Chapter 915: Chapter 541: As the Emperor’s Grace Nourishes Like Rain, My Wrath Thunders Like Lightning Li Bai hadn’t seen little Qian’er cry in a long time. The last time she cried so intensely was earlier in the year when they accompanied the young lady back to the mansion for her wedding. After the ceremony, they had just boarded the Fuyou—a floating mountain used as the Cloud Sea Ferry—at Longquan Crossing to return to Du You City. On that day, she ran from the base of Fuyou Mountain to the top, then circled from the south side to the back, leaping and frowning, looking longingly. Yet, there was no sight of a certain someone. Zhao Rong, who had broken the promise to exchange pendants on their wedding night, did not come to see them off. At that time, the little girl thought this departure would be a farewell forever. He would head south to Tranquility State without looking back, without a ‘goodbye’… Li Bai flashed into a bamboo forest, and Zhao Qian’er immediately ran up, her peach blossom eyes red and swollen from crying. The little girl punched and kicked the sword-bearing man without saying a word. Li Bai shut his mouth immediately, standing straight. He lowered his head and squinted his eyes, silently enduring the hits. Little Qian’er cried while hitting, “Wuwuwuu you ran off to where… why are you only coming now… only now… Rong’er brother… Rong’er brother wuwuwu…” The sword-bearing man’s head turned aside, taking another powder-fist to the face. The girl, sent by her sweetheart a thousand miles away, tearfully and anxiously recounted the recent danger at the Bamboo Forest Courtyard. Li Bai held his sword in silence and listened. At a certain moment, the pretty girl whose face was smeared with tears stopped her hammering, suddenly squatting down, her small frame curling up and burying her head. “Rong’er brother… Rong…” The sword-bearing man looked down, noticing her shoulders heaving twice violently, and then she stood up abruptly, lifting her head. It was a tear-soaked yet extraordinarily cold and pale face. It had been nearly a quarter of an hour since little Qian’er had been sent away by Zhao Rong. Fu Yao against Golden Core, and having exhausted all moves… even if it were Heaven’s Will versus Golden Core, it’s nearly impossible to hold out for the time it takes a stick of incense to burn halfway. This was accounting for the deliberate torture time expected of the disfigured old Confucian Scholar; at the most, it was only half a stick of incense time. Li Bai pressed his lips together. Seemingly transformed into a different person, the previously sobbing pretty girl now calmly locked eyes with Li Bai, speaking each word with force. The sword-bearing man silently nodded. “I… have to bring him back. Miss and I cannot do without him… I want that dirty, despicable old beast dead!” Li Bai regarded her and nodded. Little Qian’er’s pretty face was extremely cold, “And that Zhang Huizhi who betrayed him, and… all accomplices who orchestrated this incident.” Her pale cheeks puffed out, her bloodless pink lips forcefully expelling each word from her heart: “They all must die, none shall escape.” “That old beast is at the Golden Core Realm, and might have hidden half his real power… You, must not hide your talents any longer,” she said. Li Bai smiled, nodding again. The girl stared at him with her usual clear voice slightly hoarse: “He has a mysterious pipe, origin unknown, grade uncertain, specifically countering sword cultivators. The sword qi for protection given to me by Tranquility Mansion and Mr. Bai was all restrained, absorbed into it, even the Protective Sword Card from Tranquility Mansion.” The man holding the sword tightened his embrace around his sword, still nodding. The cold girl’s Lifebound Flying Sword had been seized with its accompanying sword, yet she remained filled with fighting spirit, imposing in her demeanor. With a slight incline of her head and a deep breath, she suddenly said, “That old beast and Zhang Huizhi colluded with premeditation. They may have already prepared follow-ups to deal with you.” Wearing green clothes, the sword-bearing man smiled brightly, showing a mouthful of white teeth. Follow-ups? Hah let them come. Zhao Qian’er nodded vigorously, her eyes suddenly turning cold, wanting to turn around. At this moment, the sword-bearing man reached into his bosom, pulling out a small ancient sword entwined with countless fine purple-black lightning bolts, and tossed it to Zhao Qian’er. The girl’s movement halted, turning back to catch the sword. The air within the bamboo forest faintly resonated with distant ancient thunder sounds. This exceptional young girl, who stood head and shoulders above others in the same realm in Residence Students just after entering Tranquility Mansion, appeared delicate and graceful as she gracefully stood there, her slender right hand grasping the equally slender small sword. Placed horizontally in front of her, the sword aligned with her eyebrows. The ancient small sword was two feet seven inches long, entirely purple-black, surrounded by lightning of the same color. Inside the slender blade seemed to lurk powerful and terrifying thunderous might. Among natural forces, thunder was the most awe-inspiring. And this sword seemed to conceal a terrifying ‘Thunder Pond.’ This was the subtle feeling of this cold girl who had just lost her Lifebound Sword. She even felt that the ancient and simple sword was nearly slipping from her grasp, her palm burning hot. The relationship between a Lifebound Flying Sword and its bound Lifebound Sword is akin to an arm with its fingers; however strong the arm, without fingers to form a fist, how can it be used? Now separated, she felt the pain of a soul being torn. Yet she still maintained a cold face, even as the two types of pain overlapped. The cold girl trembled all over but held the sword without letting go. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 The man watched the girl and the sword. This sword once belonged to an old friend. An ill-tempered old lady from the northern Kunpeng Continent. That year, he was not yet the so-called ‘former residence of Marquis Mansion,’ and had no regard for the Zhao’s Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Bird. That year, he believed the most handsome outfit in the world of masters was blood-red clothes, entering with sword held high, drinking wine and slaying demons. Back then, the sword he liked to hold in his arms was not this one, but one named after a certain human clan’s Supreme Patriarch. Clad in blood-red garments, embracing it was like embracing the entire world.