Senior Sister Bai Yueguang is incredibly strong.

Chapter 92 Travels (6)

"Senior Brother, how much longer until we reach Japan?"

Jian Muyi yawned as he rode his flying sword: "Why haven't we arrived yet?"

Shi Ming glanced at the terrain below and sighed inwardly, "It'll be soon."

Jian Muyi pursed his lips and secretly increased the speed of his flying sword.

Ji Tinghan quietly caught up with them. Xue Xin, whose sword-wielding skills were inferior to theirs, could only grumble from behind, "You two, slow down!"

Su Wusi caught up with Jian Muyi and slowed him down: "Senior brother, there are other junior brothers and sisters behind who can't keep up."

Shi Ming was truly exhausted. The outer disciples he led were only at the Core Formation stage, and their ability to fly on swords was indeed inferior to that of the Nascent Soul disciples, but he really had no other choice.

The commotion caused by the Japanese demons had become common knowledge. However, the Wen family had detained the heads of various powerful families and sects, so for a time, no one dared to make any rash moves, and naturally, the younger generation did not dare to act on their own either.

Now that they have received a message from their junior sister, and with other elders in charge within the sect, only they, the younger generation, can lead the way to provide support. As for the attitudes of other sects, they don't know.

I wonder how my junior sister is doing.

As for Luo Zai Shui, he was also extremely busy.

Since the Luoshui Sword recognized her as its master, in addition to blocking the invading low-level demons, she also had to constantly repair the formation outside the city. If the formation was damaged, she alone, along with Anan, would definitely not be able to stop it. Although Li Yue wanted to help, her spiritual power was too weak, so she could only lend a hand.

"Senior, may I ask you a question?"

Luo Zai Shui wiped the sweat from his forehead, his brows furrowed. The vast expanse outside the city exuded a dangerous aura.

Anan replied respectfully, "You can just call me Anan. Please feel free to ask me any questions you may have."

Luo Zai Shui casually tossed another spirit stone into the formation: "I want to know, when did the demons start invading the border?"

Anan paused, his eyes darkening slightly: "After our patriarch left, we've been constantly attacked by demons of all sizes. At first, other small families and sects were able to hold them off for a while, but later..."

Luo Zai Shui stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back: "What about those aristocratic families and sects?"

Anan sighed: "Some families were wiped out, others moved away, and over time, only a few rogue cultivators remain here."

"How was the entire family wiped out, and where did they move to?"

Luo Zai Shui felt that the Wen family must have been involved, and that the Wen family must have made some shady deal with the Demon Clan.

“Alas…the world is unpredictable…if the patriarch were still alive…” Anan paused for a moment, then knelt on one knee, bowing his head, and said, “I implore the young master to rebuild the Luo family. If the Luo family were still here, the demons would naturally be wary, and no one would dare to offend them!”

Luo Zai Shui sighed and helped the person up: "Senior, the Luo family no longer exists. Even if I, as a descendant, exist, it is not enough to support the existence of the Luo family."

Moreover, the Wen family already knows the Luo family's secret. If they find out, my situation will likely become even more difficult.

However, Luo Zai Shui didn't say what came next. Saying these words would only cause more trouble. Anan had worked hard for Dongying for most of her life and shouldn't worry about her anymore. Besides, after dealing with the demons here, she probably wouldn't set foot in Dongying again.

Luo was even more lost than before. She naturally hated the Wen family, wishing she could tear them to pieces, but what could she do?

Unite with other aristocratic families and sects to pass on their teachings?

Can she really do it?

Having traveled for so long and witnessed so much suffering, does she really not know the source of this suffering?

Why aren't you resisting!

A voice roared and howled deep within Luo's heart, telling her of endless grief and indignation! Every drop of blood in her body was boiling; why not resist!

But her reason stopped her impulse. One wrong step could lead to another, and if anything went wrong, not only her, but everyone with her would be in dire straits.

We have to wait, we have to wait for the right opportunity to break through.

Endless sorrow turned into a sigh.

Anan was unaware of what had become of the outside world. He knew that his young master harbored many worries, which caused her great concern.

"If the young master is unwilling, the world is vast and the young master is free to roam. The patriarch's greatest wish in life was for the people of this world to be safe and happy. If the young master wants to leave Japan, the patriarch will naturally be happy to oblige."

Luo Zai Shui turned to look at Anan: "She'll support me no matter what I do?"

Anan nodded, his gaze fixed on the distance: "Of course, the patriarch is the most enlightened patriarch in the world, so naturally she would want you, young master, to live a free and unrestrained life."

The city wall of Luozaishui seems to be gazing at the Luodu of yesteryear.

I am nurtured by heaven and earth, and I should repay the world and its people.

Luo Zai Shui gripped the Luo Shui sword tightly. Since Luo Shui recognized her as her master, she seemed to gradually be able to communicate with that distant patriarch.

I will save the world and ensure its survival!

……

You bumped into me first!

"It's clearly because you can't see clearly when you're flying on your sword!"

"Senior Brother, you must stand up for me! Was it because his sword-flying skills were lacking that he bumped into someone?!"

"Senior brother, you be the judge! He clearly insisted on running into my sword!"

Shi Ming was in a real bind, and Ye Xiao, who was also leading the team, was having the same headache.

The two people arguing were Jian Muyi and Xu Yu, who were flying too fast on their swords.

"Senior Brother—"

They all wanted their senior brother to stand up for them, but their senior brother had become numb from the passage of time and simply watched them quietly.

"Come and fight me if you dare!"

Jian Muyi rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, but because of the large movement, the wound that had just been treated with medicine reopened. Enraged, Xue Xin smashed a bottle of medicine in his face and told him to apply it himself.

"Come on then!"

Before Xu Yu could even stand up, Zhou Mian's smooth and skillful application of medicine and bandages made him wince in pain, and he ultimately failed to get up.

Su Wusi tried to mediate the fight but was nearly injured by the flying bottles and jars.

She gathered her strength and shouted, "Stop it, all of you!"

Weren't you going to see your senior sister? What are you wasting time here for!

Startled by the roar, Xu Yu and Jian Muyi stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at Su Wusi, their eyes filled with fear.

Ye Xiao's expression also cracked, becoming incredibly interesting. He asked Shi Ming in a low voice, "A new cultivation technique?"

Shi Ming rubbed his furrowed brows vigorously: "I guess so."

In the end, Shi Ming stepped in to take charge: "Alright, we still have a long way to go. Don't go to see your senior sister with your face covered in blood."

Jian Muyi said indignantly, "It's all because of him."

Xu Yu also had a fiery temper: "What did you say!"

Zhou Mian couldn't stand the two of them anymore: "Alright, alright, Second Senior Brother, calm down. You were the one who bumped into someone because you weren't watching where you were going when you were flying on your sword."

"See? See? I told you so!"

Jian Muyi looked smug, though it was unclear what he was so proud of.

"It's because he was going too fast; I didn't have time to turn around!"

Jian Muyi made a face: "That means your skills aren't good enough."

Su Wusi really didn't want to waste any more time here: "Senior Brother, I'll go ahead and scout ahead."

"Let's go." Shi Ming disagreed with Su Wusi's suggestion to scout ahead, and instead looked at Ye Xiao, "Together?"

"Let's go."

Ye Xiao took the lead and rode his sword upwards.

Xue Xin was still worried about Jian Muyi: "What about the other two?"

Ji Tinghan had already stepped onto the flying sword and pulled Xue Xin up with him: "Let them keep arguing. They can catch up with us when they're done arguing. We're leaving now!"

"Wait a minute!" Before Xue Xin could react, Ji Tinghan had already ridden his sword and sped into the sky. "I get sword motion sickness—Aaaaaah—"

In the blink of an eye, the vast crowd vanished without a trace. Jian Muyi was dumbfounded and forgot all about arguing, hurriedly chasing after them.

"Senior Brother, Junior Sister, wait for me!"