binnovel Chapter 232 Why can't he be killed?
Chapter 232 Why can't he be killed?
Nine-tiered palace.
The top of the Zhongmi Hall.
The four True Lords, who were sitting quietly cross-legged in front of the twelve golden pillars, suddenly opened their eyes almost at the same time.
Looking at the golden pillar that was faintly glowing in front of them, they were first astonished, then looked at each other for a few moments, and stood up in ecstasy.
They knew then that the deity had not perished...
It's here! It's finally here!
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Meanwhile, inside the underground palace of the Nine Extremes Altar.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the man in the blue robe who had been sitting still finally awoke from his meditative state.
He was breathing heavily and did not get up immediately.
Only after using his divine sense to explore the surroundings and confirming that it was safe did he step out from the corner.
Looking again at the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, they found that the figure in the middle was still in a state of cultivation, but his face was red, which seemed to indicate that he was going into a state of demonic possession. He probably wouldn't wake up for a while.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, relaxed his guard a little, and only then did he dare to examine the other person closely.
The woman looked slightly older than him and had an ordinary appearance... His gaze slowly moved downwards, and when it fell on the crystal-black bracelet on her wrist, he froze on the spot.
"What is this?" he murmured, moving closer to the barrier and following the path of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye. The more he looked at the bracelet, the deeper his brows furrowed.
is her? !
The black-robed man he encountered at the trading market who stole his sunflower flowers!
I never expected to run into her here.
Not only that... the man in the blue robe had a moment of distraction in his eyes, as if he was recalling something.
The more he pondered, the deeper the coldness in his eyes became.
This bracelet is not made of ordinary obsidian, but rather from a liquid crystal extracted from obsidian.
It takes tens of thousands of obsidian stones to extract a tiny amount of black liquid, about the size of a sesame seed. The amount needed to create such a large bracelet is unimaginable.
If he remembered correctly, he had seen the bracelet before, on a painting depicting an infant in swaddling clothes.
Could this woman be the baby in the portrait?!
He was startled by his own thought, and the thought of where the portrait was located and who owned it made his face even colder.
After a moment of deep thought, he tapped the ring with his finger.
A bell-shaped cover, golden in color, engraved with nine divine dragons and adorned with black tassels, appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, the man in the green robe caused the bell to suddenly swell, transforming into a massive form. The dragon patterns seemed to awaken in the golden light, its head held high. Then, with a tap of his fingertip, it slowly covered the bell, tightly trapping the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye within.
As the bell-shaped cover fell, the two extreme energies of hot and cold were firmly isolated within, and no matter how they clashed, they could not escape from inside.
The Nine-Fire Divine Dragon Cover, which can trap and imprison enemies, is a top-grade divine artifact with nine flames burning. Unless he personally retrieves it, no one can break it.
Time is of the essence, so this person should wait until the competition is over and discuss it with his mother before making a decision.
If this woman is indeed the person in the portrait, then... she must not be allowed to live.
He took a deep look at the obsidian bracelet on her hand before turning and leaving.
Guan Xun was still immersed in the illusion and was naturally unaware of what was happening outside.
The illusions shifted endlessly, with scenes of abyss cliffs, celestial palaces, and seas of fire appearing one after another, some of which were shared by them, others bizarre and beautiful.
During this time, she swung her sword and killed him countless times, but as the scene changed, he kept regenerating.
In the end, her swordplay gradually slowed down, the anxiety in her eyes faded, leaving only indifference. Even the force of her sword swings weakened. After nearly a hundred cycles, she had long since lost her temper.
The illusion shifted abruptly again.
Within the Nine-Tiered Palace, the largest bathing pool in the Side Hall comes into view.
White gauze draped down, obscuring the mist, while hot water shimmered under the lamplight, and the Imperial Tutor was currently immersed in the pool.
His silver hair was wet and clung to his shoulders, his clothes were slightly disheveled, and his expression remained indifferent.
Guan Xun sheathed his sword, his brow furrowed, and his tone lost all its ferocity, replaced by utter helplessness: "Why can't you kill him?"
The Imperial Tutor's eyelashes fluttered, and he indifferently raised his eyes to look at her, his voice as faint as the mist on the surface of a pond: "Have you killed enough?"
It actually spoke?
Guan Xun was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips.
With a flick of her finger, the longsword vanished into specks of light. She walked slowly toward the edge of the bath, her eyes still filled with helplessness and a hint of bewilderment that was hard to define.
Reaching the edge of the pool, she bent down slightly, holding onto the cool edge while looking down at the person in the water, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the texture of the damp stone wall.
"Ugh."
With a soft sigh, she asked slowly, her tone tinged with a hint of probing: "Is it because you hid your obsession within the Heavenly Infant Cicada Flower that you can't be killed?"
The Imperial Tutor's eyes remained unmoved as he silently gazed at her, the pool water rippling around him without revealing the slightest flaw.
Seeing that he didn't answer, she raised an eyebrow and asked with a hint of mischief, "Your obsession persists, is it because you hate me for picking you?"
The Imperial Tutor's eyes flickered slightly, a complex emotion surging beneath his cool demeanor, seemingly filled with melancholy, yet he ultimately just pursed his lips and remained silent.
After a moment of silence, with the white veil swaying gently in the breeze, he slowly spoke, his voice colder than the pool water, tinged with an almost imperceptible sigh: "Is that what you think?"
"Otherwise what? If you don't say anything, how can anyone guess what you're thinking?" Guan Xun raised an eyebrow and asked rhetorically, her long eyelashes glistening with moisture, seemingly carrying a seductive allure as she stared intently at him. "Hmm?"
As she spoke softly, her gaze swept from her wet hair over her Adam's apple before settling back into her icy blue eyes.
Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and took off her outer garment. The sound of the fabric lightly brushing against her skin was particularly clear in the silence. She casually tossed it behind the stone platform by the pool and stepped into the pool.
As the hot water reached her ankles, she deliberately wiggled her toes, splashing tiny droplets of water, and walked forward step by step. The water rippled up her skirt and up to her waist, soaking the fabric halfway through.
The Imperial Tutor's eyes darkened, and a hint of emotion seemed to appear in his cold pupils. His fingertips, resting on the edge of the pool, turned faintly white.
Guan Xun stopped half a step in front of him. In the misty air, their breaths almost mingled together.
She leaned down slightly, her fingertip lightly touching the mark on his forehead, and whispered, "Or... is it because you can't kill me that you can't bear to part with me?"
The Imperial Tutor stiffened slightly, his eyes suddenly darkening to a point that could drown someone. He abruptly reached out and grabbed the wrist that was pointing at his brow.
His fingertips pressed tightly against her slightly cool skin, his grip tightening until he held her hand firmly in his palm...
His icy gaze fixed on her, a suppressed emotion finally welling up within him, so intense it was almost palpable. He then slowly lowered his head, his thin lips covering Guan Xun's palm, warmed by the dampness of the pool water and his own body, and gently kissed it.
A hint of restraint lingered in their tenderness. He looked up, his warm breath brushing against her, his voice deep and husky, tinged with a sigh and indulgence: "Your blatant seduction trick always works, doesn't it?"