Chapter 8 — Thousand Years Waiting For Her

Her eyes flashed with a dark light. She bowed her head slightly and whispered in my ear, her smile was as soft and unique as a blade: "Do you still remember your big brother? When he died... it was really beautiful." My whole body was shocked, my heart seemed to clench, my blood seemed to boil. Hong Nghi continued to raise his voice, each word poured into my ears like poison: "He did not let you learn your father's exercises, ... instead he personally raised a replacement for you." “Otherwise… …I wouldn't have to look so hard for you!” My heart trembled like it was about to burst, my head exploded into chaotic pieces. It turns out... Senior brother once stood in front of me, had his heart pierced by demonic energy, and fell into a sea of blood... all... because of me. Memories of the past rushed back, red blood like rain, screams, cries, all mixing into a gut-wrenching scream. I squeezed Lam Uyen tightly, anger flared up like a fire, my eyes were red, leaving only one thought - Revenge! I forced myself to stand up, my body trembling, cold sweat soaked my sideburns, my hand holding the sword was still bleeding, I raised my head and shouted loudly, my voice seemed to vibrate throughout the square: "Come on! If you don't die today,...then I die!" The spirit flares up again! One sword, straight cut. Got knocked down again. "Stand up." Blood spurt again. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and walked forward. “Come again!” A palm as heavy as a mountain crashed down, my bones felt like they were broken, but I still stood up. "Go up!" I don't know how many times I fell, I just know... my blood was running out, my eyes were blurry, my breathing was chaotic. Hong Nghi frowned slightly, her gaze suddenly became cold, she waved her hand, a soft laugh rang out, carrying murderous intent: "No more time to play with you." Step by step, she walked straight towards me, her demonic energy reaching the sky, her nails like weapons, reaching straight towards my chest, preparing to tear open my chest and take away the immortal bones. At that moment — the Sect Master stood straight in front of them, his robe flying, his sword energy like an avalanche. He stood there, his whole body like a wall shielding between me and Hong Nghi. “Am Nghi, run quickly!” His voice was deep and heavy, like the sound of a bell ringing between heaven and earth: "You are the hope of Tieu Dao Tong... Quickly run!" I watched him fend off the demonic weapon, his heart was intertwined, with indescribable complexity. From the day I entered Tieu Dao Sect until now, I have never felt as clearly as I do now: the sect leader is the only pillar of this sect. But… Mahayana period. Facing the Mahayana period, under this heaven... Invincible opponent. Only to see demonic energy like a fierce wave filling the sky, a sound of “Bang—!” shaking heaven and earth, the sect leader's precepts were destroyed by Hong Nghi in the blink of an eye. I was just about to rush in to help, but I saw Hong Nghi curling her lips in a strange smile. She raised her hand, a palm that seemed to tear through the void, piercing straight through the sect leader's chest! “Phew—!” Fresh blood erupted, dyeing the sky red. I screamed in horror, my voice cracking: “Sect Master!” However, in the last moment before closing his eyes, he still tried to raise his hand, whispering hoarsely: "Am Nghi... quickly run..." Then, the sect leader's body turned into ashes, all spiritual energy was drained by Hong Nghi, leaving only the strong smell of blood in the air, rushing straight up to his throat. I choked, my body trembled, my legs felt like they were nailed to the ground, I wanted to run... but I couldn't move. Hong Nghi wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes were as red as fire, and her charming smile was drawn horizontally face: "It's your turn." Demonic energy flared up, as if it wanted to tear apart the entire space. At that moment, I closed my eyes, waiting for the blade to tear open my chest. But — There was a figure, standing in front of me. I opened my eyes, my heart slightly shocked. “It's… Hanh Hai.” Hanh Hai's whole body was covered in blood stains, his white robe was tattered, his breathing was weak but he stood straight like a pine tree. His cold eyes looked straight at Hong Nghi, his voice was hoarse but still steadfast: "Hong Nghi... ...turn around and see the shore." Hong Nghi stopped for a moment, his red eyes narrowed slightly, his voice filled with murderous intent: "You... also want to stop me?" Hanh Hai pursed his lips, his voice was calm but contained an amazing weight: "Evil... never wins over good." Hong Nghi was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, the laughter was like a ghost tearing through the sky, echoing throughout the square: "Right, wrong... ...who decides?" The smile was strange and the eyes lit up with a devilish red fire: "Just because you are a monk of the righteous path,...so you are righteous,...and I...are evil?" Hanh Hai remained silent, his expression cold as ice. But the years of being educated by the righteous religion have made him clearly distinguish between good and evil. He closed his eyes, his fingers trembled slightly, his voice lowered: "I... ... am the elder of the Tieu Dao Sect. I can't see you... ...destroying my sect!" His voice was choked, as if there was a trace of pain suppressed deep in his heart: "Hong Nghi... Don't be wrong again. If you want to fly up... ...I will step up with you. Don't continue on... this path." Hearing that, Hong Nghi's lips curled slightly, her smile was deep, she took a step forward, her voice was soft and incomparably lovely: "Practice with me... ...or do you want... ...me and you to overcome love life?" At that moment, Hanh Hai was stunned, a trace of dismay appeared in his eyes. The whole square shook. I was also stunned as if I had been struck by lightning. “Love life… …Hong Nghi… …is his love life?” All the unknowns, all the incomprehensibility of two lifetimes... suddenly, there was an answer. Hanh Hai whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly, as if talking to herself: "You... you know everything..." Hong Nghi tilted her head, her charming smile was like a flower blooming in blood, her voice was long as if echoing from the depths of the demonic abyss: "Hanh Hai, Hanh Hai... You call yourself a righteous gentleman, calling me an evil pagan... So where are you more noble than me?" Her eyes were glowing with love, her laughter was soft, but it was like silver shaking the whole audience: "You clearly knew that I was a Demon, but you still left me in Tieu Dao Tong, and even accepted me as a disciple." Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, each word went straight to the heart: "It's just that... ...you want to rely on me to overcome your own love life. How... are you... nobler than me?" I stood far away, my whole body trembling, my blood seemed to freeze in my veins. “No way…” Turns out… Hanh Hai knew. He soon knew that Ha Coc Tuyet was Hong Nghi. He knows she is a Demon. He knows she is dangerous. He knows she... is the killer. But... he still kept her in Tieu Dao Tong. Still protecting her. Still willing to teach her the practice. At that moment, my heart ached, a chill penetrated to my spinal cord. Hanh Hai was hit directly by her words, his face turned pale, but he did not say another word. His fingers moved slightly, the seal was raised, the spiritual energy in heaven and earth surged, a great battle of life and death could not be avoided. out. Before entering the battle, he suddenly turned around, his eyes met mine in the middle of the chaotic sea, his voice was as soft as the wind: "Am Nghi... Before... it was I who was wrong." I stopped, my whole body felt like my heart had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Wrong… Where is wrong? Wrong with whom? Before I could think clearly, the two figures of the Mahayana period collided, heaven and earth shook, and space cracked into large cracks. Hong Nghi unleashed demonic energy, demonic flames wrapped around his body, a sword broke through the void, his demonic power surged. However, facing her, Hanh Hai was like a motionless mountain, the sword light was like a galaxy, cutting through the dark clouds. The sound of the collision echoed, the laws of heaven and earth shattered into pieces, each piece of spirit stone under his feet exploded into fine dust. Just a moment later, Hong Nghi began to lose ground. Even though she was strong, Hanh Hai was the first righteous person, the oppressive force was like heaven, only to see her pressed tightly to the ground, his hand holding her neck, the sword energy in his fingertips as sharp as lightning, just a little strength... Hong Nghi would die on the spot. At that moment, Hong Nghi's eyes suddenly changed. From love to softness, from fierceness to gentleness, she looked at him, her eyes as deep as the sea: "Hanh Hai... Kill me. I... would rather die in your hands." Love... is the weakest thing, also the most fatal thing. Hanh Hai's hands trembled, the murderous intent in his eyes wavered slightly. He bit his lip, his breathing erratic. And then, little by little……the force in his hand gradually loosened. At that moment... Hong Nghi smiled a charming smile, a fatal cold light flashed in her eyes. She suddenly turned her wrist, and a demonic spirit sword suddenly appeared in her palm, "Whoosh—!!" A sword pierced straight through Hanh Hai's heart. Blood splashed out in long crimson streaks, dyeing the snow-white robe the color of blood.