bookandnovel Chapter 14485 cannot be changed, nor do I want to change it.
Chapter 14485 cannot be changed, nor do I want to change it.
Chapter 14485 cannot be changed, nor do I want to change it.
Ling Xiao was taken aback at first, then a helpless smile appeared on his lips. It was quite a strange thing that there were still people in this Silent Realm who did not know the depth of Sister Moon Maiden's abilities.
He wasn't indifferent, but when he recalled the sword light that Yue Nu used to cleave the void when she killed the Holy Lord of Tianyuan, he felt that describing her as "invincible" wasn't an exaggeration.
His own cultivation level is indeed lacking, and he inevitably feels powerless when facing those ancient forces that have been passed down for thousands of years.
But Sister Yue Nu... He still hasn't figured out her true strength. He only knows that when Dao Sha and Jian Sha mentioned her, their tone was somewhat apprehensive. These two top experts who once dominated the Bai Ze Continent didn't even put the Silent Realm in their eyes, but they dared not underestimate Yue Nu.
"I understand." Ling Xiao nodded gently, without saying anything more. Some things are better left unsaid, as saying too much would only seem deliberate.
Ling Bi was still worried and pressed on, "Do you really understand? Even if she reaches the peak of the Star River Realm, she is not immortal! Those old monsters might be hiding treasures that can restrain her."
“I know.” Ling Xiao gazed at the shattered stars in the distance, his voice softening, “but I believe her.”
Ling Bi wanted to say something more, but Ling Xiao interrupted her: "By the way, are you coming back with me? The people of Tianyuan miss you a lot, and the little fox has been thinking about you too."
"She can't go back with you!"
Suddenly, the sound of a staff tip hitting the ground came from behind. Yu Jianzi's figure emerged from the shadow of the sand dune. The scales on his snake-headed staff gleamed with an eerie light, and his tone was firm.
"Is it because of the Holy Temple?" Ling Xiao turned around, his gaze falling on him.
"That's part of the reason, but not entirely." Yu Jianzi looked at Ling Bi with admiration in his eyes, and his tone became lighter. "Ling Bi's talent in swordsmanship is the greatest in our Sword Sect in the past hundred years. We have decided to train her to be the next sect leader. She still has a lot of inheritance to learn, and she can't just go with you like this."
He paused, his voice tinged with excitement: "With her here, my Sword Sect will be able to regain its former glory sooner or later!"
Ling Xiao sighed and rubbed his forehead, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "We can't just keep her here forever, can we? What's the difference between that and imprisonment?"
“You don’t have confidence in her.” Yu Jianzi smiled and pointed the tip of his staff at the sword mark between Ling Bi’s eyebrows. “With her talent, she will master it in no time. When that time comes, she will not only not be a burden to you, but will also become your most reliable helper, more reliable than the sword in your hand.”
Ling Xiao sighed, then changed the subject, his tone tinged with grievance: "Since you insist on keeping her, you should at least give me some benefits, right? I've had a terrible time these past few days. Just now in the Divine Light Clan, I was chased and beaten by that old guy Yun Mubai, and I almost died there."
"understand!"
Yu Jianzi's eye twitched violently, and the scales on his snake-headed staff gleamed coldly: "The Sword Sect can send two Star River Realm level four cultivators..."
"Star River Realm Level 4?" Ling Xiao jumped up suddenly, tapping his chest with his knuckles. "Senior, are you joking? I can easily deal with a Star River Realm Level 4 martial artist now. If you send them here, are they protecting me, or am I protecting them?"
"Then what do you want?" Yu Jianzi's knuckles gripped the snake-headed staff so tightly that his fingertips turned white.
"At least three high-level Star River Realm cultivators!" Ling Xiao held up three fingers, and as if that wasn't enough, he added, "Plus, three protective magic treasures and five bottles of healing elixirs—not one less!"
The snake-headed staff in Yu Jianzi's hand trembled and became hot, the snake eyes at the tip of the staff almost spitting fire: "Do you think a high-level Star River Realm expert is like a cabbage sold on the street? You can just casually pull out three?"
Ling Bi quietly tugged at Yu Jianzi's sleeve, her eyes pleading: "Elder Yu Jianzi, he's really having a tough time these days. The Divine Light Clan and the Demon Heaven Sect are both watching him."
After half an incense stick's worth of haggling, Yu Jianzi finally relented. Three figures in star-patterned Daoist robes stepped out of the void. The man on the left had seven ancient swords slung across his back, their scabbards shrouded in frost. The woman on the right held a jade bottle, the spiritual mist dripping from its rim causing ripples in the surrounding space. The one in the middle was even more remarkable; the Daoist aura flowing around him caused the sand on the ground to float in the air.
"This is the Starry Sky Chainmail." Yu Jianzi tossed over a piece of shimmering armor, the star patterns on the plates flashing with each movement. "It can withstand three full-force attacks from a peak Star River Realm cultivator; any more and it won't hold up."
Ling Xiao reached out and caught it. The moment his fingertips touched the armor, Yu Jianzi suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword, and a sharp sword aura shot straight towards his heart. With a crisp clang, the star patterns on the surface of the armor instantly lit up, like a light-absorbing sponge, swallowing up all the sword aura without leaving a trace.
"What a fine armor!" Ling Xiao touched the precious armor on his chest, then suddenly leaned closer to Yu Jianzi and winked: "But senior, the Gu Clan and the Divine Light Clan both possess supreme treasures. Can this chainmail... block those things?"
"Get lost!" Yu Jianzi flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind carrying sand swept over, directly sweeping this arrogant brat out of the secret realm.
Ling Xiao landed on the wasteland, dusted off his clothes, and turned to the three sword cultivators behind him with a bright smile: "Seniors, how about we go to the Divine Light Clan to 'borrow' some medicinal herbs?"
The three sword cultivators exchanged wry smiles, finally understanding why Yu Jianzi had specifically instructed them before their departure to "flee quickly if things go wrong." This guy was simply a troublemaker.
"Young Master, don't be in such a hurry to leave! Let's have a spar!"
Ling Bi also jumped out of the secret realm, holding a mortal iron sword in her hand, her eyes shining brightly, full of eagerness.
Yu Jianzi sighed as he watched, stroking his beard and shaking his head. "These young people nowadays, they're always thinking about sparring as soon as they meet. They have no composure at all."
"You can spar, but don't destroy this wasteland." He paused, his tone becoming more serious. "There's one more thing, Ling Xiao, don't go near the Holy Temple right now, you can't win."
"I won't do anything that would send me to my death," Ling Xiao said with a smile, waving his hand.
"What if they say they've captured Xiao Lianzhu?" Yu Jianzi pressed, his gaze fixed on him.
Ling Xiao's smile vanished instantly, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and even his voice deepened: "If that's the case, I'll risk my life to tear down the Holy Temple."
“You…” Yu Jianzi sighed helplessly, “Being sentimental is a strength, but being too sentimental is a weakness. Others can easily find fault with you, and you’ll never be able to change this.”
"I can't change it and I don't want to change it." Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, then turned to look at Ling Bi, "Come on, girl, let me see how much skill you've learned these past few days. You even dare to challenge me!"
A sudden clang of swords rang out, and the two afterimages clashed and separated in an instant on the wasteland. Ling Xiao simply planted the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in the ground and picked up only a common iron sword; Ling Bi also put away the Sword Sect's divine weapon and held an ordinary longsword just like his.
With a crisp clang from the clash of the two swords, sparks flew like raindrops, and the surging sword energy plowed crisscrossing furrows into the ground. In an instant, a hundred swords clashed. Ling Xiao dodged the sword aimed at his brow and slashed at Ling Bi's wrist, but missed. Ling Bi's figure flickered three zhang away, and the second sword was already at his throat.