亚洲偷自区

Chapter 348  The Hunter Who Killed Immortals (99)

(Unnamed Jungle)

The midday sun was shining brightly in the sky and not a single cloud was in sight. A large medium sized ship soared through the air at a breakneck pace.

The ship was made from simple materials like wood and copper.

A single sail had been built in the center of the vessel, but it was more for decoration purposes rather than to help increase the speed.

At the base of the vessel, hundreds of runes had been carved into the material and each rune glowed with a bluish-grey tinge.

These runes allowed the captain of the ship to inject their spiritual energy into the boat and cause the vessel to fly though the skies.

On the deck of the ship, a woman wearing a silvery grey mask leaned against the side of the railing and looked down.

She saw an endless sea of green trees that stretched out as far as the horizon.

Behind her she could vaguely make out the mountain range where the Crimson Demon Sect called home.

The peaks of the mountain range slowly got smaller and smaller as the ship continued to travel further away.

Xu Lu let out a light sigh as she stretched out her hand and brushed away a loose strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes.

She felt conflicted.

Going to the conference to reveal what the Holy Sword Sect had done to her was an unnecessary risk and yet when Yang Xia had suggested it, she just could not say no.

The opportunity to ruin the reputation of the so-called \'righteous\' sect that had abandoned her to rot away in prison just seemed too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Maybe she had been influenced by the original Xu Lu\'s emotions or perhaps she just wanted to take revenge… it was impossible to tell.

Xu Lu\'s lips gently curved upwards beneath the mask as she imagined the look on her former sect leader and master\'s faces when they realised that she had escaped.

If rumors had spread that she was dead, then there would be questions asked even if they denied her allegations.

And there was one other reason why she had decided to go.

Jiang Xin

The beautiful face of the mortal woman who had stolen her heart briefly surfaced in Xu Lu\'s mind once more.

She could clearly see her perfectly unblemished skin, her clear grey eyes, and her soft and gentle facial features.

She was perfection.

She was hers.

Xu Lu\'s fingers curled up into a tight fist as she desperately fought down the dark emotions of possessiveness and jealousy that came up whenever she thought of Jiang Xin.

Cultivating using demonic qi had the unfortunate side effect of enhancing one\'s true nature and passions.

Xu Lu\'s opinion on Jiang Xin had turned from a crush and mild feeling of liking to an almost obsessive devotion.

The very thought of Jiang Xin marrying someone else was enough to make Xu Lu feel a deep sense of anger.

Was this a healthy feeling?

Definitely not!

Xu Lu was self aware enough to realise this but there was nothing she could do to stop herself from feeling that way.

Humans were not always creatures of logic and reason.

Maybe she needed to do some training to clear her mind.

Xu Lu stepped away from the railing and walked towards the center of the deck. She placed her hand on the hilt of her blade and slowly withdrew her longsword.

The cold glint of steel flashed under the warm gentle rays of sunlight. A heavy pressure descended as Xu Lu began to practise her techniques.

Her swordsmanship was simple and yet her movements were graceful and free flowing like water passing along a river.

Xu Lu injected her demonic qi into her blade and her weapon began to shine with a crimson light.

She could feel a warm current of energy flowing through her body and her emotions were suddenly amplified slightly.

Xu Lu took in a few deep breaths and gently exhaled. She focused on her breathing she rode out the wave of emotions.

Again, she continued to slash using her sword.

Not many cultivators practised basic techniques. To be fair they were seen as useless since cultivation skills could have greater effects.

Summoning fire using your palms, creating mountains of blood, raising the dead, predicting the future…

And those were just the tip of the iceberg.

Xu Lu could understand the frustration that mortals who were wrongly harmed by cultivators must have felt.

How could mere mortals hope to go against these gods?

The \'righteous\' sects were supposed to protect them but truthfully, they were only marginally better than demonic cultivators.

But what was the solution?

Unless you killed every cultivator and destroyed all the cultivation techniques in the world… there was nothing to stop these crimes from happening.

Giving humans the powers of immortality and god-like abilities would just appeal to the darker instincts in their hearts.

Slash!

Xu Lu swung her longsword towards the horizon and a faint gust of wind accompanied her movements.

This continued for several long hours.

Xu Lu did not know it at the time, but someone had been observing her quietly without saying anything.

After Xu Lu finished her last set, she suddenly detected a presence coming from a few feet away from her body.

"That\'s enough practice for now," a voice calmly spoke.

Xu Lu sheathed her blade and turned to face her master. Yang Xia walked forward and reached into the pocket of her robe.

She took out a small blue orb that hummed with power. Small crackles of electricity danced along the edges of the orb.

"Here… you can\'t keep running away from your heart demon," Yang Xia cryptically spoke as she lobbed the orb at her apprentice.

"If you cannot fix your flaw then it will destroy you."

Xu Lu wasn\'t expecting to have to catch the object so suddenly, so she dashed forward and barely managed to grab it before it hit the ground.

"Sect leader… what is…" Xu Lu\'s voice slurred as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she collapsed on the ground.

Yang Xia walked up to the future successor of her clan and took out a small roll of bedding from her storage ring.

She lifted up her apprentice who was now completely motionless and lay her down on the mattress.

Xu Lu\'s body was completely motionless but occasionally her eyelids would tremble violently as if she was desperately trying to wake up.

"Good luck," Yang Xia whispered softly as she adjusted the pillow behind Xu Lu\'s neck before slowly walking away.

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Xu Lu opened her eyes and found herself standing inside a familiar looking room. She immediately knew where this place was.

Somehow, she had been transported back to her home in the Holy Sword Sect!