Chapter 13539 You are too impulsive
Yu Zhengqi walked slowly towards the mica screen painted with pine and cranes. Behind the screen, heavy rain was pouring down. The sound of raindrops splashing on the window lattice was like fine drumbeats. "We can't do it openly, or even..." He raised his hand and gently stroked the red crown of the crane on the screen. His fingertips suddenly exerted force, and the crane's crown made of gold wire suddenly sank. "We can't let our own people do it."
Thunder roared outside the hall, causing ripples in the cold tea in the cup on the table. Yu Haoran suddenly realized, "Master, are you talking about using external forces? For example, the Demon Tower."
"But Chongtian is very protective of Lingxiao." Yu Haoran frowned.
Yu Zhengqi suddenly laughed softly, and stroked the cracks on the edge of the jade pendant with his fingertips: "Chongtian is from the Demon Tower..." When he turned around, the portrait of the ancestor enshrined in the painting moved without wind, and the whisk held by the person in the painting pointed to the direction of the Demon Tower in the west, "but it cannot represent the entire Demon Tower."
Suddenly, thunder and lightning roared in the rainstorm, and Yu Zhengqi's voice suddenly turned cold: "If the Demon Tower knew..."
He flicked his fingertips, and the half-yellowed talisman paper on the incense table suddenly caught fire. The green smoke outlined the silver butterfly hairpin in Ling Bi's hair in the air. "Ling Xiao's fiancée, sister and friends..." The flames suddenly jumped up and swallowed up the remaining shadow of Xiao Lianzhu's silk handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus flowers. "They all entered my Zhengqi Hall... Guess what will happen?"
Elder Xuan Yue and Yu Haoran's pupils suddenly shrank.
Yu Zhengqi waved his sleeves and said, "Send a message to 'Night Owl.'" When he said this undercover code name, the burning talisman paper on the table turned into ashes, "Tell him to spread the news in the Demon Tower - say that Ling Xiao has already secretly joined the Righteousness Hall, and even his closest relatives have become our guests of honor."
The rainstorm suddenly intensified, and the unique whistle of the Demon Tower could be heard faintly in the rain curtain. Yu Zhengqi stroked the cracks on the jade pendant and watched the ashes form the shape of the Big Dipper in the air: "When the Demon Tower is in chaos..." He suddenly clenched the jade pendant, and the star map shattered in an instant, "There will be countless sharp blades to help us cut off the roots."
"Master, you are wise!" Yu Haoran's eyes sparkled. He seemed to have seen Ling Xiao lying in a pool of blood. The smile on his mouth gradually widened, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, which shone coldly under the candlelight.
Elder Xuan Yue let out a long sigh, and a sickly blush appeared on her pale face. She raised her only remaining right arm, and a bronze bell slipped out of her sleeve. The bell was wrapped with strands of dark red silk thread - that was the blood that flowed when she broke her arm just now.
The bell swayed gently on the fingertips, making a crisp sound, which intertwined with the tinkling sound of the copper bells on the eaves.
"I finally have a chance to avenge today's humiliation!" She said gritting her teeth, her eyes fixed on the direction of the Demon Tower that was looming in the heavy rain outside the palace.
The severe pain in her broken arm seemed to have turned into pleasure at this moment. She seemed to have seen the scene of Ling Xiao being besieged by the masters of the Demon Tower. The bronze bell hanging around her waist suddenly shook violently, making a harsh sound, as if responding to her hatred.
Yu Zhengqi stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. The mutton-fat jade token with the Chinese character "正" hanging from his waist shone coldly under the candlelight. He stroked the cracks on the edge of the jade with his fingertips. Thunder suddenly roared outside the hall, shaking the window frames, and raindrops splashed on the window frames into tiny pieces of blood-colored glass.
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On the other side, Chongtian had already brought Lingxiao, who looked a little tired, slowly through the winding path and finally returned to the gloomy and solemn magic building.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the sparse clouds, dappled on them, adding a touch of golden color to the return journey, but it could not conceal the heavy aura that the two men exuded after experiencing life and death.
In the bamboo forest, the breeze blew gently, and the bamboo leaves rustled, as if whispering unknown secrets. Chongtian stopped and looked deeply at Lingxiao who was silent beside him. In his eyes that had experienced countless hardships, there was a trace of indescribable helplessness and emotion.
He sighed softly, his voice trembling with an imperceptible tremor. "You know, if it weren't for that little girl's wit and her ability to make the right choice at the critical moment, neither you nor I would have been able to come back this time. There were so many masters in the Righteousness Hall, and we almost had a narrow escape from death."
Ling Xiao lowered his head, his long hair covering half of his face, his eyes flickered in the shadows, as if he was thinking about something.
Although he did not completely agree with Chongtian's statement deep down in his heart, after all, he had his own pride and strength. If it really came to a life-and-death fight, he was confident that he could uproot Zhengqitang with his own strength.
But behind this confidence, he also had a clear understanding of the risks. He knew that real battles were often more cruel than imagined, and if he was not careful, he might fall into an irretrievable situation, or even perish together with the enemy. Therefore, he chose to remain silent and did not refute Chongtian's words.
What's more, Ling Xiao still had some unknown secrets in his heart, which he was unwilling to reveal even to Chongtian. These secrets were like heavy shackles, making it even more difficult for him to speak when facing Chongtian.
He knew that once these secrets were revealed, it would not only bring him endless troubles, but also implicate innocent people. Therefore, he chose to bury these secrets deep in his heart and bear the loneliness and pressure alone.
The wind in the bamboo forest seemed to be gentler, as if it was praying silently for them, hoping that they could safely survive every crisis and continue to move forward on their respective paths.
Seeing Ling Xiao pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, Chongtian sighed helplessly, with a bit of vicissitudes and worry in his voice: "Junior brother, this Zhaixing Tower is not a simple corner of the martial arts world. It is full of undercurrents and dangers. Before you do anything, you must think twice and carefully consider the possible consequences. Do you understand?"
His eyes were full of depth, as if telling of the lessons and experiences of the past.
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao nodded slightly with a firm look on his face: "Understood!" Although his voice was soft, it revealed his unquestionable determination.
However, Chongtian did not show any relief. Instead, he shook his head slightly and raised a bitter smile: "You understand nothing. The world is treacherous and people's hearts are hard to predict. Your understanding may just be the tip of the iceberg."
There was a hint of blame and a hint of pity in his tone, and his eyes were as sharp as torches as he glared at Ling Xiao fiercely. There was both blame and expectation in his eyes.
"During this period of time, you should stay in Zhaixing Tower and concentrate on your cultivation. Don't take another step out of this place easily."
Chongtian's tone became serious and earnest. "Although Zhengqitang will not openly attack you due to the face of the other major sects, there is no guarantee that they will not trip you up and do something dirty in secret. As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge an open attack but difficult to guard against an arrow from the dark. Such despicable means are common in the martial arts world, so you'd better be careful."
Having said this, Chongtian paused, his expression becoming more solemn:
"What's more, there are many young disciples in the Zhengqi Hall. They are just like you, full of blood and impulsive." (End of this chapter)












