Volume One, Chapter 29: Breaking the Saintess’s Record!

"Isn't that the Spring Rain Sword? The highest-tier Grade Two sword technique of the outer sect, the Spring Rain Sword!"

"Heavens! Is Chu Tianxing actually using the Spring Rain Sword to engage the Demon-Slaying Sword?"

"When the Saintess broke the Demon-Slaying Sword Formation back then, she was already a master of the sword capable of wielding sword qi! Chu Tianxing hasn't even entered the threshold of the sword path!"

"If he manages to break the sword formation within a hundred breaths, wouldn't that surpass the feat of the Saintess?"

Clang!

Suddenly, Chu Tianxing struck the Demon-Slaying Sword aside with his blade, then lunged forward, catching the weapon in his grasp.

Hum, hum, hum!

The moment Chu Tianxing gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword, a relentless humming sound filled the air as the blade trembled violently. Immediately, Chu Tianxing was dragged along by the sword...

Following this, Qin Tian squinted, gazing toward the vast, majestic palace ahead, which radiated an archaic and indescribable aura.

"My dear Chairman Zhao, you truly have heaven-defying capabilities to resolve even such a matter so easily. My admiration for you is like the endless flow of the Yellow River," Jin Yingying said with a giggle.

Accompanied by a low hum carried on the wind, Yuan Qingyu’s cold eyes shone with a spectral light. Without her even touching the strings, her dark hair danced, and a soul-shaking aura emanated from her entire being.

Behind them, iron cavalry shook the firmament. Beneath the starry sky, a low roar erupted, followed by a violent thrum as nine horsemen rode in unison.

Regardless of all else, Lin Xingchen cultivated the Indestructible Golden Body day and night, reaching a terrifying state of immortality. Although still some distance from perfection, it was no longer far off.

The wedding procession began to move again. While the scene lacked the extreme luxury of the capital, it possessed a warm, rustic, and harmonious charm.

Qin Yi watched Mi Xue, who stood beneath the Gobi desert, waving at him, a faint smile appearing on his face.

***

The beast, resembling a black dragon, let out a roar. As its claw stepped into the void, the very sky behind it changed color, and faintly, a massive, eerie phantom seemed to coalesce.

"Xinyue, if you do not like her, I shall not see her again," Luo Shang said with a cryptic expression, a flash of bloodthirst crossing her eyes.

"Fate is the excuse of the weak; luck is the modest word of the strong. He Xi, do you or do you not want to rise to prominence in the Legend of Twilight? You talk of risking your life every day, but have you ever truly cast yourself into the fray to fight for that precious opportunity?"

Lin Yi saw at a glance that behind the Yellow Dragon, the white-haired elder was flying directly toward the Qilin above.

From that point on, however, her attitude toward the Left Virtuous King became uncharacteristically warm, which caught him somewhat off guard.

This was merely a routine martial competition among the military. On his way to Nanyi, Qin Fengyi had enjoyed watching the soldiers spar. Naturally, both the imperial troops and the local warriors harbored a desire to outdo one another. While the fighting was intense, it was not intended to be fatal, nor would it result in major injuries.

Xu Lian lifted her head blankly, seemingly unable to grasp the meaning of the word "know."

Like a volcanic eruption, a wave of red light surged from the point of the explosion, piercing into the dark firmament.

Dabu Shuiyun’s heart pounded. With one hand gripping her sword hilt and the other against the wall, she moved slowly toward the window.

True Pressure internal cultivation requires a certain comprehension of the laws of air. Transitioning from consciousness-driven to true-qi-pressure-driven, and finally to instinct, represents a brand-new conceptual innovation—a cross-generational revolution that breaks tradition and liberates the consciousness.

Tuoba Jie felt a slight tremor in his heart. Tuoba Hui was his father, killed by the Xiongnu official Hetuo in alliance with Princess Yuchi Qingqing of Loulan. Though he had avenged his father, the ancestral Mandarin Duck Bronze Lock remained a coveted martial arts manual contested by the Han Dynasty and the various kingdoms of the Western Regions.

Qin Fengyi usually listened well to advice, but he was not a man without his own convictions. Once he had made up his mind, there was no need for others to object, for Qin Fengyi could not be swayed.

Sixteen sat up in a hurry and said, "Ninth Brother, Ninth Sister-in-law, why is it you? I thought it was..." Stopping there, Sixteen looked at the empty doorway behind us, and the light in his eyes instantly faded.

I scanned my surroundings. This was not Xiyuan Palace, but a place entirely foreign to me.

Not far from the stone cave, the boulder blocking the entrance had been completely moved aside, allowing Li Yuanjie to continue his path inside.

When Jin Feng said this, he lacked any clear sorrow and appeared quite indifferent, yet Chu Yunlian felt an incomparable sadness at the sight of his lonely, proud back.

***

Hearing the commotion inside, Han Yu immediately pushed the door open. "Master!" he said, filled with worry. Over the past few months, his master’s health had been deteriorating, and he had allowed no one to treat his wounds—how could he withstand such a ruthless strike from Mu Shaoqing?

For the next ten days, Liu Ruxuan did not see Shen Yixuan again. Shen Yixuan remained quiet, as if all of this were merely an interlude.

Because there were many people here with loose tongues, and it was inevitable that there were those with ulterior motives, Mu Feng had fabricated these claims.

I gently brushed aside the hand Yi Shu had clamped onto my arm and, without hesitation, turned and walked toward the red carpet. The morning breeze brushed the white veil over my mourning clothes, caressing the hem of my skirt and smoothing the long, plain white train behind me.

Seeing this, Sheng Lan immediately went to help. Once she had infused her medical qi into Bakalu’s body, Bakalu finally calmed down.

"Who we are is not important; what matters is whether you have forgotten who you are," Cang said with a sinister face, looking more like a bandit than any actual bandit.

"It’s not cold," Yan Huan swung her feet in the air, pressing her face into Lu’s embrace. Lu Yi’s body temperature was high and warm; it was not cold at all.

"There is only one way," Shi Jia stared blankly ahead. The wind blew against her face, her expression one of deep gravity.

"I came here to visit a friend, and the elevator happened to stop here, so I got out and decided to walk up. I didn't expect to hear a sound that resembled your voice, so I knocked." His face even carried a look of extreme disbelief.

Only winter was missing. In the season of drifting snow, he had already left me. Zhao Li had severed the tail of the story, forcing me to be unable to ignore Ye Jingming. I knew he was not him. But I would rather believe that he was.

"The Shenqi Continent lacks resources, and the ancestral materials are scarce. There is no foundation for cultivating descendants. If we hadn't been fortunate enough to enter the Immortal God World, we wouldn't know that the world outside is so vast and magnificent!" Tianlang said with deep emotion.

If one were to speak of the previous worlds, they had all shown abnormalities; the Father-King had forcibly dragged everyone back to the origin point.