Martial Cultivator

However, because the women practicing asceticism in this nunnery had unusual backgrounds, these luxuries seemed ordinary.

Alongside the sound of cooking emanating from the kitchen, there were also hushed discussions among some young nuns.

"Who's turn is it to deliver food to that person today? Got to be careful."

"It's Xiaoyu today. This girl is meticulous, perhaps she won't make any mistakes."

"Do you think the maids who were beaten before were punished because they made mistakes? It was intentional. If you don't make mistakes, you won't be beaten?"

"Sigh, it was fine before. Since the Empress..."

"Don't speak. Quickly shut your mouth. How can we discuss such matters?"

As the voices gradually faded away, a delicate-looking young nun emerged from the kitchen carrying a food container. She headed towards the courtyard in the westernmost part. Many young nuns cast sympathetic glances her way when they saw this scene. The nuns who were sweeping away snow could not help but sigh.

The nun named Xiaoyu kept her head low, obscuring her expression.

She traversed the long corridor, walking a long distance until she reached a chamber. Then, she knocked on the door gently.

The door suddenly opened with a creak.

Xiaoyu walked in.

A moment later, a series of cussing erupted from the chamber, accompanied by the shattering of porcelain.

The noise was extremely loud, audible to many. Yet, no one dared to pay attention or say anything. They just continued with their tasks. Some simply looked over with sympathy, but were similarly silent.

It was unclear how much time passed.

The young nun came out, her face marked with a distinct handprint.

Her hands were covered in wounds, but no fresh blood dripped. Instead, she had caught it with her clothes.

The chamber was in disarray, an elderly nun sat withered on a cushion, her eyes filled with endless resentment.

She naturally could not be called old, traces of her youthful charm still lingered on her face, with only two faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Yet, her entire being exuded a sense of archaicness, like a piece of withered wood.

The young nun naturally could not provoke resentment from her. The object of the older nun's resentment was naturally not her.

Given her status, there was hardly anyone in the world who dared to provoke her. Unfortunately, the person who did provoke her left her helpless.

In the hushed chamber, the elderly nun slowly stood up, approached the window, and glanced into the distance. The nunnery was not large, and she had long grown tired of the view, but she could not leave because someone forbade her.

"Looking for many years, and you'll still have to look for many more, all the way until you die. Thinking about it this way, it's truly agonizing too."

A voice suddenly sounded out inside the chamber.

The old nun suddenly turned around, and a middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe appeared in the chamber at some unknown time.

His appearance was ordinary, and his aura was also ordinary. At this moment, he just looked thoughtfully at the shattered porcelain on the floor and said, "Your brother-in-law's temper hasn't changed much over the years. You've helped him a lot. Even if it was at the behest of that person before, now that person is dead. It's only right for him to give you some leeway."

The old nun looked at this unwelcome guest, her expression ugly as she said coldly, "Who are you?!"

This old nun was no ordinary old nun. Not only did she have a distinguished identity, but her cultivation was also profound. Yet, she failed to notice when this man had entered the room, which naturally shocked her.

"What does it matter who I am?" The man in the blue robe said indifferently, "Since you harbor so much resentment, don't you want to do something about it?"

Looking at the old nun, the man in the blue robe said calmly, "Back then, during the Battle of Han River, if it weren't for you providing him with the defensive layout, could he have easily crossed the river? Given such a great favor, if it were me, I'd naturally have put you on a pedestal. But what happened? He made you spend more than a decade here. Your biological sister passed away and you wanted to see her one last time, but did you manage to?"

Hearing the words Han River, a cold gleam flashed across the old nun's eyes. A terrifying aura suddenly appeared in the room. The old nun had somehow produced a whisk in her hand, and she suddenly swung out. Countless silk threads shot out like tentacles toward the man across from her, carrying the full brunt of her cultivation base.

However, after a moment, the old nun just let out a muffled groan. The myriad silk threads suddenly dissipated. She staggered backward, vomiting a large mouthful of blood.

The reason was just because the blue-robed man glanced at her.

The overwhelming terrifying aura dissipated just like that, and the old nun's most formidable technique was shattered.

The man in the blue robe looked at the old nun with indifference, and said calmly, "If you want to die, I can fulfill your wish now, so you don't have to endure countless years in this nunnery."

The old nun's eyes were filled with resentment, but she did not dare to attack again. Suddenly, she thought of something, raised her head rather painfully, and a look of disbelief appeared in her eyes.

The man in the blue robe naturally knew what she was thinking but just said indifferently, "Not too stupid after all."

"It's been so many years, you all still haven't given up?"

The old nun remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, her voice carrying a sense of weariness.

The man in the blue robe looked at her, seemingly lost in thought. It took a long time before he spoke again, "Hidden for a long time, now we seek repayment."

The old nun remained silent, unwilling to speak.

The man in the blue robe just looked at her like that.

"You all don't know how terrifying he is."

The old nun recalled the man she could call brother-in-law. From the beginning, she knew the man's terror. Now that the softest spot in his heart was gone, he naturally became even more terrifying.

The man in the blue robe said, "You're useless. Someone like you, I won't kill, and I won't ask you to do anything either. You're just a clown on the riverbank. Back then, you jumped in, thinking he would bring you more benefits. But how could you have anticipated that your own sister would treat you like this? Now, asking you to choose again is meaningless."

The old nun listened to his vague words and remained silent.

The man in the blue robe said, "No matter how terrifying he was, he should be dead by now. Venturing deep into the desolate north, who does he think he is? His ambitions are too grand, and his methods are too numerous, yet he lacks the capability. Wanting to be the ruler for all eternity, how could it be so easy?"

The old nun frowned and asked, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

The man in the blue robe sneered, "You sit here in this nunnery, feeling perfectly justified and contented. The Divine Capital is right in front of you, but you know nothing. Truly pathetic."

The old nun looked at the man in the blue robe, remaining silent.

The man in the blue robe continued, "The current reign of the Great Liang, you played a significant role in establishing it. But since he treats you this way, if I were you, I would undoubtedly destroy this world. You may not have the ability or the courage, so I'll help you."

The old nun still did not speak. She could not believe that her brother-in-law would truly die in the desolate north. Although she harbored deep resentment towards that man, she was also profoundly terrified of that man's power. She absolutely did not believe that he would die like this.

As if discerning the old nun's thoughts, the man in the blue robe said calmly, "No matter how powerful he is, there's a limit too. Venturing deep into the desolate north with a mortal body, he deserves to die."

"My time is limited and I don't want to waste any more words with you. I only came here for one thing."

The man in the blue robe looked at the old nun, and his gaze suddenly becoming incomparably sharp, like a sharp sword.

"What?"

The old nun also furrowed her brows, looking at the man in front of her with caution.

The man in the blue robe asked, word by word, "Is that young man of the deceased crown prince's bloodline?"

The Great Liang Emperor currently had no crown prince. This so-called crown prince could only be that Emperor Lingzong's most beloved son, that deposed emperor's father.

Who was also the current Great Liang Emperor's elder brother.

The old man looked at the blue-robed man and did not immediately speak.

The man in the blue robe said calmly, "My time is limited, and my patience is also limited."

As he opened his mouth, the entire room instantly rampaged with a surge of killing intent.

The entire house now resembled a vast sea, with fierce winds and towering waves.

This was a Nepenthe powerhouse.

The old nun's complexion turned pale in an instant.