1571 Bloodline 5

, they keep shouting all day long!""There are no thieves even in broad daylight! What's the point!""Just kill me!"A gaunt man hurried out of the courtyard, apologizing before returning inside to scold...This vibrantly colored butterfly landed on my hand the instant I raised my sword in defense.

The blade of the Zi Xiao Ru Yi sword, usually so sharp and powerful, couldn't even budge its gentle wings.

For that moment of stunned silence, I became the weakest link in our triangle. The monstrous beast charging at us bypassed Huaiqing and came straight for me and Xiaog Tou.

In the blink of an eye, a sword suddenly flew over.

Bang—

With a dull thud, the sword plunged directly into the monster's body.

The demon beast let out a roar in the air, twisted its body wildly, and flung its sword to the ground. It then rolled to the side, crushing several dry bones with its weight.

The smell of blood filled the air, and I stared in slight daze at the sword lying in the dust before me.

This is my brother's sword, Tai Xuan... two ancient characters, radiating a hazy brilliance as they lay in the dust.

When did this sword gain such power

This is a sword used for exorcising evil and purifying filth. It has a peachwood core and an outer shell of five emperors coins. Originally, it had no edge.

Now, surrounded by a sharp aura of violet lightning and frost, the force just now was so powerful that it could even rival the speed of a demonic beast charging.

If it weren't for the demon beast's armor being so tough, I'm afraid it would have been pierced straight through.

My gaze followed the sword and I looked up at my brother in the distance.

He stood with one foot planted on the corpse of a demon beast, his sword still raised in mid-air.

The sharpness in his eyes was even more piercing than the gleam of swords on the ground.

"...Brother" I whispered.

Is this really my brother

I began to doubt my own eyes.

"Be careful." My brother didn't say anything, he just walked over and picked up the sword.

The sword in his hand was docile, almost unbelievably so. Its sharpness seemed to lessen instantly.

"Amitabha Buddha, try your best not to kill." Huisqing said.

"Don't give me that." My brother turned and said angrily, "These creepy things, are we keeping them as pets if we don't kill them"

"... My meaning is, blood qi might attract more things. Keep your mind clear, don't fall into demonic illusions." Huaisqing Monk replied bluntly.

I'm a bit panicked—when did my brother become so good I never knew.

"Humph." My brother moved his neck, seemingly accepting Huiqing's suggestion. "Let's go. Perhaps the monster's lair is right here."

I swallowed nervously. “My fault. I’ll be more careful.”

I waved my hand, and even though I drove the butterfly away, it still fluttered around me, bothering me. But I didn't dare to make a bigger mess, so I could only shoo it away while carefully walking forward.

"Little Qiao, did you see that" Master Huisqing deliberately slowed his pace, tilting his head slightly and whispering to me.

"What do you see"

"Yunfan, he's actually never been serious about anything. He probably doesn't even know this day would come… I'm worried he can't control himself." Huqing whispered.

"I never noticed anything unusual about my brother!" I said hastily. "Maybe it's because Da Mao was taken away, and he's just a bit out of sorts."

"It's not a matter of measure, he has his own sense of proportion in his heart." Hu Qing looked deeply at my brother's back: "Little Qiao, your luck is extraordinary... And your bloodline, it's exactly the same as Yun Fan's. How could he possibly think you are just an ordinary person"

Huh What do you mean

Huisqing the monk paused for a moment, then chuckled self-deprecatingly: “Clouds above and mundane things below…Perhaps this word ‘mundane’ is just a beautiful wish for him.”

What's this

Even when Venerable Huiqing spoke, I found myself struggling to understand his words.

All say she is a butterfly, alluring and beautiful.

And beside me, this... thing, it pierced through bone and flames.

Could it be... that this butterfly also eats rotting flesh Waiting for us to become part of these bones

As soon as this thought crossed my mind, I heard a seductive chuckle, faint and windlike, drifting into my ear.

...yet again that "person" who teases me.

I gritted my teeth and endured it. Right now, the priority is to find Da Mao. I don't want to create any more complications.

But the more they walked toward the mountains, the heavier and more oppressive the violent aura became.

Master Huisqing said that what he saw was a vast field of flowers with no path, but in my and my brother's eyes, it was a crimson wasteland of graves, as if the soil was soaked in blood.

"Here... the traces are very deep..." My brother suddenly crouched down.

I hurried up and looked down.

The soil here seems to be more loose, and the giant creature's footprints are very obvious.

And beside this footprint, there was a very clear handprint.

Tiny, the size of a handprint.

My heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest.

Who else's fingerprints could possibly be here

My brother lowered his head, slightly opening his hand and moving it over the palm print.

His knuckles were prominent and strong, now hovering eerily over the small handprint.

I almost cried.

My brother immediately turned his head to look at me, raising an eyebrow and saying, "What are you crying for It means you're still alive. This little brat even grabbed a handful of dirt."

I sniffed my nose. Sure enough, the direction of the dirt from this little handprint was inward, from the outside to the center.

"It should be in this mountain..." My brother looked up at the towering, cloud-like black mountains before us.

"I think it might be around here," Huqing the monk analyzed. "If these flowers are indeed skeletal remains, then there are far too many of them... It suggests that the main activity took place here rather than in the mountains. We must be careful."

My brother nodded, stood up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was also nervous, but he was trying his best to suppress it.

"...Big Mao," I stammered, my voice trembling.

The ground beneath our feet trembled slightly, and we instinctively grabbed each other's arms in fear... Could it be that there were earthquakes here too

"Master, look!" Little Guangtou suddenly pointed at the sky.

We turned our heads, and in the sky behind us, a strange vortex appeared. Clouds and wind gathered there, as if it were going to pull everything in.

"Find it quickly! Something might have happened - don't forget the surface is still a magical realm shrouded in barriers." My brother ordered swiftly.

We immediately fanned out and ran forward, checking our surroundings. I didn't even care about disturbing the monster anymore, and blurted out Da Mao's name in a low voice.

"There's a hole here!" Master Huqing shouted anxiously.

We all rushed forward. The hole was big and went straight down, looking like the entrance to an underground tomb.

The Mu family had an innate sense of caution towards such places.

My brother furrowed his brows, probing the opening and sniffing the air. He shook his head and said, "This doesn't smell like a nest. There's no animal stench or fur."

"...Are you a dog" Huisqing monk stared dumbfounded.

"But then again... maybe we were led here. Maybe the demon beast's purpose was only to bring us here..." My brother hesitated.

"You have such a sensitive nose, why don't you try smelling the milk scent on your son" Hìqīng frowned and said, "Forget it, I'll break this illusion. It's too suffocating."

He rose from his seat, staff in hand, and made a gesture with one hand.

The sight of him, clad in robes, bowing his head and silently chanting sutras, is awe-inspiring, as if one could feel the presence of a high monk.

"...Namo Akshobhya Buddha." Hu Qing suddenly struck his staff.

Hula la— With him at the center, the ground within a radius of several dozen meters trembled slightly, raising a haze of dust. The dusty air from the hollowed out space cascaded down.

Gradually, the bones were exposed.

"You stinking monk, you deliberately left one hand..." My brother cursed while waving away the dust.

As the smoke cleared, the dirt at the entrance collapsed, revealing a giant set of white bone fangs, seemingly belonging to some monstrous beast.

And deep within that throat, there sat a tiny child—oward the mask, but overlooked one crucial detail—I was sleeping on his arm.He moved slightly and he could immediately feel it, and this guy was bad. He felt it but didn't say anything. When I quietly...