Chapter 330: M-My Sword…
Real Person Yuyao felt as if a river of stars was crashing down from the heavens.
That Milky Way—mysterious and untouchable in the night sky—was now plunging from the celestial do straight toward her.
Her teeth chattered. Cold sweat drenched her back in an instant.
Instinctively, she moved to summon a defensive spiritual treasure to block it.
But the strike was already locked in a deadlock—with the sword intent of the Tianlan Sword.
Two sword intents clashed in the forest sky above, grinding against each other.
There was no thunderous explosion, no deafening clash—only a chilling, soundless slaughter.
In that unseen battlefield, Real Person Yuyao seed to glimpse two unparalleled swordmasters dueling, their blades entwined, evenly matched, until their sword intents canceled each other out, and the vision faded.
The Tianlan Sword lost its radiance and floated back to her side.
Its sword intent had been exhausted. It would need ti to recover before it could be drawn again. anwhile, the figure of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor had vanished.
“Was he obliterated?
But… why didn’t the Tianlan Sword return any such feedback?”
Real Person Yuyao frowned, her face full of confusion.
She even began to suspect her senses had dulled after falling from the Grand Ascension stage.
The next mont—
A surge of sword intent exploded from the far distance.
“Not good!”
Her gaze snapped toward it.
With a wave of her hand, the forest vanished, and the Holy Land of Jade Pool reappeared.
There—right in the middle of the holy land—a vast Milky Way of sword qi sliced diagonally across the terrain, and atop it stood a black-robed man holding a young woman in his right arm.
“Old hag, This Venerable One’s had his fun today. Let’s pick up the duel another day! Hahahahaha!”
Grinning wide, Chen Huaian held Yue Qianchi and, with a flicker, exited Real Person Yuyao’s Small World. With another flicker, he completely disappeared from her divine sense.
“Stop right there, thief! Leave the Five-Elent Physique behind!”
In a panic, Real Person Yuyao hurled several spiritual treasures at once. But they all hit nothing but air. Having forcibly activated too many top-tier spiritual treasures, she was left pale and weakened.
“D**n it! It was a feint…”
She finally realized it.
The Sword Pavilion Ancestor never intended to fight her to the death.
That sword strike had been a diversion. He’d already withdrawn and snuck into her Holy Land to rescue soone. With his strength, who among the elders here could’ve stopped him?
Only her senior martial sister might have.
But unfortunately…
That senior martial sister had long disapproved of her conduct.
If the Sword Pavilion Ancestor ca to destroy the Holy Land, her senior sister would definitely intervene.
But if he ca just to rescue soone?
She would absolutely turn a blind eye.
All that effort—for nothing.
The more Real Person Yuyao thought about it, the angrier she got. In a single stride, she stepped into the deepest part of the Holy Land: a cold spring pool.
There, a serene young woman sat cross-legged.
She wore simple white robes. Though she wore no makeup, her beauty was like a painting. True essence pulsed around her body—and within it, one could faintly hear thunderclaps.
That was the mark of soone locked onto by Heavenly Tribulation.
“Senior Sister, This Venerable One is in such a disgraceful state now… and you’re just going to sit there and do nothing?”
The young woman remained silent for a long ti, as if she hadn’t heard.
Real Person Yuyao’s expression darkened. She bit her lip and turned to leave.
But a cool voice ca from behind her:
“Isn’t your current disgrace entirely your own doing?”
“Yuyao, I told you—your ways go against the Heavenly Order. When your tribulation cos, the Heavenly Dao won’t spare you. Even with a Five-Elent Supre Physique, the Heavenly Dao will destroy both your body and soul!”
Yuyao turned back and stared coldly at the young woman, sneering:
“Senior Sister, you spent your entire life doing good, not even touching at. You’ve cultivated in suffering for 2,500 years. Even mortals know you as a saint.
And then? When you ascended to immortality, didn’t you still get blasted down to a scatter-immortal?
What use was all your virtue?
Hear that thunder?
Did the Heavenly Dao spare you?”
The string of retorts made the young woman frown—but she had no reply.
She opened her eyes and looked at Yuyao, gaze calm. After a pause, she spoke softly:
“My Dao wasn’t for the sake of ascending.
It was my Dao that pushed to ascend.
If the Heavenly Dao doesn’t allow to ascend now, it simply ans the ti isn’t right.
When the ti cos—even if I do nothing—I’ll still ascend.”
“You really are… hopelessly deluded.”
This wasn’t the first ti Yuyao had heard that response.
Her ears were calloused from it by now.
If not for the deep bond between them, she wouldn’t have saved her senior sister’s life back when she was blasted down to a scatter-immortal.
Now she regretted it. Should’ve let that stubborn mule die back then.
“Senior Sister, take your ti stewing here.”
She ran a hand over the cold stone pillar. Her eyes flickered, but her resolve only hardened.
“This Venerable One will ascend!
And when I do, I’ll demand the Heavenly Dao tell —
Why does it tornt cultivators like us?!”
“Yuyao!” the white-robed girl snapped, her voice cold.
“You still intend to do those Heaven-defying, conscience-breaking deeds?
I’m warning you—that technique you’re using, it’s of dubious origin.
It’s incomplete, shrouded in mystery—likely a fragnt of so demonic art.
If you continue down this path… you will et calamity!”
“Heh. None of your business.”
Yuyao flung her sleeve and stord off.
The cold spring remained silent for a long while.
Eventually, a soft sigh echoed.
“Your body is ravaged by pill poison. Your foundation’s damaged. Your realm has fallen…
If soone from the Burning Purification Holy Land cos after you…
You can co find .”
Real Person Yuyao’s footsteps paused slightly.
But she didn’t look back. Nor did she reply.
Small World
Chen Huaian laid Yue Qianchi down and instantly vomited a huge mouthful of blood.
“F***... having a bunch of spiritual treasures is so damn impressive, huh…”
This was the first ti since playing the Digital Girlfriend ga that his projection had been seriously injured. His health bar was down to a third.
And the pain—both physical and spiritual—was real.
He checked his character status and imdiately blacked out from shock.
[Sword Qi Body Erosion: 999 stacks | Internal Bleeding: 999 stacks | Torn ridians | Organ Damage | Soul Damage | Vomiting Blood | Dizziness | Weak Limbs | Blurred Vision | Weakness: 999 stacks | Exhaustion: 999 stacks…]
His entire status page was a wall of debuffs.
Even his Black Scales Sword had cracked.
That hurt more than if he had cracked.
There was no ti to return to Luoxia Peak with the unconscious Yue Qianchi.
He imdiately sat cross-legged to stabilize his injuries.
That duel with Real Person Yuyao—the Tianlan Sword Intent had done the most damage.
The mont that sword was released, he had been pulled into an illusion where he fought an ancient Sword Saint one-on-one.
On the surface, their sword intents looked evenly matched.
But in that illusion, he got utterly wrecked.
If not for the fact that the sword intent from the Green Lotus Sword Manual was on par with Tianlan’s, this projection of his would’ve been toast.
And that was just one of Yuyao’s spiritual treasures.
She still had seven others.
She hadn’t even used her life-bound artifact…
Even with her cultivation suppressed, Yuyao hadn’t truly fought him—just threw out a few of her usual self-defense treasures and still left him a ss.
The Black Scales Sword was never top-tier to begin with.
Pulling off Galaxy-Falling Sword had already pushed it to its limit.
Then ca the clash with Tianlan Sword Intent.
Then it had to slash through the formation sealing the Holy Land’s dungeon.
After all that?
The fact it hadn’t outright snapped was a miracle.
Chen Huaian briefly stabilized his condition, then pulled out the Black Scales Sword and gently laid it across his knees.
He caressed it softly and, upon checking its state, his face turned utterly grim.
“M-my Black Scales Sword… you’ve suffered…”
The sword spirit did not respond.
Normally, it would chirp back the mont it heard his voice.
After all, it was the child—son or daughter—he’d nurtured with his sword intent, day and night.
The Black Scales Sword had slowly evolved from a spiritual weapon to a top-grade spiritual artifact. He’d thought, with a little more effort, it would break through to the treasure level.
Now?
The blade was cracked—it could still be reforged.
But the sword spirit was on the verge of death.
And what the hell could he use to bring that back?
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