Ran Ran did not ignore the chaos happening outside the magic circle with a faint halo:
As both are members of the seven major sects, the two forces of the elders and the younger ones are in direct opposition.
Everyone's circumstances in the world are completely different, so there are many points of misunderstanding between each other. Only by looking at everything and everyone with a more tolerant attitude, when all kinds of strange situations happen in front of you, you will not have so many whys in your mind.
It was incredible that the young disciples of the seven major sects suddenly stood up and opposed their elders and fellow disciples, but it really happened.
Because change does not only exist at the moment it happens, the seeds of its vitality have been planted long before.
This seed of change may have been born when he saw people of his own age who were in completely different situations: they had similar appearances, and they were both cultivators walking around the Central Continent, but one could act openly and honestly, while the other had to be cautious in everything he did...
Or maybe it was when they found that they were powerless to change the situation except for a thorough resistance: the strong bullied the weak and the weak were taken advantage of. The bad nature of human beings led to such a situation, while the good nature of human beings made people question and puzzled about it.
Ran Ran just took another look and stopped worrying about why these passionate young people did this.
They always have their reasons.
Just thinking from the conclusion, it is undoubtedly wise to raise the banner of rebellion at this time: the time, the place and the people are all right.
With the help of the power of Saint Wushan, the goals pursued by these people have the greatest possibility at this moment.
Zhenren Xuanyuan just stared at the saint girl in the magic circle, his eyes filled with shock and fear, nostalgia and indifference.
When Luo Haocang was caught off guard, Master Xuanyuan gave him a sound transmission technique.
[Please call the Demon Lord quickly! 】
Luo Haocang's eyes widened in an instant. Invite the Demon Lord? Him? How?
In an instant, countless questions rushed into his mind, but before he could react, Master Xuanyuan suddenly stuffed something into his arms.
"The magic weapon, the Phantom Sound Conch?!"
Luo Haocang never thought that he would be able to see the magical weapon that was said to have been lost for thousands of years in his lifetime. If one calculates carefully, the time when this magical weapon, the Fantasy Sound Conch, has been famous is much longer than his age.
Rumor has it that this is a magical artifact that can transmit sound regardless of the status and wishes of others, and even the level of their cultivation. As long as you imagine the person you want to transmit sound to in your mind, even if the other person's sea of consciousness is in a state of strong resistance, the Fantasy Sound Conch can completely ignore the resistance and interference, and directly break into the other person's sea of consciousness to establish contact with him.
As Luo Haocang thought about it, cold sweat broke out all over his body. He held the magic weapon, the Fantasy Sound Conch, in his hands as if he was holding a hot potato that he didn't know how to put.
"…It is said that the Demon Lord is in seclusion. I cannot persuade him to surrender even if I use all my tricks. It is no wonder that Master lent me these secret treasures…"
Luo Haocang was not so fanciful as to think that Master Xuanyuan would directly give him the Fantasy Sound Conch for emergency purposes. At the same time, he was also very clear-headed and knew that Master Xuanyuan wanted him to avoid the Saint Girl and convey the message to the Demon Lord quickly and covertly.
After all, as the head of the Luo family who is good at dealing with people in all seven major sects, having an active mind is a basic quality.
But he overlooked one variable - Luo Jinghua.
This really cannot be blamed on Luo Haocang. After all, he has always had the habit of ignoring Luo Jinghua. At this moment of crisis, he could not even think of the unexpected factor of Luo Jinghua.
So when Luo Haocang thought he had avoided everyone's sight and sneaked out of the martial arts field alone, light footsteps sounded behind him, accompanied by a low voice with a texture of metal and stone.
Except when in front of the Saint, the two sides of Luo Jinghua's mind would pop up to interrupt. In all other situations, he could handle things as the dignified and calm heir of the Luo family, including towards his father.
"Father needs to think before he does it."
Luo Haocang was startled by the voice and turned around suddenly. He was not very familiar with this son whom he did not care about at all. He did not even recognize the voice at first. Even when he heard the word "father", his heart skipped a beat.
After knowing that the person coming was Luo Jinghua, Luo Haocang immediately changed his demeanor. He was no longer the humble begging for mercy in front of the Saint, no longer the flattering and cautious one in front of Xuanyuan Zhenren, and no longer the tolerant and loving father in front of Luo Pingyang...
The way he faced Luo Jinghua was more like treating an opponent who needed to be guarded against, and he put on an inexplicable attitude from top to bottom. Luo Haocang's face darkened, "Why are you following me?! Why don't you go back?!"
Luo Jinghua lowered his eyes and did not reply immediately, which was completely different from his usual obedience and compliance with instructions.
Luo Haocang was very surprised, and at the same time, he felt a little uncertain and fearful.
Yes, fear.
That kind of fear is like suddenly discovering one day that the puppet doll that you have been controlling suddenly has a soul. It not only opens its eyes to look at people, but also speaks, cries, and has its own thoughts.
That sense of horror comes from deep within the soul. No matter how hard you try to hide it or make yourself unconscious of it, that fear will still penetrate through layers of flesh and blood and show up on the outermost layer of skin.
Luo Haocang couldn't help but get goosebumps because Luo Jinghua was slowly raising his eyes to look at him, like a puppet's soul and gaze connecting with him inch by inch.
When he spoke again, Luo Haocang's voice trembled unconsciously.
"Father is asking you a question! Don't you have ears?!"
Luo Jinghua stood up completely and looked straight at Luo Haocang, "Father?"
“…What’s the matter!” Luo Haocang also straightened his body to deal with the uncomfortable feeling of fear.
"You've seen the chaos at the martial arts arena, and you want me to go back now..." Luo Jinghua had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes, which were not stained by dust, even had a strange innocence, "Do you want me to die?"
Luo Jinghua couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "You can't talk to your father like that, it's disrespectful!"
"Father is about to do something important that Xuan Yuan Zhenren has asked him to do. Why don't you leave immediately?"
Luo Haocang's words became more and more urgent, because he became more and more frightened.
The emotions revealed in Luo Jinghua's beautiful eyes seemed to be gradually turning into a bloodthirsty, throat-cutting blade, which was about to slice his body into slices as thin as a cicada's wing.
It's really frightening!
"Retreat quickly!" Luo Haocang roared.
Luo Jinghua lowered his eyes in disappointment, "You are really not worthy of being my father."
"A father shouldn't let his child die."
Luo Haocang just felt that he had no words to express his pain. He didn't ask him to die! He just got in the way of his business! He just asked him to leave!
"Then can you please leave, father?!" Luo Haocang was completely furious!
Luo Jinghua lowered his head, with a smile on his face, "I am not worthy of being your son, because a son..."
"You shouldn't kill your own father."
As a sword flashed, Luo Jinghua raised his face with a bright smile, just like when he was a child standing in front of his father's door, longing for his father to open the door and give him a look.
The bright red blood splattered on his fair skin, like red plum blossoms blooming in the endless snow, and then slowly fell along his handsome eyebrows and thick eyelashes.
The sound of my mother crying in front of the door when I was young seemed to disappear along with the snow that was melted by the hot blood.
It feels so good. Luo Jinghua exhaled, and a light white mist floated in the air. The smile on his face was beautiful and genuine.
I will no longer be trapped by my father's gaze. (End of this chapter)
