The old servant murdered the master.
Who could have thought of that?
Not to mention the surrounding onlookers, even Gu Qingshan and those people from Biluo Sword Valley were utterly shocked and speechless.
This sudden reversal truly caught everyone off guard.
In the eerily silent scene, the only sound was the blood dripping from the short sword.
"Elder, be it in the mundane world or after Gu Shuheng's death, I advised Gu Zhiqing to consider the bigger picture and not defy the orders of Sword Valley, but she not only refused to listen but also threatened to kill me."
Gu Xiulan seized the opportunity to meticulously list Gu Zhiqing's series of crimes, and finally did not forget to express her loyalty, "As a servant, I cannot interfere with her decisions, I often feel deeply distressed."
"Today, although I have committed a great crime by overstepping my bounds, my loyalty to Biluo Sword Valley is as clear as day."
"Please, Elder, understand clearly!"
This speech not only erased any trace of her disloyalty in killing her master, but instead highlighted her integrity and determined loyalty to Sword Valley.
In reality, she was nothing but a fence-sitter.
Seeing Gu Zhiqing severely wounded and clearly not being able to survive today, Gu Xiulan, as a servant, even if she didn't take action throughout the whole process, would likely be held accountable by Gu Qingshan after the event concluded.
Thus, she decisively chose to betray, turning passivity into initiative.
Otherwise, once Gu Zhiqing was killed, even if she knelt and begged, nothing would help.
"Not bad." Gu Qingshan nodded, expressing his approval.
However, just as the Elder was about to say something, his face twitched uncontrollably, greatly shocked in his heart.
Whoosh!
The large field was in an uproar.
The woman who lay in a pool of blood stood up once again, slowly raising her sword.
Is she going to fight again?
Sounds of sharp intakes of breath rose one after another.
No matter how today's events conclude, this woman will be remembered, and from this perspective, isn't she a victor?
"Cough, cough."
Gu Zhiqing's figure was unsteady, supporting herself with her longsword, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with one hand, she glanced lightly at Gu Xiulan, slightly raised her head, and stared coldly at the dome.
The crowd's gaze was fixed on her.
Silence.
Only the strong wind was like a drum.
A few strands of hair, not yet matted with blood, fluttered in the wind.
Tragic, heroic.
Tears trickled down her face.
Was it unwillingness, pain, or perhaps relief?
Or was it purely the wind blurring her eyes?
Many were silently indignant and grieving.
This woman only wished to protect her dignity; the man she once loved was mercilessly killed by people of Biluo Sword Valley, how could she possibly return?
She just wanted to live alone, to see the Myriad Mile Territory and splendid landscapes for him.
Nothing more.
However, even such a simple thing was still strangled.
By this point, the surrounding thousands of people could all see it, so one can imagine how Gu Zhiqing felt.
"Gu Zhiqing, lower your head and live on first..."
"Only living brings hope, there's no need to stubbornly resist him."
Perhaps out of compassion, or possibly empathy, many people suggested.
Aside from life and death, everything is trivial.
In many cases, especially for many people, this is indeed the case.
"I hate it!"
Gu Zhiqing laughed miserably, "I hate this unjust world, I hate this heartless society!"
Every word was enunciated slowly, like ice crystals, so much so that the air within a hundred meters suddenly chilled, as if the air temperature dropped to freezing in an instant, enveloping the entire area in a bone-chilling cold.
More than anything, there was a sense of sorrow.
Clang!
Gu Xiulan's short sword clattered to the ground.
Gu Zhiqing, already heavily wounded and with less than a tenth of her strength remaining, was unprepared as she raised her sword to block, with a loud boom, sparks flew in all directions.
Gu Zhiqing flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, with blood spraying recklessly, as if it cost nothing.
"You bitch, forgot your family name?"
Gu Xiulan approached Gu Zhiqing slowly, holding the blood-stained short sword, coldly mocking, "Do you have any idea of the sins you've committed?"
"Now Elder Qingshan kindly overlooks your faults, but you repaid us not only by failing to appreciate kindness but even tried to murder our kin. Do you really think we're all saints who don't dare to kill you?"
"Cough, cough..."
A ghastly scar marred Gu Zhiqing's chest, some spots revealing bone, as she coughed up blood in large amounts, her weak right hand reaching out for her sword.
Bam.
Gu Xiulan stomped on her, baring her teeth in a cold smile, "Gu Zhiqing, didn't expect today to come, did you? You can't blame me, it's you who wants to die; I haven't had enough of living."
"After all, you're destined to die today anyway, so why not fulfill my wishes! I believe with your kind nature, you wouldn't blame me, right?"
Gu Xiulan lowered her voice, a wicked smile spreading across her face, "Rest assured, after you're gone, I'll find a beautiful place to bury you. After all, we've been master and servant for some time."
"What are you waiting for, kill her." Gu Qingshan gave the final order.
"Yes, Elder!"
Gu Xiulan nodded in agreement, lifting her short sword, a cruel smile spreading across her wrinkled face like orange peel.
Clang!
A sudden sword cry burst through the sky.
Huh?
Gu Xiulan sensed something, and just as she raised her head, she felt a strong gust of wind sweep past.
"What?!"
Instinctively raising her short sword, her whole arm and the sword were pierced through.
Completely unguarded, Gu Xiulan was knocked into the air, blood splattering mid-flight, and she crashed heavily on the ground seven or eight meters away.
"This..."
Everyone on the field was dumbstruck and paralyzed in place.
"Ah..."
Gu Xiulan lay wrapped in blood, convulsing uncontrollably, low growls emanating from her throat, sending chills all over.
Tap, tap, tap.
A young man slowly entered the field amidst everyone's gaze.
"Are you alright?"
The youth was Chen Yang himself, standing beside Gu Zhiqing, he asked casually.
Clearly, Gu Zhiqing was momentarily stunned.
Evidently, she could not have imagined that this man would appear here and assist her.
Though they had met a few times, their relationship was not exactly good.
But he...
Seeing that Gu Zhiqing was not in mortal danger, Chen Yang said nothing more, turning slowly, his gaze sweeping across until it fixed on Gu Qingshan, "Those people, I killed them, any questions, come to me."
"Who are you to dare..." Gu Qingshan almost blurted out, but halfway through, his gaze turned icy, "Are you Chen Yang?"
"If you can't understand human speech, I can repeat it." Chen Yang replied.
Gu Qingshan: "..."
Everyone: "..."
This guy has quite a temper.
"..."