Chapter 20

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In the Clouds (2)

Huai Bai walked to the door and bumped into someone.

The woman came from the rainy night, in black clothes and black hat, and blended with the night. Only the eyes of the double autumn wave were revealed.

Huai Bai was stunned, and stood on the spot, with a strange expression on her face.

The visitor took off the veil and held it in her hand, revealing a pale face, like a ghost reflecting light.

Pei Yu was nestled in Huai Bai’s arms, unable to see her face, but she felt her body shake first, and then relax again, seemingly relieved.

“So it’s you.” Huai Bai breathed a sigh of relief, patted the child on the back, and asked: “You want to stop me?”

When Zhao Hengyu saw the visitor, he said with joy: “Master!”

After he finished speaking, Pei Yu knew the identity of this person——the deacon of Mo Sect’s Ming Ghost Hall, Chang Xiao.

Although she is called Chang Xiao, she has never laughed once. She is always cold and born like a ghost.

(T/N: Chang Xiao translates to always laugh/smile)

The disciples of Mo Sect often joked: “Would rather go through the gates of hell, just to not see the King of Hell.”

Enough to see this person is terrible.

Huai Bai smiled, in sharp contrast with the cold face of the opposite person, “Trouble the deacon to make way.”

Chang Xiao holds the black hat, motionless.

“Deacon, what does this mean?”

Chang Xiao frowned, and said: “The magic disk is true.” She seemed to have not spoken for a long time, her throat was like rust, and her words always contained an inconspicuous concretion.

“So what?”

Chang Xiao moved her lips, and said with difficulty: “Blood mist, apprentice, demon, stay.”

Huai Bai: “…Huh?”

Zhao Hengyu translated it very familiarly: “My master said that the reopening of the blood mist is of great importance. Since your apprentice is carrying the blood of the demon, it is best to stay, regardless of whether it has anything to do with this matter.”

Huai Bai smiled angrily, “Don’t you see that she is just a child?”

Zhao Hengyu was a little embarrassed, “Peak Master, it doesn’t matter if this happened elsewhere, but at the foot of the city, there was a blood mist, and the Zhuangzi Saints disciple was killed. We can’t help but investigate.”

Zhang Li added to the side: “The victim is my relative.”

His remarks have already indicated the attitude of the Zhuangzi Saints.

Zhao Hengyu was stunned, “Ah, you…”

He leaned over to salute and apologized: “Elder, the sorrow and change, the junior is here to apologize for the impoliteness.”

Zhang Li waved his hand, indicating that it was OK.

Huai Bai didn’t bother to watch them give such a fake greeting, slowly stroking the child’s thin back, frowning slightly.

“So, you insist on stopping me?”

The smile on her face has cooled, and her voice is cold, like a jade falling on a bead plate.

Zhang Li was already a little timid in his heart.

This woman stood there indifferently, like a peerless sword cultivator who divided mountains and seas in the past.

Wearing a cloak of green feathers, holding the sword In the Cloud.

After three hundred years, few of the freshman juniors knew sword cultivator Huai Bai. They only knew that the Master of Shouxian Peak was not engaging in honest work. She was fascinated by the fragrance of birds and flowers, good wine and delicacies, and her cultivation was stagnant.

But Zhang Li could not forget. This person named Huai Bai has many names that are now obscure, ones that shocked the world.

At that time, she was a myth in the realm of cultivation, an unreachable star in the sky, and a peak that all sword cultivators wanted to climb.

He dare not be fearless.

Huai Bai stood there, holding the child in her arms tightly, staring at Chang Xiao, her eyes narrowed, there was no half of a smile, and she said: “Actually, I didn’t want to fight with you. You are very much like an old friend of mine, very alike. But… if you have to stop me, then please fight.”

Chang Xiao nodded silently, and suddenly a long whip flashing with cold electricity appeared in her dead gray hands.

The moment the long whip appeared, several deafening thunders rang in the ears of everyone.

“Fighting Ghost Whip?” Huai Bai smiled, “looks good.”

Chang Xiao said, “Please fight.”

Huai Bai put the child in her arms on the bench and touched her head, “Apprentice, wait for me.”

Pei Yu nodded obediently, and when she saw her turning around, she couldn’t help but yelled, “Master…”

Huai Bai turned back, “What?”

Pei Yu whispered: “Be careful.”

The child’s pupils are extremely deep, like the black flames that ignite in hell, always revealing the unrepentant obsession. She clenched her hand, her face flushed with fire. For so many years, she had been used to charging and being in the bloody wind, but she had never before, sitting behind others so weakly, and could only call out “be careful”.

Huai Bai smiled lightly and said, “Don’t be afraid, Master is very strong.”

She tried to prevent the fighting from spreading to the furnishings of the inn, and then stood in front of the black impermanence and smiled: “Then fight.”

Chang Xiao asked: “You don’t need a sword?”

Huai Bai seemed to wake up from a dream, and suddenly said, “…Ah, do you still need to use a sword?”

As a sword cultivator, fighting against people without using swords is undoubtedly a contempt for each other.

Zhao Hengyu defended his master and immediately asked loudly, “Peak Master, you are too defiant of her like this.”

Ji Yue grabbed him, lowered her voice and said, “The Peak Master just doesn’t understand this.”

Zhao Hengyu also reacted.

If it is an ordinary sword cultivator, it will definitely not be like this. But Huai Bai is nothing but the name of a sword cultivator. Maybe she hasn’t even used a decent sword on weekdays, let alone compete with others. How would she know these fighting rules?

There is even more news from the cultivation world, saying that this person’s cultivation base is also piled up with medicinal pills. Although her cultivation base is as good as the golden core, her strength is not as good as the foundation building.

Zhao Hengyu became anxious again, fearing that his master would hurt the golden dead wood and dead tree, causing Gushan and Xian City to hold grudges.

Huai Bai didn’t think so much, she just thought it was a bit troublesome, why does the sword cultivation competition have to use a sword?

She looked around, did not find something suitable, and sighed lightly.

Zhang Li suddenly asked: “Peak Master, where is your In the Clouds?”

The smile on Huai Bai’s face stagnated for a moment, then her eyebrows stretched, and she smiled: “Ah… I threw it away.”

Zhang Li’s eyes widened, and he muttered incredulously: “Throw, throw?”

In the Clouds was a precious treasure left over from ancient times.

The meteorite iron outside the sky is the bone, cast by the ancient immortals. After the sword was completed, it was placed in the fire for thousands of years. It can be described as swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, and robbing the world.

For thousands of years, countless people wanted In the Clouds, and only one person could be recognized by the sword.

She said lightly that she threw it away?

After Zhang Li was shocked, he felt funny again. How could this be true?

Huai Bai replied with a certainty: “It’s not easy to use, and it’s rusty, so I’ll throw it away. You can’t use a rusty sword.”

Zhang Li is sure she is lying, how can the magic weapon rust?

Huai Bai smiled and stretched out her hand, “So, I changed to another sword in hand.”

She closed her right hand slightly, as if holding a sword hilt, turning her wrist, like a sword flower. “The sword is in hand, deacon, please fight.”

Everyone looked at her incredulously.

She is empty in her hand, where is the sword?

Chang Xiao was colder, “You, tease, me.”

Huai Bai was still smiling, “Ah, I forgot to introduce it. My sword is called the Emperor’s New Sword.”

She blinked, “Only smart people can see.”

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