jdhmnovel Chapter 149 The Death of Rong Yan
Chapter 149 The Death of Rong Yan
"Xiao Ci, watch out!"
Huai Chuan, who shared the same senses as Yun Yici, quickly issued a warning.
The next moment, the spirit of Huaichuan Sword took human form.
A handsome and eerily beautiful young man in black robes appeared out of nowhere, bearing the Huaichuan Sword, and approached Rong Yan.
However, what Huai Chuan didn't expect was that Rong Yan was just feinting with his sword, and he flashed away to escape the sword formation.
His target was Rong Qing, who was on the back of the demon bird not far away!
However, Rong Yan clearly underestimated the sword formation that appeared out of nowhere. Several times he tried to break out of the sword formation, but was blocked by the impenetrable sword formation.
Huai Chuan looked down at Rong Yan, who was struggling like a trapped beast.
Rong Yan looked up at the suddenly appearing Huai Chuan Sword spirit. He was first shocked, then smiled sarcastically and said, "Huai Chuan Sword?"
"I originally thought that a powerful hermit was secretly helping Wen Fuyue, but I never expected that the one who trapped me here was a little girl."
Yun Yici did not hide Huaichuan; Rong Yan recognized the Huaichuan sword on her back the moment he saw her.
Wen Fuyue and Rong Xuan both showed shocked expressions when they saw Huai Chuan.
This was the first time they had seen the Huai Chuan Sword Spirit take human form.
Chaos erupted during the Nanhua Sect's trial, with Huai Chuan leading the sect's spirit swords in a rampage.
Unexpectedly, Huai Chuan has summoned so many spirit swords from who-knows-where to help him today.
Mu Yunjian, who was hanging on Rong Xuan's shoulder, saw through it but didn't say anything. Not seeing Yun Yici's figure in the sword formation, he subconsciously turned around to look for her.
Rong Yan snorted coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes, and said, "Do you know how many cultivators have come to Kunlun in search of treasures?"
Yun Yici was so bold as to openly display this spiritual sword, which alone could drive sword cultivators mad, in front of the world, without fear of attracting attention.
Huai Chuan Sword Spirit remained silent, but Yun Yici knew that they could not delay any longer.
Their commotion was too great; soon many cultivators will come to investigate.
Sitting on the bird's back, Yun Yici quickly formed an array in her hands, and the three thousand spirit swords that trapped Rong Yan spun rapidly, the sword light bursting out and soaring into the sky. Then she slashed at Rong Yan with a sword.
Just as Rong Yan raised his hand to strike back with his sword, countless blood-red tendrils materialized from behind him, binding his hands and feet like vines.
The tendrils, following his exposed skin, transformed into venomous stings that seeped into his very bones and blood.
He was stunned for a moment, and before he could break free of his restraints, his defenses were shattered by the oncoming Heaven-Shattering Sword.
The sound of flesh tearing apart was mixed with the gushing of blood, and the tendrils that clung to the bone became even more restless under the influence of the blood.
As Rong Yan fell from the sky, he finally saw the source of those blood-red threads—his child, an object he had transformed into something no longer human.
The magic array on Rong Xuan's back has been fully activated. The connecting threads are from his bloodline with Rong Yan, a part of him that he most wants to sever but can never sever.
In a daze, the resentment in Rong Xuan's eyes gradually overlapped with that of Rong Qing from many years ago.
A thought suddenly flashed through Rong Yan's mind: he had worked so hard to revive Rong Qing, but what would happen after he revived Rong Qing?
She still hates him, their child hates him, and now even Wen Fuyue might hate him.
Wen Fuyue could no longer care about Rong Yan, who had been cut down by a sword and landed on the snow. He grabbed the exhausted Rong Xuan and put him down on the snow.
Rong Xuan leaned into Wen Fuyue's arms and said, "Master... I... no longer owe him anything."
He was already unsteady on his feet, and when he looked up, he saw Rong Yan lying in the snow.
The light was faint, and a crimson hue diffused across the snow, seeping into the pure white snowflakes.
Rong Xuan struggled to climb out of Wen Fuyue's arms. His fingers dug a deep gash into the snow, and blood from his back slid down his body, staining the area around him red.
Mu Yunjian was already obediently clinging to Wen Fuyue, silently watching this scene.
Wen Fuyue landed not far from where Rong Yan fell, and Rong Xuan arrived at Rong Yan's side in no time.
Rong Xuan gasped for breath, and with all his might, he managed to utter a complete sentence: "I said that the three of us would always be together."
He raised Rong Yan's spirit sword, which had fallen into the snow, and was about to pierce Rong Yan's heart with a single strike.
Unexpectedly, Rong Yan, who had fallen silently in the snow, suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Xuan's wrist, which was holding a sword.
With the sword tip hovering above his heart, Rong Yan said calmly, "I will not die by your hand."
"I don't intend to die at the hands of any of you."
"Fuyue, the disciples you've taken on are all quite good, which has put you in a difficult position."
"Let's end it here. After I die, I want to be buried with Rong Qing, but if you are unwilling, then forget it."
"Xuan'er, I'm sorry."
Before anyone could react, he pointed his finger at Rong Xuan's wrist, forcing him to release the spirit sword. In that instant, the spirit sword pierced Rong Xuan's heart, completely shattering his meridians.
The snow gradually intensified, and Rong Yan's white robes, which had been stained red, were covered again with a layer of snow, turning them pure white.
Rong Xuan stood frozen in place like a lifeless statue, silently watching the snow gradually cover Rong Yan's body, then reached out again to grasp Rong Yan's sword, wanting to pull it out.
The next moment, Rong Xuan's hand holding the sword was grasped by another warm, fair hand.
He looked up and saw Wen Fuyue, with Mu Yunjian standing on her shoulder, and Yun Yici and Ning Tinglan rushing over behind her.
Wen Fuyue said, "Your parents both want you to live a good life."
Rong Xuan shook his head and said, "Master... I'm sorry..."
He tried to snatch the sword, but Wen Fuyue snatched Rong Yan's spirit sword away with a swift motion. The moment the spirit sword was drawn, warm blood splattered out and landed on the two men's white clothes.
Wen Fuyue tossed the spirit sword aside, took out a life-extending elixir from her storage bag, and fed it to Rong Xuan.
He said, "You did nothing wrong, we were the ones who were wrong, and I'm the one who should apologize."
"Live on, live well."
Ning Tinglan and Yun Yici could tell that Rong Xuan was on the verge of death and had a death wish, and they were extremely anxious.
The moment Yun Yici used the Spirit Sword Array to cut down Rong Yan, she immediately returned to her original state and quickly recalled the Spirit Sword Array. Little did she expect that Rong Yan would be so distraught as to end his own life.
To make matters worse, Rong Xuan also developed a death wish.
Just as everyone was getting anxious, a handsome male cultivator slowly emerged from the snow in the distance.
The newcomer was Li Shao. He looked at Wen Fuyue and her group in surprise, quickly approached them, and said, "Make way, let me see."
When Yun Yici and the others saw him, they remembered the scene of him healing the cultivator who had been torn apart by the demonic bear. They immediately felt like they had found a lifeline and made way for him.
Li Shao immediately sealed Rong Xuan's consciousness and began to stop the bleeding from his back.
He continued working, saying, "The one-armed cultivator whose arm was bitten off by the demonic bear and Yang Fan have both been left at the settlement we discovered."