Chapter 6 — Heart Cave Thien Kiep

At that moment, in my heart, it was like a python smelling blood, my pupils constricted, my eyes became cold. Just as I was about to open my mouth —— “You…” A cold voice interrupted my sentence. Tu Bach slowly raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Tran Tinh Hao, each word was like cold iron, bouncing straight into the void: "What do you... compare to her?" As those words fell, the whole hall was as silent as a sheet of paper. Tran Tinh Hao stood there stunned, his face pale, his expression as if he had just swallowed ten pounds of rotten eggs. But she quickly gritted her teeth and raised her eyes, bowed and bowed, her voice trembling but still steady: "A... Sister A Ly..." "If Saint Venerable doubts my qualifications, disciple... is willing to challenge me." “Please have a match and prove yourself!”

“Whoa!” The wine cup in my hand fell and shattered on the table. Without saying another word, the whole person rushed down like an arrow leaving the bowstring - "Hopeless!" The Void Sword appeared from the void, its light shining brightly, whistling down. In the moment of lowering my body, the tip of my sword aimed straight at Tran Tinh Hao, the attack was fierce, leaving her no gap.

She raised her sword to welcome it, the two streams of sword energy clashed fiercely, echoing in the main hall. Rays of dazzling light flashed, sword intent entwined with each other, as if wanting to tear the sky apart. I was merciless, from the first move I used all my strength, each sword was vicious, not giving her time to breathe. My sword energy was like a raging storm, forcing Tran Tinh Hao to repeatedly step back, his steps disordered. But just when I thought she was about to be forced into a desperate situation, the corners of her lips suddenly raised, revealing a faint, calculating smile. A moment of alertness arose in my mind, my nerves were as tense as a bowstring about to break - "Not good..." I had forgotten - her sword was double-edged. The sword light flashed, I leaned to avoid it, but the second sword tip still passed through my cheek, leaving a dark red line of blood, burning and numbing. I don't take half a step back. “Hopeless!” The sword in my hand swung horizontally in front of me, colliding strongly with the other two swords, emitting a long ringing sound that shook the whole space. The residual force of the sword energy was too great, I was shocked, my whole arm was numb and trembling, my wrist was cracked and bleeding. A mouthful of hot blood spurted out, staining his shirt red, but his hands did not loosen even half. In that moment, on the high platform, Tu Bach's eyes, which were always as calm as a lake, suddenly rippled with cold murderous intent. The human finger gently pressed the hand, the murderous aura condensed into an entity, as if just one thought could make Tran Tinh Hao's soul fly away.

"Compared to me? You... are not worthy!" I swallowed the blood that was stuck in my throat, poured out all ten years of cultivation, used my soul as a guide, and struck out a sword of life and death. The Void Sword in my hand whistled like a white snake blade, shining like a shooting star in the dark night, tightly wrapped around her twin swords, the sword aura was like a venomous snake entwining its prey, penetrating straight into the defense without any gaps.

“Whoa!” The sword body is broken. The corner of my lips curled up in a cold smile, I immediately turned my hand, tightly grasping her remaining sword - White light flashed, I turned my wrist, breaking her wrist in one move! “Ah ——!” A painful cry echoed in the yard. Tran Tinh Hao knelt down, sweating profusely, his face pale. Blood flowed all over my palm, but I didn't frown even half. I walked over, lowered my head and looked down at her, my eyes cold like ice: "I told you." “You are not worthy.” “King!” The sword in my hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. I turned around, returned the Vo Vong sword to its sheath, and respectfully bowed to Tu Bach: "Master." "Disciple... tried. She is not worthy of being your last subordinate."

Up high, Tu Bach suddenly stood up, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, his voice cold and mixed with anger: "You -—!" I turned my head and smiled brightly, like the sun breaking through the clouds, my sparkling eyes shining in the wine and blood: "Master." “Disciple… won.” Only then did I feel a burning sensation on one side of my face, and I lifted my finger slightly - only to discover that blood had dyed my entire palm red.

“Please continue.” “The deity… has something to discuss with the disciple.” Tu Bach's voice fell coldly, the air pressure around his body pressed down on the entire field, which was as quiet as paper. The person stepped down, a step of a thousand miles, his towering figure stood right in front of me in the blink of an eye. Not allowing me to react, strong long arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me straight up. In just a moment, two figures disappeared from the square and appeared in front of Tu Bach's retreat. In the quiet hall, the pressure from people covers the entire space, like a high snow-capped mountain, making me instinctively shrink my neck. “Are you afraid now?” His voice was cold, like snow falling on an icy lake. But the hand holding my waist... is surprisingly gentle. “Master…” “You… can only accept me as your disciple, okay?” I asked that question, my voice trembling slightly, my heart was bottomless empty. Because in my previous life, I also asked... At that time, he smiled slightly, his eyes cold: "She is her." “You are you.” "There's no need to... compare to her." As soon as the question came out, I immediately regretted it, clenched my hands into fists, the corners of my lips turned pale. Because my hand was bloody, the wound was torn open, and the pain spread to my heart, I frowned slightly. Tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes and fell onto the back of his hand. Tu Bach suddenly froze, tightened his grip on my waist, his voice so low and gentle that it was like pouring honey: "A Ly." “Stop crying.” “Teacher… heartbroken.” “Is it possible, master?” I stubbornly raised my head to look straight into your eyes, my tears were dim, my voice trembled like the sound of wind blowing through young grass. At that moment, people looked at me for a long time. Then nodded slightly: "Teacher... correct." Hearing those two words, I felt like the sky was clear, the corners of my lips curled up into a brilliant smile. But before he could say another word, shock struck, his mind spinning. Just seeing a pitch black screen, I fell towards him. In the last moment before losing consciousness, we saw Tu Bach's face, with anger still lingering between his eyebrows. That's when I suddenly understood - "It turns out... Master also has seven feelings and six desires." I dreamed a dream. In the dream, I lay in a familiar jade tub, my whole body submerged in warm mist, the water evaporating into a white mist. Tu Bach sat right next to me, a white towel in his hand, little by little wiping away the blood on my body. At first glance, the teacher is kind and obedient, his face is gentle, his eyes are cold - In fact, not even a piece of cloth covers his body. In the dream, I was extremely brave, hugged his neck tightly, raised my head and kissed him playfully. Shamelessly crawling on top of him, every bit of provocation, every bit of teasing, his whole body stuck close to him like a fire trying to ignite ice. And people... are unusual, contrary to usual. Hand He gently squeezed my waist, breathing heavily. Every time I buried my face in the crook of my neck, he would forcefully pull me away, cold fingers clutching the back of my neck. His voice was hoarse, low, calling the same name over and over again: "A Ly... A Ly..." I woke up, my breathing still unable to regulate. When I opened my eyes, I was back in my retreat, the wound on my hand had been almost completely healed by magic. Only a faint streak remained, as if it had never been stained red by blood. I called the maid in and opened my mouth to ask directly: "Tran Tinh Hao... has he left yet?" "No, miss. She... was accepted as a disciple by Elder Vo Co." I let out a long breath, my shoulders relaxed, and my heart felt a little lighter. The following days, my life passed peacefully like never before - until one rainy night, that peace was torn apart. “Bang!” The door of the room was split into four pieces by a palm strike, the sound drowned out the sound of rain outside the pavilion. I turned around in surprise - A tall figure, the cold wind rushed in, the white shirt was torn, red blood spread all over the flap, pale lips were stained with a pink stain. Tu Bach stood leaning against the door, looking like an apricot proud of the snow, like a bright red apricot branch blooming in the cold winter wind. His eyes are as calm as a deep lake, but hidden underneath is a layer of emotions that we never understand, hot, complex, oppressive, and suffocating. The person looked at me for a long time, then finally sighed softly: "A Ly... Don't be afraid." Of course I'm not afraid. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to catch me, but Tu Bach avoided my hand, his movements were light but determined.