mtl008 Chapter 150 The Death of Yuchi Shuxia
Chapter 150 The Death of Yuchi Shuxia
In this panic, the little girl's arm accidentally knocked over the brush placed on the inkstone.
At this moment, the ink in the inkstone, which had not yet dried up, suddenly splashed out like a disturbed elf.
Dots of ink fell like black raindrops, instantly dyeing the little girl's dress black.
Not long after, a man appeared at the door.
His eyes were cold and stern, and he uttered mercilessly: "What a good-for-nothing waste!"
Following this angry shout, the spiritual energy in the entire room seemed to be inspired by some mysterious power and began to gather rapidly.
The man just casually waved his sleeves, and the condensed spiritual energy instantly turned into an extremely sharp palm wind.
The palm wind struck the girl's chest, which was already covered in ink, with overwhelming force.
Seeing this, the other girl sitting in front of the desk also hurriedly mobilized her own spiritual power.
She concentrated her attention on controlling her spiritual power to collide with the man's attack, successfully reducing some of the impact of the palm force.
The girl, who was already in a very miserable state and covered in black spots, was suddenly hit in the heart by an extremely fierce palm wind.
In an instant, her face, which was originally as pale as paper, was filled with endless pain, and her body was shaky like a leaf in the wind, and finally collapsed to the ground.
Although this attack did not cause fatal damage, no blood was shed, and even no internal injuries occurred.
But the heart-wrenching pain came like a tide, making the girl almost faint.
Witnessing such a tragic scene, Shu Wanwan could no longer suppress her inner anger and grief.
She widened her eyes, glaring at the person who had attacked her, muttering to herself, "How...how could someone treat their own flesh and blood so cruelly?"
"hateful!"
Accompanied by a roar, Shu Wanwan tried her best to gather all the spiritual power in her body, and also swung out a palm, bombarding Ning Yuanbu fiercely.
As expected, this seemingly powerful palm landed on Ning Yuanbu.
It was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response at all, not even a strand of his hair was moved.
Everything turned out to be just an illusion.
A deep feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged into Shu Wanwan's heart, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
This palm strike was more like a vent.
Instead, Dai Yan, who was standing beside her, slowly walked up and gently patted Shu Wanwan on the shoulder.
She comforted him softly, "Everything is just a passing cloud."
Dai Yan had just finished speaking.
"Get out of here!"
Just at this moment, Ning Yuanbu's voice, which was bone-chilling yet seemed to contain endless majesty, suddenly exploded like thunder.
The sound was like ice exploding, and the cold instantly enveloped the entire room.
At the same time, the girl lying on the ground trembled slightly and slowly raised her face, which was as pale as paper.
Her eyes, which were originally as clear as water, were now filled with worry.
Her gaze pierced through the dense air and went straight to her sister who was sitting in front of the desk, as if she wanted to confirm whether her sister could handle it alone.
The elder sister obviously felt her younger sister's gaze, and she nodded gently. Although the movement was subtle, it made the girl on the ground feel at ease.
This simple action seemed to give the little girl infinite strength, allowing her originally tense nerves to relax a little.
After getting the answer from my sister, I struggled to get up from the ground.
Her steps were a little unsteady, as if every step was carrying a heavy burden, but she still gritted her teeth and walked towards the study door step by step.
When she walked to the door, she did not forget to look back at her sister.
However, Ning Yuanbu did not pay much attention to Xiao Daiyan who had already left.
His expression changed slightly, and he withdrew his gaze from the door and turned to another little girl in front of the desk.
"Xiao Sheng, come here, I have something to tell you."
Ning Yuanbu did not linger in front of the girl's desk for too long. He turned around with steady steps.
He walked towards the inner room and sat down calmly in front of the simple and elegant table.
The girl, like a docile little deer, followed the man's footsteps silently.
Her manners are elegant, generous, dignified and proper, as if she was born with this noble temperament.
"You have already read all the secret techniques of the Yuchi family. Now the only thing left is the practice of Taoism."
There was still no smile on Ning Yuanbu's face, but his tone was slightly softer.
"Yes, Father."
The girl opened her red lips slightly and nodded in response, her expression calm and expressionless.
"According to the family rules passed down from generation to generation in the Yuchi family, the future Saintess heir should follow the previous Saintess to Qingfeng Temple and practice diligently from the age of twelve."
Ning Yuanbu paused for a moment, as if thinking about something.
"Tomorrow is your twelfth birthday."
He stared at his daughter in front of him, and a subtle complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
"According to the rules, you should set off for Qingfeng Temple."
Ning Yuanbu continued in a low voice.
"However, your mother..."
Speaking of this, Ning Yuanbu couldn't help but feel a little moved. Perhaps Yuchi Shuxia really occupied a place deep in his heart.
Or maybe all these emotions were just a facade he carefully disguised.
Yuchi Xiaosheng watched Ning Yuanbu's expression change, unmoved. However, her expression remained unchanged, naturally calm.
She opened her red lips slightly and spoke slowly, taking over Ning Yuanbu's words.
"I understand, Father."
The voice is soft and melodious, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley, but it contains determination.
"Don't worry too much. I will definitely be able to take good care of myself in Qingfeng Temple."
After saying this, Yuchi Xiaosheng hesitated for a moment, frowning slightly, as if some thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind, causing a subtle change on his face.
Not long after, just a few seconds later, she spoke again, this time with a slightly higher tone than before, and with a hint of earnestness.
"Father, would you allow your daughter to go with my younger sister?"
When Ning Yuanbu heard this, his originally slightly sad face suddenly changed, and was engulfed by raging anger in an instant.
He stared at Yuchi Xiaosheng with eyes wide open, and scolded him sternly:
"I've already warned you not to have anything to do with her, but you're still stubborn."
"You need to know that you are different from her."
"You are the descendant of the Saint from the Yuchi family."
"You bear the heavy responsibility of inheriting the Yuchi family. You are the future leader of the Yuchi family and the only heir to the Saint's throne."
"What is she? Just trash!"
Having said that, Ning Yuanbu slammed the table, stood up suddenly, and started shouting and scolding Yuchi Xiaosheng.
"If it weren't for her, how could your mother die?"
"Have you forgotten what I said to you before?"
"You were born very early, and your mother gave birth to you for a whole day and night."
"She's an absolute disaster! Haven't you seen that clearly until now?"
Ning Yuanbu's voice, which was originally filled with anger, gradually restrained its anger, but was replaced by a cold chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Every word he uttered seemed to carry a biting cold wind, making people shiver.
This coldness does not just come from the change in tone, but more like a determination emanating from deep within the heart.
It seems that he has lost patience with these things a long time ago.
"one day one Night?"
Shu Wanwan, standing in front of the window, stared at Dai Yan with suspicion, her eyes full of confusion.
It was obvious that what they saw at the beginning was not one day and one night.
She couldn't understand why this happened.
"In the first scene we saw, it was clear that you and your sister were born together."
Shu Wanwan kept asking, as if she wanted to get a reasonable explanation from Dai Yan.
Dai Yan nodded slightly, her red lips slightly opened, but she only said "hmm" softly.
Her voice was as soft as silk, as pleasant as the breeze blowing through the strings of a guitar, but with a faint sense of alienation.
It was as if the story I was about to tell was not something that happened to me.
Dai Yan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.