110: Chapter 110 Jiang Chengning

Chapter 111 Jiang Chengning (Bonus chapter for Shan Yue Huan Liu!)

Sun Jingan completely collapsed within that ball of white light.

He only wanted to live.

He could not care about anything else.

He ran desperately toward the Jiang Family formation, crying out as he ran, "Save me! Save me! I don't want to die!"

White light filled his vision.

Jiang Chengning subconsciously reached out to catch Sun Jingan.

The boy cried out, stumbling toward him, his voice torn apart by the sound of the rain.

"Save me! Elder Jiang, save me!"

The moment he raised his hand, the depths of his mind suddenly cleared.

In that instant, the Sun Jingan before him suddenly transformed into Jiang Xingchuan.

The boy, hair disheveled and face covered in mud and water, stumbled toward him, crying out, "Father, save me!"

Jiang Chengning's pupils constricted sharply.

An intense sense of dissonance poured over him like cold water, forcefully yanking him out of that momentary compassion.

Jiang Chengning's figure retreated violently.

It was at this very moment that a sword hum sounded from Sun Jingan's sleeve.

A grayish-white Sword Qi suddenly drilled out from the bottom of his sleeve, following the momentum of Sun Jingan's forward charge, aiming straight for Jiang Chengning's chest.

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, he instead grew calm.

Sun Jingcheng was the bait.

The real sword was hidden on Sun Jingan.

To be precise, it was hidden in Sun Jingan's sleeve and wrist, hidden within that trace of Sword Intent from his earlier sword practice that even he himself hadn't noticed.

A sheathless sword.

Where can it not be a sheath?

The sword light bloomed, leaving no path for retreat.

He raised his hand to press onto Sun Jingan's shoulder, pushing the terrified boy to the side.

The grayish-white Sword Qi drilled out from Sun Jingan's sleeve.

It flashed past.

First, it broke Jiang Chengning's protective spiritual light, then entered his chest, and finally scattered into countless tiny sword marks above his Dantian.

Jiang Chengning's figure paused.

The white light finally dispersed, and the sound of the rain returned to everyone's ears.

Sun Jingan fell into the muddy water, turning back blankly, seemingly not yet understanding what had happened.

Sun Jingcheng knelt in the middle of the stream, the Sword Pill in his palm already shattered into gray powder.

Jiang Chengning stood by the stream.

He looked down at his chest.

Blood did not immediately gush out onto his lapels; there was only a grayish-white sword mark that spread from his chest down to his abdomen, shredding all vitality.

Only then did the blood slowly seep out.

Jiang Shoushan lunged forward violently.

He grabbed Jiang Chengning, his other hand pressing onto the grayish-white sword mark, his Dongzhi spiritual power constantly pressing into the flesh.

That Sword Qi had not yet fully dissipated.

Wisps of fine, sharp edges were still roaming between Jiang Chengning's chest and abdomen, like living things, continuously shredding his Meridians and flesh.

Jiang Shoushan tightened his five fingers, forcefully pinching those few remaining strands of Sword Qi out of the wound.

The grayish-white Sword Qi struggled in his palm for an instant before being crushed into powder by the cold energy.

Blood slowly seeped from beneath Jiang Chengning's lapels; at first, it was just a line, but in the blink of an eye, it stained half of his front.

Jiang Shoushan lowered his head, silently channeling spiritual power into his body.

Over and over again.

But Jiang Chengning's aura continued to sink inch by inch.

The energy on Jiang Shoushan's body began to fluctuate.

The true cultivation that had been suppressed deep within his skin and bones by the "Single Yang Concealment" was about to break through the cover at this very moment.

Jiang Chengning suddenly raised his hand, his fingers gripping tightly onto Jiang Shoushan's lapels. The sword mark on his chest was disturbed, and blood gushed out suddenly, dripping down the folds of his clothes into the muddy water.

Jiang Shoushan immediately leaned down to listen, only to hear blood bubbling in his throat, his voice raspy and low: "The Jiang Family arose from humble beginnings, survived several wars, and changed mountain gates; what we rely on is nothing more than the two words: endurance. Now that we occupy Baili, the Foundation is newly established. Immortals cast their stones, various families enter the game, the Han and Lu families chase profit, the Gu and Shen families watch for openings—none of this is to be feared. Only the family genealogy must never see the light of day."

"The suffering of all living beings—do not let one person ruin the Jiang Family's generations of hidden sharpness." When he said this, his eyes suddenly cleared, and he used his last bit of strength to spit out a few words: "Swallow the hatred into the bone, and wait for one day to shock the world!"

The veins on Jiang Shoushan's hand gripping the saber bulged, and blood seeped between his fingers.

After a long time, he finally lowered his head, swallowing back that surging Spiritual Pressure.

Seeing this, the Clan Leader Han Jingchong's eyes changed slightly, and he then said in a deep voice, "Today's exchange is complete."

"The matter of the Jiang Family injuring my Han Family disciple will be discussed another day."

He spoke with high-sounding righteousness, and he retreated very quickly.

Han Zhaoye sheathed his sword, his gaze crossing the rain screen to glance at Jiang Chengning, then at the direction of the South Embankment.

The gray-robed youth was already gone.

Sun Changshui lunged into the stream, dragged Sun Jingcheng back, and then turned to look at Sun Jingan.

Sun Jingan sat in the muddy water, trembling all over, still muttering, "It wasn't me... It wasn't me..."

Bloodshot color surged into Sun Changshui's eyes.

He took a few steps over, grabbed Sun Jingan by the collar, lifted the terrified boy from the muddy water, and his other hand was already pressed onto the short blade at his waist.

Sun Jingan's lips trembled; he couldn't even complete a plea for mercy.

"Clan... Clan Chief... I don't know... I really don't know..."

Sun Changshui did not answer.

Looking at the remaining trace of the grayish-white sword mark on Sun Jingan's sleeve, he felt the fire in his chest almost burn through his lungs.

If it weren't for this fool being afraid of death, if it weren't for this fool blindly trusting others, Jiang Chengning would not have suffered this sword strike.

The blade had already left its sheath by half an inch.

Sun Changshui's face showed a struggle.

Just now, when the Sword Qi erupted, Jiang Chengning had clearly already sensed that something was wrong, yet he still pushed Sun Jingan away.

He would rather suffer that sword strike alone than let Sun Jingan be shredded by the Sword Qi first.

The blade stopped.

Sun Changshui's hand was shaking violently.

He stared fixedly at Sun Jingan, the corners of his eyes turning red bit by bit, and finally, he threw him back into the muddy water.

"Get back."

Sun Jingan fell into the water, unable to even crawl up.

Sun Changshui no longer looked at him.

He turned and walked to Jiang Chengning, his knees weakening, and he knelt heavily into the muddy water.

"Elder Jiang..."

Once this sound escaped, the rest was stifled in his throat.

He pressed his forehead into the damp, cold stream mud, his back trembling so much he could barely keep his body prostrate.

Jiang Chengning waved his hand gently.

"Take them back."

"Take both of them back."

Sun Changshui finally prostrated on the ground and wept bitterly.

Jiang Chengning's body swayed slightly, and Jiang Shoushan reached out to support him.

He slowly lowered his eyelids, closing his eyes as if exhausted.

At that moment, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up subconsciously.

They saw a large patch of dark clouds rolling in from the southwest horizon, no one knew when.

The black clouds pressed over the mountain ridge, swallowed the direction of Baili Mountain, and then slowly spread over the sky above Luoxi Mouth.

The cloud layer was so thick it seemed about to crash down; the rain lines beneath the clouds connected into a sheet, and from a distance, it looked as if an endless water curtain had descended between heaven and earth.

Immediately after, a majestic burst of energy rushed straight down from the depths of the dark clouds.

The sound of the rain suddenly deepened.

The Luoxi Mouth formation light was pressed by that energy, and it actually began to shake violently.

Jiang Shoushan looked up violently.

Wen Zhibai's formation ruler paused in mid-air.

On the east bank of the river, Han Zhaoye's footsteps paused.

He turned back to look.

This patch of dark clouds, carrying heavy rain, pressed down toward Luoxi Mouth simultaneously, finally condensing into the shape of a person within the curtain of rain.

That figure stepped through the air and arrived.

It was Jiang Yuhe.

Rain Water falling onto her sleeves was like falling into another, deeper body of water, only causing a faint ripple to spread at the edge of her sleeves before vanishing in an instant.

Her hair tips were the same, her skin was the same, and even the fingertips hanging by her side seemed to be of the same origin as this heavy rain, sinking into it silently.

The Grain Rain spiritual power should originally have had a sense of growth.

But at this moment, the energy around her was terrifyingly heavy, and within the gentleness, it was full of cold oppression.

Every step she took forward, the rain lines in mid-air seemed to be pulled, and the water vapor across the entire Luoxi Mouth lowered and bowed along with it.

Her right hand hung by her side.

In her hand, she held half a severed head.

Rain Water flowed down from that severed head, mixed with blood, dripping into mid-air, but before it could truly fall to the ground, it was swept up by the water vapor around her, turning into a faint red dot and quietly dispersing into the rain.

Inside and outside Luoxi Mouth, for a moment, no one made a sound.

She stood in the rain, her clothes fluttering without wind, water ripples spreading from her sleeves, shoulders, and hair, then returning to her body layer by layer.

It was as if that body was not made of flesh and blood, but a pool of deep water forcibly pressed into the shape of a human.

Muffled thunder rolled across the horizon.

The cloud layer was so low it seemed about to hang onto the formation screen, a dense, black mass covering both sides of the riverbank within it.

The next moment, the torrential rain crashed down, the rain lines thick as curtains, smashing the Luoxi Mouth formation light until it shook in layers. The stream water suddenly surged, and muddy yellow waves slapped against the bank, splashing up large amounts of mud and foam.

Within the rain screen, water shadows flickered heavily on Jiang Yuhe.

The water vapor of the entire Luoxi Mouth was pulled by her in this instant.

Several Han Family Cultivators on the east bank felt a chill between their eyebrows, and a burst of energy appeared on them out of thin air, invisibly locking them from afar, making it difficult for them to even take a step back.

Han Zhaoye pressed his hand on his sword hilt, looked up, and his eyes did not hide any of his disdain.

The sound of rain roared.

Jiang Yuhe stood in the air beneath the black clouds, her voice like thunder, crashing straight down into Luoxi Mouth: "Regarding today's events, since you are all in the game, stay behind and be buried with us!"