Chapter 235: Considering from Another Perspective
What do people think about before they die?
Feng Wangyan had a terrifying look on his face and with his last bit of strength, he tightly grabbed Mu Xiaoxiao's hand. "Run! Run fast!"
Mu Xiaoxiao was completely scared and hastily pulled Feng Wangyan, crying as she ran out like a bird. She kept murmuring, "I'm sorry, little phoenix, I'm so sorry..."
Immediately, several hidden disciples, gritting their teeth and cursing, surrounded them.
There was no mercy in their martial arts skills anymore.
She had to take the little phoenix out. Mu Xiaoxiao raised her trembling hand, holding the Fei Hong sword tightly, tears streaming down her face.
She didn't mean to, but she had to save the little phoenix, even if... even if it meant sacrificing these people for the little phoenix...
She had obtained the Fei Hong sword in the Sword Pavilion. It recognized her as its master at first sight. It was originally a deadly weapon, and now that Feng Wangyan had passed on all his cultivation to her, Mu Xiaoxiao had the ability to wield this Fei Hong sword.
"It's because of all of you forcing me." Mu Xiaoxiao tightly gripped the sword in her hand, feeling lost and confused.
The sword in her hand hummed softly, as if in agreement.
"Great," sighed Mu Xiaoxiao with a bitter smile. "It's good to have Feihong by my side at a time like this."
As the name suggests, Feihong Sword emitted a dazzling light, like scattering petals and sharp sword energy.
Like a form of punishment.
Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat as she saw Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly raise the Feihong Sword. She exclaimed in alarm, "Run! Run quickly!"
She swiftly stepped forward, using her body as a shield!
But she was a step too slow, and the sword light descended. In an instant, the members of the dark faction screamed in agony, blood splattering everywhere.
Feeling the warmth of the blood upon her, Qiao Wan was momentarily stunned, her lips tightly sealed.
Under the horrified gaze of Mu Xiaoxiao, Qiao Wan silently moved her wrist, her palm closing together as layers of bone armor wrapped around it.
Then, she charged towards the pouring rain of swords, and with one swift motion, grabbed hold of the blade!
Mu Xiaoxiao was completely dumbfounded. She managed to hold onto the hilt tightly, barely avoiding being pulled away by the tremendous force.
The sword called Flying Red recognized her as its master and would naturally not be easily taken away by Qiao Wan.
"Qiao Wan?"
Qiao Wan remained silent.
She used to think that Mu Xiaoxiao lacked a sense of security, so she tried her best to act like a timid and soft person. That's why when Mu Xiaoxiao approached her for help and expressed her desire for freedom for the first time in Water Phoenix Sect, she helped her.
But now she understood that the impact caused by the "family of origin" is not easily erased. She needed to wake up.
The novel "Immortal Ascending Road" has a thrilling and touching plot, with the main characters risking everything, including the world and the lives of the people. Readers focused on the main characters and often overlooked the supporting characters or the innocent people affected.
From Mudstone Secret Realm to the destruction of the Cen Family, and from the destruction of the Cen Family to the current farce.
The weak have no right to speak up.
Taking a deep breath, Qiao Wan firmly held onto the sword in her hand.
Since she couldn't accept this way of doing things, she decided to break it with her sword, to speak up for them.
A strong feeling rose in her chest, and only a sword could dissipate it.
In the midst of this standoff, hundreds of sword lights suddenly fell from the sky.
As the sword lights descended, a man's sharp shout could be heard.
Seeing this scene as soon as he arrived, Ma Huaizhen was so angry that his nose almost twisted.
"Qiao Wan, are you crazy?! Step aside!"
Zhou Yan and Spiritual Master Xuan Zhong, who were following behind him, looked slightly alarmed.
Unable to help himself, he took a step forward, but was immediately pushed back by this bloody scene.
The girl, from head to toe, was covered in a handful of blood, drenched in it, with a chilling gaze.
As a loyal weapon that acknowledged its master, it awakened its consciousness and naturally fought to protect its master.
But Qiao Wan refused to let it resist! She firmly grasped the flying red sword, not letting go despite the intertwining sword lights.
The shining swords flew all over, cutting her arms, face, and chest. In an instant, she was turned into a bloody mess, especially her right hand holding the red flying sword, which was peeled like a potato. Layer by layer, the muscle tissues on her arm were cut open.
Facing someone who was not afraid to die, even the red flying sword was helpless.
Mu Xiaoxiao screamed in shock as Qiao Wan forcefully pulled the sword from her hand!!
As soon as the long sword entered her hand, Mu Xiaoxiao helplessly watched Qiao Wan snatch it away barehanded.
Snatched it away...
Even the elders who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years had never seen someone snatching a spirit sword barehanded like this.
Crack!!
The sword trembled twice, and its power disappeared.
Gone.
The master was gone.
The little phoenix was gone.
Even the red flying sword was gone.
Mu Xiaoxiao sorrowfully sat on the ground, catching a glimpse of Feng Wangyan lying on the ground, their fate unknown, and clenched her teeth.
She needed to take the little phoenix with her...
She still had the phoenix fire left by the little phoenix.
Trembling fingers stained with blood struggled to form a spell.
But before the spell could be completed, a broken blade suddenly shot through the air with tremendous force, piercing directly through her shoulder blade.
The impact sent Mu Xiaoxiao screaming in pain, taking a few steps back, and impaling her onto the gate of the Sword Pavilion with the flying red blade.
At the same time, another broken blade slashed towards Feng Wangyan on the ground.
Mu Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, screaming, "No!"
The sword sliced off the man's head.
The handsome head rolled on the ground, covered in blood.
Silence fell all around, and Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes widened in despair.
This was an absolute massacre.
The gap in cultivation and abilities between Mu Xiaoxiao and her elder martial sister was like heaven and earth.
The elder martial sister clearly had never experienced the harshness of the world, relying on her spirit sword and phoenix fire power to protect herself, but was effortlessly crushed into a mess.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qiao Wan approached Feng Wangyan and picked up the bloody head, holding it in her hand and handing it to Ma Huaizhen.
"Master."
"The sins of the secret sect and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have been punished."
"As for this..." Qiao Wan glanced at Mu Xiaoxiao, who was pinned to the gate of the Sword Pavilion, took a breath, paused, and said coldly, "She has also been captured."
As Ma Huaizhen held the heavy head, he saw the lifeless face of the man, and his brows furrowed visibly. He stared at the bloody figure in front of him for a while, let out a cold snort, and disdainfully tossed the head behind him.
In the silence, Mu Xiaoxiao, in intense pain, suddenly caught sight of a distant figure dressed in white.
"Mas... Master..."
As soon as Mu Xiaoxiao saw Zhou Yan, her eyes welled up with tears, and she cried out in distress.
"Master... Xiaoxiao is in so much pain."
"Master... Xiaoxiao made a mistake... Master, help Xiaoxiao..."
The young girl, like a helpless fledgling, dropped tears bewilderedly. Zhou Yan couldn't help but take a step forward, his normally cold heart involuntarily softening a bit. His throat rolled, unable to help but glance at Ma Huaizhen and Qiao Wan.
"Wan'er," he said in a hoarse voice.
Knowing that Zhou Yan's feelings for Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't be changed overnight, Qiao Wan wasn't surprised. After a moment of silence, she pointed her finger.
She was pointing at the disciples of Jian Ge who had been burned to charcoal by the Phoenix Fire, and the undercover disciples who had been cut to pieces by Fei Hong.
A group of mutilated bodies, pointing at another group of mutilated bodies behind them.
This scene left everyone speechless.
Qiao Wan's voice echoed clearly in the surroundings.
"The spiritual master is here to plead for Taoist Friend Mu. Who will plead for them?"
"They never did anything wrong from beginning to end. Is it fair that they become victims of other people's conflicts just because they were diligent in their duties?"
"Does human life really have varying degrees of worth?" Qiao Wan's voice was hoarse after being scorched by phoenix fire. "They are all someone's children, siblings, disciples, and loved ones."
"Just because they harmed a single hair on their loved one, are they deserving of dragging innocent people down with them?"
These series of questions, although spoken softly, had a resounding impact.
Upon hearing them, Ma Huaizhen couldn't help but silently exclaim, then he turned expressionless towards Mu Xiaoxiao. The empty sleeve fluttered in the cold wind.
No one understood the importance of a life better than him, who had fought on the northern battlefield.
"Master... I just..." Tears welled up in Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes. "I just wanted to save the little phoenix. It was the little phoenix who saved me underneath the Broken Bone Deep Abyss. Without the little phoenix, Xiaoxiao wouldn't have been able to return to Kunshan."
"Does it hurt?" Ma Huaizhen sneered, his eyes filled with a chilling gaze. "Don't my disciples feel any pain? Can my disciples who were swallowed by spiders still cry out in pain?"
Yuan Liu, still clutching his shoulder, didn't have time to tend to his own injuries and was slightly stunned.
The hall master rarely got angry, but this time, he was truly furious.
"If you can withstand this pain..."
He started speaking with the first sentence.
With a swift motion of his hand, his spiritual energy transformed into waves of dazzling blades, slashing towards Mu Xiaoxiao.
No one dared to make a sound.
This was the hall master of Wenshi Hall, and this time, the losses of the shadow disciples were the most severe. Wenshi Hall was the biggest victim.
Even though it wasn't a real sword, just the transformation of spiritual energy, if Ma Huaizhen really managed to kill Mu Xiaoxiao here, no one would dare to stop him.
Having lived for so long, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't bear this kind of pain. She immediately cried out, desperately squirming her body to evade the densely packed spiritual blades that were like a spider's web.
But she was firmly pinned to the gate, and the more she moved, the more blood flowed from her shoulder.
"Master... Master!!" cried Mu Xiaoxiao with a high-pitched voice, her previously delicate and gentle demeanor instantly disappeared as tears streamed down her face.
But the hidden disciple who was previously injured by the Flying Crimson Sword only let out a miserable scream before silently standing in place, silently watching.
Treating others as they treated you is a simple principle, after all, in this world, there is no way to truly understand another person's pain until it happens to oneself.
Witnessing Mu Xiaoxiao's tearful sobbing, Ma Huaizhen's eyes filled with a glint of coldness as he raised his hand again. This time, it was the transformed spiritual phoenix fire.
The dark eyes reflected the blazing flames and the distorted figure within the fire. The man coldly uttered the second sentence, saying, "I will release you immediately."
After the fire burned out, Spiritual Master Xuan Zhong let out a sigh and then reached out to pull out the broken blade.
Mu Xiaoxiao slipped down from the gate, twitched twice, and fell down on the ground, looking up at the sky. Her whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
This is not a real fight.
Spiritual Master Xuan Zhong frowned.
Although the pain is the same, she couldn't even endure this fake one, let alone the real harm it would cause to others.
