The system exhausted all its energy and struggled desperately, but it could not escape from Fugui's grasp.
It was utterly desperate, having just escaped one tiger's den only to fall into another.
It used to mock Li Jianren as a blind fool, but it turns out it was no less so.
Sensing the violent and terrifying aura emanating from Ye Zhen, the system clearly realized that its life was coming to an end.
Level 7.
A fierce gale arose, but the closer it got to the center of the stone sword, the calmer it became, as if it too knew to bully the weak and fear the strong.
In the center of a hard, square rock, a stone sword is stuck, encased in a natural stone scabbard formed over time, completely concealing the true nature of the sword within the stone.
Qi An squatted down next to Shi Zhongjian, mediating the conflict between the two enemies.
After it was all over, Ata asked, "Boss, draw your sword! What are you waiting for?"
"Wait for Ling Haoran."
"Why are we waiting for him?" Ata asked, puzzled.
Qi An grinned mischievously: "You'll find out when the time comes."
After longing for him for so long, how could he not let him witness his last hope being shattered?
Inside the puppet formation, Ling Haoran opened his eyes and found that he was the only one in the formation.
The formation had been broken, but Ye Ran had vanished without a trace.
Oh no, she must have gone to the seventh level to pull out the sword. I can't let her succeed, or I'm really doomed.
He was so anxious and panicked that he didn't even notice that his mind was empty; his greatest support had left without his knowledge.
Ling Haoran endured the pain and got up, staggering as he ran towards the seventh level.
Qi An squatted beside the sword, chatting idly with Ata Fugui in his sea of consciousness, until Ling Haoran's stumbling figure appeared at the entrance.
Qi An's eyes lit up. Here they come.
Ling Haoran was panting heavily, his clothes and hair were a mess, and his golden crown had rolled away somewhere; he looked like he was running for his life.
Seeing Ye Ran squatting to the side in the distance, with the stone sword still stuck there intact, he felt relieved.
Fortunately, there's still time.
As long as he gets the Moonlit Sword before Ye Ran, all problems will be solved. Even if he can't get it today, he can't let Ye Ran get it.
Anyway, Ye Ran doesn't know yet that her blood can draw out a sword, so he can appease her first and then proceed slowly.
"Ranran, wait, don't move, wait for me..." Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened in fury.
Qi An made a light cut on his palm right in front of him, and bright red blood gushed out, stinging Ling Haoran's eyes.
Qi An gave a wicked smile, looked at Ling Haoran, and then clenched his fist and hovered it above the Stone Sword.
After a moment of stunned silence, Ling Haoran ran towards Ye Ran like a madman, shouting as he ran, "Stop! Don't touch it!"
Blood pooled in the crevice beneath his fist, forming strings of blood beads. Ling Haoran watched helplessly as the blood beads fell and dripped onto the sword in the stone.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
The blood quickly seeped into the sword and disappeared as soon as it touched the blade. The sword trembled slightly, as if trying to confirm whether the person who came was the master it was waiting for.
"No, no, don't touch... Stop..." Ling Haoran ran wildly, his voice cracking as he shouted.
The tremors grew stronger, and the gale within the formation became increasingly violent. With less than ten meters away from the rock, Ling Haoran was knocked to the ground by the gale.
Unable to stand up, he crawled forward on the ground, hissing as he tried to stop them.
Nine meters, eight meters, seven meters... five meters, less than three meters, Ling Haoran's hand had already touched the rock.
Qi An smiled brightly, and in front of him, his hand, still stained with blood, slowly reached out and grasped the sword in the stone.
Throughout all of this, her eyes were fixed on Ling Haoran, the meaning of which was quite clear...
Did you see that?
I saw it.
Okay, look closely, it's mine.
Then, amidst Ling Haoran's frantic and desperate gaze, Qi An exerted all his strength and pulled the sword out of the stone.
"No..." Ling Haoran lay on the ground, one arm still outstretched forward, screaming in anguish.
As soon as the sword was pulled out of the stone, the rock shattered into pieces, and amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the enormous shockwave sent Ling Haoran flying.
He fell dozens of meters away, struck by a flying rock and coughed up blood.
The outer layer of stone marrow on the sword began to peel off, gradually revealing its true nature. The ancient seal script characters "月鸣" (Moon's Cry) appeared on the hilt.
As its name suggests, the sword's blade resembles autumn water, while its light seems to capture the most dazzling segment of moonlight.
Qi An flicked his finger, and a clear, resonant humming sound rang out. What a gleaming, sharp divine weapon!
At the heart of the formation, a girl in black, her clothes fluttering and her black hair dancing, held the Moon Cry Sword high in one hand, like a war god from ancient times.
Ling Haoran watched this scene with bloodshot eyes and a desperate growl from his throat, like that of a dying man.
The feeling of being full of anticipation, only to watch helplessly as hope is shattered at the last moment, can drive a person crazy.
In Qi An's sea of consciousness.
Ata clapped excitedly: "Boss, I finally know why you waited for him to arrive before making your move. His expression was so funny, like a shrimp and a pig's heart."
Having just received a raise, Fugui immediately showered her with compliments: "Sister An'an, you're so handsome, I love you so much. I can be either a top or a bottom, and I'll never stop for Sister An'an."
"Pah, you glib-tongued pauper."
"Ha, you calloused little moron."
With his hopes of leaving dashed, Ling Haoran stood up unsteadily and walked slowly to Qi An.
He stared at Qi An with a fanatical and crazed look, then drew his sword, which he had never used before, and stabbed at Qi An as if possessed.
"You bitch, those are mine, give them back to me."
Qi An calmly looked into the distance, standing motionless.
"Aran, be careful."
With a clang, Ling Haoran's sword was knocked away, and he fell to the ground again.
In the distance, the old sect leader arrived on his sword with many Tianxuan Sect disciples. Fugui stood beside him and winked at Qi An.
The apprentices stared at Ling Haoran in bewilderment and shock, hardly believing what they had just witnessed.
Why did Haoran attack Aran?
Furthermore, why is his skill so poor? He doesn't seem like a highly skilled and talented cultivator at all.
The Moonlit Sword is the central array eye of the entire forbidden area's grand formation. Once it is drawn, the formation will be broken, and the entire forbidden area will become an unobstructed thoroughfare.
The appearance of the divine weapon will surely alert the old sect leader and all the disciples participating in the sword trial to rush here on their swords.
Then, just then, he happened to witness Ling Haoran wielding a sharp blade, frantically trying to assassinate Ye Ran.
After stopping, the old sect leader glared angrily, pointed at Ling Haoran's nose, and cursed, "You wicked child, what were you doing just now? How dare you ambush and harm your fellow disciple? You are utterly heartless and insane!"
Ling Haoran snapped back to reality, and a chill ran down his spine as he realized what he had just done.
The old sect leader, his face filled with disappointment and heartache, asked, "Haoran, tell your master, how did you become like this?"
The other senior students also wanted to ask why.
Over the years, it seems they've almost forgotten who this junior brother is.
The words "Wealth and honor step out" are a wake-up call.
“Grandpa, I suspect he’s not Senior Brother Haoran, but someone who has been possessed.”
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