Chapter 214 - 136: Life Defies Xuanwu, Rebuilding the Golden Core, The Beauty and the Fairy 3

Chapter 214: Chapter 136: Life Defies Xuanwu, Rebuilding the Golden Core, The Beauty and the Fairy 3

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Chu Xianyu’s eyes suddenly turned red. But a second later, she covered her head in agony, screaming in pain.

“Golden Cicada Nine Transmutations!”

Wang Da Niu seriously launched a Divine Power, directly hitting Lu Xuanxuan’s unguarded body and sending him flying.

“Go!”

Next, he applied a prepared Transmission Talisman to Han Ye’s body.

Channeling Magic Power, he sent Han Ye away.

As the Spiritual Qi circulated, everything started swirling around. The Transmission Talisman started to work.

Han Ye, holding Chu Xianyu’s hand, both of them vanished from their original location.

A three-story redwood pavilion with an attached courtyard, where ancient pines and bamboos were planted. The pines and bamboos swayed in the rain, making a rustling noise.

A red candle was lit on the third floor of the pavilion.

At the same time, her ten slender and soft fingers trembled uncontrollably, like a weak quail.

Seeing her reaction, Han Ye immediately continued, “Miss Chu, you were a one-of-a-kind prodigy, unbeaten among your peers. You have never lost once. Your clan thinks you are inferior to the other clan members, to your younger brother, but in your heart, the approval of your family and your father are the most important things.”

“Your cultivation path is flawed, for it is built on others’ approval rather than your own enthusiasm.”

“As such, your path has a fatal flaw.”

“You’re like an exquisite porcelain vase, beautiful and flawless, attracting attention wherever you go. But a single strike with a hammer shatters you into pieces, beyond repair...”

“Stop talking!”

Chu Xianyu’s Blood Pupil eyes, pressed over her head, shed tears, delicate as pear flowers in the rain.

At this moment, Han Ye confirmed that Chu Xianyu was indeed in a state of emotional distress, seriously suffering a blow to her spirit that left her collapsed.

Han Ye stared at her and said, “There’s no shame in losing to your brother, no shame in your father being tortured to death by the Demonic Cult. Haven’t we all lost before? How many times have I lost to you, and have I ever given up?”

“I’m no longer who I once was. I am Chu Xianyu, a useless person who can’t even save her family and the people around her.”

Chu Xianyu kept her eyes closed, avoiding Han Ye’s gaze. She gently shook her head, again and again, negating herself.

But Han Ye knew for sure that if she kept thinking this way, she would be completely lost, and there would be no chance of restoring her spirit.

From then on, there would only be a beautiful woman in white, but there would be no descendant of the Sword Immortal, Chu Xianyu..