Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 155: Blood Killing Heavenly Candidate Saintess
Long Fengyang paced back and forth for a moment, then hesitated slightly before proposing, "Tianyu, in two days, it will be the sixteenth birthday of the Dark Demon Dragon Lineage’s Yunfan Saint Son. He has always been quite fond of you. You should go over and... learn from him."
Long Tianyu’s body trembled slightly. She snapped her head up, her gaze fixed on Long Fengyang with a strange look in her eyes.
"My condition has become increasingly unstable. After my clone became fully independent, it has now started to fight back against me, and its assault is ferocious."
Long Fengyang sighed softly and continued, "If I can successfully fuse with the clone, then everything will be fine, and I, your father, can still shelter you from the storm. But if I fail... once I fail, and that Ye Fengyang returns to dominate my will..."
Long Fengyang didn’t continue.
But Long Tianyu knew the consequences would be terrifying.
"Father, if something really happens, Long Yunfan won’t be able to accomplish anything significant. Those who place their hopes in others are destined to be failures,"
Long Tianyu said after a slight hesitation.
Long Fengyang scoffed. "Then should I place my hopes in you? Your performance has always been quite satisfactory, making me proud. But this time? Your bloodline is so depleted, and you even forced a breakthrough in your Realm—all just to compete with that Long Tianxiao and forcefully suppress him? You did this to yourself?"
Long Tianyu stared quietly at Long Fengyang. She suddenly felt that this father of hers was something of a stranger.
But she offered no explanation.
She wouldn’t say a single word about her brother.
"You disappoint me greatly! You’re almost fourteen, yet you still act without any sense of priority. You don’t know what’s worth doing and what isn’t—was it worth it to suppress Long Tianxiao, even killing him at any cost, only to leave yourself in such a wretched state? Was it worth it?"
Long Fengyang added coldly.
Long Tianyu pressed her lips together lightly, not answering.
"It’s decided, then. In the next two days, you will get your condition back in order."
Long Fengyang was no longer hesitant.
"I’m not going."
Long Tianyu said stubbornly.
"You won’t even listen to your own father? Do you have any idea how much I paid to give you six months to recover? The Ancestral Dragon Abyss is a vicious place, but it’s also a land of opportunity. It’s not so easy to get into!"
Long Fengyang’s expression turned ugly.
Long Tianyu sighed and said softly, "I listen to your words, Father. But this time, I cannot obey. I am not dead yet; I will take responsibility for my own actions. I know you have paid a great price, and I know that my ability to recover a sliver of my Dragon Soul and even survive this ordeal was the result of your efforts with your Supreme Dragon Soul Power. I will remember this."
Long Fengyang said, "You remember, yet you’re still so obstinate? Once you have power, what else matters? There’s no shortage of extraordinary women around Long Yunfan. You shouldn’t throw away this opportunity."
Long Tianyu shook her head, her gaze growing even more determined. "Father, let’s talk about everything in six months. At that time, either I will once again become your pride, or I will give up on myself and become Qianying’s Void Body, allowing Qianying’s Talent to undergo a further transformation.
"The resources the Cyan Dragon Lineage has invested in my Talent, and all the hardships you have endured for me, Father—I will repay it all in full. I will not be in your debt."
Hearing this, Long Fengyang’s expression grew even uglier.
Long Tianyu’s voice also grew cold. "Father, I am in a very poor state and must focus completely on my seclusion. Life and death will depend on my fortune this time. Father, I take my leave. I will leave behind a Projection Stone later, recording all the information I have investigated over the years, and will effectively hand over my ongoing missions to Tianmo."
After she finished speaking, Long Tianyu paid no more mind to Long Fengyang’s attitude, turned directly, and departed.
"So stubborn, just like your wretched mother! You simply don’t know what’s good for you, wasting such incredible Talent!"
Long Fengyang sneered coldly.
Long Tianyu’s back trembled slightly, but she said nothing, her figure disappearing further into the depths of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.
Long Fengyang watched Long Tianyu depart, his sword-like brows knitting together as he muttered to himself, ’What exactly happened? Who killed Long Tianxiao? Could it be that she’s taken a liking to some powerful Divine Child? But who is it? She won’t mention them at all.’
Long Fengyang’s expression was complex. He clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth, his face a mixture of light and shadow.
’That sword strike... it possessed the incredibly profound Dao rhythm of the ’Blood-Colored Crescent Moon.’ A single slash carved a massive scar across a region nearly a thousand li wide, a thousand meters deep, and a thousand li long...’
’Within it were also traces of the auras of the Supreme Dao, Destruction, and Silent Extinction, enough to make one’s very soul recoil in fear.’
’Fine, don’t tell me then. I’ll give you six months to prove yourself!’
Mulling this over, Long Fengyang’s figure also quickly departed.
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「The Outskirts of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range.」
After Ye Tianling sensed the aura of an assassin from Blood Killing Heaven, it was clear the other party had also sensed his.
Ye Tianling was inwardly alarmed but remained outwardly composed, carefully trying to pass through the area without using any special Abilities.
BUZZ—
Suddenly, a beam of slaughtering light manifested a Lion Sword Spirit. Like a fierce, murderous soul, it shot forward in a vicious assassination attempt.
Ye Tianling’s figure flashed. He executed the Kunpeng Carefree Travel Body Technique to evade the strike. At the same time, he brandished the Spirit Sword gifted to him by Long Tianyu, pointing it directly at the assassin hiding in the shadows of an ancient tree. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"Do we have a grudge?"
A vicious light flashed in Ye Tianling’s eyes. At the same time, he largely understood the reason for this attack.
Someone had hired an assassin to kill him.
’But how did they know that I, in my Dugu Qiubai disguise, am actually Ye Tianling?’
A blood-red figure slowly manifested from the interplay of light and shadow beneath the dark, ancient tree.
It was a woman in blood-red sword robes with a rather captivating figure.
She made no effort to hide her appearance. A layer of bloody light bathed her body, making her look demonic yet fierce, beautiful yet intimidating.
"No grudge."
The woman responded coolly, her eyes cold as she looked at Ye Tianling as if he were already a dead man.
"No grudge, but you go straight for the kill? I don’t want to fight. I’d advise you to behave yourself. Don’t go looking for trouble, asking for pain, or courting death!"
Ye Tianling’s tone was icy.
With a wave of his hand, the Profound Ice Cold Iron Rod appeared in his grip.
The woman’s expression didn’t change in the slightest; as always, she regarded all living things as mere ants.
Ye Tianling instantly understood that she hadn’t recognized his identity from this signature weapon, the Profound Ice Cold Iron Rod.
"I am here to kill the Great Demon Ye Tianling, but his movements are difficult to predict. Therefore, all Cultivators who pass through here must die. You can only blame yourself. Heaven has a path, but you chose not to walk it; Hell has no gate, yet you came barging in."
As the woman spoke, she waved her fair hand. Beneath a bloody glow, a vicious longsword with a blood-colored notch in its blade manifested.
Ye Tianling activated his Soul Talent, and information about the woman instantly appeared before him.
"Xia Xinyan: Sword Void First Transformation Realm. Battle Power: Breaking Five. One of Blood Killing Heaven’s Candidate Saintesses."
When this information appeared, Ye Tianling couldn’t help but feel his heart pound in alarm.
