allonlinenovel Chapter 173 A Broken Country Is Not as Good as a Kiss
Chapter 173 A Broken Country Is Not as Good as a Kiss
"Fine, I won't say!"
Lin Qianxiu looked unconvinced and said defiantly.
But in his heart he was thinking: Wouldn't it be better to let these children know the wickedness of people sooner?
Mu Yuansheng breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down.
Lin Qianxiu suddenly stood up, put Qingyao down, and grabbed the gun in her hand:
"Where is that scoundrel Lin Qianfeng? He lured away my Juanyun Army, where is he now?"
His demeanor was composed and his face expressionless, which only made Mu Yuansheng more alarmed.
"Junior sister! Have you thought this through? I've heard that Lin Qianfang has already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. Are you sure you want to turn against her?"
Lin Qianxiu smiled faintly:
"It's just a Nascent Soul stage, isn't it? If I wanted to break through, I would have been there long ago!"
Mu Yuansheng stared wide-eyed for a few breaths, then his expression relaxed, and he sighed:
"As expected of my master's daughter, even if I tried to dissuade her, it would probably be useless."
With a somewhat strange expression, Mu Yuansheng finally confessed:
"After Lin Qianfeng took your command, he purged nearly one-tenth of the Juanyun Army. Now, the upper echelons of the army are all his retainers brought from the Lin family. His garrison is located at the exit of the cave where the lightning tribulation occurred that day!"
Lin Qianxiu's face turned cold:
"What about my loyal subordinates?"
Mu Yuansheng's expression turned somewhat awkward as he slowly said:
"Seven or eight out of ten were expelled from the army, and two or three out of ten were demoted and used, perhaps still waiting for your return?"
Lin Qianxiu knew he was in a difficult position, so she didn't bother to pursue the matter further and prepared to leave.
Luo Sifan stepped in front of her, blocking her way, and said with a grin:
"Vice Commander Lin, don't forget, I am also a junior officer in the Rolling Cloud Army!"
Lin Qianxiu rolled her eyes at him, her immunity to Luo Sifan's glib tongue greatly increased.
The little brother barked a few times, and Qingyao stood up and tugged at her sleeve:
"Mother, are we going to fight? We want to go too!"
Mu Yuansheng clicked his tongue in amazement, unsure whether it was envy or worry.
Lin Qianxiu patted Qingyao and her younger brother's heads and smiled faintly:
"Where are you two going? If you two go, will your father and mother still be able to get involved?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Lin Qianxiu realized something was wrong and secretly glanced at him, while Luo Sifan remained oblivious.
Lin Qianxiu felt a surge of jealousy, and her murderous intent intensified.
"go!"
He leaped out of the tent and flew straight to the northeast.
Luo Sifan remained silent, his sword qi accompanying her, his speed not lagging behind at all.
Lin Qianxiu sped off at full speed, while Luo Sifan kept pace, moving with ease.
"Lin Xiaozhi! You really are lacking in the nourishment of women, the more the merrier!"
Lin Qianxiu blurted out, memories flooding back, a mixture of bitterness and resentment washing over her. She wondered how many women had contributed to Luo Sifan's rapid improvement in skill.
80%? 90%? 99%?
Luo Sifan pinched his nose, speechless.
Through repeated battles in Fangyuan City, he merged the rules of the two realms, cultivated his mind through dual cultivation, and even reached the Grandmaster level; in Chang Le Pavilion, he cultivated his feet, absorbing Jiang Changsu's Yang Nascent Soul completely, only stopping at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment; through repeated entanglements with Yu Lishuang, he comprehended the Sword Intent of Slaying Flowers and refined it to the point of perfect harmony with his innate sword body; and while in the golden coffin, he experienced Yu Lishuang's cultivation techniques and intentions, causing his Foundation Establishment body to leap to the ninth level…
Even the mastery of Zhu Fu's profound techniques was due to the opportunity presented by Yu Li Shuang's self-sacrifice and the gift of treasure.
His boundless sword intent primarily came from his own sudden enlightenment during a life-or-death battle. Of course, he also owes much to the encouragement and support of Yu Lishuang, his powerful backer.
In this light, Lin Qianxiu's complaint was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, leaving no room for concealment...
Fortunately, Lin Qianxiu wasn't always just a bystander. If she knew how Luo Sifan cultivated his Flower-Slaying Sword Intent, she would have cleaved him in two on the spot.
Luo Sifan's mind wandered, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.
Seeing that he remained silent, Lin Qianxiu assumed he was ashamed and felt a little relieved. However, when she glanced at him, she shuddered.
This fellow showed no remorse whatsoever; he was clearly still sucking on his lips, reminiscing!
Lin Qianxiu's hand trembled as she swung her spear, unleashing the strongest attack she had ever delivered!
The spear's beam shot out, instantly extending to a hundred feet!
It can cut through anything and destroy anything.
Luo Sifan was still in a daze when he was caught off guard by Lin Qianxiu's ruthless attack. His mind went blank, and he threw his thoughts to the wind.
The spear's edge flashed swiftly and mercilessly, slicing through Luo Sifan's waist in an instant and sweeping forward.
"Xiaozhi!!"
Lin Qianxiu attacked in a rage, and the spear light in front of her swept Luo Sifan across in an instant, splitting him in two. Only the bewilderment, surprise, and frustration on Luo Sifan's face brought Lin Qianxiu back to her senses. She let out a miserable cry, her face turning deathly pale.
As for the spear slipping from his hand, its light sweeping across a hundred feet in front of him without regard for anything else, Lin Qianxiu had long since lost interest in it.
He swiftly embraced Luo Sifan, holding her tightly in his arms, clearly terrified to see Luo Sifan torn in two, broken in half at the waist.
"Xiaozhi! I didn't mean it!"
Lin Qianxiu stood in the void, face to face, tears streaming down her face, soaking Luo Sifan's face and neck.
Heartbroken and devastated, he almost wanted to melt Luo Sifan into his arms.
She looks like she'll probably die of a broken heart in a few breaths.
Luo Sifan was so tightly embraced by her that even his innate sword body felt suffocated. He struggled desperately, his face flushed, eager to confide his troubles, but all he got in return was a fit of coughing…
"Lin...Qianxiu!"
"I'm not dead yet!"
Amidst fits of violent coughing, Luo Sifan, as if desperate for a cure, finally managed to shout out his innermost thoughts.
Lin Qianxiu was dizzy and disoriented. She stood there for a few moments before she understood the meaning behind Luo Sifan's shouts.
"You're not dead!"
Lin Qianxiu laughed and cried at the same time, and foolishly let go of Luo Sifan.
Luo Sifan barely escaped, took several deep breaths until his energy returned, and then calmed down.
The panic in his eyes disappeared, and he looked at Lin Qianxiu, who was at a loss and still completely confused.
Feeling both pity and resentment, love and hate, she swept away the estrangement of January.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Luo Sifan, who had miraculously survived, suddenly felt a surge of fierce energy. He grabbed Lin Qianxiu tightly, as if he wanted to crush her with ten times the force of revenge. With a scream from Lin Qianxiu, their figures almost overlapped in mid-air.
Without saying a word, Luo Sifan turned his pent-up frustration into a powerful suction and kissed Lin Qianxiu's red lips hard.
The popping sound shook the void and could be heard by everyone within ten miles.
The spear unleashed a burst of light, rapidly advancing several miles, causing dust to rise and mountains and rivers to shatter within a radius of several miles, before plunging straight into the deep pool where the lightning tribulation had struck that day.
The dozens of tents by the pool were in complete disarray, with poles broken and tents flying everywhere. Hundreds of people suffered as if they had been struck by lightning, with dozens of their intestines ripped out and their heads severed.
Anger, screams, and shouts echoed through the mountain pool. Dozens of survivors leaped into the air, their hair disheveled, their feet bare, and their faces contorted with rage as they glared at the source of the spear's light.
Those who had leaped into the air were already furious, hurling insults incessantly. After a half-breath, they all fell silent in mid-air, their eyes wide open, staring incredulously at the bizarre and unimaginable scene before them.
Can you imagine the murderer who killed half of the high-ranking officers of the Rolling Cloud Army with a single shot, now passionately kissing and embracing hundreds or thousands of victims?
Even the wildest storyteller wouldn't dare to write something like this, right?
"Lin...Qian...Xiu!!"
A few breaths later, a hysterical shout that shook the mountains and rivers erupted from the waking victims of the Rolling Cloud Army.