Chapter 429: Chapter 429

Could it be someone from the Lu Family? Impossible, right?

"Qin Tian, was it you who kidnapped my Master?"

The lady in white stepped forward and, in an instant, appeared in front of Qin Hao.

"Kidnapped your Master?"

Qin Hao’s breath hitched. He immediately realized who this person was.

Yes, it was Qin Tian who had kidnapped Yun Xinyue’s Master.

This Yun Xinyue is actually so strong.

Qin Hao had never imagined that Yun Xinyue, a nobody from some small place, would possess such powerful cultivation.

Speaking of coincidences, Yun Xinyue originally wanted her Master, Nangong Luoling, to seek justice for her. However, Nangong Luoling told her that she couldn’t get involved in this matter. But she also informed Yun Xinyue that as long as it was a fight among peers, even the Qin Family couldn’t do much against her.

With Nangong Luoling’s indirect protection, Yun Xinyue gained confidence. This was enough. She had ample confidence in her own strength, especially after hearing that Qin Tian’s cultivation was only at the Divine Communication Realm. Wasn’t he easily within her grasp?

"You... won’t admit it?"

Yun Xinyue’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as her slender white hands reached out, grabbing the hilt of her sword.

Seeing the smile curling on Yun Xinyue’s lips, Qin Hao’s heart suddenly started pounding. A descendant of the Qin Family? A Son of God? She was not afraid at all. Something’s not right; this woman seems really eager to make her move.

"Wait, Yun Junior Sister, I’m not Qin Tian! You’ve mistaken me for someone else; I’m not Qin Tian!" Qin Hao, no longer caring about appearances, yelled loudly. "Girl, you’ve got the wrong person! I’m Qin Hao, not Qin Tian; we just look a bit alike!"

Yun Xinyue, who was about to make her move, paused as a scroll appeared in her hand. The scroll floated up and slowly unfolded, revealing an image. It was indeed Qin Tian.

"That’s not me. I am Qin Hao, Qin Tian’s older brother by blood. We just look a bit alike," Qin Hao hurriedly explained again, noticing her hesitation, anxious that Yun Xinyue might still be mistaken. After all, judging by appearances alone, the two did indeed resemble each other very closely.

Originally, Qin Hao thought Yun Xinyue wouldn’t believe him. To his surprise, she only gave him a quick glance before putting away the portrait and nodding. "There is a slight difference," she said. "You’re a bit uglier than him."

Qin Hao was speechless.

You motherf...! What kind of thing is that to say! In what way am I uglier than Qin Tian?!

Qin Hao’s face instantly flushed red. But facing Yun Xinyue, he didn’t dare to argue at that moment. Having interacted with Qin Tian for a long time, he immediately noticed a similar aura about the person in front of him. Especially that unrestrained look in her eyes; it was very much like Qin Tian’s. He was indeed afraid that Yun Xinyue might actually slaughter him. If Qin Tian dared to kill Lu Shangxing, then perhaps Yun Xinyue might truly dare to kill him as well.

"My Master’s matter must have something to do with you too."

Yun Xinyue didn’t back down, even though she had found the wrong person. Instead, she moved her sword from the center of his forehead to his neck.

Well, a strike to the center of his forehead could wipe out the divine soul. If the blade is aimed at the neck, it means there’s still room for negotiation.

Qin Hao pulled his head back to look at the edge of the blade resting against his skin and frowned slightly, saying, "Yun Junior Sister, there might be some misunderstanding in this matter. What happened to your Master truly has nothing to do with me."

Yun Xinyue nodded. "Continue talking, I’m listening."

Clearly, she didn’t believe any of Qin Hao’s nonsense. Qin Hao also knew that Yun Xinyue didn’t believe him; after all, the matter did have something to do with him.

Since he couldn’t deceive her, Qin Hao thought for a moment and said, "Qin Tian just left. If you don’t chase him now, it might be too late."

Upon hearing this, Yun Xinyue’s gaze flickered slightly. She was more interested in settling accounts with Qin Tian than with Qin Hao.

Qin Hao turned his head and pointed in a specific direction. "He just went that way."

"I hope you’re not lying to me."

With a wave of Yun Xinyue’s slender white hand, she sheathed her sword and spoke coolly. As her voice barely faded, her form slowly vanished from the spot.

As soon as Yun Xinyue seemingly left, Qin Hao clenched his fists, his eyes filled with malice.

Suddenly, a slender white hand appeared out of nowhere and struck Qin Hao across the face, sending him flying. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novｅlfire.net

"Who are you calling a bitch!"

Yun Xinyue’s figure unexpectedly appeared again, her eyes full of contempt.

Qin Hao was stunned into silence. This time, he truly didn’t dare to speak. He just collapsed on the ground and stayed still.

Fortunately, Yun Xinyue didn’t continue her attack. After giving him a cold look, she disappeared once again.

After a long while, once sure that Yun Xinyue had truly gone, Qin Hao silently got up and left.

Just wait for me. Wait until I obtain the most powerful Genius Spirit Seed...

Qin Hao took a deep breath, suppressing his rage. He wasn’t prepared to seek revenge by calling for backup. If word of this got out, his reputation would be ruined. Today’s events were too humiliating for him to bear. Fortunately, no one else had passed by at the time.

Wen Zhixing strolled within the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, never having taken Qin Hao seriously in the first place. The words he had uttered earlier were just to entertain himself during the dull days. Now, he could crush Qin Hao at any moment. Previously, it was only because Qin Yang was present that he did not have the opportunity. Now, with just one use of the Unfounded Curse, he could leave Qin Hao half-dead.

Yes, only half-dead. The Unfounded Curse didn’t possess much lethal power against the divine soul. Qin Hao only needed to abandon his physical body to survive. Of course, with Qin Yang present, transferring the Power of the Curse could also save a life. This was the current disadvantage of the Unfounded Curse.

Wen Zhixing didn’t act rashly; he was in no hurry. There was plenty of time.

He hadn’t gotten far when a cold snort sounded from behind him, followed by someone calling his name, "Qin Tian!"

There’s killing intent!

Wen Zhixing immediately narrowed his eyes.

A piercing sword wind sliced through the air, heading straight for his back.

Wen Zhixing’s heart chilled. With a gesture, a long sword appeared in his palm. He swiftly raised the sword to shield himself.

The sonorous sound of metal striking metal rang out. The sword wind, as if it traversed space, truly appeared before him. Wen Zhixing’s hand holding the long sword trembled slightly.

The sword in his hand shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. But in his palm remained an invisible blade, entirely formed by condensed sword wind. He stepped back several paces, forcefully blocking the deadly strike. Even so, he didn’t completely fend off the attack. The sword wind still sliced through his skin, and droplets of blood fell.

Wen Zhixing’s eyes lit up. The semi-transparent sword before him was clearly no ordinary Spiritual Instrument. It harbored the Space Path within it. Had he not gained a slight insight into the Space Path, he might have been struck dead in one blow. The lethality was astonishing; it even managed to cut through his flesh.

At least a Yin God Level Spirit Sword! That was only because the attacker’s cultivation wasn’t high enough; otherwise, how could I have blocked it? Wen Zhixing concluded.

In the next instant, Yun Xinyue’s figure also appeared before him.

Wen Zhixing was slightly taken aback. The incident had happened so suddenly that he hadn’t recognized the voice.

"Eh?" Yun Xinyue showed a surprised expression. Qin Tian managing to block her sword was somewhat unexpected for her. Given her cultivation and with the Sword of the Spiritual Treasure in hand, Qin Tian was lucky to escape severe injury from that attack.

"Yun Xinyue," Wen Zhixing said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yun Xinyue inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, especially from the smile on Wen Zhixing’s face. It suddenly reminded her of someone else. The next moment, her body instinctively experienced an inexplicable quiver.

No, to say it was my body would be inaccurate; it was as if the depths of my divine soul sensed something, causing an abnormal reaction in my body as well.

"You... you’re not Qin Tian!" Yun Xinyue had intended to continue the assault, but a possibility suddenly occurred to her. The man before me isn’t Qin Tian!

"Yun Xinyue, you’re looking for your Master, aren’t you? Then come with me," Wen Zhixing said, without directly answering, his smile not fading.

The slave imprint on Yun Xinyue had indeed been removed. However, that didn’t mean the influence of enslavement vanished with its removal. Enslavement can change a person’s divine soul. In other words, Yun Xinyue’s divine soul had long been shaped by Wen Zhixing. Even if he couldn’t directly control her, in the presence of Wen Zhixing, Yun Xinyue would involuntarily feel the urge to submit. This was the true horror of the slave imprint. The longer a slave imprint had been in place, the more pronounced its lingering effect would be.