Chapter 100 Still a Sword Comes (Part 4) Choosing a Sword
"..."
The Kunwu Sword Spirit stood in the Water Moon Cave, speechless for a moment. Although it had no pupils, its pure white eyes were clearly looking at Lin Feiran.
He was stunned.
Kunwu is a relic of the Sword Saint who passed away a thousand years ago. When he traveled the world with him, he had already transformed into a sword spirit, but at that time he was just a wisp of ignorant consciousness.
It wasn't until the Sword Saint passed away that the Kunwu Sword was scattered in the Pilgrimage Valley. Nourished by the spiritual energy of this place, it gradually took on a form and developed a human face.
The sword spirit is also a spiritual being nurtured by heaven and earth. So one day, while cultivating in the valley, it sensed the arrival of a new master and waited there.
The new master's aura was overwhelming, and he was able to recognize him the moment he saw him.
Having waited a century, he had seen those who forcibly drew their swords, attempting to become the sword's master, but in the end, it was all just wishful thinking.
He is the sword spirit, he is the sword, and the sword is him. Without his approval, no one can draw the sword.
But today, the person in front of me has done it.
Why?
"That's impossible." The child's voice was clear and crisp, yet filled with confusion, and he murmured to himself.
"I am the sword spirit."
Lin Feiran heard it all clearly. She seemed to see the stunned child inside the sword through the sunlight, and suddenly spoke.
"Before you, the Sword Saint used this sword for hundreds of years, drawing it countless times. Could it be that with you, it can no longer be drawn?"
A sword is a sword, a spirit is a spirit; you may be one, but you are never one thing.
The sword spirit lowered its eyes and was speechless.
Kunwu had already revealed three inches of sword light, but Lin Feiran did not stop. She reached out her other hand to grasp the scabbard and directly took the Kunwu sword out of the whetstone, which made the cracks on the stone even more pronounced.
She spun around and drew most of the sword out. Looking up at the sun, a purple light gradually appeared in her eyes, painting a hint of unbridled arrogance on her calm face!
After years of hiding in the valley, Kunwu finally appeared in the world. Purple aura came from the east, and spiritual energy swirled. Such brilliance slid down into the eyes of every cultivator who looked up to see it.
They looked in this direction, their expressions shifting between envy, infatuation, regret, and remorse, yet none of their emotions could be reflected in the face of the swordsman.
Lin Feiran was simply looking at the sword.
Looking at the sun is simply to see it more clearly.
She came to find a sword that suited her hand, and the number one sword in the world was among the top, so she chose it, nothing more.
She carefully examined the blade and its surface, confirmed the sword's length, and then sheathed the sword.
Just when everyone thought she was finally going down the mountain, she walked towards the Tai'a sword.
In an instant, the sword spirit within the sword realm leaped down from the bamboo forest, and sword patterns immediately spread out beneath its feet to stabilize the Tai'a Sword.
"You've already pulled out Kunwu!"
She gave a sharp rebuke, but still couldn't help taking two steps back. She also wanted to wait for her master, how could she be so pathetically pulled out like Kunwu!
Lin Feiran nodded to himself, his expression unchanged: "It has been pulled out, but that doesn't mean I chose it."
How arrogant and rebellious they are!
The previously silent Kunwu sword spirit jumped three feet high as if its long tail had been stepped on: "What do you mean! I am the number one swordsman in the world, how dare you choose me!"
Lin Feiran glanced at the Kunwu Sword, then reached out and grasped the hilt of the Tai'a Sword, and suddenly smiled.
"The title of 'Number One Swordsman Under Heaven' is bestowed by the people of the world, but there are so many people in the world, can everyone really accept it? Judging from what I just saw, it's nothing special."
If I were satisfied, why would I draw the Tai'a sword again?
Kunwu Sword Spirit, never one to argue with someone like that, was so angry he nearly fainted.
The cultivator at the foot of the mountain: "..."
It sounds like sophistry, but it's not entirely without merit.
A very distinct chuckle came from the crowd. People around turned to look and saw that the person who laughed was the silver-masked man who had been with Lin Feiran earlier.
His face was mostly obscured, but his thoughts were already revealed by his upturned eyes and relaxed brows.
Ignoring the stares of those around him, he continued, "Truly a silver tongue."
Unfortunately, he couldn't utter a single word to him, he was very dull.
He thought this in his heart, but his face only showed a smile, without a trace of regret.
Wei Changzai looked in this direction, his expression showing no displeasure. Dozens of stars shone in his palm, one of which gleamed with a dazzling purple light.
Whether Kunwu is taken by him or by Lin Feiran, it makes no difference; he just needs to think about how to explain it to his master.
Qiu Tong, who was not far away, was somewhat surprised. She clenched her hands slightly, glanced at Wei Changzai, and then looked at Jian Shan, her lips slightly pursed.
"Wait a minute," someone said. "Is she going to get a second sword?"
Is this against the rules?
"That's perfectly acceptable. It's just that the first person to choose a sword comes after the first person, and it's never been said that one person can only take one sword. If I had her power, I would definitely choose more than ten swords!"
Just as everyone was debating, Lin Feiran, following the method he had used to retrieve the sword, suddenly had golden light flash in his eyes, and the sword bones around his body lit up once more.
The spiritual wind swept past Kunwu and Tai'a, not sharp, yet its force was unstoppable.
The Tai'a sword had already been drawn half an inch from its sheath, its blue color emerging from the blinding sunlight.
What is a sword?
What is a Blade Spirit?
What is a swordsman?
At this moment, everything is clear.
She casually placed Kunwu beside her leg, then drew Tai'a again, carefully examining the blue light on the edge of the blade and the length of the sword. She then sheathed the sword and walked toward the third one.
Now, not only the cultivators, but even the sword spirits all over the mountain are in an uproar.
The cold sword rang out with a resounding clang, and illusory images continuously emerged from its blade.
The sword spirits, who never showed themselves, all appeared at this moment, their gazes fixed on Lin Feiran, their eyes distant.
Lin Feiran grasped the third sword.
The third weapon is named Cangshan. Its scabbard is extremely narrow, cool to the touch, and has a faint metallic sound. It has long been praised for its solitary flight across the cold mountains, a fleeting glimpse of beauty.
The moment I touched it, it began to tremble, like a hummingbird flapping its wings, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell.
Lin Feiran held on very firmly and asked, "They have their destined ones, and what about you? Do you also have your destined one?"
This is something Lin Feiran can't understand.
If Kunwu and Tai'a are the destined swords of Wei Changzai and Qiu Tong, then do all these spiritual swords on the mountain already have owners? Why are they all unwilling to return with her?
The next moment, Lin Feiran entered the Sword Realm.
Waves crash against the cliff, and jagged rocks abound. A young man sits among the rocks, arms crossed, his muscles bulging.
Unlike Kunwu and Tai'a, his face was blank, without any features, only two huge ink marks intersecting across his face.
He turned to face Lin Feiran, and though he had no lips, a voice still came through.
“Apart from the two of them being inspired by Heaven and Earth, we have no preordained master.”
The reason we didn't choose you as the leader is simply because you're not strong enough.
All the world's most famous swords are here. Although our former master was not as renowned as the Kunwu Sword Saint, he possessed a unique and imposing aura, and was by no means an ordinary person.
Lin Feiran looked up but didn't say anything.
The Cangshan Sword Spirit added, "All those who can enter the Pilgrimage Valley are destined for great fortune."
Although the sword spirit has no eyes, it can see the flow of the world's fortune and choose its master based on this traceless energy.
Kunwu and Tai'a moved together today and felt that powerful aura. Others, though not as powerful as the two, were still quite capable.
Only you are truly different.
"Your life force is reduced to a wisp, thin as smoke, on the verge of dissipation. That you could still claim the top spot is already unexpected. How could you possibly possess such a life force to wield the spirit sword?"
The waves crash against the shore, their sound as familiar as ever.
"I see." Lin Feiran looked at the vast sea, loosened his right hand, and simply said, "Thank you for telling me the truth."
The Cangshan Sword Spirit was slightly taken aback. The next moment, she withdrew from the sword realm, her mind returned to normal, and her hand holding the sword slowly tightened, golden light appearing in her palm.
"However, today is not the day for you to choose a master, but for me to choose a sword."
The next moment, Cangshan was drawn from its sheath, the sword's cry echoing far and wide, like the high cry of an eagle!
Without hesitation, Lin Feiran examined the blade, body, and tip of the sword against the sun, then sheathed it, hung it at his waist, and walked toward the fourth sword.
She was indeed choosing a sword.
Only now did everyone truly understand.
The once-in-a-century spiritual sword was like a worthless wildflower or weed in her hands; she could pick it, look at it, and then put it down.
The fourth sword, light and straight, with a body like a dragon, is the fastest sword in the world, Lingfeng Sword, drawn from its sheath;
The fifth sword, a cold, heavy, and blunt blade, capable of splitting mountains with a single stroke, was drawn from its sheath.
The sixth sword, Changyuan; the seventh, Jixue; the eighth, Lingjueding; the ninth, Tieju; and finally the tenth, the sun-obscuring longsword forged from black iron, was also drawn out with a heavy thud, drawing a simple, dark light!
In just a few moments, she had all ten of the world's most famous swords in her hands!
"You...you really intend to collect all the famous swords!"
Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and leaped onto the chains, taking a few quick steps, but then had to stop.
One must wait for the previous person to choose their sword before the next person can ascend the Sword Mountain; there is no way it will be his turn now.
Who told her to be the leader!
Lin Feiran did not look at him, nor did she give up. Just as she was about to walk towards the eleventh sword, the desert below the mountain suddenly trembled.
She looked down and saw a huge vortex of yellow sand gathering beneath the Sword Mountain, with an unfathomable blackness at its eye.
The surrounding cultivators' expressions changed drastically. Those who were far away retreated, while those who were close immediately leaped onto the chains.
The white deer seemed to have been caught off guard by this sudden change. Its antlers shone brightly, and the surrounding yellow sand surged high like waves before crashing down, instantly burying and sealing the black hole.
Everything happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye.
The desert suddenly returned to calm, but no one dared to make any rash moves, and the white deer paced restlessly.
Lin Feiran stood at the edge of Sword Mountain, quietly watching the scenery below, remaining silent, but slowly placing his hand on the hilt of the sword.
Ru Hai stood on the chains, but her gaze toward Lin Feiran was no longer as leisurely as before.
He always felt that something was wrong with her.
The calm lasted only a few moments before the sand began to flow again, as if something was wriggling beneath the sand.
It's a spirit arrow!
Lightning flashed beneath Lin Feiran's feet as she drew her sword, but she was a step too slow. By the time she reached the white deer, she had only managed to cut down a few long arrows at its tail. The lead arrow swiftly pierced through the deer's antlers, its power so great that it pinned the white deer firmly into the sand!
It let out a few painful howls, its four hooves thrashing about, and although the light from its horns had not disappeared, it was only faintly visible.
Just when no one was on guard, a huge creature burst out of the sand. It was a serpent with a strange horn on its head, drool dripping from its mouth, and covered with a stone helmet!
Someone immediately recognized it: "This is a monster trapped in the valley. How did it end up here? Could we actually be in the swamp?"
Upon hearing this, the white deer cried out a few times to prove its innocence, but unfortunately no one paid any attention, and the disciples all began to speculate among themselves.
"Perhaps this is also a test from the sages! Fellow Daoists, with the combined strength of everyone, can't we defeat this mere serpent?"
"Draw your sword and slay the demonic beast!"
Amidst such public outrage, the serpent shook its head, spitting out four drops of saliva, each drop scattering a puff of green smoke!
The serpent ignored everyone. It raised itself straight up, its ear fins wide open, and its pair of dark vertical pupils swept over everyone before locking onto Lin Feiran.
It raised its head and roared, the mud on its scales sliding off and leaving black spots on the yellow sand.
It crouched down, passed over the crowd, and attacked Lin Feiran without hesitation!
Lin Feiran was puzzled, but he had already turned and fled, getting far away from the white deer.
With a loud bang, the spot where she had been standing was crushed by the serpent, creating a dust storm that turned the sky a hazy yellow.
Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, the hot-blooded crowd stared blankly at the two dark figures locked in combat behind the sand shadow.
"Don't just stand there, get on it!"
Some drew their swords and rushed into the yellow sand, and the others, without further hesitation, drew their swords and followed.
However, the serpent kept writhing and the yellow sand kept flowing. As he plunged in, he couldn't see where the two dark figures were, and he was completely at a loss.
Lin Feiran spun around to dodge the saliva that was being thrown at him, busy dealing with the situation and having no time to think about how the monsters in the swamp had come to the foot of Sword Mountain.
It's unknown how long this serpent has stayed in the Pilgrimage Valley or how much spiritual energy it has absorbed. Just by looking at its enormous and agile body, and its thick scales that could be used as armor, one can tell that this battle will not be easy.
She dealt with the situation cautiously, and after a few exchanges, she gradually realized that something was amiss.
The serpent kept attacking her hand.
She glanced down at it and dismissed the idea in her mind.
It was less an attack on her hand and more an attack on the sword in her hand.
She said slowly, "You also think that these swords shouldn't be in my hands?"
The serpent roared again in response.
A cool breeze rose from the surroundings, dispersing the dust storm and clearing the view.
The bewildered cultivator, gripping his sword, turned around and realized that it was the silver-masked man who had made the move.
His hand hovered in front of him, the magic array in his hand shining brightly, suppressing all the dust storms with an irresistible crushing force, leaving only a trace of cold fragrance hidden in the wind.
He didn't care about the gazes of the crowd, only staring intently at the location of the serpent, but he didn't make a move, he just watched.
The serpent hissed and its ear fins twitched; it was a silent affirmation.
It was indeed after the spirit sword in Lin Feiran's hand; it wanted to take the sword from her.
This is the order it received!
Lin Feiran's gaze grew increasingly calm, and in her hand she held the Lingfeng Sword, which was extremely suitable for wielding a fast sword.
Lingfeng is slender and agile. The blade is not an ordinary thin blade, but has a rounded edge. For every move someone makes, Lingfeng can make three.
But that's still not enough.
The Lingfeng Sword is fast enough, but not heavy enough. What she needs is a more powerful, more domineering, and more unstoppable spiritual sword!
Lin Feiran suddenly stopped, looked up at the serpent, and slowly stroked the spirit sword hanging at his side with both hands, and then said.
"I was worried about how to test the sword after choosing it, but you came, and you came at just the right time."
She spun the Lingfeng Sword around, gripped the hilt, and shot it straight back onto the Sword Mountain, creating a resounding hum.
"The Lingfeng Sword is not suited to my hand!"
Lingfeng Sword Spirit was so angry that he jumped up and down.
The fast sword technique that Lin Feiran just used had a style that was reminiscent of its former master. It was fast and sharp, flat and razor-sharp, like a hummingbird flapping its wings, as easy as using an arm. It was swift and fierce, yet also extremely exhilarating!
He was already completely absorbed in the moment, and being suddenly abandoned like this inevitably left him with a sense of emptiness. To make matters worse, she told him he wasn't a good match, which only added to his anger and made him feel wronged.
Lin Feiran was unaware of the sword spirit's inner turmoil, and only assumed that the sword spirit was relieved that Lingfeng Sword had not been chosen by her.
She said to the serpent, "Guess which sword I will choose next, the sixth-ranked sword in the world, Changyuan, or the sword with its cold light and flying shadow, Cangshan?"
She crossed her arms and pulled out the Long Abyss and the Cangshan Mountain from her side. The other cultivators felt a chill run down their spines, but Wei Changzai kept his expression calm and watched her quietly.
Lin Feiran rushed straight towards the serpent, his right hand wielding the Cangshan Sword first, slashing at the flesh armor with a single strike, like a flying goose casting its shadow, exuding a chilling aura. But after a clang, the Cangshan Sword seemed unable to withstand this attack and began to tremble.
She spun around behind the serpent and threw the Cangshan Sword onto the Sword Mountain.
"Too soft, no!"
Within the sword realm, the Cangshan Sword Spirit suddenly stood up from among the rocks. If it had facial features, it would likely have shown an expression of disbelief.
But he didn't, and the two intersecting ink marks on his face immediately twisted and bent into wavy lines.
After seeing Cangshan off, Lin Feiran immediately switched the Changyuan Sword from his left hand to his right, stepped onto the serpent from behind, and sped along its stone helmet, leaping onto the top of its head with strange horns. He thrust the sword in, but it only penetrated half an inch.
The next moment, the serpent shook its head and roared, its roar echoing through the desert.
Lin Feiran immediately jumped down from the top and landed in the yellow sand. When he got up, he threw Changyuan back into Sword Mountain.
"Too dull, no way!"
The spirit of the Long Abyss Sword was so angry that it nearly fell backward. It pointed at her in the sword realm but couldn't utter a single word.
The serpent was completely enraged by her. It no longer cared about seizing the sword and was only interested in taking her life. So it turned around and its long tail with bone spikes swept across, creating a sound of air being cut!
Lin Feiran casually drew his Tai'a sword, and in an instant, a phoenix cry echoed across the desert, resounding through the altar of everyone present. Wherever the chilling sword energy passed, it unleashed a beam of azure light, condensing into frost flowers.
The mere ripples of sword energy were enough to force the serpent back half a step!
Lin Feiran stopped and swiftly twirled his sword with his right hand. He spun around and first unleashed a rapid sword strike, then used chopping, slashing, thrusting, and flicking techniques to advance and retreat, maneuvering around the snake. These basic sword moves quickly left marks on the snake's body, drawing blood in an instant.
What a fine sword!
She sighed inwardly, until the serpent opened its mouth to snatch her up, its purplish-black tongue flicking out and dripping venomous saliva—it was a gaping maw of blood!
Lin Feiran did not retreat a single step, but instead raised his sword and moved forward, heading straight for the gaping maw that could swallow clouds and spit out the sun. In an instant, the phoenix's cry grew louder, but it did not sound like a stirring sound; rather, it sounded like a call to stop.
Lin Feiran tilted his longsword, barely grazing the corner of the serpent's mouth and slicing through a thin membrane.
"Arrogance without chivalry is too weak, we don't want it!"
The famous sword Tai'a, which everyone was scrambling for, was mercilessly thrown back by her, piercing straight into the mountain peak, buzzing incessantly.
The spirit of the Tai'a sword stood within the sword's realm, catching her breath slightly. Her hands trembled slightly as she looked out at the world beyond the sword, opening her mouth as if to speak.
She and Tai'a were not just arrogant in name only.
She and Tai'a were not without courage.
She just hadn't had such a fierce battle in a long time; she was just too excited!
She wanted to say goodbye to Lin Feiran, but she couldn't open her mouth. She had her own sword master and could only watch helplessly as Lin Feiran drew one spiritual sword after another.
Lin Feiran knows how to tame a sword.
She could wield that extremely malevolent and sinister evil sword with such flair, let alone these spirit swords that have been eagerly awaited for so long.
To dance with such knowledgeable swordsmen would be a great pleasure for a swordsman, so what if one lacks luck?
The dozen or so sword spirits seemed to have completely forgotten how they had previously turned her away, and now a longing arose in their hearts.
Choose me as your sword!
Choose me as your sword!
They didn't speak, so Lin Feiran naturally didn't know.
Moving Mountains, Clearing Snow, Reaching the Summit, and even the heavy Iron Cube Sword—each was drawn from its sheath, only to be kicked off the battlefield in the next moment, unwillingly sinking back into the green stones of the Sword Mountain.
"Too crunchy, no thanks!"
"Too gentle, no!"
"Too light, no!"
The spirit sword hanging at his waist was gradually returned to Sword Mountain, as if it were a discarded worn-out shoe.
The sword spirit's secretly hopeful heart finally plummeted from its high place, leaving behind a trail of silent regret.
He regretted not agreeing to Lin Feiran's offer when she first chose the sword!
What kind of sword does she want?
What kind of sword is truly suitable for one's hand?
She now only has the Kunwu sword left, which she hasn't drawn. Could it be that after all this time, it's still the Kunwu sword?
Not only the other sword spirits, but even the Kunwu sword spirit thought the same way.
The Kunwu sword is sharp, heavy, fast, tough, and strong enough, almost meeting all the conditions she had mentioned earlier!
The spirit of Kunwu Sword began to waver.
Compared to the sword master he had never met, he now clearly thought more highly of Lin Feiran.
What would happen if I accepted her?
He drew his sword! He would show her what the greatest swordsman in the world truly was!
There was no sword cry, no blade light, but it seemed as if snow was falling, and only snow was falling.
Everything fell silent, enveloped in the dark purple of the night snow.
Lin Feiran raised his sword to block the heavy blow, and almost effortlessly, the blade embedded itself in the snake's tail.
Those familiar with her know that Lin Feiran loves to use this broken sword style, but this move is actually derived from knife techniques and can better utilize her strength.
The knife is longer and thicker than the sword, so she finds it awkward to use an ordinary longsword.
If it's shortened by even an inch, it will reduce her accumulated strength by ten percent.
The same applies now.
The move that could have severed the tail only managed to cut off half of it.
"Too short, no thanks."
Just as the Kunwu Sword Spirit was feeling smug and holding its head high, the sword suddenly swayed, and it was sent back to Sword Mountain, falling under the red umbrella.
The Kunwu Sword Spirit's smile froze, stunned by that single word and unable to recover for a long time.
"Why does the sword have to be so long! Can't you take two steps forward!"
He couldn't help but speak, his childish voice clear and crisp, utterly devoid of any threat.
Lin Feiran had no time to listen to his tantrums. She had already sent out her sword, leaving her hand empty. When the snake's tail lashed out, she had no choice but to raise her arm to block it. In an instant, she was knocked back several meters, leaving a half-inch deep mark on the ground.
With no sword at her waist and her clothes torn in half, revealing the long, flowing lines of her arms, she stood against the wind, staring at the serpent, and raised her palm to strike.
"Who else can fight alongside me against this enemy!"
It was quiet and windless; there wasn't a sound on Sword Mountain.
She continued, "Who is willing to fight alongside me against the enemy!"
The serpent, already enraged, charged at Lin Feiran like a madman, its breath carrying a foul, pungent stench that stung her eyes. She immediately retreated half a step, not to escape, but to prepare for battle.
"Who dares to stand with me against the enemy!"
With a sharp clang, as if a weapon had pierced the wind, Lin Feiran did not turn around. She spun around and caught it with her hand. Looking down, she saw that it was the red umbrella that had sheltered Kunwu and Tai'a from the sun!
This shade of red is particularly serene, yet also vibrant.
The edges are inlaid with openwork silver, and twelve pure white umbrella ribs gather from the outside to the center, with rounded turns, and then extend downwards to form an extremely long umbrella handle.
The umbrella handle is not as slender as a regular paper umbrella, but rather has a circumference that can be easily held by wrapping one's hand around it. Upon closer inspection, there is a very long, thin vertical slit on it.
The crevice was dark, and then a glint of cold light flashed by.
Looking further down, the end of the umbrella handle is engraved with intricate patterns, much like the hilt of a sword or knife.
She raised her hand and grasped the end that resembled a sword hilt. With a flick of her wrist, a slender silver knife emerged from the crack, returning to the light of day.
The blade is slender with a slightly curved tip, the handle is five inches long, and the blade is over four feet long.
Lin Feiran held the knife horizontally, and the entire knife was exactly at the same height as her shoulders. The perfect length made it seem as if it had been tailor-made for her.
She glanced at it; the blade was smooth as a mirror, and the surface even reflected her messy hair.
Several two-inch-long, vigorous red lines extend from the hilt, resembling plum blossoms and pine trees, appearing as overlapping images on the smooth, silvery blade.
"good!"
What does it matter if it's a knife or a sword!
She raised her sword, its blade as smooth as a mirror, its hilt as bright as silver, and a fire-burnt pattern that spread down the back of the blade, giving it an ancient and elegant appearance.
With a single strike, the blade slashed down, its edge sinking deep into the serpent's long tail. The mirror-like blade reflected the grotesque sinews and bones within. The next moment, the long tail broke off, rolling to the ground, staining the yellow sand with blood.
"Profitable!"
The serpent roared, its eyes bloodshot with rage. It spun around and swung its tail, which was as thick and wrinkled as an ancient tree, as it charged straight at the enemy!
Lin Feiran leaped upwards and landed on the tailbone. Even though she swayed, she steadied herself and raised her knife without hesitation to stab down. The long, slender blade pierced straight through the pieced tailbone, like a gear being forcibly stopped. The bone churned against the refined iron, making a clattering sound.
With another burst of strength, she nailed the wildly swinging tail into the yellow sand. She flipped over and, with the blade slicing along the right side, detached the tail as easily as chopping a melon.
"That's tough!"
The serpent let out a mournful cry, as if it knew it was doomed and was unwilling to flee. It was determined to avenge itself and immediately charged at Lin Feiran. In an instant, its spiritual power surged and flames burst forth, as if it wanted to fight to the death!
The air was scorching hot. Amidst the astonished gazes of the cultivators, Lin Feiran charged forward. The flames obscured their vision, leaving only two afterimages.
A few breaths later, the firelight flickered again, the serpent's mournful cry ceased, and a hoarse voice rang out from the scorched smoke.
"Charging forward relentlessly, faster than me, you've got guts!"
The sunlight was intense. A young girl, holding a knife in her right hand and an umbrella in her left, emerged from the scorching fire. Her face was covered in soot, and her clothes were tattered, yet this did not diminish her power.
Wherever the umbrella passed, the flames were all extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of smoke rising into the sky.
After the fire subsided, the dragon's head fell to the ground, and the joints where the bones were connected were as smooth as slippery stone, demonstrating the sharpness of its blade.
Lin Feiran released her left hand, and the red umbrella slowly floated above her head, shielding her from the scorching sun.
She held the sword horizontally in front of her and examined it carefully. She saw that the edge of the sword suddenly changed; what was originally a single-edged sword had suddenly transformed into a double-edged sword.
The blade remained as smooth as a mirror, reflecting her astonished eyes.
Suddenly, several wisps of spiritual light escaped from the sword, two landing on her arms and two entering her eyes, just as when she had seen the sword spirit before.
Within the sword realm, a profusion of flowers bloomed in the distance, resembling a courtyard with a small bridge and flowing water.
On the other side of the bridge stood a figure.
Author's Note: To avoid any misunderstanding, I've revised the ending.
This umbrella sword is about 1.5 meters long, both practical and beautiful. Lin Feiran carried it on her back with a swaying air.
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