Chapter 5 — Thanh Da Unsentimental Sword

10 The elders of the Dharma Enforcement Hall convened a short meeting to discuss the matter of "slaying first and then later". Finally, the great elder of the Dharma Enforcement Hall personally stood up. The old man stroked his silver beard, his majestic voice rang out: "Lin Thanh Hao violated the competition rules, openly challenged the majesty of the Immortal Alliance, harmed his own flesh and blood, his disposition was unjust, his spiritual roots were unclean!" "Now you have received the appropriate punishment. Hoa Nghiem Dao Venerable, she is your disciple, the rest - left to you to handle." Hoa Nghiem Dao Ton nodded slightly and flew onto the ring. "You bastard! I didn't expect you to dare to collude with evil things!" Without saying a word, he swung his palm and smashed his sister's dantian. “From now on, you are no longer a disciple of this deity!” "Ha... ha ha ha ha ha! Funny! So funny!" The younger sister was lying on the ground, looking like she had gone crazy. "You don't know? Of course you don't know!" “You only know your reputation and cultivation level!” "What about me? I'm just your lotus! I'm your medicine! I'm your tool! You call me when you want, then you send me away! Have you ever, ever taught me like a true master?!" Hoa Nghiem Dao Ton's face suddenly turned cold. “What nonsense are you talking about!” Another palm fell, sending her sister flying straight to the edge of the ring. A choking mouthful of black blood spewed out from her mouth. She lay on the ground, her voice hoarse, each word dripping with blood: "Every day... cutting blood... tearing out flesh... I'm in so much pain! I'm... really... in so much pain..." At that moment, black ghost lines began to spread along her neck like a crawling snake. "Not good! She's about to become a ghost!" "Look! The Donghuang Chung fragment is starting to recover!" “Could it be that… Lam Thanh Hao sacrificed his soul to Dong Hoang Chung?!” Her eyes were now as red as blood, her cultivation level skyrocketed, and she staggered up from the ground. “Today — all of you… must be buried with me!” A palm counterattacked against Hoa Nghiem Dao Venerable, cold air pressed from his palm like ice and snow. Just one move forced him to retreat several steps, even having to kneel on the ground. Countless disciples with weak foundations were also shocked by the powerful pressure and vomited blood on the spot. "Am I talking nonsense? Are you saying I'm talking nonsense?" The younger sister burst into self-deprecating laughter, the laughter rising between blood and demonic energy, sounding like tears falling: "Everyone! Look - what is this?" Lam Thanh Hao slowly rolled up his sleeves. The white skin revealed thick, crisscrossed scars, almost covering the entire arm. Even though I don't need to look, I know it — because in my previous life, I also had the exact same marks on my body. “Aren't you curious, where do these injuries… come from?” “The ‘exemplar of the righteous path’ in your eyes, is my good master – Tham Hoa Nghiem – cutting it out with each cut!” "His technique is unusual. Every time his cultivation stagnates and doesn't progress, he cuts my blood and uses it as a guide to refine alchemy." "Since the day he brought me back, I was forced to eat poisonous herbs every day and then given the antidote, little by little I was refined into living medicine." “It is him — the one you all hail as ‘Hoa Nghiem Dao Venerable’!” "What's the righteous way? What's the god? They're all bitches!" Her eyes were filled with tears, full of hatred, and she stomped hard on Tham Hoa Nghiem's trembling hand. Right now he is struggling no different from a bereaved family dog - disheveled hair, tattered clothes, bloody, completely lacking the appearance of a peerless noble. Dog bites dog, what a joy! This scene, unfolding before the eyes of the sects - Tham Hoa Nghiem's many years of false cover-up, today crumbled to pieces. From the god in the clouds, he fell to the mud, his body was paralyzed. What a joy! It's so good! Thinking about my previous life, I was also treated like that by him. Because I was born in a lunar year - a lunar month - a lunar day, and also carried ice crystals and jade marrow in my body, he immediately considered me a natural-born cultivator. He even took advantage of his marriage with me to hide his true purpose, painting the image of a "love-sick gentleman". But I, on the night before my big wedding, had a dream that was so real it was terrifying. In my dream, on the day of my wedding, my sister drugged me and made me unconscious, then she stepped on the palanquin for me and got married to Tham Hoa Nghiem. My younger sister - Lam Thanh Hao - also possesses the same ice essence and jade marrow as me. Furthermore, our appearances are identical, so Tham Hoa Nghiem probably did not detect the swap. And even if he did find out, at best - he would just see her as a new, better, easier to use batch. As for Lam Thanh Hao, becoming friends with him on my behalf was not enough. She also wanted to kill me, as if only when I died could she resolve all the years of resentment over losing. She cut off my limbs, peeled off every piece of flesh from my body, and little by little stuffed it into a black jar full of venomous insects, snakes and centipedes. I don't know what's inside - I only know that those insects bite and tear my body every day, gnawing away at my bones little by little, making my life worse than death. Pain - itching - burning - like a thousand hidden blades swirling in the flesh. The most pitiful thing is, my tongue has been cut, so I can't even bite my tongue and commit suicide. That dream... was so real that my whole body broke out in a cold sweat. In my previous life, on the big wedding day, I wanted to advise Lam Thanh Hao - you should not be seduced by Tham Hoa Nghiem's appearance. But she... behaved exactly like in the dream - she also wanted me to die, and acted cruelly without hesitation. At that moment, I understood: It was not a dream. It's because we have the destiny of heaven - we can see our predetermined future early. So after my resurrection, I made up my mind — to take revenge. Now, the hypocritical gentleman and hypocrite – Tham Hoa Nghiem, has been defeated by me without even drawing his sword. Then the next person... is my "good" sister - Lam Thanh Hao. 11 Dong Hoang Chung's power is truly terrifying. Even though we have destroyed it, the remaining fragments still contain power that cannot be underestimated. We risked our lives to stop them, but in the end we only reluctantly maintained a draw. The younger sister stood on the ring, her cold eyes like a blade sweeping across the entire arena. She slowly spoke, her voice resounding and arrogant: "As long as you hand Lam Thanh Da over so I can deal with it as I please, I will be merciful and temporarily spare your lives." At that moment, countless complicated eyes turned towards me. There is hesitation, doubt, and also excitement and joy. This move of yours is truly masterful - forcing me into a dilemma. If I step out, with my current cultivation level Definitely not her opponent. But if we don't come out, we will immediately become a target of public opinion, someone who will be criticized by everyone. Furthermore — even if I leave, you may not keep your word. The sovereignty of life and death is now in her hands, and if she wants to overturn it, it will be as easy as turning her hand. It's just a pity... she miscalculated. Victory and defeat are not yet decided — who is the king and who is the enemy is still unknown. I take the initiative to act. “If that's the case... let's fight!” I held the Thanh Van Sword and glided straight to the ring to fight fiercely with her. Right now, I can't see through her cultivation base, she's obviously surpassed me by a level. The longer it lasts, the more disadvantageous it becomes. We must fight quickly and win quickly. While exchanging moves, he attentively observed every change in her magic and tricks. Her spiritual energy skyrocketed in a short period of time — there must be a loophole. Opportunity only comes once. We must hit her weak point before she is exhausted. Where? Where is the loophole? I put all my mind and heart into it - observing her every move, every breath. Found it! Just at that moment, her left hand stopped for a moment! This is the moment! I immediately burned the "Hoan Anh Dich Xing" talisman, leaned forward to avoid her demonic attack, and was close in the blink of an eye. Thanh Van's sword slashed down - decisively cutting off her left arm. Blood splattered, splashing all over my face. I lifted my sleeve and wiped it away — my eyes were as cold as ice.