novelcrest Chapter 466 Blazing Sun Sword Intent Burns Black Water
Chapter 466 Blazing Sun Sword Intent Burns Black Water
"Who did this to my junior brother?"
Qin Wanzhuang's voice fell into the mist realm, and the sword light outside retracted accordingly. The paper crane seal, which was originally covered by black water, revealed a corner. Golden and white fire lines burned into the mist wall along the broken seal, cutting a narrow path straight to the abandoned shipyard through the surging water vapor outside the door.
Mo Chengyue held the Yuhua sword in his left hand, his right sleeve stained with a dark red sheen from the blood-stained inscription. He saw the figure step into the sword mark, looking at the sword first, then at the person.
Her dark-colored outfit was soaked by the river tide, the hem of her clothes clinging to her tall legs, water droplets falling along her waistline, the sword in Qin Wanzhuang's hand still burning with the blazing sun sword intent, the blood jade on her ponytail shining in the mist, and the coldness between her brows had surpassed ordinary questioning.
She looked down along Mo Chengyue's right sleeve, her fingertips tightening on the sword hilt.
"Who did it?"
"An accountant, a boat, and an old shipowner who refuses to acknowledge the debt."
"I asked who did it."
"That depends on which hand you're asking about."
"Mo Chengyue".
Qin Wanzhuang stepped through the misty realm, her sword tip landing on the wet, black wooden board. The blazing sun sword intent spread out from beneath the sword, and fine white smoke immediately rose from the water's surface.
Mo Chengyue raised his left hand to shield himself.
"Senior sister, don't cut down the boat yet."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him, her wet hair clinging to her ears, water droplets falling from her chin to her collar, wetting the black fabric.
"You're still alive, which means the ship hasn't sunk yet."
"The ship didn't sink, but the tent is being passed ashore. If the sword is cut in the wrong place, the ship and tent will use the sword marks as a new path."
"Which part can be cut?"
"Between the ship and the shore."
Explain yourself.
"Sever those first: the culvert, the shadow path, and the protruding arm from the water tent. Don't touch the hull or the dark shadow at the bottom of the boat."
Qin Wanzhuang glanced up and looked outside the door.
The unlit boat was moored close to the abandoned dock, its shadow squeezed into a whitish film by the mist. Several dark waterways crossed the culvert and stretched towards the fire at the local temple.
She didn't ask a second time.
"Step back."
Manager Hu, holding the Soul-Sealing Box with a white paper lampshade above the lid, immediately grabbed Mo Chengyue's sleeve upon hearing this.
"You should leave too."
Mo Chengyue still held his sword in his left hand, and the battle line beneath his feet had been gnawed open by the black water.
"I've quit, and now no one's watching over the door."
"Miss Qin has entered."
"She's watching the road, not the door."
Qin Wanzhuang turned her face to the side.
"Manager Hu, take the box behind the stove."
"And what about him?"
"He stayed here."
Shopkeeper Hu's fingers stopped on Mo Chengyue's robe, and the flame of the white paper lantern was slightly tilted by the mist.
"His right hand was almost eaten by the boat."
Qin Wanzhuang glanced at Mo Chengyue's right sleeve, her voice still clear.
"Therefore, he must not run around."
"Senior sister, the way you comfort someone is almost like trying to persuade them to stay and guard the gate."
"The fact that you can still joke around means you haven't reached the point where you need to be carried away."
"I've made a mental note of that."
"First, live on."
Qin Wanzhuang raised her sword.
Shopkeeper Hu glanced at Mo Chengyue, then at the sword mark outside the door, and finally hugged the small box tightly as he retreated towards the ashes and fire.
"Mo Chengyue, you better not let me come back and only see one sleeve."
"I'll try my best to keep both of them together."
"Don't overthink it."
Shopkeeper Hu turned and retreated, the white paper lantern protecting the Soul-Sealing Box. He slowly moved backward along the dry ash, preventing the lantern's shadow from touching the water's edge.
Mo Chengyue watched her retreat behind the stove before turning his gaze back to Qin Wanzhuang.
"Senior sister, there are three black water channels in the culvert on the right, two on the left, and there is another one hidden in the cracks in the wooden planks underneath."
"Can you tell the difference?"
"able."
"Then report the route."
"Right one, right three, left two, and finally under your feet."
"order?"
"First, the third one from the right, which connects to the Earth God Temple. Then, the second one from the left. The first one from the right will retract on its own. The one under your feet will have to wait for the water in the cabin to move."
Qin Wanzhuang pressed her sword down slightly.
"You say, I'll do."
"Senior sister, you used to dislike taking orders from others."
"Are you qualified to command now?"
"no."
"Then shut up and report the route."
"receive."
The water mist beneath Qin Wanzhuang's feet parted to both sides following the sword intent, and the soaked wooden planks made a soft cracking sound. Her figure swept past Mo Chengyue, and the sword light did not go straight for the unlit boat, but instead slashed horizontally into the third dark channel on the right.
"Third from the right."
"I saw it."
As the sword fell, the Blackwater Path suddenly tightened, and several pale hands emerged from beneath the surface, their fingertips reaching for Qin Wanzhuang's sword.
Qin Wanzhuang flipped her wrist, and the sword blade sliced through the shadowy hands. The blazing sword intent burned deep into the cement along the bottom of the canal, forcing out a string of tiny bubbles from the damp black mist.
The culvert emitted a muffled sound.
The sound of the pot coming from the direction of the Earth God Temple became much clearer immediately.
Old Zhou shouted through the fog, "The water has receded, but the fire is still burning!"
Xiao Liu then shouted, "The black water in front of the temple gate has stopped!"
The fat shopkeeper's voice also squeezed in.
"Fairy Qin, could you please take a look at my pot while you're at it?"
Qin Wanzhuang did not turn around.
"The pot is fine."
The chubby shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good. If the pot is okay, I'll have the courage to keep banging on it."
Old Zhou scolded, "You better hold the stick steady first."
"I held it steady; it was the fog that bumped into me just now."
"Can the fog still touch you?"
"Then it hits the pot."
Mo Chengyue watched as the second black water path receded from the gray ground, and with his left hand he made a hand seal and slapped the ash of the talisman onto the crack in the wooden board.
"Second from the left."
Qin Wanzhuang shifted her position, and the sword blade slashed diagonally along the side wall of the abandoned shipyard. The sword light pierced through a layer of red mist and nailed to the bend of the dark canal.
The waterway was receding, and as the sword intent descended, a line of wet, black characters emerged from the water.
Qin Wanzhuang did not sheathe her sword. The blade grazed the writing, and the writing was immediately burned into white smoke by the blazing sun.
"What is this?"
"Old name."
"Whose?"
"I can't see clearly."
"You want me to chop?"
"cut."
"Any consequences?"
"have."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him.
"explain."
"It might remember your sword."
"I've already memorized it."
"Then cut it."
The sword light fell again, splitting the wet black characters in two. Red mist poured back along the broken edge, and the sound of water came from the depths of the dark channel. The side of the unlit boat outside the door was knocked backward.
The seventh eye, hidden in the wrecked ship's hull, suddenly raised its distorted face.
"Qin Wanzhuang, you've finally arrived."
Qin Wanzhuang didn't even turn her head.
Do you know me?
"Qin Wanzhuang, the second disciple of Qingquan Peak of the Hehuan Sect, wielding the Lieyang Sword."
"You know quite a lot."
"Your junior brother has left your name here. If you come back in, the boat will take you in."
Qin Wanzhuang's sword tip landed at the end of the second hidden canal on the left.
"He signed his name for me?"
You don't believe me?
"I believe you, but you're in a hurry to make me believe you."
The red bubble of the seventh eye squeezed outwards along the edge of the eye socket, and a wet red thread popped out from the bottom of the broken boat, bypassed the water stains at Qin Wanzhuang's feet, and extended behind her.
"Mo Chengyue, aren't you going to tell her?"
Mo Chengyue raised his sword with his left hand to block a red line that was heading towards the back of Qin Wanzhuang's neck.
"Senior sister, don't listen to her finish speaking."
What is she going to say?
"Speaking of Leng Yuexin."
The Seventh Eye's voice softened.
"Your junior brother knows best where Leng Yuexin is now, and do you know what he did to save her?"