The Battle Through Heaven
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The turbulent force moved along Xiao Yan's hand and exploded. A muffled groan that contained pain shot out from Nalan Yanran's throat. Immediately, a mouthful of fresh blood moved along the corner of his mouth and flowed down. The bright color silhouette in her slender red mouth looked dazzling.
Nalan Yanran's eyes faintly contained some complicated emotions as he stared at the young man's face which remained cold. He slowly closed his eyes as his arms hung down. His body was like a scene that was greatly defeated while following the wind and fell weakly to the ground.
In the next moment, the entire place became silent!
All gazes stopped on the silhouette that fell from the air. The face of that Misty Cloud Sect disciple was filled with disbelief.
Nalan Yanran was the most outstanding person among the younger generation of the Misty Cloud Sect. At the age of thirteen, he agglomerated and formed a vortex, successfully advancing to a Dou Zhe. At the age of sixteen, he ascended to a Dou Shi. At the age of twenty, he had become a Da Dou Shi!
Da Dou Shi was twenty years old. Although one would not dare to say that the speed of this kind of training was the most incredible for the many years in which the Misty Cloud Sect had existed, it was, it was more than enough for him to be ranked in the top ten. However, this person, who was so outstanding that many ordinary people respected him from the bottom of their hearts, had actually lost to the person known as the trash of the Xiao clan. This undoubtedly caused the Misty Cloud Sect disciples who had seen Nalan Yanran as a female god in their hearts to feel a deep sense of defeat.
However, just as they recalled the progress of Nalan Yanran's training, some people inadvertently attributed the matter to Xiao Yan. When these somewhat clever people expelled the hard feelings in their hearts and seriously calculated the age and speed of training Xiao Yan, it was suddenly dumbfounded in their hearts.
Three years ago, Xiao Yan was not even a Dou Zhe. However, three years later, his strength had overtaken Nalan Yanran, elevated to the Da Dou Shi class.
Within three years, Xiao Yan had passed the Dou Zhe and Dou Shi classes, instantly rising and stepping into the Da Dou Shi level. If one were to say that Nalan Yanran's training speed was something that others would feel respected for, then Xiao Yan would probably cause people to fear.
Leaving the face of Xiao Yan whose gentleness seemed honed, the hearts of some of those who knew the situation in detail were unable to resist trembling. Only at this moment did they remember that Xiao Yan was only fourteen years old three years ago. Three years later, he would be seventeen.
The maturity and calmness that Xiao Yan displayed had hidden his true age from many people.
There were many people who had just reached the Dou Zhe class at this age. However, this person who was once the trash of the Xiao clan had already started to officially step onto the journey to become a strong person!
Da Dou Shi is seventeen years old!
Back then, the founders of the Misty Cloud Sect, the few prodigies that once shocked the continent also coincidentally reached the Da Dou Shi class at this age!
As they recalled all of this, some people secretly gulped down their saliva. They exchanged glances with each other and their faces were instantly filled with horror and cold sweat.
Of course, Xiao Yan's training speed was related to the help Yao Lao had given him. However, if Yao Lao did not secretly absorb Dou Qi Xiao Yan back then and Xiao Yan did not need to waste that golden period, who knew if Xiao Yan would be able to reach the Da Dou Shi class the previous time. ? However, if Xiao Yan did not hone his character for three years when he became a useless person, he would not be, who could guarantee that Xiao Yan would be able to possess mental strength that even many people of the older generation admired.
Losing someone may be a blessing in disguise.
"Ah."
Nalan Jie's expression on the large tree became much darker at this moment. His straight body slightly bowed as he let out a long sigh. As he sighed, his bitterness was so rich that it was difficult to assuage. Something that was originally very good had ended up in the current situation where he had not only lost his outstanding granddaughter-in-law, which would cause everyone to be jealous, but also his face. He really made a double loss.
Hearing Nalan Jie sigh, Mu Chen and the others beside him could only wisely glance at each other and shake their heads with bitter smiles. Xiao Yan's appearance had already far exceeded their expectations. This little boy who seemed to have practiced himself was actually able to defeat Nalan Yanran who was specially groomed by the Misty Cloud Sect. The speed of his growth during these three years was something that even surprised Mu Cheng and the others.
What an amazing little boy. Fa Ma sighed. Even though Xiao Yan had gained a slight advantage with his flying Dou Technique during the previous fight, it was a little, the sharp-eyed person could tell with a single glance that he had experienced real blood and sweat while training to form such a sharp combat consciousness. This was far from what Nalan Yanran could compare to, being pampered and trained with meticulous training methods.
"He is not a simple person. Given time, this person would definitely become someone great! " Jia Xing Tian nodded his head. This vague evaluation of her was something she had given to such a young person for the first time in many years.
Hai Bodong looked up at the sky and his heart sighed in relief. Soon after this, however, it became tense once again. This was because he knew that the most dangerous part of their journey to the Misty Cloud Sect was not the fight with Nalan Yanran, but the Elders of the Misty Cloud Sect.
Moving his gaze down, Hai Bodong swept his gaze towards the Elders of the Misty Cloud Sect who were sitting on the stone platform. When his gaze swept over Yun Leng's somewhat green face, his brows fused slightly. He flicked his hands under his sleeves gently and cold air slowly enveloped his palm, preparing to handle the sudden change at any moment.
"Fucking little boy!"
Carrying anger with his hands, Yun Leng slammed him violently onto the stone table beside him. Face's green. He had not expected Xiao Yan would not give them any face. The voice he used to remind the latter earlier actually had no impact whatsoever.
"First Elder, what do we do next? Nalan Yanran has lost. " The Misty Cloud Sect elder asked with a bitter laugh.
Yun Leng's face changed repeatedly. Nalan Yanran represented the entire Misty Cloud Sect. Now that he had lost the fight, it would undoubtedly damage the reputation of the Misty Cloud Sect. With their sect leader currently non-existent, he, as the First Elder, naturally needed to think of all means to save the reputation he had lost.
"But if we don't have a suitable excuse in front of the leaders of so many factions, how do we save our face? If we forcefully try to do something, wouldn't it seem that our Misty Cloud Sect is no different from bandits? " That thought repeatedly revolved within Yun Leng's heart.
As his heart fretted how to save the situation, Yun Leng's gaze suddenly stopped on Ge Ye's white face below. Right now, the latter's appearance was as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at Xiao Yan in midair. That shocked attitude caused the already restless Yun Leng to become even more furious. He could not help but yell softly, "Ge Ye, be careful with your image! You are a deacon in the Misty Cloud Sect! "
Hearing Yun Leng's cry, Ge Ye's body trembled once. Finally, he healed. He turned his head, directing his trembling hand towards Xiao Yan in the air while his mouth shivered. Her soft depressed voice that could not hide her fear. "First elder, he was the mysterious person who killed Mo Cheng!"
These words that Ge Ye released were like a huge explosion that shocked the sky!
Xiao Yan indifferently watched the fallen graceful figure. He called out the bitterness and sadness on Nalan Yanran's face earlier and some fatigue once again flashed in his eyes. For this so-called Three Years Agreement, he had left his clan, leaving behind the beautiful girl he was worried about. Now that the Three Years Agreement was over, his body and even soul at this moment, seemed to have laid down the heavy burden that had been pressing on him until he had trouble breathing.
Finally, it's all over. With ******* soft, a pair of wings in front of it flapping. His body followed the path where Nalan Yanran fell as he slowly descended. Just as he was about to land on the ground, a white shadow suddenly floated from Nalan Yanran's chest. It followed the wind and floated towards Xiao Yan.
After grabbing the white shadow with his hand, Xiao Yan's eyes glanced at him and his body suddenly stiffened.
The white shadow was just a white paper that folded very neatly. Perhaps it was because it had been folded many times, but a few small holes appeared on the edge of the white paper. This white paper was something that Xiao Yan was very familiar with. Back then, in the hall of the Xiao clan house, a young man had taken out this white paper from the table and in a cold manner, wrote a divorce letter that shocked everyone.
Xiao Yan slowly opened his white paper. A rather plain writing clearly appeared on the paper. As his gaze turned downward, the blood-tainted fingerprints shone sharply in the sunlight.
Xiao Yan stared at this divorce letter for quite a while before gently shaking his head. He glanced at Nalan Yanran who was about to touch the ground. With a wave of his sleeve, a force appeared out of nowhere and carried him on his back, while he slowly descended to the surface of the green stone.
"*Batuk*."
Nalan Yanran propped up her chest with her hands as she let out some intense coughs. Fresh blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. His hands propped up the ground and with a little stubbornness, he raised his head. When he looked at Xiao Yan who was standing some distance away and the white paper in his hand, his facial expression changed repeatedly. Moments later, he seemed to have made a calm decision.
Under everyone's gaze, Nalan Yanran stood with great difficulty. His slightly hoarse low voice carried a bitterness that was hard to hide. "Xiao Yan, you have won. According to our agreement back then, if I lose the fight, I, Nalan Yanran will become your slave. "
"However, for the reputation of the sect, please forgive me for not being able to do as agreed. After all, my arrogant and unreasonable image has been deeply embedded in your heart. Then let me be intentional once again. "
"Looking back now, the method I used to deal with the matter in the Xiao clan is indeed inappropriate. Therefore, please help convey my apology to Uncle Xiao in the future. "
As these words fell, Nalan Yanran's hand suddenly stretched out vertically. It swung gently and the long sword, which was not far from the side of the Misty Cloud Sect disciples, was immediately drawn by the suction force.
Nalan Yanran's hand quickly grabbed the long sword. He clenched his silver teeth and waved his long sword. The sharp tip of the sword violently split his neck.
"Aah!"
Nalan Yanran's sudden action directly caused the faces of all the Misty Cloud Sect disciples, including the Elders to change drastically. They did not expect Nalan Yanran to actually kill himself just for losing the fight. However, the former had no intention of joking. The long sword danced and without any unnecessary words, he instantly cut his neck.
Although there were some elders who had the intention to save him, the distance between them and Nalan Yanran meant that they could only watch as the sharp blade drew closer to Nalan Yanran's neck.
"About!"
The long sword carried a thick cold sword aura and cut through the air. Just as it was about to come into contact with the snow-white skin, however, long fingers appeared out of nowhere and immediately and violently cut off the blade. Following the sound of ‘dentang’, the long sword suddenly stopped. The sharp blade was on his fragile neck, leaving a shallow bloody scar. Fresh blood slowly flowed downwards, leaving an eye-piercing bloodline.
When his long sword was stopped, Nalan Yanran suddenly raised his head, only to find a pair of indifferent dark black eyes.
"I'm not too interested in seeing you as a slave. Therefore, you do not need to do such things to keep the reputation of the Misty Cloud Sect intact. " Xiao Yan glanced at Nalan Yanran who had bitten her red lips and could not help the feeling of helplessness that appeared in his heart. Even though he had defeated Nalan Yanran, it did not mean he could really let Nalan Yanran become his slave. Regardless of how one put it, Nalan Yanran was the junior sect leader of the Misty Cloud Sect. That Misty Cloud Sect elder would definitely not allow him to do such a thing that would damage the reputation of the Misty Cloud Sect.
Moreover, if Nalan Yanran were to really commit suicide in this place, it was likely that the Misty Cloud Sect would immediately become enraged. The relationship between them would really be an enemy relationship! This was not something that Xiao Yan would be happy to see.
"The Three Years Agreement is over. In the future, we will no longer be bound to each other. Your loss today can be considered a small price for the wrong method you adopted at the time. " Xiao Yan said indifferently. The finger that was cut off on the long sword was pulled suddenly and thrown carelessly. The long sword shot out and immediately pierced through the ground violently in front of the Misty Cloud Sect disciples from before. The sword shakes repeatedly.
"You should also know that this kind of paper agreement does not have much binding power."
Xiao Yan gently swung the divorce letter in his hand. He gently flicked his finger and a green-colored flame rose from his finger. In front of Nalan Yanran, it instantly burned the paper into a pile of black ash that floated in the wind.
Today, I will repeat the words I said to you three years ago. Xiao Yan carried a smile on his face. His soft voice slowly resounded over the quiet open ground.
"Nalan Yanran, in the future, you and our Xiao clan do not have any relationship. Congratulations, you are free. "
As he looked at the gentle and handsome young man smiling, Nalan Yanran's face had a complicated expression. He finally got something he was after. For some unknown reason, however, his heart seemed very empty.
"Everything, the exciting show is over. Please return to your home. "
Xiao Yan raised his head and smiled at everyone in the tall tree. Immediately, he turned around and took a few steps. He took out a large Heavy Xuan Ruler from the ground and carelessly wrapped it on his back. After which, he slowly walked out of the square in front of countless gazes.
As the sunlight fell, that slightly lonely looking back, appeared much more relaxed than when it first appeared.
Xiao Yan's footsteps stepped out of the open ground. Just as he was about to take a step down the stairs, a faint voice that caused Xiao Yan's heart to sink, finally sounded.
"Master Xiao Yan, please stay behind. There are a few things that our Misty Cloud Sect would like to personally verify. "