C306 Brilliant sword

The Divine Soul Festival was about to arrive soon, and the snowstorm for the day had grown even more intense. The white and boundless snow covered up everyone's line of sight, and even put on a silver gown for the Blood Monarch City. It was incomparably beautiful.

Xiao Lang's injuries had basically healed already, but walking was still a bit difficult, and this was after Xiao Lang secretly took Gou Huo's top-notch Pill, if not with Xue Kui's Pill, he would have to be carried away.

The Divine Soul Festival was the most important festival for all of the Divine Soul Continent and it was also the day of their awakening. It was extremely lively within the Blood Monarch City and countless family members as well as countless disciples that had just turned eighteen years old stood outside the Divine Soul Pavilion, waiting for the awakening ceremony.

At the moment, Xiao Lang was sitting in a horse carriage as he passed by the Divine Soul Pavilion. He pulled open the carriage's curtain and looked at the hundreds of young men and women with nervous expressions and anticipation standing in the snow. Seeing that they were all attracted by the sound of the horses' hooves and looking at their own carriages with envious expressions, he couldn't help but sigh.

One year ago, he was eighteen years old and on the day of the Divine Soul Festival, he was also standing outside the Divine Soul Pavilion of the imperial city. In just one year, he had experienced something that many people had never experienced in their entire lives.

With his grandfather dead, he betrayed the Xiao family. He went to the Northern Frontier, and after the war, his foster father died. He had experienced many great wars, and had almost been killed many times as well. At this moment, he had turned into a traitor who was being scolded by the world. Sitting in the carriage of the First Prince of the enemy nation, he was walking towards the palace of the enemy country in order to attend the grand banquet of the palace.

A gust of wind blew through the window and into the carriage, blinding him. Xiao Lang squinted his eyes, looking at the scenery in his surroundings, he started to fall into a trance. He thought of a poem from his previous life: "The winds and clouds of the world rise out of my generation, once I enter the martial arts world, I will be talking and laughing about the hegemony of the world, and I will not let the world down!"

The world was constantly changing. He had never wanted to fight for anything, to become a big shot, to kill someone, and to be a traitor. He only wanted to live a peaceful life with his aunt and his beloved Little Red Bean. However, things did not turn out as he wished. The heavens were always teasing him, always forcing him to fight again and again.

Thinking of Xiao Qingyi, of that charming little red bean, Xiao Lang's heart ached. Ever since Dugu Xing died, he had been evading, forcing himself not to think about it. He didn't know if he could walk out of the palace or if he could meet Xiao Qingyi and Dongfang Hongdou again. He finally started to feel waves of pain in his heart.

Shaking his head, he brushed the snow off his head and put down the curtain. The pain in Xiao Lang's eyes disappeared and was replaced with determination. Because the palace was about to arrive, he had no time to think about this.

The construction of the Blood Dynasty Palace was very simple, it was not that luxurious, but it was incredibly imposing. The door was also green, it was a thick black iron gate, outside there was a team of strong soldiers guarding, all of them had blood-red armor, the Xuan Artifact's reflection in cold light made people feel fear.

This carriage train belonged to Xue Hongri, so no one dared to stop them. Seven to eight horse carriages drove straight in, turned left and right in front of the palace, and finally stopped in front of a large hall.

The carriage stopped and Xiao Lang walked down. The snowstorm was heavy and his body was still weak. He couldn't circulate the Profound Qi either, so he felt very cold. He pulled back his cloak tightly, his face pale, looking like a sickly, weak scholar.

He raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar palace, looked at the unfamiliar crowd, looked at the countless eyes full of disdain and mockery, his heart once again felt lonely. At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that he would be able to escape back to the capital and bring Dongfang Hongdou to travel to the ends of the earth. He would take her to the Secret Sect and pass through the past few years quietly.

But thinking that he would die in a few years, Xiao Lang became gloomy again, lowered his head in silence, and followed Xue Hongri and the group back into the palace.

There were many people in the palace. There were young people, experts from the older generation, beautiful young ladies, and beautiful princesses. He had even seen Blood Slave In Blood Cloth and the others, but no one cared about him. With just a single glance, he disdainfully turned his head away.

Xue Hongri left immediately. Before giving Xiao Lang a look, Xiao Lang's heart trembled, he knew the meaning of this look. Xue Hongri would go and arrange it, if he received the summons, he would immediately kill Jing Li.

Xue Kui brought Xiao Lang to a corner and sat down, drinking wine and eating delicacies. However, Xiao Lang felt like he was chewing on dried wax, his eyes narrowed into slits, like a viper, they stared at everyone within the palace as he searched for his target.

Unfortunately, he could not find that familiar figure. The Blood Slave In Blood Cloth and the group of important figures also disappeared, no one knew where they went.

From time to time, people would come over to chat with Xue Kui. There were also quite a few girls who were suffocating Xiao Lang as they twisted their "waist" to chat with him. Looking at the tied up body, that pig-like face smiled charmingly, Xiao Lang's stomach moved, he had an urge to vomit.

This kind of banquet would not have any main topic, of course, perhaps even Xiao Lang would not be able to see through it. Perhaps the patriarchs of the Blood Slave In Blood Cloth were currently in a small palace discussing about the next Blood Emperor. Or maybe Xue Hongri was scheming with the other princes, these things would not appear out of thin air for discussion, and Xiao Lang did not have the qualifications to join.

As time passed, Xiao Lang became more and more bored, but his heart was more and more nervous, like a Longbow starting to slowly pull its bowstring, or a treasured sword slowly pulling its sheath.

An hour later, Xue Mu slowly walked out from a side hall. Xiao Lang's body instantly shivered, and a glass of wine in his hand splashed out a few drops, he knew that everything had been arranged, and he was waiting for to light his sword.

"General Xiao, this way please!"

Xue Mu's words were plain, but Xiao Lang could clearly feel that his heart was beating very quickly, and beside him, Xue Kui's hands also trembled slightly. At this moment, Xiao Lang was actually extremely relaxed. He stood up, grinned, tightly held his purple cape, and followed Xue Mu with his head lowered.

His footwork was light and steady, his breathing steady, his face still pale, like a sick patient that could die at any moment. He stood up and walked towards the small palace, attracting countless people's attention. However, they only glanced at him once before turning their heads away. They continued to chat with the people beside them, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of their mouths.

Xiao Lang squinted his eyes, which were long and narrow like a phoenix's eyes. At this moment, he felt as though he was a wind that had turned into a river, and he felt as if he was about to assassinate the Duke of Qin's Jing Ke.

In just a short few hundred meters, it was as if Xiao Lang had walked his entire life, all the way until he was brought outside the main entrance of a side hall. This side chamber was obviously very important, and ordinary people couldn't enter. Because there was actually a stone door here, and two War Emperor Expert s were guarding the outside.

Xue Mu and Xue Kui obviously did not receive a summon and were not qualified to enter. Xiao Lang paused at the door for a while, took a last deep breath, and slowly walked in. The strangest thing was that the stone door actually slowly closed up.

This was a very luxurious little side hall. Inside, there weren't many people, only eight or nine of them, and he recognized the four of them. Xue Hongri, the two princes and Princess Yu actually didn't recognize the others.

"Where's Jing Li?"

Xiao Lang frowned, but in the next moment his gaze turned towards the left. He saw a strange face, and a pair of extremely familiar eyes!

Jing Li!

Even though his face had completely changed, just by looking at those eyes, Xiao Lang was immediately able to confirm his identity. At this moment, his back suddenly arched, and an imposing aura burst out from his body. The corner of his mouth revealed a sinister smile, like a wild beast that was ready to swallow a person up.