Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 33: Hope you will cherish your journey

Xia Ke knew that she would die today, so she hardened her heart, stared at Qingyang with eyes wide open, and said angrily: "You will not have a good ending!"

Qing Yang sneered, "Then let's give it a try!" He slowly walked to Bai Haotian, drew out his sword, and pointed it at Bai Haotian's angry eyes, "Will you tell me or not?"

Seeing Bai Haotian about to be tortured by Qingyang, Xia Kexin was powerless and cried bitterly, "Big Brother, I am sorry for making you suffer."

Bai Haotian said fiercely: "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Threatening a woman is nothing!"

Qing Yang smiled and said, "I just want what I want. If you hand it over, I will let you two go. If you can't hand it over, I will torture you slowly. Tell me where it is. Where did Wuzhan go?"

Bai Haotian sneered: "Even if we knew, how could we tell you this sinister person? Do you think we are all afraid of death?"

Qingyang said: "It seems that you really don't know. Then I have to kill you and I will go find it myself." The sword shook, and with a "puff" sound, it pierced into Bai Haotian's right shoulder, severing his meridians. Bai Haotian immediately felt unbearable pain in his right arm, but he didn't say a word. Blood stained his clothes red, and sweat immediately flowed from his forehead.

Xia Kexin cried out, "Stop!"

Qingyang asked: "Do you want to talk?"

Xia Kexin said: "We really don't know, so just kill us with one sword and stop torturing us."

Qingyang looked at the expressions of the two men and thought that they probably really didn't know. He thought, "Could it be that Xuanqing died before he could explain himself, and Shi Guanglei couldn't get any information from him, so he had no choice but to run away. Where did he run from? Where did Wuzhan go?"

Qingyang retracted his sword and began to think quickly again. He slowly walked to the back window and looked down the mountain. Suddenly, he found a rope. One end was tied to the wooden railing under the windowsill, and the other end sank into the abyss. It could not be found without careful observation.

Qingyang hurriedly shouted, "Watch them!" He jumped out, grabbed the rope, and quickly fell down the cliff along the rope. He had a vague feeling that there was no obstacle to escape from here, and he should not be able to escape too far. The cliff was tilted and bare without a single plant. When he slid down more than ten feet and crossed a protruding rock, he suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap, because the rope had reached the end and there was still a bottomless abyss below.

He looked up suddenly and found that there was a man hiding under another protruding rock ten feet above him, one foot away from the rope. The man was hanging under the rock with his hands grasping at the cracks in the rock, with a sword in his mouth. It was Wuzang.

Wuzhan struggled to climb back to the rope. Qingyang saw that the situation was not good, so he grabbed the rope, stepped on the rock, and climbed up quickly.

Seeing that Qingyang was about to come up, Wuzhan made a mighty leap, just like the leap on the cliff of Cangyan Mountain, but this time he grabbed the rope. Holding the sword in one hand, he tried his best to chop at the lower end of the rope. The first sword failed to cut it, so he raised his sword again. At this time, Qingyang was less than ten feet away from Wuzhan and could feel his fierce gaze, but it soon turned into fear. The rope broke, and Qingyang grabbed the end of the rope and fell off the cliff. He did not call out, perhaps he might know that it was too late to call out.

Wuzhan watched Qingyang fall, gasping for breath, and had no strength left in his body.

He was in Xuanqing's house, and after wiping off the blood, he still couldn't go down the mountain, and Qingyang would definitely come back to search. He knew there was a rope in the dark room, but it was only ten feet long, far from enough to go down the mountain. After thinking hard, he set up this trap and waited for Qingyang to come in. In fact, if Qingyang was a little steadier and observed more carefully, he would find Wuzhan hanging not far below. If that was the case, Wuzhan would have no time to cut the rope. Wuzhan was just betting that he would not turn back until he reached the end.

Wuzhan gasped for a long time. Although he couldn't see the window above, he knew that Qingyang's men were in the house. The eldest brother and the younger sister had fallen into their hands. He couldn't rescue them at the moment, but hanging here was not a solution. His arms were already numb. If he couldn't hold on, he would fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces.

As he was wandering, he saw a hand grabbing the protruding rock under him, and Qingyang's ferocious face was revealed. It turned out that during the fall, he had inserted his sword into the rock. The sword had broken, but he stabilized his fall and did not continue to fall. He circulated the true energy around his body, making his body stick to the rock like a magnet. He was like a caterpillar that red sandalwood hated, crawling upwards. The rock was too bare and there was no place to grab hold of. If it were someone with low cultivation, he would never be able to climb up, but he met Qingyang. He held his breath and could not speak. He stared fiercely at the eyes that almost killed him twice, and slowly approached.

Wuzhan sighed and thought to himself, "It's really a ghost that lingers." He held the sword in his hand, ready to wait for Qingyang to get close and fight him desperately. An unknown amount of time passed, and Qingyang's head was less than ten feet away from Wuzhan. He stopped, put his palms on the rock and rested there. He looked like he wanted to eat Wuzhan in one bite.

Wuzhan did not speak either. He waited quietly for him to come closer so that he could stab him with his sword. Seeing Qingyang moving again, his head had entered the attack range, and he was almost ten feet away from the rock where Wuzhan was hiding. Wuzhan shook his wrist and used the first move of "Liufeng Sword Technique" - 'Spring Breeze Blowing Willows'. The sword moved like a willow branch. If the internal force was sufficient, the sword must have been tough, but when Wuzhan used it, it only had form but no power.

Qingyang saw Wuzhan stabbing at him with a sword. Under normal circumstances, he could have deflected the sword by just using all his internal energy. But now he had used all his internal energy to absorb the rocks, so he had no extra internal energy. His body could not dodge, and his hands could only move a little. The only thing he could defend himself with was his head. This was also due to Qingyang's extraordinary cultivation. With a "clang" sound, the tip of the sword was bitten by Qingyang. Wuzhan saw that something was wrong and pulled back the sword. Qingyang exerted force with his teeth and bit off the tip of the sword with a "crack". Wuzhan had no choice but to stab again with the sword without the tip. This sword was bitten off by Qingyang again, and Wuzhan could not retreat. Wuzhan stared at the rock and tried his best to push the sword down, hoping to push Qingyang down. Qingyang had no choice but to bite the sword off again. Wuzhan saw that the sword was useless, and he made up his mind. He loosened his hand, grasped the broken sword, and stabbed Qingyang. At the same time, his body fell towards Qingyang, ready to die with Qingyang.

Qingyang had expected Wuzhan to do this. At this time, he could no longer cling to the rock. He turned his body over, snatched Wuzhan's broken sword, and inserted the broken sword into the rock with all his strength. At the same time, his other hand grabbed Wuzhan's arm. How could he let Wuzhan die like this? The two of them were hanging under the rock, one above and one below. If Wuzhan's other hand had not been used to hammer Qingyang's ribs, this would definitely be a heroic act of saving someone with his life hanging by a thread. Qingyang spoke at this time, angrily: "It's not that easy to die!" His breathing was a little uncomfortable because his ribs were hit by Wuzhan, and his words were a little trembling, losing their original ferocity.

Wuzhan's body was completely exhausted. He knew that beating him like this would be useless, but he hated Qingyang so much that he would not give up. He would beat him with all his strength. Qingyang gritted his teeth in hatred. If he didn't have all his hope on Wuzhan, he would have thrown down a hundred Wuzhans. How could he have gone to rescue him in such a desperate way? He shouted to the top: "Someone, send a rope down!"

Not long after, two ropes were lowered and two men in black came down and pulled the two people up. Wuzhan was brought back into the house. Seeing Xia Kexin full of despair and Bai Haotian seriously injured, he felt even more sad.

When Xia Kexin and Bai Haotian saw Wuzhan being captured, they both knew: "He will not survive either."

Qingyang stared at Wuzhe fiercely, and after a long pause, he said, "I have lost my patience. I just want to ask you one question: do you know where the thing is?"

After a long silence, Wuzhe sat on the ground and said calmly: "Of course I know."

Qingyang was delighted, but his face was still gloomy, thinking: "After all, my rescue was not in vain." However, he knew that Wuzhan was cunning and had nearly killed him twice, "Don't play tricks. Now you have no choice."

Wuzhan snorted coldly: "Of course I have a choice, to tell you or not to tell you."

"Then what are your options?"

"Since you risked everything to keep me alive, it's useless for me to have that thing, so of course I choose to hand it over."

Xia Kexin shouted, "Don't hand it over, he won't let you go!" Bai Haotian also glared at Wuzhan, thinking, "How can he be so spineless?"

Wuzhan ignored him and took out the blue 'evil-avoiding stone' from his arms and threw it to Qingyang. In fact, Wuzhan had no choice but to hand it over, as he would surely find it if he searched him.

Qingyang showed a look of joy, he finally got it, "Where is the spell?"

Wuzhan said calmly: "You can't take out the spell now. I have burned it."

"Don't lie to me." With a wink, the man in black came forward and searched him inside and out, but found nothing.

Qingyang's face was covered with anger again, "Why did you burn it?"

"To survive." He looked at Qingyang with a faint look.

Qingyang stared at Wuzhe fiercely for a long time. He knew that any torture on Wuzhe would be useless. He also knew that Wuzhe was threatening him again. He had no choice but to compromise with Wuzhe's threat. "What do you want?"

"If you release the Huashan disciples, I will tell you everything. If you don't release even one of them, you won't know."

Bai Haotian said, "You don't have to tell him the spell to save us. It would be a good thing if we died."

Wuzhan said to Bai Haotian slowly: "Since senior brother carried me up the mountain, I have benefited from the care of senior brother and junior sister. I, junior brother, have kept it in my heart and have no way to repay them. Maybe we will not have the chance to see each other again in the future. Please allow me to say a few words that I should not say. I heard master say before his death about senior brother's life experience that no one is perfect, and master has deeply blamed himself. All these years of efforts have been to fulfill your father's last wish, and he died for this. Even if Shi Guanglei framed senior brother, master did not doubt senior brother at all, and entrusted junior sister to senior brother. Senior brother knows how master treats him. Junior sister has now lost her father, is helpless and heartbroken. I hope senior brother will speak from the heart and cherish her while she is gone." Bai Haotian was silent after hearing this, and Xia Kexin burst into tears.

Seeing Qingyang was hesitant, Wuzhan said in a deep voice: "Let them go, I will go with you and slowly tell you the spell. If you are worried, you can ask someone else to try."

Qingyang glared at Wuzhai, clenching his fists. He knew Xuanqing had almost comprehended the spells. Since the 'Evil-Avoiding Stone' was handed over to him, there would naturally be a lot of spells. This kid was smart and must have memorized them. If he didn't let him go, he would want to die, and the spells would be nowhere to be found. Thinking of this, he said fiercely: "Let him go, take him away!"

Wuzhan slowly stood up and was escorted out of the house step by step by the men in black. Bai Haotian did not look at Wuzhan, but just closed his eyes. Xia Kexin burst into tears and could not say a word she wanted to say. Every step tugged at her heart. The thin figure disappeared and was taken away.

(End of this chapter)