Chapter 17: Qin Ling Appears Chu Wen'an? Jiang Yu lowered her head to look at the man on the ground. Unlike the Chu Wen'an she had met before, this man had a much higher level of cultivation and was handsome. However, someone had stepped on his head and his face was covered in blood. No one was in the mood to appreciate his appearance. The long sword was suddenly pulled out of his chest. Chu Wen'an didn't even have time to groan. He only heard someone snorting and laughing in his ear, and the long sword was stabbed back mercilessly. Jiang Yu was raised in Xuyun Mountain since she was a child and was not allowed to interact with outsiders. Even when she was practicing with people her mother and others brought in, the other party would control the speed very well when fighting with her. Therefore, the biggest injury she had ever suffered in her life was when she accidentally cut her hand while practicing sword. She frowned slightly, finding it hard to imagine the pain Chu Wen'an was feeling at the moment. She could only hear a faint sound from his opening and closing lips. He is asking what to do. Amid the guards' cold snorts, he could only try hard to look in the direction of the Sang family, slowly closed his eyes, and lost his life. This was the last scene Jiang Yu and his companions saw before the next scene change. The last scene was not much different from what Jiang Yu and the others had seen outside the yard before. Miss Sang was trapped at home because she was seriously injured. She stared at the letter sent by Chu Wen'an saying that he would take her away and cried every day, waiting for her lover to come and save her. Until a strong wind started and the sky darkened, the head of the Sang family stepped into the courtyard, brutally slaughtered all the maids in the courtyard, pressed Sang Ru on the stone table and dug out her spiritual roots.
No one could save her. The maid who might have been a little soft-hearted towards her was killed by the head of the Sang family. Three hundred years ago, there was no Jiang Yu and the others standing outside the yard trying to get in. Sang Ru lay on the gate and looked out, only to see a group of Sang family guards blocking the door, staring coldly at everything in the room, blocking her way. No matter how hard she begged, even though blood and tears flowed all over the ground, no one dared to move aside. No one could help her. Jiang Yu and the others understood this very clearly. Her sister had already been killed by the head of the Sang family with a cup of poisoned wine, and her lover had also died at the hands of the Sang family. Just as Qin Ling assigned the task, there might be only a few people who could rescue her from the yard, but there were far more people who could stop her from leaving. She clearly felt the pain and collapse as her spiritual roots were stripped away and the spiritual energy circulating in her body dissipated bit by bit. She tried to run out of the yard, but was blocked by the guards outside the gate. The pain of having her spiritual roots dug out made her collapse to the ground. She begged desperately, but could only watch as the head of the Sang family approached with a sullen face, and the gate was slammed shut. Before she completely lost consciousness, Sang Ru turned her head to look at Sang Ju who was regulating his breathing not far away. His face was full of surprise. It wouldn't be long before the spiritual power that originally belonged to her would begin to nourish him. Sang Ru suddenly understood the purpose of her father sending people to urge her to practice. On the one hand, he forbade her to practice the Qu family's martial arts, but on the other hand, he required her to work hard to improve her skills. The spiritual roots gave her spiritual power, and the spiritual power in turn nourished the spiritual roots. It turned out that all of this was for Sang Ju, and she was just a tool to nourish Sang Ju's spiritual roots. Sang Ru didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her life seemed to be draining away along with her blood and strength. She vaguely remembered the letter in her room. She had been looking forward to Chu Wen'an's coming, but she didn't know when he would come. But now that she was about to die, she really didn't want him to come. Before her death, Sang Ru burst out with a powerful hatred, but she was too weak, so weak that even the remaining spiritual power in her body could not function. She only said to the head of the Sang family, "There is reincarnation after all," and closed her eyes forever. Chu Wen'an was right. His sweetheart was trapped here, trapped here forever. And the man who vowed to take her away had already collapsed outside the door. The trial seemed not to be over yet. Before stepping into another space, Jiang Yu and his companions looked back at the last scene. Not long after Sang Ru passed away, a wounded man happily ran into the Sang Mansion, carefully took out the magic herb still stained with blood, and handed it to the pharmacist in the mansion with great expectation: "I found the magic herb that can make my sister better!" The man who ran over was young and immature. Sang Yang was standing next to Jiang Yu. He was dazed and called out softly, "Daddy..." They suddenly fell into darkness again. The story ended, and the disciples in the secret realm and the elders outside the secret realm held their breath. The head of the Sang family was taken to the high platform by the elders. Disciples were teleported out of the secret realm one after another, looking up and denouncing the head of the Sang family in hatred.
The head of the Sang family was still quibbling. He insisted that all the plots were made up by Qin Ling. She knew the story of the Sang family from somewhere and made them up. “If that’s the case!” A disciple with red eyes said angrily, and his voice, which was wrapped in spiritual power, reached everyone’s ears, “Why don’t you send someone to the Sang Family Ancestral Hall to see if the two young ladies’ life lamps are still lit!” "How dare you!" The head of the Sang family was not willing to be outdone, "The people of the Immortal Sect value the ancestral hall so much, how can we allow outsiders to enter!" When Sang Feng slowly walked out from behind the crowd, the head of the Sang family was still whispering to him in secret, saying that if one prospers, all prosper, and if one suffers, all suffer. Sang Feng stood in front of the crowd, with sunlight pouring down, hiding most of his expression. His lips were too pale, and when he slightly raised his head to look at the head of the Sang family, only those who were close to him could see his expression clearly. Sang's expression was full of indifference. If it weren't for his still trembling hands and red eyes, everyone would have thought that he had no feelings about his sister's death. "Why not?" Sang Feng's eyes showed some hatred when he stood in front of the head of the Sang family. He pulled the corner of his mouth coldly, "If this is the only way to prove my father's innocence, I believe the ancestors of the Sang family will not blame you too much? Even if you are unwilling to open it, your son cannot watch the reputation of the Sang family being humiliated. Your son is willing to open the ancestral hall and let all the elders see it-" He smiled sarcastically, his eyes becoming increasingly cold: "At least this will clear my father's name." "Rebellious son!" Patriarch Sang angrily said, barely maintaining his "demeanor" as Patriarch Sang, forcing himself not to rush up and fight him, "When will it be your turn to speak in the Sang family?" Sang Feng's eyebrows did not move: "Yes, I just -" Before he finished speaking, something unexpected happened to the water mirrors of Jiang Yu and others. All the disciples had been forcibly sent out of the secret realm by Qin Ling. They were all furious and denounced the head of the Sang family, wanting justice for what happened to Sang Yue and others a hundred years ago. Their reason was controlled by their emotions, so much so that it was not until the water mirror of Jiang Yu and the others reappeared on the screen that the disciples of the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect realized that their senior brothers and sisters were still trapped in the secret realm. Along with the princess and prince of the demon world. Jiang Yu and his companions were still in Sang Ru's yard. Two of them sat at the stone table, and the other three stood behind the two girls with cold expressions. What was different from the previous times was that Jiang Yu and his companions no longer appeared as bystanders. They were like when they first entered the secret realm, able to touch everything in the world. Also, there was an extra guqin on the table and the guqin spirit opposite it was about to cry. "It's been three hundred years." Qin Ling sobbed, tears falling down, "I can finally make these things public." Sang Feng, who was outside the secret realm, looked up in astonishment and found that the crying Qin Ling had a face exactly like his elder sister. (End of this chapter)