novelapdf #112 - Chapter 112 Brave Cowardice
#112 - Chapter 112 Brave Cowardice
“What exactly is Elder Jiang busy with?”
Through the window, Wu Yazi saw a golden meteor streak across the night sky again.
Rumble—!
Not far from the Spirit Creek Sect, Jiang Zheng carved out a stone cave on the mountainside.
“Sorry to trouble Elder Song, from now on, you'll be refining pills here.”
Jiang Zheng casually tossed Song Yan aside, his tone indifferent but firm.
This Great Golden Pill of Transformation is the most crucial part of his revenge plan, and no mistakes can be tolerated.
With his current strength, he is no match for that Blood Lord. Although the sect alliance is also crucial in the plan, it's useless if he can't defeat the Blood Lord.
The opponent's strength has probably reached the pinnacle of this barren land. If he wants revenge, he himself is the most crucial part of the plan.
If these four Great Golden Pills of Transformation can push his cultivation to the peak of the Golden Core stage, or even touch the threshold of the nascent Soul stage, then with the Immortal Demon Path.
He is confident that he can defy the Nascent Soul stage and place the Blood Lord's head before his parents' grave!
“This little girl is truly willing to refine pills for you, but I can't refine them now.”
Song Yan rubbed her sore neck, feeling very aggrieved.
“What do you mean?” Jiang Zheng frowned, his tone extremely cold.
She still dares to play tricks on him now?!
She's simply courting death!
“My pill furnace is still in my cave.”
Song Yan spread her hands, looking helpless.
“……”
Jiang Zheng stared at her in silence for a long time.
…
“So busy?”
The golden light streaked past Wu Yazi's window for the third time.
“Oh? Out again?”
The golden light streaked past for the fourth time.
Bang—!
A huge pill furnace crashed to the ground, causing the cave to tremble.
This was a silver pill furnace, as tall as two people, which Jiang Zheng carried all the way from Spirit Creek Mountain.
“Now, Jiang doesn't want to hear another 'no' from you, otherwise… I'll sacrifice you to the banner!”
After all this trouble, Jiang Zheng had no patience left. He held the Red River Banner in his hand and thrust it in front of Song Yan.
The final command.
Feeling the terrifying killing intent on Jiang Zheng's body, Song Yan didn't dare to say another word. She activated her spiritual energy and sent a ray of light into the pill furnace.
The pill furnace shook slightly, the lid floated up, and Song Yan spat out three words.
“Ten Thousand Miles Red.”
Jiang Zheng didn't hesitate upon hearing this. He flipped his hand and took out a crimson lotus, instantly illuminating the cave red.
Outside the cave, Jin Ling curiously poked his head in, staring at the Ten Thousand Miles Red with drool dripping from his mouth.
The Ten Thousand Miles Red was thrown into the pill furnace, Song Yan's expression turned solemn, and the hand seals on her hands danced as she sent another ray of spiritual light.
Runes lit up around the pill furnace, and silver flames ignited inside. In just a moment, the cave became extremely hot.
After a few breaths, Song Yan anxiously shouted:
“Golden Core!”
“All of them?” Jiang Zheng asked uncertainly.
“Quick!”
Jiang Zheng cooperated and quickly threw the four Golden Cores in. Then, Song Yan continuously threw in various spiritual plants, which dazzled him.
Clang—!
The lid slammed shut, Song Yan's hand seal changed, and the flames in the furnace roared.
…
In the ruins shrouded in night, a red light flickered constantly, gentle and graceful.
This scene was seen by passing cultivators, who were all shocked.
The Red River Sect… had actually been reduced to ruins!
This news spread under the cover of night, and soon reached the ears of the major sects, causing a great uproar!
Everyone immediately thought that the evil cultivator had quietly extended his claws to the Red River Sect at some unknown time.
He actually annihilated a first-class sect under the noses of the major sects!
You must know that the Red River Sect had eight Foundation Establishment cultivators and three Golden Core cultivators, yet they disappeared so silently.
When the morning light shone on the Red River Sect again, everything of the past became the past.
The Red River Sect was submerged in history, no, buried by history.
The Golden Core cultivators of the major sects exchanged information and came together to investigate.
When they arrived, the Red River Sect was just a pile of ruins, and the earth was strangely scarlet.
A woman in red was dancing in the empty ruins…
Everyone shook their heads and sighed, thinking that the woman was crazy.
According to the woman, a cultivator in a green robe had destroyed the Red River Sect.
She was not in the sect at the time, and when she returned, she saw the green-robed cultivator leaving.
As the crowd left, a smile appeared on Liang Wanwan's lips, and she slowly stopped.
The bright red skirt gently fluttered down.
Yes, she lied, she told a big lie to everyone.
But so what?
For Jiang Zheng, what did a lie matter?
A string of bloody footprints stretched into the distance, facing the morning light, getting further and further away, longer and longer.
Until the end of the ruins.
At the end of the ruins, Liang Wanwan looked back at the ruins one last time.
She slowly bent down, grabbed a handful of soil from her hometown, turned around and left.
With her back to her hometown, she threw the soil into the sky.
When the dust settled, the past was buried.
…
In front of the Spirit Creek Sect, a red figure walked slowly, struggling but determined.
“Fellow Daoist, who are you looking for?”
She was stopped by the gatekeeper disciple. Although he saw the woman's dishevelled appearance, he was shocked by the aura on the woman's body, so his tone was particularly respectful.
“I'm looking for my sweetheart.”
Liang Wanwan was expressionless, not looking at the disciple, just looking at the top of the mountain.
She knew that Jiang Zheng was there.
“Sweetheart? Who?” the disciple asked again.
“His… name is Jiang Zheng.”
Liang Wanwan looked at the top of the mountain infatuatedly, and smiled charmingly, instantly stunning the gatekeeper disciple.
“Jiang Zheng! Elder Jiang…?!
The disciple was extremely shocked, and seemed not to believe it. He asked again:
“You know Elder Jiang? What is your relationship with him?”
Liang Wanwan still looked up at the top of the mountain, smiled bitterly, and said slowly after a moment of silence:
“I love him, but he doesn't love me… I cried all my tears for him, I am cowardly.
I chase after him, like chasing after a nightmare. Courage makes me look up at the top of the mountain, and cowardice makes me stop at the foot of the mountain.”
Her voice was gentle and desolate, sad for those who heard it, and tearful for those who listened.
“Fellow Daoist, you…” The disciple was muttering in his heart, could it be a madman?
But since it involved Elder Jiang, it was a big deal and should not be neglected. For the sake of caution, he tentatively asked:
“Why don't I go in and report it? If you really know each other, Elder Jiang will definitely be willing to see you. Elder Jiang is a very good person.”
“You said he is a good person?” Liang Wanwan finally turned to look at him.
“Yes, what's wrong? If it weren't for Elder Jiang, how could we handyman disciples have such a good life now?” The handyman disciple said happily.
“Then do you think he is a good person?” Liang Wanwan asked again.
“Of course, not only me, all the handyman disciples think so. As for those inner disciples…”
Before he finished speaking, Liang Wanwan chuckled, but did not comment.
“Fellow Daoist, don't go, if you really know Elder Jiang, I'll report it to you?” The disciple saw Liang Wanwan turn her head and leave slowly, and shouted anxiously.
“No need…” Liang Wanwan shook her head with her back to him, then her voice became smaller and smaller, only she could hear it.
“It's not time… it's not time yet, I can't let him see me so embarrassed, how dare I see my sweetheart in such a mess…”
Looking at the red figure getting farther and farther away, the handyman disciple scratched his head.
“Where did this madman come from?”
Although the voice was small, it clearly fell into Liang Wanwan's ears.
“A madman? Falling in love with someone… is really crazy…”
She smiled foolishly, her red skirt fluttering in the breeze, until she disappeared.