Chapter 239: My Fate, I Shall Control 【 Seeing True Nature 】
Chunxi, after all, has a heart of stone.
She stated plainly, “I can use the Sword Sect’s name to protect Yan Ning, but Miss Ming will surely die. It’s useless for you to agree with me; negotiations between us are never equal.”
Xie Yanning was still desperately parrying Chunxi’s sword moves. Hearing this, she turned her head and said, “I’m not afraid of death! I don’t want your freedom as a sacrifice! If you want to protect me, stay put and stop causing trouble for us!”
She was never afraid of death, only afraid of not dying quickly enough.
If she were to die here avenging A Zhou, or die here protecting Ming Zhaoshuang, she would be willing, and there would be nothing to regret.
If it were to exchange for Qin Feilong’s freedom, then she would find it extremely laughable.
Chunxi thrust her sword into Xie Yanning’s shoulder.
She said without mercy, “Truly spirited, worthy of being my disciple. It’s just a pity that you, like Qin Feilong, have no right to negotiate with me.”
Xie Yanning coughed violently, blood dripping onto her clothes.
The Qingyan Sword in her hand was also stained with blood.
She looked towards Chunxi, her gaze fervent, “Honored Master, you wish to protect the Sword Sect, I understand, and therefore I am willing to die to appease the Demon Realm’s anger. But the existence of A Shuang and Senior Feng He would not damage the Sword Sect one bit. Why must you relentlessly pursue them? This is not what we righteous path cultivators do.”
She questioned her.
Just like two hundred years ago, she questioned why she, without harming the Sword Sect’s interests in the slightest, had to suffer its groundless persecution.
Chunxi’s chest heaved violently.
She said angrily, “What do you know of the righteous path! Since the beginning of the Immortal Calendar in the cultivation world, the Sword Sect has been the foremost sect under heaven, upholding the righteous path and protecting all living beings. Its will is the will of the vast majority! Its interests are the interests of the vast majority! If Miss Ming does not die, if the Longming Sword Master does not die, how can the Sword Sect face the Six Realms war two hundred years from now!”
“For the sake of all living beings in the world, sacrificing them is not inexcusable!”
Xie Yanning started laughing, the blood rising in her throat becoming more and more like a rushing inferno.
“So, two hundred years ago, I should have been sacrificed? So, two hundred years ago, I wasn’t counted among all living beings? A Shuang wasn’t counted among all living beings? Even Feng He Du Xian, this enlightened one of the Path of All Living Beings, isn’t worthy of being counted among all living beings?”
Xie Yanning’s voice was like a raised sword, she poured all her strength into it, and released the Zhurong Fire Control Technique once more.
“Honored Master, therefore, you are not worthy of being the Longming Sword Master.”
The Longming Sword Master should resound for the true heart, and resound for all living beings.
Chunxi never truly saw what the true heart was, nor what all living beings were.
She was not worthy of having the Longming Sword recognize her as its master.
The roaring clouds surged, ten thousand feet of flames rose from the ground; the overturning sea of light cascaded, a hundred miles of scarlet waves rushed forward.
Flames of extreme purity burned the entire earth, scorching Chunxi until she was nearly distorted and broken. She looked at Xie Yanning, a sigh flashing in her eyes, confusion, and also regret.
Her sword’s cold gleam was so dazzling amidst this sea of flames.
Xie Yanning was undoubtedly the disciple with the highest talent in the Sword Sect over tens of thousands of years.
It was just a pity that she had strayed.
Having overdrawn her Origin to this extent, she would likely only be left with a frail body upon her return, unable to wield a sword again.
After all, Chunxi’s cultivation was two realms higher than Xie Yanning’s. Even if Xie Yanning unleashed the Zhurong Fire Control Technique, it would not be difficult for her to block one sword strike.
However, it would not be an easy victory.
Chunxi’s chest vibrated, and blood began to well up in her throat.
Then, she looked up and saw Xie Yanning, leaning on Qingyan, finding it extremely difficult even to stand.
She looked at her, still showing no sign of backing down.
Even if it meant death.
Xie Yanning was unwilling to have Qin Feilong sacrifice himself like this, and Ming Zhaoshuang felt the same.
Even if everyone present wanted to kill her, she was fearless.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s voice was very calm, “Qin Feilong, I don’t need you to sacrifice your freedom.”
“Even if I die here today and am buried here, I don’t need any of you to sacrifice your freedom or anything else. Our lives should be controlled by ourselves. Whether it’s the Heavenly Dao, parents, teachers, or friends, they can influence us as much as possible, but they cannot completely control our lives.”
“Your fate is yours to decide.”
“My fate is also mine to decide.”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked up, looking towards the front.
In front of her, without Sang Biao’s restraint, a single sword strike from Changming Sword would not be enough to resist those Mahayana Stage cultivators.
They charged towards her.
Ming Zhaoshuang only had one talisman from Zhen Hanliu left in her hand.
“Wrath of Thunder, vast and mighty.”
The talisman in her hand once again defeated those Mahayana Stage cultivators.
After enduring the Nirvana Heavenly Thunder, they were already at the end of their rope. They had also fought Sang Biao for a long time afterward. Even with their numbers, how could they withstand Zhen Hanliu’s talisman.
Under one talisman, screams filled the air.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand was trembling, but her expression remained calm.
Thunder struck again, heading towards Chunxi and Xuan Gui, carrying intense grief and strong resentment.
But it was not as unstoppable as the previous strike.
Chunxi raised her sword, blood spilling from her mouth.
She looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, her eyes revealing deep shock and confusion.
Did she summon this Heavenly Thunder?
Impossible, she was only at the Nascent Soul stage. Even with a Lightning Spiritual Root, she couldn’t possibly summon such powerful thunder.
As for Xuan Gui, who was a Tribulation Crossing cultivator, he was beaten even more miserably, his back scorched black.
Sang Biao seized the opportunity, fiercely biting Xuan Gui’s arm. His sharp teeth quickly penetrated Xuan Gui’s arm.
Xuan Gui was in extreme pain but helpless, only able to use his sword’s edge to poke Sang Biao’s eyes.
A surge of extremely potent Demonic Power swept over. Sang Biao reacted quickly and let go in time.
However, his combat instincts made him claw out and grab for Xuan Gui’s neck.
But Xuan Gui, after all, was a Tribulation Crossing Mid Stage cultivator, and a Demon Emperor at that. How could he let Sang Biao succeed?
His fingertips overflowed with Demonic Power, and his sword moved. Sang Biao’s claw grazed his neck, but his sword pierced Sang Biao’s arm, causing blood to flow profusely.
Sang Biao was completely stained red by his own blood.
He was in so much pain.
Whether it was his broken wing or his pierced abdomen, he was in so much pain.
He was in so much pain that when faced with the long sword at his arm, he was completely helpless, only able to let out whimpers as he watched Xuan Gui pull the sword from his arm and then stab him with another.
He couldn’t bite Xuan Gui anymore.
He could only watch helplessly as Xuan Gui, holding his sword, pointed it at Ming Zhaoshuang.
That wave of Demonic Power was so fierce. Ming Zhaoshuang was only at the Nascent Soul stage; how could she withstand it?
“Roar—”
Accompanied by Sang Biao’s howl, Ming Zhaoshuang completely fell into Xuan Gui’s sword Qi. She unleashed all the Defense Talismans she had drawn, but they could not obstruct Xuan Gui in the slightest.
Tribulation Crossing, Nascent Soul.
It was already incredible that Xuan Gui was willing to use his sword on her.
Finally, Fushuang retreated, and the sword Qi attacked. Ming Zhaoshuang could only subconsciously raise her hand to block.
The powerful Demonic Power threatened her flesh and blood, and the surging sword Qi ravaged her meridians. Ming Zhaoshuang felt as though everything was about to be crushed by Xuan Gui, leaving nothing behind.
But she still poured all her strength into protecting her Sea of Consciousness.
If possible, she hoped she could survive.
That carefree and unrestrained Feng He Du Xian, that eternally carved Feng He Du Xian.
She shouldn’t perish like this again.
