The excruciating pain sent the Infinite King’s power into a frenzy, causing the palace to shake violently, with massive stones raining down.
"Go." Seizing the mont, Min Ning’s left hand darted into the snake’s molted opening like lightning, grabbing Qing Li’s cold wrist and pulling her out into his embrace. Her figure was light, and the golden light at his heart continued its faint pulsation.
Chen Yi decisively halted his sword montum, tapped his toes on the edge of the pool, using the force to fly back and land beside Min Ning, supporting her as she swayed slightly from old injuries.
The two exchanged a glance, with no hesitation.
Her long sword pointed to a swollen wall on the side of the palace that had cracked due to intense vibrations. Chen Yi understood and thrust his sword straight out.
"Break." They both muttered in a low voice.
A Sword Gang amidst the scattered winds and clouds, an Destruction Zen Sword, like two dragons erging from the sea, fiercely struck the cracked wall.
Boom.
The already unstable wall instantly exploded like a burst boil, revealing a massive hole leading to the dark outside world.
Chen Yi protected Min Ning and the Qing Li in her arms, the three shooting out like arrows from the break, disappearing into the darkness and the pervasive mist outside.
Behind them, only the most extre painful and furious roars of the Infinite King remained...
.........
Their escape from the palace extended for three hundred miles without stopping until several hours later when they confird the Infinite King did not pursue them, only then did they pause.
Min Ning gathered Qing Li’s soul, pinched a seal and rolled it like a mustard seed. Chen Yi wondered where she learned such a Taoist skill, not deep but practical.
Looking back, the demon cave still seed vivid in mory. This safe exit was sowhat fortuitous; the Infinite King had gathered demons there for three hundred years with many generals under his command. But the Southern Border had always been a place of disinterest to military strategists, and the Infinite King acted like the Earth Emperor, misjudged the two as re petty thieves, inevitably being overconfident.
In terms of their encounter earlier, if the Infinite King sitting in the demon cave exerted his full force, his power would rival the Third Grade Realm, a rarity even among the Jianghu’s third-rank experts.
However, regardless of how they review now, there’s no need to feel anxious; the task is completed, enough to report back to Qin Xuzhi.
With Qing Li’s soul collected by Min Ning into her dwelling, she approached, staring at Chen Yi.
"What’s the matter?"
Chen Yi was montarily bewildered, instinctively thinking he hadn’t done anything to betray Min Ning.
"Nothing much, just recalling your moves earlier, the swordsmanship was a bit... uncanny." Min Ning said.
Seeing she wasn’t questioning him, Chen Yi relaxed, feeling she had more to say, and followed up with, "At that ti in the Sword Pool, I realized sothing unusual about Sword Intent."
"I figured too."
Min Ning glossed over it, clearly not what she wanted to ask, blinking and saying:
"Are you still Fourth Rank?"
Her eyes showed so excitent.
"I once reached the Third Rank."
She suddenly lost that excitent.
On their westward journey into Sichuan, Min Ning pursued opportunities as Zhu Yu instructed, seizing the inheritance and making rapid progress in the Martial Arts Realm, reaching Fourth Rank in just a few years, which was once unthinkable. The heroine inevitably was full of enthusiasm, thinking the next eting wouldn’t an to intimidate Chen Yi but would be enough to stand her ground and make her presence felt.
But Fate surpassed human plans; he had already witnessed higher sights.
"...you once reached Third Rank, what does that an?" Quite a while passed before Min Ning asked.
"It’s a long story, better not to tell, too intricate, and so secrets can’t be divulged to you."
Listening to his perfunctory response, Min Ning was dissatisfied but did not press for the details.
She always trusted him.
Compared to Min Ning’s trust, Chen Yi found it peculiar; when he broke through to Third Rank and understood Sword Creation of Heaven and Earth, wasn’t she present then, why such ignorance?
Perhaps when he initially entered the Sword Pool, her limited perspective couldn’t discern it?
Min Ning did not further inquire about Chen Yi’s Sword Intent; she had her path to follow, and he had his. Asking would inevitably lead to comparisons, and comparisons often lead to unnecessary frustration.
More than this, since their last separation, she had sothing else she wanted to ask.
"Chen Zunming."
"Hmm?"
"At that ti..." Min Ning hesitated, sowhat reluctant to speak, but finally said, ".....did you take advantage of when I was unconscious?"
Zhu Yu: "..."
Chen Yi’s face turned quirky and replied, "Am I that vile?"
"Oh, then maybe I was dreaming." Min Ning murmured, "Such an oddity, I rarely dream."
Zhou Yitang silently breathed a sigh of relief.
"You missed so much," Chen Yi said playfully, "There’s nothing strange about that."
"How’s that possible?" Min Ning scoffed, long accustod to his shalessness.
With the Martial Arts reaching Fourth Rank, although she couldn’t outdo him, she could stand alongside him, no longer showing weakness like in the Capital City.
Chen Yi edged closer; after so long apart, suddenly eting again stirred ancient desires.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
"Min Yuechi, shall we find a place to make your dream co true?"
He remained so frivolous and disrespectful, Min Ning raised her eyebrows, unwilling to let this lustful ghost succeed.
"I don’t think so."
Chen Yi reached for her hand, but Min Ning deftly dodged, swinging herself around to draw her sword, its blade pointing straight at Chen Yi.
Her brows revealed nothing but unbridled heroism.
Heroine Min smiled and said:
"Defeat first, then we can talk."
...
Soon after.
Min Ning, with a small black eye, tilted her head back, downing wine.
The sword handle hit her face.
Chen Yi appeared apologetic.
Honestly, when two martial artists spar, a little friction or minor injuries are extrely common.
Moreover, after Chen Yi went berserk and fell in rank, equally at Fourth Rank, it’s even harder to hold back, as he naturally refuses to lower his head to others.
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