Chapter 7 — Tu Lien Ky

I leaned forward to avoid a fatal blow, my breath rushed, my voice lowered, like an ice wind penetrating the bottom of the sea: "You... are not worthy of comparison with him." "He keeps his manners, his heart is like a shining example, his love is pure and sincere. And you guys? Plotting tricks, planning constantly, to achieve your goals, you don't even hesitate to kill innocent people. Are you... no different from demonic cultivators?" That sentence was like an arrow shot straight into Hao Thien Trach's heart. The murderous aura around his body instantly exploded, his voice resounding like the power of heaven descending: "For a mortal... you dare compare me to a devil?!" He was furious, his spiritual energy overflowed, with just one move, heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down. The wind howled, trees were uprooted, rocks crumbled into dust. He turned to Can Chieu Nien, his voice cold to the bone: "I'll lock her up... You go kill him!" Can Chieu Nien tightened his grip on the spear, but his eyes... were no longer on me. He looked straight behind me, a trace of murderous intent passing through his eyes. In that moment, I didn't dare to hide it anymore, my hand turned the dharma seal, the Purple Lotus Destiny appeared, each purple lotus petal lit up in the air, opening a solid purple barrier, blocking between me and the two great powerhouses. But just as the barrier had not stabilized, a sharp laugh suddenly rang out from behind. “You slut… go die!” Swoosh! A figure rushed out from nowhere, holding a pitch black knife in his hand, the blade as cold as blood frost. It's Can Tuyet Du! The blade is like lightning, aiming straight at the heart vein behind me! “You bastard, you dare?!” A deep shout, like thunder, rang out from Hao Thien Trach. His eyes flashed with murderous intent. He immediately withdrew his magic power and turned his hand to seal the sword. At the same time, Can Chieu Nien's expression also changed, a low, hoarse voice hissed through his teeth: "Tuyet Du! Take your hand back!" But before they could stop me, a familiar voice rang out behind me - deep, filled with trembling despair: "Ah Dao... be careful!" Before I could turn around, a warm body rushed forward, blocking the blade right in front of me. “Poof!” The sound of blood splashing rang out, I felt like I was struck by lightning, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly turned around and caught the body that was slowly sliding down. “Van Nguyen…?!” My eyes opened wide, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. "What... what are you doing? I told you to run...!" Ly Van Nguyen smiled, still gentle and simple as always. His eyes contained a deep sadness, but also respect and attachment. “How could I… leave you alone…” His bloody hand slowly raised, as if wanting to touch my cheek, but when he saw the bright red hand, he stopped in midair, afraid of staining my face. “Don't move!” I didn't let him withdraw my hand, I immediately mobilized my magic power, layers of purple light rushed back, penetrating into his chest, trying to patch up the wound. But a burst of laughter suddenly rang out. Can Tuyet Du stood on the other side, his eyes shining with crazy hatred, his voice like hissing through his teeth: "It's useless!" She held up the blood-stained knife and said each cruel word: "This knife... I have been soaked in demonic energy, specifically to kill you! You are dead, even a God cannot save you!" Her eyes swept over me, implying contempt, her laughter was as sharp as Knife cut: "Thanh Dao, wherever you go, do you still bewitch people's hearts like that? Even a small mortal... is willing to die for you!" Having said that, she snapped her fingers. “Swish!” The green knife whistled in the wind, flying straight out of Ly Van Nguyen's chest, carrying a trail of bright red blood, then returned to lie neatly in her hand. Blood burst from the wound, spraying out in streams, soaking every inch of his shirt red. "No...! Impossible!" I frantically used my magic power, once, then again, but to no avail. Demonic energy had penetrated into his meridians and primordial spirit, each weak breath gradually disintegrating. Just when I was in despair, Can Tuyet Du suddenly raised his knife again, the blade cutting through the wind, aiming straight at the top of my head. "You bastard! You... go down to Hoang Tuyen!" I didn't avoid it, I didn't pay any attention, all my consciousness was focused on Ly Van Nguyen's wound. In that moment, a roar like a dragon shaking the sky rang out: "You... are looking for death!" WHAM! Hao Thien Trach turned around, using all his spiritual energy, a Thien Uy palm was released, his momentum was earth-shattering, directly hitting Can Tuyet Du in the face. Can Tuyet Du was sent flying by Hao Thien Trach's palm wind, his body staggered and rotated several times in the air, and finally hit the ground hard. “Boom!” The blood on her forehead spurted out in red streaks, slid down her pale cheeks, and a long line flowed straight down her collar.

“Tuyet Du!” Can Chieu Nien flew past, but was still one step slow. When he rushed forward, he saw the knife in her hand pierce deep into his stomach. Fresh blood quickly dyed her clothes red, seeping through her fingertips.

Can Tuyet Du trembled, reached out to hold his brother's wrist tightly, his eyes were red, tears fell like spring rain. “Brother… help me… kill… kill that bastard!” Can Chieu Nien was stunned, his eyes flashing with shock. He didn't answer, just squeezed her hand. But Can Tuyet Du cried even more fiercely, her sobs cut like a knife: "Since childhood... I loved you the most... you... became like this... it's all because of her! You have to... you have to kill her! Kill her for me!" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. “Ew!” Bright red blood splattered on the stone ground, the fishy smell made people's hearts cold. Can Chieu Nien panicked, quickly hugged her shoulders, his trembling hand covering her mouth: "Don't say anymore! Let big brother heal you!" But she shook her head madly, her face was as white as a sheet of paper, her eyes flashed with a terrifying malice: "No! No need! Go! Go kill her immediately! Kill her... I... even if I die... I won't regret it!" At the same time, Hao Thien Trach standing nearby finally couldn't bear it anymore. He walked straight towards me, grabbed my arm, and a cold force ripped straight from the ground. "Enough! Thanh Dao! Why are you wasting your magic power on him? He... can't live anymore!"

“Shut up!” As soon as the words ended, I roared, my whole body as if burned by anger. Instantly, I turned my palm, a path of purple light condensed into a blade, and without hesitation, slashed straight at his chest. “Pop!” Hao Thien Trach was completely caught off guard, his tall body was pushed back seven or eight steps, hitting the stone pillar behind him. The corner of his mouth was bleeding, but his eyes were still full of surprise.

I don't care! I rushed towards Ly Van Nguyen, my trembling arms hugged him. But... Ly Van Nguyen was no longer breathing. The warmth on his body gradually dissipated, blood staining his chest red shirt, eyes half-closed, still looking at me for the last time. At that moment, the whole world seemed to shatter. I lost all direction, my heart was empty, only a sea of blood remained. “No… No… Van Nguyen…” Each word came out hoarsely, like a cut from the throat, each sound was painful. I slowly raised my head, my eyes cold as ice, locking the three people in front of me. “It's you…” My voice was as hoarse as a ghost, mixed with sadness and hysterical killing intent. “If it weren't for you… Van Nguyen wouldn't have died…” My breathing became chaotic, my breath tearing the sky. “It was you guys… who killed him!” My chest heaved violently, each word escaped like a devil's whisper: "It's all your fault... If it weren't for you, he and I... could... be married in peace, could... live a full life..." The last teary eyes burned with hatred, one word hissed through my teeth, so cold that it cut off my breath: "It's all... because... of... you!!!" I slowly stood up, my whole body seemed to be submerged in a sea of blood. In front of my eyes, a bright red, as if a ray of blood flashed across my pupils. My heart felt like it was on fire, my breathing was chaotic, every inch of my skin trembled with burning murderous intent. I raised my head, my eyes locked tightly with the Can family's brothers and sisters, one word hissed out from between my teeth: "I... kill... you!" As soon as the words fell, the violent aura in his body exploded loudly. The original Purple Lotus opens automatically, each petal radiating cold murderous aura. Without hesitation, I rushed straight towards them, magic power flowing like a blood red tide. Every time I strike, my life is lost. Can Chieu Nien quickly used his body to protect Can Tuyet Du, but my force was as terrifying as thunder, each move made them step back step by step. In the end, the two brothers and sisters were blown away by me, their bodies hit the ground hard, blood poured out of their mouths, and their wounds were crisscrossed. Without giving them a chance to catch their breath, I rushed in front of Can Tuyet Du, holding my knife tightly in my hand. "It was you... Who killed Van Nguyen! Today... I want you... Pay the price a hundred times!!!" The knife in her hand was raised, slashing down brutally, each cut tearing into her flesh. Blood splattered, soaking the cardinal robes on his body red. Can Chieu Nien roared, frantically rushed to protect him, but I raised my hand, a wind palm shot to pieces, thousands of fragments turned into martial arrows, piercing Can Tuyet Du's body. Luan Dao had been poisoned with demonic energy, the wound immediately emitted black energy, each stream penetrated deep into her blood vessels, causing so much pain that she let out a throat-piercing scream. Can Chieu Nien shouted loudly: "Thanh Dao! Enough! You will... enter a ghost!" But my eyes were bloodshot and my ears couldn't hear any sound. I swung my palm again, his whole body flew more than ten feet away, he fell to the ground with blood all over his body, even the eight main meridians were cut off by me. He glared at me, the corners of his lips were bleeding, but still didn't dare to fight back - he was afraid of hurting me.