High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 70 - 69: Trading Eternal Purgatory for This Mortal World

Chapter 70: Chapter 69: Trading Eternal Purgatory for This Mortal World

Chu Wen Ruo had just stepped onto the shore and was stunned by what she heard, then her face suddenly changed.

She looked in the direction of the Little Princess.

At first glance, she saw the six-armed corpse hidden among the reeds.

The corpse was kneeling in the muddy ground, its head lowered, with long hair hanging down, its skin covered with scales-like black patterns, most of it having completely rotted away.

But strangely, apart from a faint smell of blood, there was no stench of decay, but rather a strange fragrance.

Looking more closely, one would find that the corpse’s shoulders were unusually broad, each with a scar as big as a bowl.

Considering the six arms of the corpse, it’s not hard to imagine that originally there should have been two more heads at the scarred part.

Three heads and six arms, with a unique fragrance.

It’s like the Dharma appearance of the Buddhist family.

Utterly bizarre!

Especially since all six arms of the corpse stretched forward, as if offering a sword to someone.

At this moment, the sword was held by the Little Princess and was instantly pulled out from the corpse’s hands.

Qingcuo was startled, for she hadn’t noticed the presence of this corpse at all, which was almost impossible for her.

This corpse was problematic, and significantly so!

She reacted immediately, darting forward to seize the sword, shouting, "Put it down quickly!"

Chu Wen Ruo also hurried forward in a panic to stop her, anxiously saying, "Don’t take it!"

But she slipped and fell hard.

However, both were already too late.

The Little Princess had already drawn the long sword while speaking.

She exclaimed happily, "Mother, look, a sword, I brought a sword to protect you!"

The long sword had a peculiar shape, a slender eye-like hollow in the center, a red Treasure Pearl embedded at the pupil. The moment it was pulled out, the whole sword transformed into a streak of blood light, rushing into the Little Princess’s forehead.

And that rotting corpse lifted its head, revealing a pure, flawless woman’s face.

The eyes on the face were pitch black, a dreamlike smile appeared.

The corpse spoke, the beautiful, gentle voice resonated like an echo in an empty valley, chanting:

"Void Illusion Realm, Eternal Purgatory, sun and moon sharing the sky, exchanging this world."

Having said that, the entire corpse turned into dust and collapsed to the ground in an instant.

And the Little Princess’s wide smile froze, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted rigidly.

Qingcuo, who was just a moment too late, reached out and caught the Little Princess.

Chu Wen Ruo quickly scrambled up, ignoring the mud all over her body, and helplessly held the Little Princess’s face, tears streaming down instantly.

"Ying’Er, Ying’Er, don’t scare your mother, wake up."

She collapsed to the ground, her gaze empty as she looked at the sword at Qingcuo’s waist, her lips twitching slightly, as if forming a thought, she bit her lip.

Qingcuo immediately used Spiritual Qi to check the Little Princess’s condition, but found nothing, she frowned deeply, and looked at the pile of sand nearby.

An eerie corpse, an eerie sword, what exactly was it?!

"Qingcuo! Finally found you all!"

A familiar young man’s voice suddenly came from not far away, then a large turtle pushed aside the reeds and swam to the shore.

A man and a woman sat on the turtle’s back.

It was Chen Kuang and Shen Meinan.

Chen Kuang originally breathed a sigh of relief, they had managed to find the three of them without much incident, successfully reuniting.

And the three looked fine.

But then he noticed Chu Wen Ruo’s disheveled state, and the Little Princess, who seemed to have fainted.

"Madam?"

Chen Kuang felt a foreboding, and immediately jumped ashore.

"What happened?"

As soon as he spoke, Chu Wen Ruo trembled all over, and suddenly threw herself into his arms.

Bystander Shen Meinan instantly widened her eyes, looking between Chen Kuang and Chu Wen Ruo’s tear-streaked, sallow face.

...

"I see..."

Chen Kuang looked at the people before him, somewhat vexed.

He and Qingcuo together found an abandoned hut on the shore, tidying it up as a temporary shelter.

This must have been a fisherman’s residence before, as there were still some tattered fishing gear hanging inside.

The bed in the hut had also collapsed, so Chen Kuang could only dismantle the planks, laying some straw and rags to give the Little Princess a place to lie down.

Qingcuo had brought spare clothes, helping Chu Wen Ruo change into them.

Chu Wen Ruo finally calmed down quite a bit, but her face was still anxious: "Mr. Chen, what’s wrong with Ying’Er now..."

Chen Kuang rubbed his temples: "This, I fear, is the Demon Sword Qi Sibai was searching for."

Previously, Shen Meinan had traveled with Lin Er You and others for a month, and naturally knew the "Demon Sword" Qi Sibai talked about with everyone he met.

She said incredulously: "Qi Sibai searched for this Demon Sword for three whole years, only to find Dongting Lake, and within a day of you coming here, you directly ran into it..."

I really don’t know if this is good luck or bad luck.

Of course, Shen Meinan only thought this silently in her heart.

The real victim was right next to her, so saying this out loud would be foolish.

The young girl couldn’t help but shift her gaze to Chu Wen Ruo, and remembering how the latter had just thrown herself into Chen Kuang’s arms without hesitation, she felt a bit stifled.

She scooted her seat away from Chen Kuang.

Chen Kuang exhaled a breath: "For now, it’s just a possibility."

However, Chen Kuang had a vague premonition in his heart; this most likely was it.

And it would be best if it was.

If it was indeed that Demon Sword, at least there was a professional they could consult and seek help from.

Otherwise, that would be real trouble.

He had already asked Shen Xingzhu about the situation just now, but even this Daoist of the Mystic God Daoist Sect was at a loss; she had already gone to ask her master now.

If Qi Sibai didn’t have a solution either...

The Little Princess remaining in a coma would be the best result.

Based on their description of the situation back then, that corpse wasn’t a demon, and it might have been turned into that by the Demon Sword.

If the Little Princess turned into that, Chen Kuang wouldn’t need to escort her anymore; he might as well just wash up and sleep...

Chu Wen Ruo looked at Chen Kuang, reached out and tightly grabbed his sleeve: "Mr. Chen, what should we do now?"

Chen Kuang patted Chu Wen Ruo’s back, comforting her: "We can only stay by Dongting Lake for a while."

It was fortunate that Shen Xingzhu’s striking sword had vanquished the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Now, the Martial Saint Pavilion in Jishao County had temporarily lost control, and the pressure of being hunted wasn’t too heavy. As long as they avoided attention, a short stay shouldn’t be a problem.

"Once we’re settled, I’ll first go to Xianyu Nunnery to find Qi Sibai and ask him."

Qingcuo skillfully lit a fire and placed several fish on the firewood.

She paused upon hearing this and asked, "Where are we to settle? Now that the Civilization Official of the Zhou Kingdom is here, from top to bottom, they should have received the wanted notice. Any place with people is dangerous."

"We might as well stay in the wild."

Chen Kuang picked up a stick, poked at the firewood, sighed, and glanced at Chu Wen Ruo.

"You won’t have much problem, but after just three days of travel, the Madam is already so weary. If we stay outdoors, she may not withstand it."

"If she falls ill or gets injured, it’ll be even more troublesome."

Qingcuo was momentarily at a loss for words.

She really hadn’t considered that.

"Then where else can we go?"

Chen Kuang threw the stick into the fire and said, "We’ll go to my home."

Shen Meinan was suddenly caught off guard by these words; she was first startled, then her eyes lit up with excitement: "Your home?"

She quietly scooted back closer, curiously: "Where is your home?"

Chen Kuang smiled and said, "Not far from Dongting Lake."

...

She groggily woke up to see her mother’s weary and pale face.

Chu Wen Ruo frowned, sleeping lightly, and held her tightly in her arms.

She blinked in surprise, noticing her mother’s clothes weren’t right. They weren’t the rough clothes of a fisherman, but the brocaded long dress from when they were in the palace.

"Mother, Mother."

She gently nudged her, and Chu Wen Ruo immediately woke up, holding her with some panic, whispering: "Ying’Er, what’s wrong?"

Chu Wen Ruo said, "Are you hungry? Mother still has half a bun here."

Chu Wen Ruo took a half-dried bun from her bosom and handed it to her.

She looked at the bun, blankly.

How could there be a bun? Didn’t we eat wild vegetables at night?

She turned her head and saw a familiar prison cell.

The surroundings were filthy and stank, the prisoners’ wails and moans rose and fell.

Fear crept into her heart, and she hurriedly crawled off Chu Wen Ruo, instinctively stumbling toward the next cell.

The young man who saved them, the blind man who gave her food...

She saw that person sitting half-upright in the next cell, and she breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to grab his sleeve.

The sleeve pulled the person’s body down, revealing a familiar face covered in blood.

That face had its eyes wide open, expression twisted, dead without peace.

It was Chen Kuang.

Or not Chen Kuang.

This was the lifeless body of Chen Kuang.

Chu Wen Ruo quickly covered her eyes from behind, trembling: "Ying’Er, don’t look."

She asked dumbfounded: "Mother, who is this?"

Chu Wen Ruo said: "This is your father’s Musician... frightened too much, this morning, he had a fever that didn’t subside and passed away."