Chapter 104
The white shadow of the sword danced gracefully, shifting from elegance to a fierce display, the sword's momentum growing heavier. A chill surged from her feet to the top of her head, sending shivers down Yun Suxin's spine.
Without a second thought, she knelt before the white figure, her voice trembling, "I beg you, senior, please spare us! I am the young master of Lingxi Valley, willing to atone for my sins!"
Her mother was still recuperating deep within Lingxi Valley, and this person was certainly no match for her. She couldn't bear to see the foundation of Lingxi Valley destroyed like this.
"Spare you? Too late! Stop your whining and take this sword!"
The great cultivator's voice boomed like thunder, making Yun Suxin's vision explode with stars.
Then she heard him recite with a laugh:
"The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke; from afar, the waterfall hangs in front of the river!"
Boom—!
The cosmic river of stars rolled.
Beneath the cultivator's feet, a torrent was already beginning to pour forth.
In Lingxi Valley, a thunderous roar echoed, and the disciples all knelt on the ground, trembling in fear.
As for the nominal elders, they had long since awakened from their meditation and fled the moment the celestial phenomenon appeared. Only a few remained, staring at the sky in shock.
"Please... please, senior, spare us..."
Under the terrifying pressure of heaven and earth, every word from Yun Suxin felt like it was being forced from her throat.
Her vision blurred gradually, and she could only vaguely see the white shadow, sword in hand, soaring into the sky like a comet.
Then, with a forward slash!
"Flowing down three thousand feet, it seems like the Milky Way... falling from the Ninth Heaven!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the echoes still lingering, the galaxy beneath the cultivator's feet shattered into countless beams of sword light, cascading down.
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Chapter 110: Mind Your Own Business
In front of the main hall of Lingxi Valley.
A female disciple collapsed to the ground, her face pale as she gazed at the massive sword scar stretching dozens of meters wide before her.
This scar began at the entrance of Lingxi Valley and cut straight through to the back mountain, its edge smooth as a mirror, unfathomably deep. If one listened closely, they could hear the faint sound of sword chants emanating from within.
"Ah, Baohua Peak, Baohua Peak is gone..."
Someone shouted in panic.
Lingxi Valley had a high cliff known as Baohua Peak.
The elder hall and the master’s cave were situated atop it.
At this moment, Baohua Peak had been cleaved in two, a massive gash splitting the sky, as if a mountain god had struck it with a giant axe.
The waterfall that once hung from Baohua Peak had, of course, been severed.
A fierce wind howled through the crack, wailing mournfully, intensifying the chill in the hearts of the disciples.
One sword could shatter mountains, and the scar was as deep as an abyss.
Who was that white shadow stepping on the galaxy?
How could they possess such terrifying swordsmanship?
And why did they target Lingxi Valley?
The answers to these questions likely resided only with Yun Suxin, kneeling before Chen Huai'an, and Yun Baiyu, the valley master.
Yun Baiyu knelt before Yun Suxin, one knee on the ground, gripping Chen Huai'an's black-scaled sword. Crimson blood flowed down her pale wrist, staining her white sleeve a shocking red.
"Please, senior, have mercy, cough cough..."
After only a few words, Yun Baiyu coughed up blood. Her health was already poor, and now, bearing half the might of that sword strike for Lingxi Valley and Yun Suxin only added to her suffering.
"Mother, you..." Yun Suxin struggled to rise, but Yun Baiyu turned back, her gaze sharp, commanding, "Kneel!"
Yun Suxin opened her mouth, her body trembling, but ultimately knelt back down, lowering her head. Her clenched fists relaxed and tightened repeatedly, her face alternating between red and pale.
Yun Baiyu turned her gaze toward Chen Huai'an, unable to meet his eyes, forcing a bitter smile, "Senior, may I ask which reclusive elder from the Sword Pavilion you are? Regardless of what has caused your anger, as the valley master of Lingxi Valley, I am willing to take responsibility. But please, this child, Suxin, is still young; I hope you won't hold her accountable."
She silently stared at the cultivator's boots, feeling utterly humiliated.
In the Cangyun Realm, strength was the only truth.
She used to believe that as long as Lingxi Valley maintained good relations, they could turn crises into opportunities, and countless cultivators would come to their aid in times of need.
But ever since that incident three years ago, she had awakened to reality.
At that time, a legendary treasure sword emerged from the Eastern Continent's secret realm.
To gain the sword's recognition, countless cultivators turned on each other, rivers of blood flowed, and in the end, they could no longer distinguish friend from foe; even her partner had turned against her.
After that, she understood that relying on outsiders would lead to destruction.
They could only depend on themselves.
Personal strength was the most crucial factor.
And so it was at this moment.
If she had not been injured and was still at her peak, even if she were not a match for this sword cultivator, she would not be kneeling before him, begging for mercy, devoid of any courage to resist.
This person's sword was far too ferocious.
Was this truly the sword cultivator known as the most formidable in the Cangyun Realm?
Today, she had witnessed it firsthand.
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Chen Huai'an's silence was not an act of coldness.
Rather, he was taken aback by the power of his own strike.
He had always remembered that Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi were there to buy spirit herbs, so when he unleashed this sword strike, he hadn't used his full strength.
But fearing it wouldn't be intimidating enough, he had exerted eighty percent of his power.
Yet even that was enough to cleave a mountain in two.
If it weren't for the timely arrival of this woman, Lingxi Valley would likely have been obliterated.
Along with Yun Suxin, the disciples of Lingxi Valley, and all the spirit fields and herbs would have been ground to dust!
[Your avatar experience time remaining: 10 seconds!]
A prompt popped up in his vision.
Chen Huai'an snapped back to reality.
He blinked, looking at the valley master of Lingxi Valley, who had the face of a young girl but a head full of white hair, her age indeterminate. He furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice, "My disciple came to buy spirit herbs, but your daughter deliberately set up an illusion array to make things difficult. I calculated a bit and felt that your Lingxi Valley had some connection with my sword, so I made a mark in the sky, and indeed, the connection is quite profound."
Yun Baiyu's lips twitched.
What a connection; this kind of connection was better left untouched.
But she could only force a smile, "So, senior, have you formed this connection today?"
"Of course." Chen Huai'an nodded seriously, then began to ramble, "Connection, marvelous! Beyond words! Just like now, having cut this mountain, I feel quite pleased. Thus, this is fate!"
Seeing the valley master remain silent, he awkwardly chuckled and added:
"Well, I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave. Those two are my juniors; I hope the valley master can take care of them. In the future, I’ll come back to cut some more and find some fated treasures."
With that, the ten seconds were up.
Chen Huai'an's figure transformed into scattered sword light, vanishing with the wind.
Witnessing this, Yun Baiyu's heart sank further.
Just an avatar was already this powerful; if his true self came...
When did the Sword Pavilion gain such a formidable old monster?!
There hadn’t been a whisper of news.
Fortunately, today her daughter had only activated the second layer of the illusion array and not the third. If those two young girls had been harmed, this old monster might have gone on a rampage and turned Lingxi Valley to dust in one breath!
Yun Baiyu felt a wave of panic wash over her, and with her injuries flaring up, she felt the world spinning.
At that moment, a pair of hands reached from behind to support her.
Yun Suxin's eyes were red, her lips trembling, "Mother, are you... are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Yun Baiyu weakly patted Yun Suxin's head, her eyes filled with affection and guilt, reassuring her, "Don't worry, it’s just a matter of resting for a while. That sword cultivator didn’t use his full strength; it seems he was merely giving us a warning."
Yun Suxin pouted.
Lingxi Valley had nearly been cleaved in two, and this was considered a warning?
The people from the Sword Pavilion were too unreasonable; not only had they robbed them, but they had also smashed the illusion array. Now, they had not only destroyed the array but nearly taken down the mountain gate as well, and yet it was they who were now apologizing and trying to smooth things over.
"Alright, you go attend to those two disciples from the Sword Pavilion."
Yun Baiyu, anxious to suppress her injuries and not wanting her daughter to notice anything amiss, feigned indifference, "Treat them as honored guests; don’t lose your manners, especially the younger one."
That sword cultivator had mentioned that the younger one was his disciple.
With such a powerful background, it was best not to offend them.
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