Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 70: Exchanging the Mortal World for the Endless Purgatory

As Chu Wenruo stepped onto the shore, she was stunned by the words and her expression suddenly changed.

She looked towards the direction of the little princess.

At first glance, she saw the six-armed corpse hidden among the reeds.

The corpse was kneeling in the mud, bowing its head, with long hair hanging down. Its skin was covered with black scales-like patterns, and most of it had already completely rotted away.

But strangely, apart from the faint smell of blood, there was no foul smell of decay coming from the corpse. Instead, there was a strange fragrance.

If one looked closely, they would notice that the shoulders of the corpse were unusually broad, each with a scar the size of a bowl.

Combining these scars with the six arms of the corpse, it was not difficult to imagine that there were originally two heads at the site of these scars.

Three heads, six arms, emitting a peculiar fragrance.

It was as if a manifestation of Buddhist Law.

Extremely eerie!

Especially, all six arms of the corpse were extended forward, as if holding a sword to offer to someone.

At this moment, the sword was being held by the little princess and was instantly pulled out from the corpse's hand.

Qing Cuo was shocked in her heart. She hadn't even noticed the presence of this corpse, which was almost impossible for her.

There was something wrong with this corpse, and it was a big problem!

She realized this and immediately rushed forward to snatch the sword, shouting, "Put it down quickly!"

Chu Wenruo also hurriedly rushed forward in a panic, anxiously saying, "Don't take it!"

But they were both too late.

While the little princess was speaking, she had already pulled out the long sword.

She happily said, "Mother, look, a sword! I'm taking the sword to protect you!"

The shape of the long sword was peculiar, with a hollow center resembling a narrow eye. A red gem was embedded in the pupil, and the moment the sword was pulled out, the entire sword turned into a blood light and rushed into the little princess's brow.

And the rotten corpse actually lifted its head, revealing a flawless white woman's face.

The eyes on that face were pitch black, with a dreamlike smile appearing.

The corpse spoke, its beautiful and gentle voice echoing like an empty valley, chanting:

"The Illusory Void Realm, the Endless Purgatory, the sun and moon in the same sky, exchange for this mortal world."

After speaking, the entire corpse turned into dust and collapsed on the ground in an instant.

The big smile on the little princess's face froze, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted straight away.

Qing Cuo, who was a step behind, reached out and caught the little princess.

Chu Wenruo immediately got up, ignoring the mud all over her body, and anxiously held the little princess's face, tears streaming down her face.

"Ying'er, Ying'er, don't scare mother, wake up."

She suddenly collapsed to the ground, her eyes hollow, looking at the sword at Qing Cuo's waist, her lips trembling, as if she had some thoughts, she gritted her teeth.

Qing Cuo immediately used her spiritual energy to examine the little princess's condition, but she found nothing. She furrowed her brows and looked at the pile of sand next to her.

The strange corpse, the strange sword, and what exactly were they?

"Qing Cuo! We finally found you!"

A familiar young voice suddenly came from not far away, followed by a large turtle pushing aside the reeds and swimming to the shore.

A man and a woman were sitting on the turtle's back.

It was Chen Kuang and Shen Meinan.

Chen Kuang, who had been relieved to find Qing Cuo and the others without any danger, successfully reunited with them.

And the three of them seemed to be unharmed.

But then they noticed Chu Wenruo's disheveled appearance, and the little princess seemed to have fainted.

"Wife?"

Chen Kuang had a bad premonition and immediately jumped onto the shore.

"What happened?"

As soon as he spoke, Chu Wenruo trembled all over and threw herself into his arms.

Shen Meinan, on the side, widened her eyes, looking at Chen Kuang, then at Chu Wenruo's pale face with tears.

...

"So that's how it is..."

Chen Kuang looked at the people in front of him with a headache.

He and Qing Cuo had found an abandoned thatched cottage by the shore and cleaned it up as a temporary shelter.

This should have been the residence of a fisherman in the past, with some old fishing gear still hanging inside the house.

The bed in the cottage had already collapsed, so Chen Kuang had to dismantle some wooden boards and lay down some straw and tattered cloth as a place for the little princess to lie down.

Qing Cuo had spare clothes with her and changed them for Chu Wenruo.

The latter finally calmed down a bit, but still looked anxious. "Mr. Chen, what's wrong with Ying'er now..."

Chen Kuang rubbed his temples. "I'm afraid this is the demonic sword that Qi Sibai was looking for."

Shen Meinan, who had traveled with Lin Eryou and others for a month, naturally knew about the "demonic sword" that Qi Sibai mentioned whenever he saw someone.

She couldn't believe it and said, "Qi Sibai spent three whole years looking for this demonic sword. He finally came to Dongting Lake, and you encountered it directly on the first day..."

I really don't know if this counts as good luck or bad luck.

Of course, Shen Meinan only thought this silently in her heart.

The real victim is right beside her, and it would be foolish of her to say such things.

The young girl couldn't help but shift her gaze to Chu Wenruo. Thinking about how she had thrown herself into Chen Kuang's arms without hesitation earlier, she felt a bit frustrated.

She moved her butt away from Chen Kuang.

Chen Kuang let out a sigh. "Right now, it's only a possibility."

However, Chen Kuang had a vague feeling in his heart that this was most likely the case.

And it would be best if it was.

If it was indeed that demonic sword, then at least there would be a professional to ask for help.

Otherwise, it would be a real trouble.

He had already asked Shen Xingzhu about the situation, but even this Dao Child of the Profound Spirit Dao Gate was helpless. She had gone to ask her master about it.

If even Qi Sibai couldn't do anything...

It would be considered a relatively good outcome if the little princess remained unconscious.

Based on their description of the situation at the time, that corpse was not a monster. It might have been transformed by the demonic sword.

If the little princess ended up like that, there would be no need for Chen Kuang to escort her. He could just go to sleep...

Chu Wenruo looked at Chen Kuang and grabbed his sleeve tightly. "Mr. Chen, what should we do now?"

Chen Kuang patted Chu Wenruo's back and comforted her. "We can only stay in Dongting Lake for a while."

Fortunately, Shen Xingzhu's sudden attack had destroyed the Fengyu Tower.

Currently, the Martial Saint Pavilion in Jishao County had temporarily lost its control, so the pressure of being pursued and killed was not particularly great. As long as they avoided attention and stayed temporarily, there wouldn't be any problems.

"After settling down, I'll go to Xianyu Temple to find Qi Sibai and ask him."

Qing Cuo skillfully started a fire and placed several fish on the firewood.

She paused for a moment and asked, "Where can we settle down? The officials from Zhou Kingdom have already arrived, and from top to bottom, they should all have arrest warrants. Any place with people is dangerous."

"How about staying in the wilderness?"

Chen Kuang picked up a stick and poked the firewood, sighed, and glanced at Chu Wenruo.

"You don't have any problems, but after three days of rushing around, Madam has already become haggard like this. It's probably too much for her to stay in the wilderness."

"It would be even more troublesome if she gets sick or injured."

Qing Cuo was momentarily speechless.

She hadn't considered that.

"Then where else can we go?"

Chen Kuang threw the stick into the fire and said, "Let's go to my house."

Shen Meinan suddenly heard this and was first stunned, then her eyes instantly lit up. She became excited, "Your house?"

She quietly moved her butt back, curious, "Where is your house?"

Chen Kuang smiled and said, "Not far from Dongting Lake."

...

She woke up in a daze, and before her were her mother's pale and haggard face.

Chu Wenruo frowned. She had been sleeping lightly, holding her tightly in her arms.

She was stunned for a moment, seeing that her mother was wearing clothes that didn't seem right, not the rough clothes of a fisherman, but the luxurious silk dress she wore in the palace.

"Mother, mother."

She gently pushed her, and Chu Wenruo immediately woke up, somewhat panicked, and hugged her, whispering, "Ying'er, what's wrong?"

Chu Wenruo said, "Are you hungry? Mother still has half a steamed bun."

Chu Wenruo took out a half-dried steamed bun from her pocket and handed it to her.

She looked at the steamed bun, her face full of confusion.

How could there be a steamed bun? Weren't they supposed to eat wild vegetables at night?

She turned her head and saw a familiar prison cell.

The surroundings were dirty, messy, and foul-smelling, with the prisoners' cries and moans echoing all around.

She suddenly felt anxious and quickly climbed up from Chu Wenruo, stumbling and walking towards the neighboring cell.

The young man who had saved them, the blind man who gave them food...

She saw that person half-sitting in the neighboring cell, and she breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to grab his sleeve.

The sleeve pulled the man's body down, revealing a familiar face covered in blood.

That face had wide-open eyes, a ferocious expression, and it didn't close in death.

It was Chen Kuang.

But it wasn't Chen Kuang.

This was the corpse of Chen Kuang, who had long been dead.

Chu Wenruo quickly covered her eyes from behind and trembled, "Ying'er, don't look."

She asked in a daze, "Mother, who is this?"

Chu Wenruo said, "This is your father's musician... He was frightened and had a high fever that didn't go away this morning. He's already dead."

(End of this chapter)