Two people walked down the mountain step by step, and Duanmu Xiu felt as if she had experienced a dream. She reviewed the entire event in her mind and suddenly looked at Lu Fan with shock.
"Actually... you killed all these people!" Duanmu Xiu asked abruptly.
"Yes! However, with your skills, you might have been able to kill one or two... of the black-clothed men," Lu Fan said calmly.
"Then why did you use my hand?" Duanmu Xiu asked again.
"Of course, to cut off your retreat. Your ancestor sold his country for glory and helped them bully our people, so I killed him. Now that you've killed so many of them, they naturally won't try to recruit you anymore. You won't have the chance to join them because they will try to kill you at all costs."
Duanmu Xiu fell silent. After a while, she suddenly said, "Is this the sword technique you told me about on the road? You know every move and every stance is imprinted in my mind. Aren't you afraid I'll learn it and seek revenge on you?"
"Whether in life or death, everyone is on a journey, and every step is a form of enlightenment! If I were to teach you, you might never learn it. However, now it's in your mind, and you can't erase it. If you can learn even one or two moves, I guarantee you will be invincible at the same cultivation level. Moreover, I will appear on Qingcheng Mountain every three years from now on, waiting for you to seek revenge. Remember, you have two more chances for revenge," Lu Fan said calmly.
"Don't you think you should get me a change of clothes?" Duanmu Xiu suddenly looked at her clothes, which were stained red and dripping wet, and her faint red footprints with every step behind her.
"The wind is strong on the mountain. If you get naked, you'll catch a cold easily."
"......?"
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On Qingcheng Mountain, nine old men and women with white hair and beards were filled with joy. They had all made preparations for tribulation and were only waiting for a suitable time to ascend.
Suddenly, they saw Lu Fan returning with Duanmu Xiu. A layer of killing intent had appeared on Duanmu Xiu's young and stubborn face. Upon reaching the mountain, she went to a nearby spot to meditate and cultivate, not even greeting the nine old men and women who were over a hundred years old.
However, they didn't mind. They were already accustomed to the child's temperament.
"Sect Master Lu! You actually brought her back!? What did Han Shixuan say?" they asked, surrounding Lu Fan.
"Killed them! Everyone from Han Shixuan who showed up has been killed. She did it! You can rest assured and proceed with your tribulation. They won't dare to cause trouble for ten years. The matters after ten years will be left to their generation," Lu Fan said, looking at Duanmu Xiu who was meditating and comprehending sword techniques in the distance.
"She...?" The nine people were slightly stunned. Weren't the six great hidden families the strongest in Huaxia? Could this child surpass the six great families when she grew up in ten years?
Suddenly, Lu Fan's gaze swept across the sky, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Then he said to the nine people, "Continue your cultivation, I'm leaving." As soon as Lu Fan finished speaking, he had already flashed down the mountain, covering a hundred meters in an instant.
The nine elders were horrified. This kid just left? They all returned to the main hall.
Lu Fan, however, appeared on a more remote mountain peak after a few flashes. At the summit of the peak, inside the stone house, Lu Fan sat cross-legged, like an old monk in deep meditation.