564: Chapter 564 Eighth Sister Suffers Injustice

"Elder Fan, this…?"

The people from Fuyao Tower were initially in a state of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Those descending beams of sword light were as powerful as heavenly punishment; no one knew if it would be their turn next.

They instinctively gathered around Fan Yuan, backs against each other, not daring to even breathe loudly.

But gradually, they sensed something unusual.

Those invisible slashes seemed to have eyes.

Every time one fell, it struck someone from Xuandu Prefecture.

No matter how the enemy dodged or tried to blend in among them, the sword light always precisely avoided their own people and only took the lives of the enemies.

They were close at hand, yet completely unharmed.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and confusion as they gazed at Fan Yuan.

What on earth… is this thing?

"Don't panic." Fan Yuan's voice was a bit tight, but he still forced himself to remain calm. "It is the Sir who has taken action."

"Sir?"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, everyone suddenly realized.

Rumor had it that a Celestial stood behind Fan Yuan.

But not even the people of Fuyao Tower had ever seen that person; over time, no one took it seriously, regarding it merely as a legend.

Until tonight.

They finally knew that the rumor was true.

And, far more terrifying than the rumors.

Although their doubts were resolved, no one dared to act rashly.

Because that sword light was still falling incessantly.

Every time it fell, one or several people would explode into a mist of blood in response.

Someone, desperate like a dog leaping over a wall, tried to pull a person from Fuyao Tower to be their cushion—

The sword light flashed, and that person was cleanly sliced in half, while the Fuyao Tower Disciple he had been grabbing didn't even lose a single hair.

Such precision, such effortless ease.

It made Fan Yuan's scalp tingle.

He prided himself on having seen the world.

But such unfathomable means, he had never seen in his entire life.

Just what level had the Sir's cultivation reached?

He dared not think, and could not imagine.

He didn't know how long had passed.

The last beam of sword light quietly faded away.

Not a single living soul remained from that group of Xuandu Prefecture.

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

The battlefield that had been filled with deafening cries of battle just moments ago was now a complete mess.

Scorched earth, cracked ground, crisscrossing sword marks, and the mist of blood that slowly dissipated with the wind.

Only beneath that giant, sky-covering tree, for a radius of several zhang, it was completely clean.

Fan Yuan stared at the giant tree, lost in thought.

After a long while, he composed his expression, adjusted his clothes, and bowed deeply toward the tree.

With this move, Sir has saved countless lives tonight and salvaged such a desperate situation for Fuyao Tower.

This favor must be repaid to Sir when the opportunity arises.

Coming back to his senses.

Fan Yuan immediately set about counting his men and sorting out the current situation.

It was also at this moment that a piece of news arrived.

The front line learned that the rear had been attacked, and several Elders had already dispatched a troop and were rushing back to reinforce!

This news made his eyes suddenly sharpen.

Xuandu Prefecture had staked everything on a single throw, committing all their elite forces here.

Now that their entire army was wiped out, their combat power was empty, which was their weakest moment.

Such a golden opportunity must not be missed.

"The elites of Xuandu Prefecture have all perished here tonight."

"If we return for reinforcements now, wouldn't we be wasting this golden opportunity for nothing?"

Fan Yuan did not hesitate in the slightest and said in a deep voice.

"Pass the order!"

"Have the returning troops change course and strike directly at the Xuandu Prefecture base!"

"Follow me to counterattack—"

"This time, it's our turn to go on the offensive!"

And all of this, in Zhou Heng's eyes, was a completely different experience.

He sat slumped on the ground, not moving an inch from beginning to end.

The knife wound on his neck was still stinging, but he could no longer care about it.

Those Ninth-Stage powerhouses who had just been holding a knife to his neck and forcing his Master to kneel.

Those were Ninth-Stage Cultivators!

Top-tier powerhouses who were only one step away from becoming Celestials.

In the blink of an eye, one after another, they all turned into mists of blood.

And what brought all this about was the jujube pit in his bosom.

It was the jujube pit that Qin Wangchuan had given him.

Zhou Heng's mind was in a complete mess.

All of this… was caused by Qin Wangchuan?

How is that possible?

That Qin Wangchuan who had been bickering with him for years.

How could he possibly have such heaven-defying abilities?

But that jujube pit clearly came from his hands…

The more Zhou Heng thought, the more chaotic his mind became, and the more he felt a chill down his spine.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He just stared blankly at the giant tree.

Watching it wither bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Leaves withered, branches shriveled.

The behemoth that had just been supporting the sky and standing tall was now hunched and small in the blink of an eye, as if all its vitality had been drained.

Or was it… that the truly powerful one was this tree?

— —

Liuxi Town.

Qin Family courtyard.

Qin Wangchuan slowly withdrew the hand he had placed on the jujube tree.

That slaughter a thousand miles away was, to him, nothing more than a wave of his hand through this tree.

His current cultivation was not high, and his Divine Sense did not cover far.

But it was not without a solution.

The jujube tree's roots were deeply embedded in the ground, and to him, they were like a pair of eyes extending a thousand miles away.

They were also a channel for delivering Sword Intent.

"The tree has consciousness, but it is not strong."

He whispered to himself, as if speaking to that jujube tree.

"Even if it has awakened its spiritual intelligence, it cannot stop so many Cultivators."

"But with me added, it is different."

"Borrowing the tree's roots to deliver my sword."

That is all.

With the thought finished, Qin Wangchuan turned and walked into the house.

When his footsteps reached the courtyard wall, he suddenly paused and spoke slowly.

"It is late at night."

"Eighth Sister, you should rest early too."

As soon as his voice fell.

Swish.

On the other side of the wall, a head suddenly poked out.

Qin Zhaoer was lying on the wall, caught red-handed, but she showed not the slightest hint of guilt.

Her gaze fell on Qin Wangchuan.

At this moment, his body was still surrounded by a lingering wisp of Sword Intent, cold and biting.

Staying perfectly fine in this small courtyard, who did he just fight with?

"What were you… doing just now?"

Qin Zhaoer couldn't figure it out, so she simply asked.

"Nothing." Qin Wangchuan's tone was as indifferent as usual. "Just resolved a small problem."

After saying this, he turned to return to the house.

But he had only taken one step.

Qin Zhaoer vaulted over the wall, landed steadily in front of him, and spread her arms, blocking his path completely.

Qin Wangchuan paused his steps and looked up at her.

The young girl's eyes were already red at some point, brimming with tears that she was holding back from falling.

"You are hiding things from me again."

Her voice was muffled, carrying a slight, imperceptible tremor.

"It's fine if it was at the Immortal Court."

"But in this place… we are the closest to each other."

As Qin Zhaoer spoke, she pursed her lips, and it was as if words she had been saving up for a long time came rushing out all at once.

"When you have something going on, why won't you tell me?"

"I cook for you every day, accompany you to forge, accompany you to watch that broken tree grow…"

"I am so good to you."

"Yet you still treat me like an outsider and hide everything from me."

By the end, the tears she had been struggling to hold back could no longer be contained and fell with a plop.

Qin Wangchuan looked at her, actually feeling a bit stunned.

It seemed he had never seen Eighth Sister cry.

That Eighth Sister who was overbearingly arrogant and so haughty she made one's teeth itch—

She could actually cry?

Just for such a small matter?

Thinking about it, he suddenly realized:

Eighth Sister felt wronged.

Qin Wangchuan lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment.

Then he raised his hand and wiped the tear from her cheek.

"I am not hiding it from you."

His voice was a few degrees lower than usual.

"It's just that it really was a small matter; there's no need for you to worry about it."

"Who asked you?"

"Whether it's worth it or not is not up to you! It's up to me."

Qin Zhaoer turned her head away and muttered in a muffled voice.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to hide things from me, do you hear me?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at her turned-away profile; the muttering voice still carried a sob, yet she was very stubborn.

His eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his lips curved upward as well.

"...Fine, I won't hide it from you."

So, Eighth Sister also had such a cute side.