Chapter 14380 We will never hurt her

Chapter 14380 We will never hurt her
Ling Xiao slightly raised his head, calmly looking into the distance, and slowly said:

"This move is called 'Blood Calamity True Demon Transformation'."

As for its origin, it was something I created when I was in a very humble situation, based on my own insights and understanding.

The voice was soft and calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world.

His mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't speak for a moment; his face was filled with disbelief.

"Self-created...self-made?"

"Are you...are you sure?!"

He simply couldn't believe that such an astonishing and awe-inspiring skill was created by this young man who didn't look very old.

In his mind, such a divine skill should be inherited from a powerful ancient sect, or be the culmination of the life's work of a peerless master. How could it be created by a young man on his own?
It's like a toddler who has just learned to walk suddenly claiming that he can build a spaceship—it seems absurd.

Ling Xiao looked serious, his expression revealing an undeniable certainty, and his tone carried the pride unique to demonic cultivators, as if this were the most praiseworthy achievement in the world.

At the same time, there was a hint of cunning hidden in his words, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, making him unfathomable.

He straightened his posture, looked intently at the other person, and slowly said:
"nature!"

This sword technique was indeed created when I was nine years old, on a brutal battlefield where monsters were fighting, teetering on the edge of life and death, and I gained some insights from that experience.

Although our actions may be considered evil by the world, we, as demonic cultivators, are sincere in our commitment to promises and truth. How could we speak recklessly?

The middle-aged man continued to stare intently at Ling Xiao, his gaze like two sharp swords, trying to pierce through Ling Xiao's heart and find even the slightest flaw on his face.

His brow furrowed deeply, his face filled with doubt and confusion, and he pressed on again:

"Are you really sure you created this yourself?!"

In his mind, such exquisite and powerful swordsmanship could not possibly have been created by a young man on his own.

There might be some unknown secret behind this, or perhaps Ling Xiao is deliberately exaggerating.

He still couldn't accept this fact, just as he couldn't accept that a destructive meteorite would suddenly fall from the calm sky before him.

Ling Xiao waved his hand, the movement crisp and clean, as if dispelling a troublesome dark cloud.

He stopped dwelling on the topic, because for him, the origin of the sword technique was not important; what mattered was the matter at hand.

His expression turned serious again, like a block of cold steel, his eyes revealing an undeniable determination:

"Discussing this is pointless."

"The important thing is, you lost."

"Now, it's your turn to keep your promise and tell me her whereabouts."

Lost!

Upon hearing those two words, the middle-aged man's face immediately darkened, like the sky before a storm, filled with dark clouds.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but an invisible force blocked his throat.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in a deep, suppressed voice, as if it came from the depths of an abyss:

“Young man, you... you shouldn’t have come looking for her.”

Ling Xiao's eyes instantly turned cold, like two icy blades, and a murderous intent emanated from his body. That murderous intent was like a tangible chill, making the surrounding air cold.

He took a step forward, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly because of his murderous intent.

He said coldly:

"how?"

"A powerful figure like yourself, do you intend to go back on your word and profit from it?"

"If that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite."

The middle-aged man shook his head, a gesture that conveyed helplessness and exhaustion, like a traveler burdened with too many responsibilities.

He sighed, the sigh echoing in the air, carrying endless worry:
It's not that I can't afford to lose.

"But... young man, tell me the truth first, who exactly is she to you?"

"Why are you so determined to find her, even at the cost of making an enemy of a powerful figure like me?"

Ling Xiao spoke without hesitation, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the air:

"She's my sister!"

"Although we are not blood relatives, in my heart, she is more than a blood relative!"

"For her, I can stand against the whole world, so why would I stand against you?"

"younger sister!"

When Ling Xiao uttered those two words firmly, his voice seemed to carry a burning heat, brimming with boundless emotion.

Upon hearing this answer, the middle-aged man gave Ling Xiao a deep look, his gaze extremely complex, like a deep pool, intertwined with doubt, scrutiny, and a hint of barely perceptible approval.

His gaze slowly lingered on Ling Xiao's face, as if trying to see through his youthful appearance to the depths of his heart.

After a long silence, the air around them seemed to freeze, so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

He seemed to have made a decision; his tense body relaxed slightly, and he spoke slowly, his voice low and solemn:
"Since you are the brother she acknowledges, then... I can tell you some things I can say."

“We took her away not out of malice, and we will not harm her in the slightest.”

Ling Xiao's eyes widened instantly, filled with urgency and worry. He leaned forward, impatiently pressing for an answer, his voice urgent as if he were an ant on a hot pan:
"Then why did you take her away?"

"Where is she now?"

"Where exactly are you taking her?"

A barrage of questions shot out of his mouth like cannonballs, each one filled with his concern for his sister.

The middle-aged man shook his head again, his gesture carrying an undeniable resolve. He frowned slightly and said:
"I apologize that I cannot disclose the specific reasons, as they are of great importance."

"The interests and forces involved are complex and intertwined. If this is leaked, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"All you need to know is that we are protecting her!"

"Everything we do is for her safety."

"Protect her?"

Ling Xiao frowned, and several deep wrinkles gradually appeared on his forehead. His doubts deepened, becoming as tangled as a tangled mess.

His eyes were full of doubt as he asked loudly:

"What do you mean?"

"What danger is she in that she needs to be 'protected' in this way?"

"If it was truly for protection, why didn't you tell me openly and honestly, instead of sneaking her away?"

The middle-aged man remained silent, only lowering his head slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he raised his head and said with a firm gaze:

"This is none of your business right now, and knowing too much won't do you any good."

"There are some things that you simply cannot handle with your current strength and experience."

"Just believe us that we would never hurt her."