I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 521 - 219: The Extreme of Saber, Pure Origin! (Requesting Monthly Votes)_4
Chapter 521: Chapter 219: The Extreme of Saber, Pure Origin! (Requesting Monthly Votes)_4
"What are you doing?"
Wang Yang’s lips curled into a bizarre smile. With one hand forming a seal, a layer of gray appeared over his black pupils, making his face resemble a zombie crawling out of the Underworld.
"Of course, I’m here to take you to the Blissful Pure Land!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two dim, ashen beams shot straight into Wang Yang’s right eye.
"Ah!!"
In an instant, Wang Yang felt a sharp pain in his eyes, forcing him to hunch over and cover them with his hands.
Soon after, even more intense pain erupted from his brain, gradually spreading throughout his entire body.
It felt as though even his skin and hair were in agony, causing Wang Yang to curl up on the ground, wailing incessantly.
Meanwhile, Lu Fang watched this scene with apparent enjoyment, a strange smile playing on his lips as he clicked his tongue:
"Every time I witness such a scene, I feel utterly satisfied."
Just like when he experienced it himself, it was both painful and exhilarating!
No one knew how much time had passed when Wang Yang’s contorted body suddenly stilled.
Only his disheveled scholar robe and the sweat on his body bore witness to the torment he had endured.
"Get up, I don’t have time to waste on you," Lu Fang commanded coldly.
"Yes!"
Wang Yang’s body shuddered, and as if an invisible force supported him, he stood up straight and bowed:
"Wang Yang at your command, my lord!"
In an unnoticed corner, a complex "eagle" character flickered subtly in his right eye...
...
A silent night passed.
At dawn, a wisp of purple aura rose from the east, gradually illuminating the Kyoto Prefecture.
Though faint, the purple hue still penetrated every crevice.
Even in the central hall of the Marquis Mansion, a thread of purple aura entered through the window, falling upon the Spring Rain Sword.
Chime!
The Spring Rain Sword quivered slightly, releasing a brief and sharp low-pitched sword hum.
Instantly, an intangible blend of silver and purple aura darted out the window, drifting away with the spring breeze.
Chen Yi felt it, opening his eyes as his gaze seemed to pierce through barriers, landing on the Spring Rain Sword.
Since he left yesterday, the Spring Rain Sword had been subtly recording everything in the Zhou Residence.
The clamor and fear of many guests, the despondence of the Old Marquis, and the comforting words of Chen Ke.
But what concerned Chen Yi the most was—the young Daoist who appeared beside Chen Yuan last night! freewёbnoνel.com
Although the Spring Rain Sword recorded only the surrounding sounds, he still recalled seeing the prodigy from the Yuhua Immortal Sect yesterday!
"Lu Fang, ’Extremely Pure Heaven’... I’ve found you!"
Named "Heaven," Chen Yi deduced that the "Extremely Pure Heaven" the young Daoist mentioned must be from Taizhou Mountain.
Perhaps like his own "Xun Forgetful Heaven," it is another domain on Taizhou Mountain.
However, unlike the few rules of "Xun Forgetful Heaven," the "Extremely Pure Heaven" spoken by the young Daoist had clear hierarchical divisions.
Ranks of "General," "Colonel," "Captain," "Soldier," and "Private."
Moreover, "Extremely Pure Heaven" had specific requirements.
Besides the innate talent requirements similar to "Xun Forgetful Heaven," there were the terms "Extreme and Pure."
"The Extreme of Saber, pure lineage!"
Chen Yi’s gaze turned cold, as these two restrictions revealed the dire nature of "Extremely Pure Heaven."
Particularly, the way the young Daoist spoke bore some resemblance to someone from his memories.
Not the Chen Yuan controlled by the Absolute Blade, but the "Mad Old Man" Feng Shan who abducted him as a child!
The same mood swings, the same madness, as if devoid of self-awareness, acting purely on whims!
But upon closer reflection, the young Daoist’s condition was much better than that of the Mad Old Man...
At this moment, a soft movement in his arms brought Chen Yi back to his senses. He looked down.
Lin Xueru’s bright eyes were filled with shyness as she buried her head into his chest bashfully:
"Good morning, Brother Yi."
