Chapter 712 Confrontation

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Lord Showa stared at the girl on the stage calmly. That was his daughter's back... but that person was not his daughter.

His Sizi had been buried in a foreign land many years ago, and now only a fragment of his soul was left. The person on the stage who had the same face and body shape as his daughter was actually the evil cultivator who killed his daughter.

He always loved this evil cultivator as his own daughter, allowed her to ruin his child's reputation, allowed her to run rampant in the Huyang Sect, and allowed her to step on Guo Ni's bones and gradually erode the Huyang Sect.

In this conspiracy, which has developed to this day, he... is also the murderer.

He is guilty, and the crime lies in his ignorance. As a father, he allowed this rampant murderer to get away for many years because of his ignorance.

Fortunately, his daughter was stronger than those people thought. She came back, returned to his side, returned to the sect, even in this way... He was proud and felt extremely sad. .

Because the person who passed away never really comes back, how could he not know? Now this remnant soul will eventually dissipate one day. He has lost his daughter long ago, somewhere he can't see.

The culprit of all this is still living so freely, how can he be willing to do so? Unwilling to wait any longer, he organized this banquet on the eve of the mirror ceremony. It's called the Banquet of Heroes, but it's actually "catching a turtle in an urn".

Now the turtle has taken the bait. Soon...he would also let this man experience heart-breaking pain! Quietly, the bright red in Showa's eyes flashed, and even he didn't notice it.

However, all of this was taken into consideration by Mu Di. From an angle that no one else could see, he clenched his fists tightly and did not even notice that his nails left a moon mark on his palms.

Guo Ni was now in an extremely furious state, slightly drunk. All he could think about was Lu Haiying in front of him, and he wanted to pounce on him and devour his flesh and blood.

Of course, Lu Haiying was not much better. She also hated Guo Ni who suddenly appeared.

Originally, she had calculated correctly, and she was pretty good at judging people, so she wanted to show up in front of everyone in a grand manner.

In the end, everything was ready, but when the moment was about to begin, he was interrupted by this hateful woman, who highlighted her limelight. Obviously she should be the focus of everyone's discussion, and only she is worthy of being the master of a high-level spiritual weapon like Suotian Ling.

Guo Ni, the daughter of the head of a small sect, is known to be mediocre, why should she be compared with her? Even the Huyang Sect she was guarding was just a ruined sect under their Golden Thunder Sect. It’s ridiculous to be so proud!

Lu Haiying looked at Guo Ni on the other side with disdain, the contempt and contempt in his eyes almost overflowing, and he completely ignored the girl opposite.

The atmosphere in the audience was tense and ready to collapse at any moment. On the stage, it was as if he was cross-eyed and on the verge of breaking out. The atmosphere at the scene was more tense than any other.

However, most of these people's emotions came from the fact that members of the Huyang Sect also jumped out to compete for Suotian Ling, which inevitably made them feel that they were being manipulated by the Huyang Sect.

What followed was a heated discussion related to the conspiracy, which temporarily overshadowed the competition between the two. The monks are more concerned about the possibility of getting Suotian Ling.

The conflict between the two protagonists on stage is truly irreconcilable. Two arrogant and even arrogant monks are hostile... They don't want each other to have a chance to get their hands on what they have in their pockets.

"Hmph! How come no one dares to come forward now? You don't even look in the mirror to see how much you weigh. Do you think you can survive in the world of cultivation just by relying on those few backers?" Lu Haiying let out a cold snort from her nose. , which vividly reflects her contempt.

"Who are you? Why haven't I heard of your name in the world of cultivation? Looking at your posture, people who don't know think that you have achieved the golden elixir path and will soon become the Nascent Soul. It turns out that I saw That's wrong, haha, it's just a foundation-building monk with such a loud tone." Guo Ni glanced at the female cultivator opposite with her head held high, and smiled, lightly laughing, with clearly identifiable contempt.

When the two were fighting, Miss Guo Ni, who was still a black sesame core, was the better one. She scolded her shamelessly and made Lu Haiying, who had limited words, almost fall down with anger, and her whole face turned black.

Not to mention, Guo Ni just stepped on her painful foot.

Lu Haiying was born as a concubine in a big family. The aunt's mother was very powerful in the family. For the sake of her biological daughter, they, the concubines, were suppressed to the point where they could not get ahead at all. On the surface, they all agreed on acceptable marriages, but in fact, they were either married off or married far away. None of them were good.

She was even worse, because she wanted to take over her legitimate daughter and was forced to become an old maid. When she was discovered by Jinleimen, she was discussing marriage and was almost assigned to an old man as a sequel. With a single fire spirit root, she was sent to the head of the Jinlei Sect and became a retreating disciple of the head of the Jinlei Sect.

Thanks to her being very ambitious and really talented, she lived up to expectations and advanced quickly, reaching a higher realm faster than many disciples who entered the sect in the early years. In a short period of time, we have already talked about the later stage of foundation building, and we can start to explore the golden elixir avenue. However, none of these could make up for the regret buried deep in her heart.

What she regrets most is that she practiced cultivation too late and lost the opportunity to become famous at a young age, so that her experience was also eclipsed. After all, there is still a difference between foundation building at the age of twenty and foundation building at the age of ten, even if the difference is only a few months.

She has always been jealous of those favored people who have enjoyed extraordinary resources since childhood. If she had been able to join the Immortal Sect and practice early, these so-called favored ones would have been beyond her reach.

Those people are nothing more than that——

Sigh... If Ningxia knew how to read minds, she would definitely say that she is crazy again. If there are really so many ifs in this world, then there won't be so many losers.

Fate creates people, and different encounters give birth to different lives. It is precisely because you have gone through this journey that you are who you are. If you had taken a different path and lived a different life, you might be thinking about another what if...

The extremely depressed life in the first half of her life caused Lu Haiying to develop a state of extreme inferiority, which was hidden deep in her heart. In order to cover up this inferiority complex, they used extreme pride to cover it up. In this way, no one can see the real thing in her heart.

But when she really encounters things that she can't handle, her true nature will be truly exposed, and she will blame everyone.

Her pride is different from that of "Guo Ni". The latter comes from the true arrogance of the soul, from the true soul in the shell.

When fake pride meets true pride, you can tell the difference immediately, like now...

Lu Haiying, who was still about to say something, was frightened by the wave of spiritual power that swept over her. Her heart also stopped for a few times, her mind went blank, and she subconsciously took a few steps back. He even raised his sword unconsciously as if to resist.