Ink Blade Chapter 60 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 60.1 Child (part 1)
The summer was coming to an end, and the weather was gradually entering autumn.
The letter requesting an exchange from Jiuzhong Palace was sent to the Alliance Leader Mansion, and the Alliance Leader Mansion indeed forwarded this letter to Yan Luo of the Wuxian Sect.
In the letter, Chu Yan set a date for Yan Luo to come to the appointment. The location was hundreds of miles outside Changqing City, a cliff that borders Southern Xinjiang.
The cliff forms a valley, forming a north-south pair, and only those with deep internal strength could transmit sound to each other on the cliff, which was indeed suitable for rivals in the Jianghu.
After reading the letter, Yan Luo sneered, turned his hand and burned it on the lamp, and said to Qi Qian who was waiting next to him. “Prepare a horse for me.”
On the way to the appointment to Jiuzhong Palace, Yan Luo suddenly remembered seven years ago.
How much can seven years change?
Seven years ago, he was still a self-proclaimed and frivolous young man. He had talent, sect, and appearance, and he considered himself the first among the younger generation in the Jianghu. He was arrogant and indulgent, and he did a lot of bad things behind his back.
Until the early spring of that year, he secretly led people to rob the five famous sword artifacts secretly transported back to the Jiuzhong Palace.
In the Jianghu, where the weak prey on the strong, the treasures naturally belong to the capable - this kind of thing, Yan Luo had done countless times in the past, and he was very skilled.
There were many people and great power, and it didn’t take much effort. It was just that the other party had a young attendant who used a black sword and fought desperately. He annoyed him and pierced the young man’s chest and abdomen with a sharp sword.
After changing to a new sword and returning to the sect, he was also proud for a while, but something happened a few days later. A noble and beautiful young man of the same age as him, with a disheveled robe, brought a sword and attacked his sect.
The disciples who came to stop him, the young man did not kill or seriously injure them, just broke their swords one by one, and then said: I am looking for Yan Luo, let him roll out and suffer death.
He was angry and fought, but he was defeated miserably. His face was stepped on by the young man, and the brand-new sword was broken into three sections.
The young man’s surname was a single character Chu, and he was the fourth young master of Jiuzhong Palace in Tianlan Mountain.
The head of the sect was alarmed, holding a sword and looking at him who was in an extremely embarrassed state. The voice was cold to the bone, saying that he was killing people and stealing goods, and his heart was not right, and he was not worthy to be a disciple under his sect. Then a palm hit his lower abdomen, and he was in pain for a moment - the dantian was completely destroyed, there was only a palm’s distance between the pride of heaven and the waste.
He stood there in a daze, as if struck by a bolt from the blue.
The unparalleled handsome young master of Jiuzhong Palace had already left gracefully, and none of the brothers who used to flatter him pleaded for him.
He dragged his severely injured body, biting his bloody teeth, staggering and confused, almost vomiting blood with every step he took out of the sect. Since then, he had been wandering around the Jianghu, tasting all kinds of human warmth and coldness, bitterness and sourness, but only hatred was more deeply engraved in his heart.
Later, by accident, he fell into the hands of a foreign tribe in Southern Xinjiang, was taken away from the Central Plains, and went to be a poison tester for the Wuxian Sect.
It was then that he met Bai Hua in the poisonous insect cave of the Wuxian Sect.
The poisonous insect cave was dark and weird, crawling with poisonous creatures. Although Yan Luo had lost his internal strength, fortunately, his moves were still there. He broke a tree branch and barely waved away the poisonous insects and snakes, groping the mossy cave wall, trying to find an exit.
Suddenly, it was bright in front of him, the end of the cave was full of poisonous insects, and a child in a white dress was sitting abruptly. The child tilted his chin, and the light from the top of the cave fell on him, looking like a mural depicting legends of a different race.
Yan Luo was dazzled, but he saw a poisonous snake above the child’s head, baring its fangs, ready to pounce.
He subconsciously threw the branch in his hand.
Even now, when Yan Luo recalled the moment he made his move, he still didn’t think he did it out of some ridiculous kindness. It’s just that the child was born beautiful. After all, if there was a piece of beautiful jade about to fall and shatter in front of you, wouldn’t a normal person just catch it?
——Thud!
The branch hit its abdomen, and the soft snake fell down and landed on the ground of the cave.
The child in the white dress turned around in response, with red lips and white teeth, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a bright spot in the center of his eyebrows, and he was so beautiful that he didn’t look like a person.
Suddenly a centipede crawled out of his collar, and its dense limbs crawled up the child’s soft neck.
Yan Luo’s heart jumped, seeing this scene, where would he not know that this child is a person from the Wuxian Sect? He was annoyed: His shot just now was meddling in other people’s business.
The child in white didn’t care, he just looked at the dead snake with some surprise. Then he bent his clear eyes and looked at Yan Luo with a chuckle, “Eh, strange big brother, where are you from?”
At that time, Bai Hua was not called Bai Hua. His surname was Zhong, he was the only son of the leader of the Wuxian Sect, and the future leader of the sect.
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On the cliff, the long wind blew, and there was a smell of blood in the wind.
When Yan Luo came on horseback, Chu Yan was already waiting there. Surprisingly, Chu Yan was also alone, the black gold cloud patterned cloak was blown open by the wind, and the young palace master’s expression was neither sad nor happy.
On the north side of the cliff where Chu Yan stood, a wooden flagpole was erected early.
A person was bound to the flagpole with a hemp rope.
Bai Hua’s white clothes were already tattered and stained with blood, making it impossible to see the original color. He hung his head, his black hair scattered in the wind, not knowing whether he was unconscious or awake.
A few days ago, in the dim Punishment Hall, the Punishment Hall Master of Jiuzhong Palace had administered severe punishment to this body over and over again. The torture tore the delicate skin and flesh, broke the delicate bones, and made this pampered beauty scream, collapse, struggle, faint in pain, and wake up in pain again and again.
Now he was hung high, like a broken wind chime that could no longer make a sound, gently swaying, and blood was dripping down.
There was no expression on Yan Luo’s face, and Bai Hua’s miserable state could not make him frown, he just sneered. “So the famous Palace Master Chu can be so cruel and ruthless.”
Chu Yan stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly, “It’s not as good as Sect Leader Yan’s iron heart.”
Yan Luo snorted, smiled gloomily and said, “The Palace Master over-praised, but… is it just to show me this human flagpole when you call Yan Luo today?”
Chu Yan said in a deep voice, “After three days of torture, he didn’t say anything. When he was in extreme pain, he kept crying and calling for his master.”
Yan Luo raised his eyebrows, “So?”
Behind the cliff on the north side, between a dense forest, there was a carriage parked from the Jiuzhong Palace.
Mo Ren wrapped in a fur coat sat in the carriage, silent with lowered eyes. Just as Lin Yun said, his body was declining very quickly.
Qiu Jin was accompanying him, listening to the voice over there, she couldn’t help but spit out, “God, I knew this Yan Luo was not just something, but I didn’t expect it to be such a something!?”
Mo Ren still didn’t speak. He had expected this result a long time ago, after all, Bai Hua had been lurking in Jiuzhong Palace for ten years in his previous life.
Yan Luo was willing to let him lurk in Jiuzhong Palace for ten years, even if there was once a time when his sword could almost pierce through Bai Hua's heart.
So this time, presumably…
“Yan Luo, this Master has no intention of talking nonsense with you.”
In front of the cliff, after a few moments of silence, Chu Yan took the lead and said, “One life for another, hand over the antidote to the poison that this Master’s guard has taken, and you can take away Bai Hua. As long as the Wuxian Sect does not offend the Central Plains in the future, all the previous poisonings, the Jiuzhong Palace can forgive.”
