, and he even dropped a level. The next day, he immediately went into seclusion to treat his injuries. Logically, that wound should recuperate for at least a year. But in less than three months, for his little sister, he personally appeared and even risked his life to face my full-strength sword. Right now, I'm afraid it's in my throat

him, a mouthful of blood was choked up, he just... didn't dare spit it out in front of me. Seeing that I had actually killed him, he frowned slightly, his voice was low, cold as frost and snow, but filled with tiredness: "Dung Thanh... She is a man of destiny... Oppose her... You will not have a good ending." He paused for a moment, his eyes shifted slightly, falling on the lightless iron sword in my hand: "Think of your sword's destiny." I followed his gaze and lowered my head to look at the cold iron bar in my hand. Each sword cultivator has a unique sword destiny. To me, it... was once a second life. This sword, I personally brought back from Kiem Trung, at the cost of nine lives and one death. Since the day I accepted it as my friend, I have nurtured it with my blood every day. It has also accompanied me through thousands of dangerous situations, cutting through countless life and death challenges. A sword that recognizes its owner, a sword that connects life and death... however, right when I was in danger, it did not hesitate at all... choosing to save little sister. It abandoned its true owner... and protected the one who wanted to take my life. I laughed softly, my voice cold: "Master, guess... That sword... what will be the end?" Laughter rang out, soft but filled with murderous intent, my eyes gradually darkened like an abyss: "It's broken into pieces." I crushed it and threw it into the alchemy furnace, not even the ashes remained. The moment he lost consciousness, I suddenly turned my wrist, the sword light lit up like lightning, aiming straight at the little junior sister who was hiding close to the side. The master quickly turned around, the sword energy moved, the magic power exploded, but... there was no time. “Whoosh!” In the flash of bright light, the figure of the "man of heaven" was like a thin wisp of smoke, completely disappearing into nothingness. All that remains... are those wide-open eyes, filled with unwillingness and terror, forever shaped in the last moment. 16 Little Junior Sister just died. The sky was originally blue, white clouds were floating... in an instant it suddenly turned dark, the wind howled, rain poured down, and thunder rumbled. In just a moment, the entire Huyen Thien Tong was covered by heavenly power. I stood in mid-air, the wind flapped my shirt, the rain poured down in waves, the heavenly tribulations hit my body one by one, but I still did not move, my cold eyes, through the rain, landed on the white-clothed figure of my master. That man, was once my idol, my support, my belief... At this moment, my gaze... is as empty as an abyss. No mercy. There is no hatred. There is not a trace of affection. I just want to ask him one question: "Master... do you regret it?" He raised his face to the sky, his throat trembling slightly... In the end, it was difficult to swallow the choking mouthful of blood. With a "puff" sound, he spat out bright red blood, the blood mixed in the rain, dyeing his pure white clothes red. His voice trembled, his words cracking with the sound of rain: "As long as you... give your spiritual roots to A Dien... she will lead the entire Huyen Thien Tong to ascend to the upper world!" "It's me... being too lenient towards you... that caused Huyen Thien Tong to fall into today's disaster!" I laughed softly, the laughter was cold, a smile like the night wind swept across U Minh. It turns out... He really regrets it. But he doesn't regret me. He regrets... because in the past he did not completely eliminate my spiritual roots. Only now do I understand - The so-called "deeply in love disciple", from beginning to end... is just a game of chess. I won't say another word. The cold sword light was like thunder, slashing down on his head. Blood flowers bloomed in the air, mixed with the rain, ending a bloody feud. When the other sects arrived, they only saw a horrifying scene: I stood tall on top of Huyen Thien Tong's Thien Mon, my shirt stained with blood, long hair wet from the rain, holding my master's skull in my hand. Under my feet, every body of my brothers and sisters

rolling around, blood soaked the white stone floor red. A leading sect leader drew his sword, the steel flashed, pointed straight at me, his hoarse voice roared each word: "Demon Dung Thanh! You rebelled against the sect, destroyed your fellow sect... you will surely be punished by heaven!" As soon as the words fell, the final heavenly tribulation path descended, a beam of golden lightning slashed across the sky. They laughed. In their eyes, I have been punished by heaven. But I also laugh. Because… this is my final lightning—the Flying Killing Dao. The sky cut a bright line, golden light as bright as the sun shining down on the gods, covering my entire body, every strand of hair, every inch of clothing was glowing like a god. The light was so bright that the people below didn't dare open their eyes. In that moment, I gently stroked the silver bell on my waist, my voice as soft as the breeze: "Let's go... A Tuyet." Wait until they opened their eyes... the demon Dung Thanh had disappeared from Thien Mon. There was only the sound of falling rain, the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated... and a trembling voice full of terror from the group of young monks behind: "Master... master..." "Did you... did you just... really... fly up to the Sat Dao?" No one replied. There was only rolling thunder... like the cold laughter of heaven.