Chapter 18: The Vast Ocean (IV) Just attack her weak spot with all your strength...
In the sword realm, both of them used the same sword moves, making it difficult to tell the winner.
While parrying Song Qingtang's sword moves, the sword spirit taunted, "Sword Master, you are too weak."
"You used to be so powerful, and it was all because you chose to accept me. Why did you choose a completely different path from before?" She seemed to be expressing sincere doubts.
Song Qingtang was slightly surprised. From the sword spirit's tone, it seemed as if she had known her for a long time. But she was sure that she had only met her for the first time at the sword tomb.
"You have too many ties now. Just choose me..." The Sword Spirit of Flowing Water continued to persuade him patiently.
In response, Song Qingtang slashed with his sword without mercy. The sword left a tiny blood mark on the sword spirit's face, and golden blood flowed out of it.
The sword spirit was not angry, "Sword Master, you will understand." Several ice spikes slanted out from her fingertips and aimed at Song Qingtang. Although they did not hurt her, they imprisoned her in place and made her unable to move.
The sword spirit's ethereal body descended from the sky. "See, if you accept me, you can also gain such powerful power."
Song Qingtang's expression was indifferent, and his words were cold, "You are not a sword spirit, who are you?"
The Sword Spirit of Passing Water, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him "He," revealed a secret smile, "You've discovered me."
After taking off his disguise, he was no longer covered in ice and snow. His body was glowing with golden light, and his figure was much taller and more majestic than when he was disguised as a sword spirit.
If I had to say, the feeling He gave Song Qingtang was more like the oppressive feeling he had when facing the God He Luo, except that His hostility was not that obvious.
"You clearly accepted me last time, why is it different this time?" He muttered to himself with some doubt.
Song Qingtang obviously had no interest in continuing to argue with her, so he broke the cage that imprisoned her with a sword.
He swung the sword at him again, and this time the sword almost pierced through him, but no more golden blood flowed out of his chest.
The shadow appeared behind Song Qingtang and whispered, "Although I won't kill you, don't push your luck." His tone was frivolous, and his fingers lightly touched Song Qingtang's brow.
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"Empress, it's time to wake up."
Song Qingtang opened her eyes and found that it was Qingli, the female official who had been with her since childhood, calling her.
Qingli helped her change into her gorgeous clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles as she said, "Today is the day the Taoists will come to pick you up. Would you like to say goodbye to His Majesty and the Empress?"
Song Qingtang lowered his head to look at the embroidery on the clothes, "No need."
Qingli had been with her for many years, so she naturally noticed that she seemed to be in a bad mood. "Princess Di is right. Now that you have entered the immortal gate, you must cut off your worldly ties." Qingli knew that perhaps Song Qingtang would never come back. After all, she wanted to become an immortal.
She let Qingli do what she wanted until she stepped onto the white jade platform specially built for receiving the immortal. Immortal Huaiyu, who was suspended in mid-air, looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and the other elders also had praise for her outstanding talent in their eyes.
In this way, she boarded the flying magic tool and followed the group back to Yantian Sect. Master Huaiyu said that she was her first disciple, so she felt that she could not lose face for her master.
The days that followed were boring, filled with cultivation, reading and calligraphy in the library, and handling sect affairs.
Although the task was trivial, Song Qingtang did it meticulously and patiently.
As her realm improved day by day, she soon became a senior sister praised by everyone. Her life did not change at all, and passed day after day until Master Huaiyu passed away. Song Qingtang then became the head of Yantian Sect, and the sect flourished under her leadership.
However, when she was alone, she always felt that she had forgotten something.
Until one day, she painted a picture on a whim. The picture was of a woman whose clothes seemed completely different from her personality.
She hid the portrait so no one knew about it, but every time she stroked the scroll and met those eyes, she seemed to feel something.
Song Qingtang is about to ascend to heaven. She has accomplished something that even Master Huaiyu has never done, but she still feels that she has forgotten something.
When she stepped onto the immortal ladder and reached the last step, she turned back as if realizing something, "Junior Sister."
Yes, the one missing from this illusion was her junior sister, Chi Wanyin.
The sound of applause rang in his ears, "Not bad, you can actually detect it yourself." It turned out to be an illusion fabricated by Him.
"Is the reason you refuse to accept me because of her?" His tone remained unchanged. "But, the first time you claimed this sword as your master, you saw her end. This wasn't an illusion I made up, but a real event."
"Who are you?" Song Qingtang asked doubtfully.
He turned into a ball of light and stopped beside her. "I can't tell you now, but I can tell you that I will always stand by your side and I will not hurt you." The ball of light landed on her chest and turned into a golden crystal necklace.
The next moment, all the illusions within the sword realm faded away. She still stayed beside Chi Wanyin, but she expressed doubts about what the ball of light said.
If He really stood on her side, why didn't He show up when the dragon girl almost killed her?
Unless, He cannot appear at will, which will disrupt a certain delicate balance.
Song Qingtang's injuries had not yet fully recovered, but she was still calmly analyzing everything she had just experienced in the sword realm. Then she picked up the golden crystal necklace and looked at it carefully. The material looked no different from ordinary crystals.
What brought her back to her senses was Chi Wanyin's voice as she woke up, "Senior Sister."
She could sense that as the mother Gu holder called out, the child Gu in her body began to stir again.
However, she forced herself to suppress this feeling, "Junior sister, can't you rest for a while?"
Chi Wanyin shook her head, "No need."
Of course Song Qingtang could see the wound on her snow-white neck, and it was caused by her own hand, so she felt even more guilty. "You are injured too, I will carry you." After all, when she was injured and weak in the mirage before, he was the one who carried her.
"Okay." Chi Wanyin did not refuse. She knew that Song Qingtang must be feeling guilty for hurting her. Her senior sister was good in every way except that she was easily soft-hearted.
Song Qingtang easily carried Chi Wanyin on her back, but she couldn't help but think of the things in the sword realm, "Junior sister, I just entered the sword realm."
Chi Wanyin's eyebrows jumped when she heard this. Originally, this secret realm had never appeared in the previous life, so it was naturally impossible for Song Qingtang to meet the sword spirit of the Passing Water Sword at this time.
"Sister, have you seen the sword spirit?" She tried her best to keep her voice calm.
"I have seen him, but he is not what I imagined." Song Qingtang whispered his doubts. He is not like the sword spirit. After all, she looks down on everyone and everything seems to be just a game to her.
Chi Wanyin wondered if her senior sister had been influenced by him in her previous life. Otherwise, she couldn't understand why such a soft-hearted senior sister would have ruthlessly killed her in her previous life.
Perhaps, in their previous lives, they were just chess pieces controlled by humans, fighting each other on the chessboard for the people behind the scenes to enjoy.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but release some anger. Song Qingtang sensed that something was wrong with the person on her back, "What's wrong, Junior Sister?"
Chi Wanyin quickly controlled her emotions again, "It's nothing. I think the sword spirit is different from what I imagined, but since we have formed a bond, it will not harm the master. Sister, you can rest assured."
The words were almost the same as those of the ball of light in the sword realm. Song Qingtang glanced at the crystal necklace again.
"You're right. The most important thing right now is to leave this place." Song Qingtang's expression was gloomy.
There are hard rock walls all around here, and even the water under your feet is so strange. It is not easy to find a way out.
Song Qingtang didn't know how long he had been walking in the darkness with Chi Wanyin on his back before he finally caught a glimpse of light.
Walking towards the light, the end is no longer the endless and heart-pounding darkness.
Then I heard a surprised voice, "There are still people here."
Song Qingtang narrowed his eyes, looked at the two people he was still familiar with, and gently called Chi Wanyin on his back, "Junior Sister."
Chi Wanyin woke up from her sleep, she was still pale, probably due to excessive blood loss.
She was a female cultivator in plain clothes, with a veil on her head that concealed her face and figure. The male cultivator next to her was dressed in black and looked taciturn.
The four of them were in a stone chamber with a ceiling covered with stars, just like the dome they had seen when the two of them were riding in the boat.
The female cultivator wearing a veil was more lively. "My two fellow Taoists, are you also seeking refuge here?"
Chi Wanyin's injuries hadn't healed yet, so Song Qingtang answered for her, "We encountered a dragon. Her power was immense, and we were lucky enough to escape."
The female cultivator wearing a veil nodded, then patted the veil on her head and said, "I was so busy talking that I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Luo Yin, and my junior brother and I are both from the Hehuan Sect."
The male cultivator who had not spoken a word spoke in a very cold tone, "Galan." This must be his name.
When Song Qingtang heard the three words "Hehuan Sect", his expression did not change. After all, although the Hehuan Sect was not a famous and upright sect, it maintained neutrality between the righteous and the evil cultivators.
Luo Yin seemed to be still feeling a lingering fear. "Although we didn't face the dragon head-on, we saw with our own eyes that she injured many monks. However, those monks seem to have been rescued."
Song Qingtang's eyebrows jumped when she heard this. She unconsciously stroked her crystal necklace, "This dragon is a demon spirit after all. Why is its character so brutal?"
Luo Yin also looked puzzled. "Ancient texts say that although true dragons are aloof and arrogant, they won't hurt anyone at will. If they do, they will only attack the wicked."
"Unless, she is not a dragon." Chi Wanyin, who had been silent all the time, spoke softly.
Luo Yinru seemed to have suddenly realized, "Jiao and dragon are very similar, but Jiao has a brutal and bloodthirsty character. Maybe it's just a Jiao." Thinking that his opponent was not a real dragon, Luo Yin felt relieved. After all, there had not been a real dragon in this world for a long time.
"In that case, let's conserve our energy tonight and fight the dragon to the death tomorrow," Luo Yin suggested.
Chi Wanyin and Song Qingtang naturally would not have any objections. As for Galan, he and Luo Yin were from the same school, so naturally he would not have any objections.
However, some things still needed to be discussed. Luo Yin said, "My magical weapon is the konghou. I think it can only temporarily restrain the dragon. When that happens, you can just focus on attacking her weak spots."
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