Born to Disappear

Chapter 40

The wind blew lightly, caressing the skin and combing the black strands.

Hualing sat at the end of the cliff, both legs hanging freely while both hands propped up behind the body.

Far below his feet was the forest behind the second peak, where the demonic beasts were cultivated. And also a place for Yuan Qing to cultivate demons. It used the natural aura of a demonic beast to cover the aura of its demon king.

Despite so many demonic beasts covering up, Hualing was still able to sense the pure demonic energy leaking out alongside such thin immortal energy. He did not know why he was still able to sense that demonic energy while others were unaware of it. Maybe because he was familiar with the man thousands of years ago, or maybe because he was a spiritual spirit.

Ever since he and Yuan Qing guessed his true identity, Hualing had been unable to shake the guess as he tried. From that day on he kept thinking about it, if true he was a form of consciousness of spiritual things. Then it should have the ability to tear apart space and reverse time. Over and over again he thought and in going to the library, there was only one thing that met those criteria.

Destiny breaker bells!

Hualing looked up, looking at the starry dark sky above there with the crescent moon hanging gracefully.

"Your Majesty, am I really the thing that has attracted the ninety-nine thunders?" Hualing whispered softly. The wind that caressed the skin became the answer. The corners of the lips are drawn on both sides, forming a paltry smile.

Hualing took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of silence that gave him a momentary sense of calm.

Recalling about his God, he remembered tomorrow was the second day of the competition. And Yuan Qing would fight Bai Fengying based on the victory on the first day. Yuan Qing's cultivation was at one end of foundation construction, while the demon cultivation was at the golden core stage. Bai Fengying was a cultivator who was at the final stage of foundation construction. There should be no problems in the competition between the two, but somehow he felt an unpleasant premonition. The more the dean of the competition, the more it affected him.

"Why so upset?" Instantly Hualing opened his eyes, looking at the familiar face above his own. So close that their noses touched.

"Ah Qing's. Have you finished cultivating? Is your gold core stable?" ask him two questions.

"Yes, very stable." the answer was after releasing a butterfly kiss on the lip of the Hualing pomegranate.

Yuan Qing straightened up and then sat down next to Hualing, "what is it that makes you miserable?" he repeated the same question.

"The match between you and Bai Fengying" Hualing replied without covering up.

"I know that, but anxiety doesn't disappear either." her reply with a look of laughter.

"I'll be careful. Everything's gonna be okay, I'm gonna be okay"

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The main competition area of the Soaring Cloud sect was a floating platform the size of a noble house. Floating at a height, a little low compared to the top of the mountain.

A round-shaped battle arena was built in the middle of the arena, while the watching disciples were seated on top of the stands at the edges.

The sect masters and elders would sit on a large stretcher-shaped floating platform. Watching the thousands of excited disciples below while they were busy praising the disciples from other sects with false stale bases.

Hualing sat beside Yuan Qing restlessly. Although the man clasped his hands, stroking gently, but his anxiety did not also subside. The sound of cheers all around did not quell the slightest bit of anxiety.

"Ling'er just calm down." His whisper softly.

"Next competition! Bai Fengying of the Sky sect against Yuan Qing of the soaring cloud sect!"

The voice of the elder who served as the judge seemed to stop Hualing's heartbeat. The anxiety is getting stronger. He clasped Yuan Qing's hand even tighter, forbidding him to move.

"Ling'er," There was a determination in Yuan Qing's eyes, undeniable, not wanting to be broken.

Weakly Hualing let go of the grasp. From the storage ring he took out a slender sword. It was the sword that Hualing had always used, "it was a sword that I picked up randomly in the secret realm. It wasn't originally named, but since I used it so often that it formed a purple lightning pattern along the blade, so I named it the Purple Lightning River. My spiritual energy is still left there, the sword also does not resist when you use it. So you take it, I won't calm down if you use your rusty sword."

Yuan Qing smiled, Dis picked up a sword without the scabbard. Noting the naturally formed lightning patterns from the purple lightning that Hualing flowed in each fight, rubbed with two fingers along the sword body. "I'll return it after the competition!" He cried before jumping down into the arena.