Chapter 297

"Has sister learned it?" the girl in the middle of the field whispered.

Li Piaoqing moved her gaze over, and Miss Yi Chengxin was looking at her with cold eyes.

Li Piaoqing's heart sank. She realized that the other side clearly saw her dead end. Miss Yi Chengxin and her were equally clear that she was difficult to support through the next heart poison inversion.

The fourth trial didn't arrive in a hurry. Miss Yi Chengxin watched her quietly and patiently. After obtaining most of the ancestors' cultivation, the girl's eyes, which were like thin ice in winter, seemed to be able to penetrate the chest cavity.

Li Piaoqing suddenly felt some chill.

"... Sister seems to have thought of a way to kill me." She whispered, "What is it?"

Li Piaoqing's heart clenched violently, losing color for the first time.

"Looks like I guessed right." Miss Yi Chengxin still looked at her, "Sister... hasn't prepared yet, wants to support through this round first, right?"

Li Piaoqing tightened her face without a word.

She realized that the first three heart candle trials had not left nothing behind.

When she was tempering her heart with them, the other side had also clearly captured the trajectory of her heart. Although she couldn't know her thoughts, she could vaguely feel her tension and relaxation, choices and trends.

"Looks like I guessed right again." Miss Yi Chengxin smiled faintly. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the complex white dense array, as if a spider emperor looking down at the little worm before her. The firefly-like points of light were rising and sublimating in the air more and more densely.

"Unfortunately," she said coldly, "there is no chance."

The gray-white world descended for the fourth time.

After being tempered by the heart candles of six generations of ancestors, the heart-spirit technique of this generation's Proclamation Son of the Pupil Vein Dragon Descendants had gradually approached ghosts and gods. In Li Piaoqing's chest, the fourth heart candle that was inverted became a cluster of burning black flames in an instant.

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Li Piaoqing opened her eyes weakly in a trance again, and in front of her was the yellow and moist candlelight.

The nearby candle flame made her a bit dry-mouthed, but she supported her arm, and just wanted to move her body, all kinds of violent pain rushed to her brain together.

The girl bit her teeth tightly and hissed a cold breath from between her teeth.

What entered her eyes was the familiar furnishings, exactly the side room of the Emerald Feather main hall. In the room separated by a wall, low and heavy conversations came faintly.

Ji Ji Shijie Shen's voice was a bit trembling, and she had been talking, but Li Piaoqing couldn't hear what she was saying; Zhang Shixiong Chu added a sentence or two from time to time, his voice was louder and steadier, but also a bit changed.

"Little junior sister didn't tell us anything..."

Several nasal and low echoes sounded at this time, and Li Piaoqing realized that there were many more people in the room than she imagined.

After a long silence, it was Master's hoarse voice, and the already weak throat was like being weighed down by a thousand catties of iron at this time: "... Mm, I know."

Thus Li Piaoqing remembered what had happened.

She gambled everything on Emerald Feather, ambushing the soul-taking person of the Huan Death Tower.

But finally, it failed.

Mr. Lu died, everything was destroyed by the Seven Serpents Cave, leaving only her alone to accept the judgment of the desperate eyes of the Emerald Feather Sword Sect.

And the Huan Death Tower, which was alarmed, would soon come to smooth everything here.

Li Piaoqing looked at the candlelight blankly, her heart like dead ashes.

She didn't know why she didn't die with the senior uncle by the lake. Now the surrounding air choked her a bit, and trembling panic grew from the depths of her heart.

She didn't want to wake up at all, nor did she want to face anyone. She wanted to extinguish the candlelight illuminating her face beside her.

The girl almost bit her lip until it bled.

But she finally supported herself again in front of the string that was about to tighten.

I don't know how many times she had won, in short, in the bleak candlelight, the wooden door of the inner room was pushed open with a "creak," and the girl supporting her wounded body appeared before everyone with a pale face.

The conversation cut off suddenly.

In the dead silence, more than a dozen gazes fell on her, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was about to collapse.

"I'll tell everyone what I know." she said weakly, her tired eyes still revealing a kind of flatness, "We'll find a way out again."

When she decided to gamble with the Seven Serpents Cave and the Huan Death Tower, she didn't think about what would happen if she lost. In that kind of gamble that overdraws life, no matter how she thought, if she lost, there was only a dead end.

But when she really reached this kind of ending, Li Piaoqing would absolutely not sit still and wait for death.

It was just another deeper desperate situation, just another more difficult starting point.

She stood before the Emerald Feather sect members again.

In this night meeting, Li Piaoqing didn't show any fragility. She sat in the chair, actively brought up every sharp and bloody trade-off, personally finalized every detail, and led this gathering without any evasion or abandonment.

But when the east was about to dawn and the main hall dispersed, she did feel that something was different.

Silent nods, perfunctory echoes, everyone was absent-minded. Li Piaoqing saw from afar that after walking out of the main hall, Ji Ji Shijie Shen and several fellow disciples and elders walked toward another side hall.

Didn't tell her what they were going to talk about.

Li Piaoqing suddenly realized where the real test was. Compared to the difficulty of the situation, what made her heart clench even more was the eyes of the sect members that no longer trusted her.

Footsteps dragged behind her. She turned her head, and Li Weiru walked over from behind.

"... Master, I..." The girl looked at this kind face, and the long-suppressed tears suddenly couldn't be controlled.

"It's okay." Li Weiru gently leaned her head on her shoulder and patted her gently.

But said a sentence that made her heart and lungs cold: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about the sect's affairs these days, just heal your wounds."

Li Piaoqing still wanted to manage.

She had always regarded herself as the helmsman of Emerald Feather. Even if everyone didn't trust her, she believed that she was the one on the right path.

They had never dealt with Heavenly Mountain, nor did they know what the Huan Death Tower was. In the next few days, Li Piaoqing didn't have a smile on her face, and coldly and forcefully held every matter in her own hands.

She could feel the generation of estrangement, and could feel those strange eyes looking at her. Outside the mountain gate, all kinds of tragic news began to arrive one after another. Li Piaoqing didn't know when she would reach her limit, only one belief supported her—she must bring the Emerald Feather Sword Sect out of this desperate situation again.

At the same time, she was also indulging another thing happening in the sect—Ji Ji Shijie Shen, Zhang Shixiong Chu, Senior Uncle Qingshan... their secret meetings became more and more frequent. When walking through the sword field late at night, the faint lamp light in the side hall always reflected a few figures.

She clearly felt that those sharp edges were gathering on her.

The girl had never thought that such a thing as sect fratricide would happen in Emerald Feather, but under the high pressure that everything was about to perish, this thing that shouldn't have happened revealed clues.

(End of chapter)