[The Allure of the Martial Soul] Chapter Eleven: Facing Life and Death Again

Chapter Eleven: Facing Life and Death Again
"Go!"
Qin Sidao shouted, his sword following him. The pale gold sword in his hand
moved with the force of a rainbow, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky, passing by Zhu Qingtian in a flash. In the blink of an eye, a
thin line of blood appeared on Zhu Qingtian's bronze skin, with a few drops of bright red blood trickling down the wound.
Zhu Qingtian seemed to sense something, looked down, paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "The Nine-Nine Sect members
are nothing special, Qin Sidao! I'll see how you survive today!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head high,
raised his hands to the sky, and shouted loudly. Instantly, a sandstorm rose up from the mountains, growing stronger and stronger. A cluster of broken stones and withered branches, carrying
wisps of crimson-purple true energy, hovered in the air and spun, gradually solidifying. With each rotation, it grew larger, and after
only a few rotations, it had grown to the size of a small mountain, blotting out the sky and piercing the heavens—truly terrifying.
Blood trickled from Qin Sidao's mouth. He used his sword to support himself, barely managing to stay upright. Looking at the enormous
sphere in mid-air, as large as a mountain, he felt that he would not survive today no matter what. A wave of despair washed over him. He closed his
eyes and murmured, "Adie, Sidao is going first..."
Sidao had been waiting to die with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard a series of "thump-thump" sounds, seemingly coming from a distance
. Upon hearing the sound, Qin Sidao felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He abruptly opened his eyes, choking out, "Master
..."
Before he could finish speaking, tears streamed down his face. Then, the "thump-thump" sound rang out several more times.
Qin Sidao's spirits lifted. Ignoring his weakness, he stumbled, but forced himself to his feet, his righteous indignation
returning. He raised his head and roared at Zhu Qingtian, "Zhu Qingtian, I am not afraid of you! Come!"
Seeing Qin Sidao stand up again and challenge him, Zhu Qingtian's eyes flashed with surprise
. He thought to himself, "The Nine-Nine Sect members are indeed strong generation after generation. If this man isn't killed, he will be a future threat!"
His eyes hardened with even more ruthlessness, and he shouted, "You brat, how dare you defy my might!
Die quickly!" His sleeves billowed with wind as he unleashed a powerful, overwhelming attack.
Driven by a sudden opportunity, a massive, dark mountain, its purple aura surging, seemed to
press down from the sky like Mount Tai. At that critical moment, a beam of blue sword light, cleaving through the waves and piercing
the sky, shot down with lightning speed from the opposite hillside, crashing into the earthen mountain and shattering it into pieces.
Wisps of crimson-purple energy, mixed with countless flying sand, stones, and fallen leaves, scattered and tumbled across the sky and the surrounding area. Zhu Qingtian 　　was utterly furious
that someone would intervene at this crucial moment, thwarting his sure-kill attack in one move. His brows furrowed as he looked up, and he saw a man with thick, bushy eyebrows, dressed in a long brown robe, 　　carrying a gleaming blue sword. He exclaimed in surprise, "Protector Lu, why are you obstructing me!" 　　 Lu Xiting bowed respectfully and said, "Palace Master, please forgive me. It is not that I am obstructing you, but this man harbors 　　a deep hatred for me. I beg you to grant me permission to personally slay 　　this scoundrel!" 　　 Zhu Qingtian's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, and he laughed heartily, "I had forgotten...Protector Lu..." "I once had a grudge against that Nine-Nine Sword Immortal. 　　It's a pity that your younger brother, Protector Yin, isn't here. Otherwise, I believe he would have been itching to do it long ago 　　." 　　 With that, he pointed into the air and said to Qin Sidao, "Protector Lu, please make your move quickly, don't let this brat get away!" 　　 As soon as Zhu Qingtian finished speaking, Lu Xiting had already thrust out his sword. The sword light flashed and was as fast as a flying light. Qin Sidao 　　was also greatly surprised when he saw who it was. Almost instinctively, he raised his sword to block, but because he had already exhausted his strength, 　　he had no way to exert any strength in his hand. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, at this moment, Lu Xiting attacked from below with his Tianlun Sword 　　, quickly lifting Qin Sidao and his sword up. 　　 The two swords clashed, producing a resounding clang. Qin Sidao felt a gentle 　　flow of true energy emanating from the tip of Lu Xiting's sword, flowing along the meridians of his right hand and directly into his dantian. Instantly, it merged seamlessly with his own true energy, and he felt his strength recover slightly 　　. Lu Xiting, having finished one move, launched another, his sword held high in the center, striking gracefully. 　　 Qin Sidao, now possessing some strength, leaned back and parried with his sword. The two fought faster and faster, 　　exchanging over ten blows in an instant. Although Lu Xiting's swordplay appeared fierce, seemingly intent on 　　killing Qin Sidao, he subtly channeled his pure true energy into Qin Sidao's body through the tip of his sword upon clashing with Qin Sidao's pale gold sword 　　. 　　 Qin Sidao now understood that the one who had encouraged him with sword language was Lu Xiting, not his master. 　　Looking at Lu Xiting now, he no longer seemed so repulsive, and a hint of gratitude appeared in his eyes. As 　　their attacks clashed, the pace quickened, and Zhu Qingtian, watching from the sidelines, grew increasingly astonished, 　　his old face becoming terrifyingly somber. 　　 Lu Xiting, with his eagle eyes, while fighting Qin Sidao, kept a close watch on Zhu Qingtian out of the corner of his eye 　　. Seeing the glint in Zhu Qingtian's eyes, he sensed something and, fearing Zhu Qingtian 　　might see through his disguise, sharply raised his sword, signaling Qin Sidao to retreat immediately. 　　 Qin Sidao and Lu Xiting were from the same school, their swordsmanship naturally in sync. Seeing Lu Xiting's upward movement, Qin Sidao 　　understood the meaning and immediately executed the Seven Stars Retreat, retreating swiftly. The two fought further and further apart, already 　　dozens of feet away from Zhu Qingtian. Zhu Qingtian, however, stood motionless, his eyes cold. Just as the two figures 　　were about to disappear into tiny black dots, he suddenly shouted, flicked his sleeves, and leaped into the air, his feet creating a gust of wind as he swiftly 　　caught up with them in an instant. 　　 Qin Sidao, seeing Zhu Qingtian rushing towards him like the wind, raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance with Lu Xiting 　　, and was about to flee when he suddenly heard Lu Xiting beside him shout, "Foolish boy, don't move!" But by the 　　time the words left his mouth, it was too late; Qin Sidao had already run more than ten feet away. 　　 As expected, the moment Qin Sidao turned around, his vulnerable spot was exposed. He was now far enough from Lu Xiting 　　that he could no longer rely on him for protection. Zhu Qingtian caught up with him at lightning speed, flicking out a wisp of purple-black energy with his right index and middle fingers with a 　　"whoosh." 　　 Qin Sidao, running at breakneck speed like a whirlwind, suddenly felt a numbness in his back, followed by a piercing pain that shot through him...

His body's major meridians surged, his dantian barely able to gather its qi, and he instantly lost his balance,
tumbling and falling into the nearby woods. Lu Xiting inwardly cursed, knowing he was powerless to protect him now,
and shook his head with a sigh.
Qin Sidao rolled several times on the ground, then crashed into an ancient tree of the Qinhuai River with a thud. A
tremendous force pierced his body, twisting his internal organs, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Just
then, a piercing scream came from one end of the trees, and a
stunningly beautiful young woman, clad only in half a white robe, rushed out from the woods, scooped up the barely breathing Qin Sidao, and wept bitterly
.
This woman was Zi Die. She had been provoked by Qin Sidao's words and had run headlong forward,
but after a short while, she felt uneasy and, after much deliberation, couldn't help but circle back, hiding among the trees to
secretly observe. When she saw Qin Sidao lying on the ground, badly injured, she could no longer hold back and rushed forward to embrace him,
bursting into tears.
Qin Sidao struggled to open his eyes and saw himself being held in Zi Die's arms. Seeing her weeping
uncontrollably, his heart filled with sorrow, he felt a deep sadness as well. He slowly extended a bloodied finger and
gently wrote on her back: "A-Die, don't cry..."
Qin Sidao was now unable to utter a single word. Seeing that he was barely breathing, Zi Die felt a
pang of heartache and quickly wiped away her tears, saying, "Yes, A-Die, don't cry, A-Die, don't cry." Though she said she wouldn't cry, tears
streamed down her pale face like a burst dam.
Qin Sidao was heartbroken, but dared not show the slightest sorrow. He swallowed the blood in his throat, and with great difficulty raised his hand
to gently pat Zi Die's thin shoulder. Behind her, he wrote: "I love you... Live well!"
Zi Die knew that this was his final farewell to her. Her mind went blank, as if in a dream. She murmured
, "No, you won't die. A-Die will take you away. I'll take you away from this hellish place."
With that, she picked up the weak and listless Qin Sidao in her arms, and
ran with all her might into a dense forest in front of her.
At this moment, Lu Xiting saw the glint in Zhu Qingtian's eyes, as if he still wanted to step forward and kill the two, so he shook
his head and said, "Qin Sidao's life is nearing its end. Palace Masters, why don't you let them go?"
Zhu Qingtian chuckled upon hearing this, turned his head and glanced at Lu Xiting's dim eyes, and laughed, "What? Could it be
that Protector Lu has taken pity on me? You must know the principle that if you don't nip the problem in the bud, the consequences will be endless. If I don't
witness his death today, how can I sit peacefully in this corner of the Cold Moon Palace?"
With that, he flicked his sleeve and, amidst a burst of laughter, took off after them.
(To be continued
)

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