Chapter 105
“Qingran, was that just now your master?!”
Yue Qianchi stared at the severed Baihua Peak, still in a daze.
“Yeah, that was my master’s avatar, but it can’t be away from the main body for too long,” Li Qingran nodded.
Her demeanor was much improved.
Having witnessed her master’s swordsmanship at Qingyun Sect, she was still shaken by that last strike, but at least she had been somewhat prepared for it.
Now, however, she was more concerned about her master’s physical condition.
How was her master doing right now?
This avatar seemed to be in the Hehuan stage, which meant greater consumption.
Would that affect her master’s combat ability and the demon poison within?
“Awesome! Absolutely awesome!” Yue Qianchi exclaimed, squatting down to trace the sword marks on the ground, clicking her tongue in admiration. “If the avatar is that powerful, just how strong is the main body?”
“Qingran… doesn’t your master ever think about finding a partner? As your senior sister, I usually wrap myself up in cloth, but if I were to let loose… heh, you know what I mean~ Anyway, nowadays, male cultivators seem to like my type.”
Li Qingran’s face flushed at her words, and she rolled her eyes, unable to help but scold, “Senior sister, to be honest, my master prefers someone a bit younger!”
“Oh really~ How do you know that?”
“You, you don’t need to worry about it!!!”
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Chapter 111: Everyone’s Switching to Sword Cultivation? (Shangshan, +1)
“These are the spirit herbs you need.”
Yun Suxin packed up all the herbs on the list, casting a sidelong glance at Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi, snorting, “They’re worth a total of eighty thousand low-grade spirit stones. How do you plan to pay?”
Chen Huai'an, who was waiting for the breakthrough of the opening meridian needle while watching the plot unfold on his phone, was displeased.
What’s the deal? We just cleared out Lingxi Valley for you, and now you want money too?
[Please choose a response]
＜1＞ Spend 4 million ¥ to buy eighty thousand low-grade spirit stones to help pay.
＜2＞ Spend 88 ¥ to unleash a sword and take out Yun Suxin.
＜3＞ This item is fated to be with the main body.
…
Low-grade spirit stones are priced at 50 bucks each, and there’s not a single discount here.
Chen Huai'an’s mouth twitched, and he chose option three.
No particular reason—he just liked the idea of fate.
Li Qingran’s ears perked up as if she heard something. Her cheeks flushed, and she stammered, “Um, just now my master sent me a message to relay…”
Yun Suxin’s scalp tingled, and she took a half-step back, wary. “Relay what?”
“He, he said… he said these spirit herbs are fated to him…”
Yun Suxin: “…”
Yue Qianchi: “…”
Li Qingran awkwardly averted her gaze, lowering her head in silence, her ears gradually turning a shade of pink.
Everyone knew what that meant.
No wonder the Sword Sect was so familiar with robbery.
It seemed to be a family tradition…
Yun Suxin’s chest heaved violently, her face flushed red, her eyes blazing as if they could shoot fire. She took several deep breaths to suppress her anger, gritting her teeth, “Fine! You Sword Sect really knows how to play hardball!”
She shoved the spirit herbs toward Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi, turning her back. “Here you go, not a single spirit stone in return. Are you satisfied? Tell your master not to come to Lingxi Valley for fate anymore. We’re not meant to be, and let’s not meet again in the future!”
Li Qingran stored the herbs in her bag and said earnestly, “Lingxi Valley has a great reputation throughout the Cangyun Realm. If I need more spirit herbs in the future, I will definitely come back.”
Yun Suxin clenched her fists, her teeth grinding together.
She repeatedly reminded herself to stay calm; she had to endure today.
That sword cultivator behind Li Qingran was too terrifying to provoke!
For her mother, for Lingxi Valley… she would endure any humiliation!
She remained silent.
Only after Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi’s footsteps completely faded did she turn back.
To her surprise, there was a somewhat worn storage bag left on the table. It looked like it had been used for a long time, with threads sticking out, making it hard to imagine whether anything inside would get lost. It was clearly the Sword Sect’s style.
Opening the storage bag, she found it filled with the Sword Sect’s specialties.
Though the total value didn’t quite reach eighty thousand low-grade spirit stones, it wasn’t far off.
Yun Suxin’s expression softened a bit as she accepted the storage bag, huffing softly:
“Looks like the Sword Sect still has a bit of conscience.”
This was the best outcome for now.
The illusion array had to be repaired, and the mountain gate had been split in two; they couldn’t let others laugh at them, could they?
But the expenses and energy required for all this were no small matter.
Just thinking about it made her feel mentally exhausted.
Yun Suxin sighed, and suddenly, her mother’s voice echoed in her mind.
“Suxin, come to the back mountain.”
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Back Mountain of Lingxi Valley.
The valley master, Yun Baiyu, had changed into clean clothes and was sitting beside the sword mark.
This sword mark was the deepest, over twenty meters wide, with sword intent continuously emanating from it, leaving various cuts on the surrounding rock walls.
Yun Suxin felt a chill run down her spine as she gazed at the unfathomable sword mark.
What was even more chilling was that although the swordsman had already left, his sword intent remained deeply imprinted in the mark.
“Suxin, this is an opportunity.”
Yun Baiyu looked at the sword mark, a faint joy rising in her brows. “The swordsmanship of this person is unparalleled; I’ve never seen anyone like it in my life. He’s even stronger than Zhang Yibai, the strongest sword cultivator of Zhenwu!”
“Really?!” Yun Suxin’s eyes widened.
Zhang Yibai, the master of Zhenwu Sacred Land.
It was said that he had reached the pinnacle of the Dongxu stage and was known as the strongest sword cultivator in the Cangyun Realm.
“Could it be that this mysterious sword cultivator is even stronger than Zhang Yibai?”
“Not necessarily.” Yun Baiyu pulled her daughter closer, shaking her head. “Zhang Yibai hasn’t drawn his sword in five hundred years.
Five hundred years ago, he only drew three swords and slaughtered the entire demon clan, killing four of the nine demon emperors.
So many years have passed, and no one knows what his current realm is…
But in terms of swordsmanship, this sword cultivator is indeed stronger than Zhang Yibai from five hundred years ago!”
“So what if he is…” Yun Suxin felt increasingly disheartened upon hearing how strong this sword cultivator was, pouting, “His swordsmanship is impressive, but what does that have to do with us?”
Yun Baiyu pointed at the sword mark. “Look.”
Suddenly, a sword qi shot out from the mark.
With a sharp sound, it opened a gash in the rock beside Yun Suxin. Just the passing sword wind made her break out in a cold sweat.
“For sword cultivators, the most important thing is sword intent. Understanding sword intent is how one enhances their swordsmanship,” Yun Baiyu said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes brightening.
“Now that the sword intent in this mark is condensed and unscattered, isn’t it the best condition for comprehension? In the future, all disciples of Lingxi Valley will comprehend this unparalleled sword intent and switch to sword cultivation. They will primarily focus on medicine and secondarily on swordsmanship, ensuring they have the means to protect themselves outside the sect.”
Yun Suxin opened her mouth.
She felt that things shouldn’t be this way.
But it also seemed to make sense…
After all, the combat power of Lingxi Valley’s disciples was indeed quite weak. Yet they had no means to comprehend such profound things as sword intent.
It wasn’t like they could just move to the Sword Sect, right?
Even in the Sword Sect, such sword marks imbued with sword intent were treasures of the sect.
“That senior must have intentionally left the sword mark,” Yun Baiyu lamented, “Though the people of the Sword Sect are straightforward, they know when to be flexible. They don’t overreach and still come out ahead.
You didn’t harm those two Sword Sect disciples, yet he shattered our great array, split our mountain gate as a warning, and then returned us a chance—this chance is a timely blessing!”
“Is it really that exaggerated?”
Yun Suxin wondered if her mother was overthinking things.
“Exactly.” Yun Baiyu sat up straight, her expression serious. “A cultivator of such strength has deep intentions behind everything they do. Go notify the entire sect and have them spend three hours every day comprehending sword intent starting today!”
“Ah… okay…”
Yun Suxin scratched her head and went to relay the message.
Not long after her daughter left, Yun Baiyu felt a surge of blood rise, spitting out a mouthful. Her cheeks flushed with a sickly pink, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
“Old wounds unhealed, and new ones added…”
She murmured to herself, clutching her chest and letting out a bitter laugh.
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