Chapter 66

Chapter 66 The cold wind blew through the valley, and the sword aura continuously shuttled through the valley. Song Wei Zhi and Wei Zhao had to protect themselves with their spiritual power in order to move through the gorge. "Master, why are we here?" Even though Wei Zhao didn't know what Song Wei Zhi wanted to do, he followed her and leaped down with her. "We are here to retrieve something for Xia Xia." As Song Wei Zhi mentioned her little niece, there was a rare gentleness in her eyes. As there was a shard of soul in her own primordial spirit, Song Wei Zhi could sense the soul fragments here. She quickly located the position of the soul fragments, which were placed at the center of the valley, where the sword aura was the most intense. They were currently standing at the outer edge of the valley. The sword aura here was already very harsh, and the walls of the valley had been eroded by the sword aura over the years, creating a rugged and uneven terrain. Song Wei Zhi instructed Wei Zhao to wait for her here and went alone with the demon sword towards the center of the valley. As she progressed towards the center, the sword aura grew stronger. It was no wonder the system hadn't informed her earlier. Even if she had known, with her previous cultivation, she would have been cut into pieces before reaching the center of the valley. Without dwelling on the thought, Song Wei Zhi hastened her steps towards the center. She bypassed the swords inserted in the valley and finally arrived at the center, only to find that Xia Xia's soul fragments had not been found. Instead, she saw a person chained to a round platform. The person's body was covered with scabbed wounds and fresh bleeding wounds, and the collarbone was pierced through by an iron chain, exposing two deep, dark holes. The person seemed to be a woman. Song Wei Zhi approached and leaned in to check the person's breathing. The person still had a faint breath, but it was extremely weak. Who would be detained in such a place? Song Wei Zhi did not know, but she always felt that the person, just like herself, had been kept in such a harsh environment and was likely a good person. Song Wei Zhi was also unsure. She took out some spiritual medicine from her storage bag and fed it to the person, then used her spiritual power to protect the person from the thousands of sword auras. Afterwards, she injected some spiritual power into the person's body, and the person showed signs of slowly regaining consciousness. The person did not open her eyes and, with a pale face, said, "Zhou Ye Ran, if you want to kill me, just do it quickly. There's no need to torture me like this. But even if you don't kill me, my end is near. I can't hold on much longer. Finally, I'll be free." "I'm not Zhou Ye Ran," Song Wei Zhi explained as the woman finally turned her head and opened her eyes. The woman had a cold complexion, and even her pale face could not conceal her natural beauty. She seemed surprised that someone had come to such a place and, enduring the pain, reminded, "My girl, this sword tomb is not a good place. Leave quickly before your spiritual power is exhausted." "Thank you for the reminder. I came here to find something. Why is the senior here?" Song Wei Zhi asked. "Well, it's my own fault for not recognizing the right person. Are you a demon cultivator?" The woman asked as she noticed the black aura emanating from the sword Song Wei Zhi was holding. "Not exactly, but it's not important whether I am or not. There are kind-hearted demon cultivators, and there are hypocrites among the righteous sects. As long as one lives openly and honestly, does it matter whether one is a demon cultivator?" "Indeed, I am too narrow-minded. Miss, I, as a dying person, have a request. Can you give me a quick death? I have been suffering from the sword aura in this tomb for years, barely clinging to life with the medicine provided by that beast Zhou Ye Ran. He does not want me to die so easily, preferring me to endure the torture of a thousand cuts and arrows through the heart every day in this valley. If you can kill me, you'll be doing me a great favor. My life has been too exhausting." The woman's voice sounded weary. "Zhou Ye Ran is indeed not a good person, but I cannot bring myself to kill you as per your request. Perhaps the situation has not reached such an extreme yet. Maybe there is still some hope?" urged Song Wei Zhi. "What hope do I have? Miss, to be honest, my three souls and seven spirits have been severely injured in this tomb for years. Many of them have already dispersed. Now, I am left with just one spirit and one soul barely supporting me. It won't be long before I scatter to the wind. Death is just a matter of a day earlier or later for me, there's no difference." Song Wei Zhi knew that the woman was speaking the truth. She had only a few days left to live. "You must have someone you want to see, right? We can think of a way. I'll save you, and there will be a way for you to see them," Song Wei Zhi said. When the woman mentioned the person she wanted to see, tears seemed to glisten in the corners of her eyes. After a while, she spoke again, "How can I face her? I just want to take a brief look at her secretly, then I can depart with ease. However, it will probably trouble you, Miss." Seeing her desire to live, Song Wei Zhi immediately smiled and said, "How is that any trouble? It's just that the wound on your scapula is quite deep. It might hurt a bit when I remove the object," she added with a thoughtful tone. "You just do as you please. I've been enduring the agony of a thousand arrows piercing my heart every day. I don't feel pain anymore." In her heart, Song Wei Zhi felt a pang of compassion. This woman had been imprisoned in such a hellish place for nearly twenty years. Zhou Ye Ran was indeed a complete madman. Song Wei Zhi raised the demon sword and severed the iron chains surrounding the woman one by one. Upon reaching the wound on her scapula, Song Wei Zhi intentionally used her spiritual power to protect the injured area, and then used the demon sword to split the wound open and remove the embedded chains, but the woman did not even let out a whimper. Wei Zhao, seeing that Song Wei Zhi had not come out for a long time, became extremely anxious. He used his own spiritual power and hurried into the center of the valley to see what was happening. Seeing that Wei Zhao had arrived, Song Wei Zhi handed the woman over to Wei Zhao to carry. Wei Zhao was still a little confused and asked, "Who is this?" "She's also a victim of Zhou Ye Ran. Use your spiritual power to protect her and go up with her. The sword aura here is too strong. Wait for me upstairs," Song Wei Zhi gave a brief instruction. After the two left, Song Wei Zhi circled around the round platform. She sensed that the soul fragment should be in the platform. Without hesitation, she raised the demon sword, charged it with spiritual power, and struck the platform. The round platform was shattered, and a golden light was visible beneath a crevice. Delighted that she had found another soul fragment for the little girl, Song Wei Zhi collected the fragment into her own primordial spirit before leaving on her flying sword. The woman's injuries were quite severe, so Song Wei Zhi instructed Wei Zhao to buy some medicine to treat external wounds, while she used her spiritual power to change the woman into clean clothes. Then, she carried the woman to the inn. However, when Song Wei Zhi and the woman entered the inn, a red-clothed woman emitting black aura appeared from behind a distant tree. It was indeed Song Zhi Xia. Song Zhi Xia's expression was somewhat dim. She knew that her senior sister was kind to her and would not develop feelings for someone else in such a short time, but seeing her senior sister carrying another woman on her back, Song Zhi Xia's heart still felt a pang of sadness. Moreover, she now looked like a fallen demon cultivator. How could she face her senior sister? After a few moments, Song Zhi Xia disappeared behind the big tree. Song Wei Zhi fed the woman a few more pills, and Wei Zhao brought back the medicine for external wounds. Song Wei Zhi applied the medicine to the woman's injuries and stopped the bleeding from her shoulder before letting her rest. Once the woman had regained some energy, Song Wei Zhi planned to take her to see the person she wanted to meet. During this time, Song Wei Zhi once again appeared at the Cold Mountain Sword Sect. She planned to catch up with Li Qing Yuan while she had the chance. After all, the matter of her limbs being broken by him still needed to be settled. Not holding back, Song Wei Zhi shattered the door of Li Qing Yuan's room with a palm. From inside came Li Qing Yuan's displeased voice, "Who dares to be so rude?" With a cold laugh, Song Wei Zhi entered Li Qing Yuan's room and found a chair to sit on. "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?" Li Qing Yuan emerged, completely petrified. He had heard the chaotic voices of the disciples outside, but he did not pay it any mind. "You, you, weren't you already dead that day?" "Yes, I shouldn't have died. While I'm still breathing, you're all living peacefully. How could I leave so quickly?" Song Wei Zhi said as she slammed her palm toward Li Qing Yuan. He tried to block, but with the enormous difference in their strengths, it was like trying to block a mountain with a straw. Li Qing Yuan was thrown to the ground, several of his meridians already shattered. Song Wei Zhi knocked her demon sword against the ground and asked softly, "How did you torture me back then? It seemed like you broke all the bones in my body. Well, rest assured, I will definitely return the favor tenfold and a hundredfold." Li Qing Yuan was drenched in sweat, even shedding tears, "Senior sister Song, I beg you to spare me. I did it unwillingly. It was Zhou Ye Ran who forced me to do it. Spare me, Senior sister Song, I'll do anything for you." "Do anything for me? Are you even worthy?" With a few light taps in the air, a crisp cracking sound emanated from Li Qing Yuan's body. It was as if every bone in his body was slowly being crushed, and in reality, that was exactly what was happening. Li Qing Yuan's room was filled with his screams and the sound of bones breaking. When disciples heard the commotion and rushed to check, they immediately turned and ran for fear of being caught by Song Wei Zhi. "Save me, save me," Li Qing Yuan shouted desperately. "Noisy." After shattering Li Qing Yuan's bones, Song Wei Zhi went on to sever his tendons. However, Li Qing Yuan could not endure the torture and fainted. "Useless, can't handle it?" Song Wei Zhi snorted and had her demon sword absorb Li Qing Yuan's three souls and seven spirits. In a few moments, Li Qing Yuan turned into ashes. Author's Note: Thank you to the little angels who voted for the novel or provided nurturing liquid from 20:18:38 on 2021-06-13 to 12:08:32 on 2021-06-14~ Thank you for providing nurturing liquid: Meat Sauce Huo Xini, 1 bottle.