Bu Wei

There was a cruel and ruthless creature in front, and pursuers behind. Jiang Yizheng angrily shouted at the hand, “Demon, die!”

 

“Fellow Cultivator Jiang, wait!” The hand shook desperately, “It’s me! I’m Feng Zizhang!”

 

Jiang Yizheng paused her killing move, “Feng Zizhang?”

 

Half of Feng Zizhang’s face was squeezed into the gap, trying hard to show his existence, “Yes, yes, yes! Fellow Cultivator Jiang, could you help cut from the outside? It’s too hard to cut from inside!”

 

“Okay, you move aside!” Knowing the nature of the vines, Jiang Yizheng didn’t use her spiritual power and slashed down with her sword.

 

“These vines are very hard, it might take many cuts—” Feng Zizhang hadn’t finished speaking inside when the entire vine ball was split in half.

 

Feng Zizhang opened his mouth in surprise.

 

“Although I’m not very talented, I was born with great strength.” Jiang Yizheng sheathed her sword, seeing his surprise she explained, then her gaze fell on Ning Buwei, “Is fellow cultivator Li Chengfeng also there?”

 

“We were trapped in the vines by Yan Lanpei, but we don’t know why he didn’t come to clean us up.” Feng Zizhang dusted off his sleeves, saluted Jiang Yizheng, “Thank you, Fellow Cultivator Jiang, for your help—”

 

Before he could finish speaking, a rustling sound came. Ning Buwei’s face changed, he held Ning Xiu and turned to run, Jiang Yizheng followed without looking back, Feng Zizhang watched several vine people climb onto the roof in a daze, screamed, and chased after them rolling and crawling, “Wait for me!”

 

The vines on the ground were getting more and more, and those vine people who had been sucked of their spiritual power and souls were getting more and more flexible. The screams and wails were endless, making people’s scalp numb.

 

At this moment, Ning Xiu had forgotten his fear of the dark, thinking that Ning Buwei was playing with him. He was held by his father and giggled, completely unaware that he was fleeing for his life.

 

Ning Buwei looked at the huge vine in the center of the city that was nearly a hundred feet thick while running. He agilely dodged the green leaves that were rushing towards his ankles and jumped onto a higher roof.

 

Almost at the same moment he landed, the fragment of the Suzaku Sword that he held in his arms suddenly began to vibrate violently, as if it was resonating with other fragments.

 

There are fragments of the Suzaku Sword nearby!

 

Ning Buwei took out the fragment that still contained spiritual power and drew an induction symbol with blood. He originally just wanted to confirm, but the moment he finished drawing, a terrifying force came from the towering vine, pulling him towards the center of Linjiang City.

 

Ning Buwei originally wanted to investigate, but the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Ning Xiu in his arms. He subconsciously reached out to wipe off the blood symbol, but he couldn’t free his hand.

 

“Fellow Cultivator Li!” Jiang Yizheng, who was following him, shouted loudly, “Don’t go there!”

 

Feng Zizhang, who had caught up, rushed up and grabbed Ning Buwei’s belt tightly, but the force was too great and pulled him into the air. Feng Zizhang couldn’t hold him alone, so he hurriedly rushed to Jiang Yizheng and said, “Fellow Cultivator Jiang, lend a hand!”

 

Jiang Yizheng was also a warm-hearted person. She shouted angrily, set up a horse stance, and hugged Feng Zizhang’s waist, “I’ll help you!”

 

Ning Buwei was suspended in the air, one hand tightly holding the fragment of the Suzaku Sword, the other hand holding Ning Xiu, Feng Zizhang was hanging on him holding his belt, his toes barely touching the ground, his waist was tightly held by Jiang Yizheng who was in a horse stance. The three of them were strung together like grasshoppers on a rope.

 

“Li Chengfeng!” Feng Zizhang felt that his waist was about to be broken by Jiang Yizheng, and the veins on his forehead bulged, “Is there something on you that has been sucked in!?”

 

“Throw that broken blade away—” Jiang Yizheng’s eyes were much better than Feng Zizhang’s, she roared in despair, “Those mutated monsters are going to catch up!”

 

Feng Zizhang was almost choked to vomit, his face was ferocious, “Li Chengfeng, throw away that broken blade quickly!”

 

Ning Xiu stared blankly at Ning Buwei, probably infected by this tense atmosphere, his small mouth pursed, and he burst into tears with a ‘wa’.

 

“Fellow Cultivator Li!”

 

“Li Chengfeng!”

 

Ning Buwei gritted his teeth, holding the piece of the Suzaku Sword tightly, his bloodshot eyes staring at Ning Xiu. For a moment, he wanted to throw this constantly crying little thing down.

 

The Suzaku Sword was his natal magic weapon, and also the key to restoring his cultivation. He could change his mind for Ning Xiu and temporarily not look for other fragments, but he could not give up the Suzaku Sword in his hand for such a small thing.

 

Ning Buwei could survive until now because he was unscrupulous and had no burdens.

 

With Ning Xiu around, he would always be restrained and could not be as reckless as before.

 

Having concerns was a big taboo in the ruthless path.

 

Ning Buwei stared coldly at the little thing crying in his arms, his face gloomy. He suddenly loosened the arm holding Ning Xiu, and the child in his arms fell towards the ground. He turned around and knocked off Feng Zizhang’s hand, heading towards the giant vine.

 

“Child!” Feng Zizhang exclaimed, even the sword was too late to control, and he jumped down from the roof.

 

The roof was more than ten feet high. In his urgency, Feng Zizhang used his spiritual power, broke several eaves, and reached out to the still crying child, but he was always a little short.

 

Standing on the roof, Jiang Yizheng pierced the heart of the vine man who was chasing him, glanced down, and anxiously said, “Feng Zizhang! You will die if you rush down like this!”

 

Without saying much, she controlled the sword and rushed down to save them.

 

Feng Zizhang gritted his teeth and reached out to Ning Xiu, grabbing a corner of the swaddle. Who knew that the material of the swaddle was very slippery and slipped out of his fingers.

 

Feng Zizhang was so anxious that his eyes were about to split, and he saw that Ning Xiu was about to fall to the ground. Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed over from the side. One hand grabbed the swaddle wrapped around the child, and the other hand grabbed Feng Zizhang’s belt. Almost sticking to the ground, a vine then flew past, the person stepped on the window lattice, and agilely jumped upwards.

 

Feng Zizhang was thrown onto Jiang Yizheng’s sword, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead in relief.

 

Ning Buwei stood on the roof holding Ning Xiu, his face expressionless as he stared at the incessantly crying Ning Xiu. The hand holding the child was trembling slightly, and the other hand was dripping with blood, falling drop by drop onto the green tiles.

 

The only remaining fragment with spiritual power was thrown away by him, and the induction symbol was completely cut off.

 

He gave up his natal magic weapon for such an insignificant little thing.

 

Ning Buwei couldn’t understand why.

 

A dialogue that seemed somewhat unfamiliar due to the passage of time suddenly appeared in his mind.

 

‘Chengfeng, how can they let you cultivate the ruthless path?’ 

 

‘Heartless and ruthless.’

 

 ‘Don’t listen to their nonsense.’ 

 

‘They are right.’ 

 

‘They are wrong.’

 

 ‘…..’ 

 

‘Chengfeng, listen to me, don’t cultivate the ruthless path.’ 

 

‘I’ve already cultivated it.’ 

 

‘Then change the path.’ 

 

‘I can’t change.’ 

 

‘…Chengfeng, what can’t be fix will have to be corrected sooner or later.’

 

That should have been a long, long time ago, more than five hundred years ago, when he was not as tall as the other person and could only look up at him.

 

‘Ning Xingyuan, what path do you cultivate?’

 

The man laughed heartily, ‘What Ning Xingyuan, call me brother.’

 

“Li Chengfeng!” Someone cursed in his ear, “Are you crazy! You even threw your own child!”

 

Ning Buwei looked up and saw Feng Zizhang squatting on Jiang Yizheng’s broad sword, glaring at him angrily. Jiang Yizheng was persuading him on the side, “Perhaps Fellow Cultivator Li’s hand slipped due to exhaustion.”

 

Feng Zizhang choked, stunned, and asked Ning Buwei, “Is that so?”

 

Ning Buwei suddenly felt his throat dry, and for a moment he couldn’t answer—

 

He was actually being questioned by two ants that he could have easily crushed in the past.

 

Fortunately, before the demon got angry, those persistent vine people chased up again. Jiang Yizheng, who was controlling her spiritual power and was almost sucked away, quickly withdrew her spiritual power and jumped onto the roof with Feng Zizhang.

 

Those vine people were extremely difficult to deal with, and once entangled, there was only one end–death. The three of them ran forward, and as they passed an inn, a window suddenly opened, and someone leaned out half of their body and waved at them, “Fellow Cultivators! Come in quickly!”

 

The person looked like a young man of not a great stage, wearing a white robe with a black gauze overlay. Feng Zizhang’s eyes lit up, “It’s a fellow cultivator from the Chongzheng Alliance!”

 

Jiang Yizheng’s eyes were better than his, and she clearly saw the sect jade token worn on the other’s waist, and exclaimed with joy, “It’s the Wushi Sect!”

 

Ning Buwei squinted his eyes and jumped into the window following the two.

 

“Chu Xin!” Someone grabbed the young man’s ear and scolded, “It’s so dangerous outside, and you dare to open the window?”

 

“I’m saving people!” The young man retorted.

 

The young man who was scolding him let go of his ear, reinforced the window with a talisman paper, and then turned around to salute the three, “I am Chu Sun, the 314th generation disciple of the Wushi Sect, and this is my junior nephew, Chu Xin.”

 

“Thank you, Fellow Cultivator Chu for your life-saving grace.” Feng Zizhang quickly saluted, “I am Feng Zizhang from the Yunzhong Sect of Liuzhou, Gen Prefecture.”

 

“I am Jiang Yizheng, a disciple of the Summer Hall of the Four Seasons Hall.” Jiang Yizheng also saluted, “Thank you, fellow cultivator, for your life-saving grace.”

 

Chu Xin curiously looked at Ning Buwei who was holding the child.

 

Ning Buwei, holding the child, could not salute, and could only nod slightly, “Li Chengfeng, a wandering cultivator.”

 

There were only Chu Sun and Chu Xin in the room. Chu Sun was obviously not very satisfied with Chu Xin’s rash rescue, but since the people had already come in, it was not good to drive them out again, so he just turned around and gave Chu Xin a warning look.

 

Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang were discussing what the hell was outside, Chu Xin was obviously curious too, and enthusiastically joined their discussion, the three of them gathered together, chattering like three sparrows.

 

Ning Xiu had long cried his voice hoarse, nestled in Ning Buwei’s arms and kept sobbing, obviously scared. Ning Buwei frowned, and reached out to wipe his tears, the whole person was a bit irritable.

 

“Don’t cry.” His sharp profile was tense as he gently stroked the child’s back, apologizing to the child, “It’s Father, this scoundrel…”

 

Ning Xiu started to cough from crying, and Ning Buwei lifted him a bit higher, gently patting his back and soothing him in a softer voice, “Be good, don’t cry, Father is here.”

 

Ning Xiu clung tightly to his clothes, as if afraid of being suddenly abandoned again.

 

What ruthless path, what Suzaku Sword, at this moment Ning Buwei couldn’t remember any of it, he just wanted to give himself a good beating.

 

He, Ning Buwei, was a thorough scoundrel.

 

And in the vast sea of consciousness, Chu Jun looked at the little spiritual consciousness in his arms who was crying heartbreakingly and trembling non-stop, and slowly furrowed his brows.