novelzi Chapter 234 141. Go one's own way
Chapter 234 141. Go one's own way
Xu Yuan remained silent for a long time.
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"If I had told you, would you have believed me?"
At this moment, Jing Lixue's pale face looked extraordinarily delicate. Her lips were slightly pursed, as if bearing a hint of sarcastic curve.
Xu Yuan: "..."
He knew that what Jing Lixue said was right.
No matter what, with her unfathomable scheming mind, how could he ever trust her words?
Not to mention before, even now, he was somewhat dubious about the words of Jing Lixue.
"Alright, let's stop the idle talk there, cough cough, the matter is... still unresolved."
Jing Lixue coughed violently, unable to stop the fresh blood from spilling from the corner of her mouth.
"Are you going to die?"
Xu Yuan looked at her almost bloodless pale face, feeling an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.
"Not so severe."
Jing Lixue shook her head: "Though the Wedding Dress life pattern is extraordinarily domineering, with the Book of Fate in hand, I can change my Fate against heaven. Besides, all I've done was to gain your favor and for us to be together openly in the future. If I were dead, what would be the point? Wouldn't I just be benefiting others?"
While speaking, she continued to cough out blood uncontrollably.
"What a touching love story."
The elder with gray hair from the Confucian-Mo Pavilion spoke sharply, his face as frosty as ice: "It's just a pity..."
"I do not agree."
What?!
Upon hearing these words, everyone present changed their expressions.
Mu Qianyan couldn't help but step forward a little.
There are differences even within the realm of Primordial Spirit, and the gaps can be immense. For instance, White Ink, who was previously suppressed by Xu Yuan using the Four Divine Beasts Formation, was just in the early stages of the Primordial Spirit, and his strength was among the weakest of that group.@@@@
The veins on the patriarch of Confucian-Mo Pavilion's forehead throbbed.
"You disagree?"
Jing Lixue coughed a few times, drawing everyone's attention back to her, and said, "But do you think your word counts? Don't forget, Xu Yuan is now connected to the fate of the human race. If you move against him, it would be like dooming the entire human race's future."
"Fate? The future?"
The patriarch of Confucian-Mo Pavilion scoffed: "Leaving aside the fact that this talk of fate is vague and illusory, even if it were true, so what? Our human race has many strong individuals and has been powerful for so long, do we really need some so-called fate to sustain it?"
"..."
Jing Lixue fell into a slight silence.
"A Heavenly Demon is a Heavenly Demon, and there's no way it can become a Divine Emperor."
The patriarch of Confucian-Mo Pavilion spoke expressionlessly: "Although I don't know how you managed to cleanse him of his Demonic Qi, just because you cleanse the Demonic Qi does not mean he is no longer a Heavenly Demon. A rotten orange remains a rotten orange and will not change."
"Then, the price... are you truly prepared for it?"
Jing Lixue appeared unexpectedly taken aback by his words, biting her silver teeth, her already pale face turning even more deathly white.
"Of course, the other eight sects... would likely share the same view," the patriarch of Confucian-Mo Pavilion said slowly.
"I disagree."
Mu Qianyan's cool voice carried over with the warm breeze.
"The hunt for Outer Domain Demons is only to maintain world stability, as the presence of Demonic Qi disrupts the world's natural laws. Now, the Demonic Qi is gone."
Her smooth voice surprised even Lan Mei, who knew her well.
"Therefore, I disagree."
"Is this the view of the Heavenly Dao Sect?"
The patriarch of Confucian-Mo Pavilion narrowed his eyes: "If this Outer Domain Demon destroys the world in the future, can you assume that responsibility?"
"Why not."
Lin Qingque broke free of her restraints and shouted, "Old geezer! Don't think that being a Return to Void cultivator is so impressive. If you dare to speak ill of my senior brother again, be careful, or I might..."
Mu Qianyan lowered her eyelids, casually reinforcing the restraints, making Lin Qingque, who had interrupted her thoughts, shut her mouth once more.
The patriarch of Confucian-Mo Pavilion's face grew increasingly unsightly.