Chapter 1 Sword Sacrifice and Destiny "See, you can't stop me."...
Within the territory of Yaotai in Beihai, four elders led the disciples of Yaotai to guard the entrance to the forbidden area of Yaotai.
The setting sun was like blood. The girl was dressed in plain white clothes. Her figure was slender under the white gauze. She still looked like she was seventeen years old. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle. Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold crushed starlight. The ribbon in her hair fluttered like a butterfly spreading its wings to escape.
Fu Yunyao gripped the sword, the only spiritual sword in the world that she could truly use.
The sword, entirely ice-blue, shimmered with a water-like sheen. Its veins were faint, resembling the patterns of a frozen river, and every inch of it exuded a chilling aura.
The Spirit Sword Rangchen is formed from the sword bone of a demon god. It is cleansed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and nourished by countless spirit swords. It is also the only spirit sword in the world that can scare away all demons.
In front of her, the disciples and elders of the Yaotai Realm blocked her way, and the Grand Elder spoke.
"Please return to the restriction, young master, and wait for the birth of a new Sword Master of the Dust Sword."
The disciples behind him repeated, "Please return to the forbidden area, young master."
The Dust Sword hummed in her hand as Fu Yunyao took a step forward, causing the disciples in front of her to involuntarily take a step back.
She slightly curved her eyebrows, looking exceptionally gentle, "You fear me, but how can you stop me?"
The disciples felt a pang of heartache. The scene of their defeat by her sword in the past was still vivid in their minds. What's more, back then on the dueling stage, she used only an ordinary sword without any spiritual energy. But today, the renowned Dust-Slaying Sword lay obediently in her palm. The chilling aura emanating from the blade was already terrifying to them even before it got close.
The disciples all unconsciously took a few steps back, while the elders remained standing in place. "Please stop, young master, and return to the forbidden area."
The sword intent of the Dust Sword was chilling, and they were not without fear. However, she could only ensure her safety by staying in the forbidden area, so that the Dust Sword would not return to its dormant state and it would be many years before it could find a satisfactory offering again.
The Third Elder advised her, "Young Master, you already know all the secrets on the Let Dust Sword that we know. Now that the seal on the Demon Realm has been lifted, the Demon Clan is restless. If it weren't for the pressure of the Let Dust Sword, they would have already launched a large-scale invasion of the cultivation world and the mortal realm. The Sword Master is dead. At this time, we cannot face the scene of the Let Dust Sword returning to oblivion."
The Second Elder also spoke up, "Young Master, the forbidden area is where the Dust Sword was born. There is a barrier around the Dust Sword, which prevents the Demon Clan from entering. Only by staying in the forbidden area can you ensure your safety."
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes, "What if I absolutely have to go out?"
The elders exchanged glances, sighed softly, and when they looked at her again, their demeanor changed. The eldest elder spoke up, "Then we can only ask the young master to make do for now."
"Disciples, please form ranks and return, young master!"
The disciples gritted their teeth and worked together to set up an array, while several elders flashed to Fu Yunyao's side.
Fu Yunyao moved slightly to dodge their attacks.
The Fourth Elder was slightly taken aback. He murmured, "This is..."
"The Sword Master's movement technique!"
"Elder!" The disciples' shouts brought him back to his senses. When he looked up again, the Dust Sword was already pressed against the Elder's neck.
Fu Yunyao's eyes were gentle. "I told you, you can't stop me."
The elder laughed out loud, "We came to stop you, we never intended to go back."
The formations in the disciples' hands had already taken shape during their battle.
"Young Master, the formation is complete. Please return."
The Boundless Array in the Jade Terrace Realm will plunge you into a completely new illusion with every step you take. The illusion is bizarre and wonderful, without any danger, but enough to trap you forever.
The other elders also breathed a sigh of relief. No one knew better than them how terrifying Chen Jian's sword energy was. They acted only to buy time for their disciples to set up the formation; once the formation was complete, she felt it would be impossible for her to leave.
Even if it came at the cost of them being trapped in the formation as well.
The Grand Elder spoke again, "Young Master, let's return to the forbidden area."
Fu Yunyao slowly moved the Rangchen sword away from his neck.
He sighed softly, about to send his disciple back, when suddenly, a chilling sword intent emanated from the girl.
That sword intent, even with just a slight touch, instilled despair and pain, carrying a resolute determination to "annihilate all things," as if it wanted to sever all illusions and warmth in the world, leaving only icy silence and bitter cold. The surrounding spiritual energy condensed, turning into icicles, and ice flowers bloomed from the ground, even the surrounding lush foliage was covered with a layer of frost.
Sword energies were unleashed from the Dust-Slaying Sword, and the Boundless Array, passed down through generations in the Yaotai Realm, was dismantled into a series of illusions.
The elder instinctively wanted to step forward, but was injured by the sword energy and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Stop her!"
He opened his mouth, coughing up blood incessantly, knowing perfectly well that this time, they could no longer hold her captive. The girl now was no longer the helpless child she had been when she first arrived on the island.
The disciples of Yaotai Realm overcame their fear and joined forces with the remaining three elders to attack Fuyun Yao.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes, dodging their attacks, while the Rangchen Sword in her hand continuously left wounds on their bodies.
Until the last disciple collapsed, clutching his wound, they looked at the still-standing girl with horror.
Her pristine white dress was stained red, and dark red forbidden patterns crawled up her neck. Someone's blood had splattered on her face, sliding down her neck and mixing with the constantly surging patterns. The sea breeze blew her loose hair, revealing her pale, fragile, yet breathtakingly beautiful face.
“Look,” she said softly.
"I told you, you can't stop me."
The sword in his hand, the Dust Sword, radiated a powerful sword intent and emitted a buzzing sound.
For a fleeting moment, the elders and disciples of the Yaotai Realm all thought of another person—
Let the Dust Sword Master, and the Floating Jade Life.
They didn't know why she insisted on leaving the island, until...
News came from the Nanheng Sect that the Demon Lord of the South Sea had been beheaded by a mortal girl.
The mortal girl held the Dust-Slaying Sword in her hand.
In the sea breeze, Fu Yunyao sheathed her sword. The Demon Lord, who had instilled fear in countless cultivators throughout the cultivation world, had completely vanished from the sea.
The bells and tripods atop Xuanshan Mountain resonated with a distant, solemn, and awe-inspiring sound.
The cultivators gazed at the blood-stained hem of the robe fluttering in the sea breeze, and at the still-dampened bloodstains on the icy blue blade of the sword.
In an instant, it was as if the ever-arrogant and unrestrained Sword Master Rangchen had reappeared before them.
They were stunned when the figure turned around.
Suddenly, he realized that Sword Master Chen and Floating Cloud Yao were originally from the Yaotai Realm.
Over the years, news of their conflict has continued to circulate, causing them to forget about it.
In the past, it was the Sword Master Chen who taught her sword techniques and movement methods.
He shielded her from covetous glances, ensuring her a bright future.
Fu Yunyao looked back at them, her gaze falling on the child hiding to one side. The child looked at her timidly, his hands seemingly clutching something tightly.
She realized the real reason for Fu Yusheng's death.
He was not defeated in his battle against the Demon Lord; in fact, the Demon Lord, who had long resided in the Demon Realm, had only recently broken free of his seal and his strength had not fully recovered. In their battle, Fu Yusheng consistently held the upper hand.
Unfortunately, there were too many people he wanted to protect.
The Demon Lord confessed that he wanted to protect the cultivators and mortals in the seaside town, as well as the child he had just rescued from the Demon Lord's clutches.
Fu Yunyao looked at the red ribbon tightly held by the child; it was a red string that belonged to Fu Yusheng.
Under the monk's watchful gaze, she slowly approached the child and knelt down in front of him.
His cold fingertips touched the child's hand, and he reflexively clenched his fist, only to relax it when he saw her gentle expression.
He opened his hand, revealing the red rope completely to Fu Yunyao. She picked it up and tied it around the child's wrist.
The red rope was a bit short, probably because it was cut off during the battle with the Demon Lord and then caught by the child he was protecting.
Her movements were gentle, but her fingertips were chillingly cold, making the child shiver involuntarily.
Fu Yunyao noticed, withdrew her hand, and said softly, "I'm sorry."
Her voice was so gentle, but her heart was filled with indifference.
Is it worth sacrificing for someone like that?
“Young Master Yao.” A cultivator approached her, his eyes filled with hope. “Perhaps, if Sword Master Chen were still alive, we would have only seen him fall into the sea, perhaps…”
"He's dead." Fu Yunyao interrupted him mercilessly, her voice soft and devoid of any sorrow.
The surrounding cultivators were taken aback. "Even if he was truly unfortunate... we should still try to retrieve his remains."
Fu Yunyao tilted her head and looked at the person who spoke, "Who's going to look for him? The Demon Lord just died, and the demonic energy in the South China Sea is extremely heavy. If you go into the sea, how can you be sure you can come back alive? It's not like when the Demon Realm was still sealed. If you get tainted by demonic energy, you'll become a demon."
"But……"
“Since the person is dead, there is no need to search for them.” Fu Yunyao concluded.
The cultivators looked at her, then at the Rangchen Sword in her hand, the sword that once belonged to its master, now lying obediently in her palm.
A cultivator spoke in a hoarse voice, "I've heard that the young master of Yaotai Realm and Sword Master Rangchen are at odds. Has it really come to this?"
Fu Yunyao was puzzled, "For the sake of a corpse, you risk the lives of many more people. Have you cultivators reverted to the way things were at the beginning of time?"
Her analysis was clearly very rational, so how did it get involved in her discord with Fu Yusheng?
Someone sighed, "But... feelings aren't calculated like that."
emotion?
Fu Yunyao lowered her brows and slowly stood up. What was so important about such useless things that only made people lose themselves?
...
"A mortal sword master, though he has the title of sword master, has no ability to wield a sword. He is bound by the restriction of worldly affairs, thus escaping the fate of a mortal."
"The mortal Fuyun Yao, with weak family ties, was destined to die young. Born with a sword body, she was sacrificed to the eighth Rangchen Sword Spirit Body."
"The mortal Fuyun Yao entered the Dao through the sword. He used the Rangchen Sword to kill the Demon Lord of the South Sea and force back the demon race. He may have the ability to wield the sword and became the first mortal sword master."
A new line of text appeared on an ancient book in the Yaotai Realm Library, and a new spirit tablet appeared on the altar.
The moment the ancient book closed, it transformed into a golden light, which affectionately circled the newly appeared spirit tablet.
Fu Yunyao flicked her fingers and gently stroked the spirit tablet, on which was engraved the name she knew best.
She and Fu Yusheng had been together for seven years. They knew each other's personalities well. Or rather, Fu Yunyao, who had been imprisoned in the forbidden area for ten years, gradually absorbed Fu Yusheng's personality, his flamboyance and youthful spirit.
The difference is that beneath her gentle brows and eyes lies a faint emotion. She doesn't understand many of his actions, but every time she sees him with a captivating smile, she can't help but imitate him.
So much so that, years later, people could always see the shadow of the young sword master who had long since perished in the South China Sea in the young master of Yaotai Realm.
Fu Yunyao thought that if Chen Jian hadn't been given the sword, things wouldn't have ended this way between them.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
The Dust-Slaying Sword on one side hummed, and she turned her head slightly, and sure enough, she saw that familiar figure again.
The young man leaned lazily against the door frame, his face handsome, his eyes light-colored like white jade washed by spring water, and his plain white sleeves were embroidered with bright red plum blossoms, making him appear particularly flamboyant.
Upon closer inspection, the boy appeared illusory, his figure translucent.
"Alright," he said, a smile in his eyes.
Fu Yunyao withdrew her gaze, her fingertips landing on the Rangchen Sword, the sword's spiritual energy trembling pleasingly on her wrist.
"Aren't you going to talk to me again today? I'm going to teach you a new sword move, can you say something to me?" he coaxed softly.
Fu Yunyao flicked her finger and tapped the Rangchen Sword, causing frost flowers to fall from its blade.
She spoke, her voice tinged with a smile, "Rang Chen, are you thinking about him again?"
The spiritual energy attached to her wrist paused, and the boy's figure began to appear and disappear, eventually transforming into a silver light and falling back into the Dust-Slaying Sword.
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My Senior Brother Can't Be the Villain
"I only want my bright moon to hang high."
[The headstrong, sword-wielding prodigy junior sister vs. the gentle, fallen senior brother]
The only daughter of the number one swordsman, the founder of the Zhuoguang Sect, the Immortal Lord Guixu, and a highly anticipated new generation swordsmanship genius, is actually...
Danxiu.
Wen Nanxun disliked Guixu Immortal Lord, and also disliked the sword talent she possessed that originated from him. In the vast Zhuoguang Sect, the only person she liked was her senior brother.
My senior brother is like the high-hanging moonlight; he is gentle and tolerant.
The hand that held the sword could also pick up a pen to copy Zong Gui's memorial for her when she was being punished.
While traveling down the mountain, he never forgot to find the best medicinal herbs for her alchemy.
He would gently stroke her hair and talk to her.
"Sui Sui, your senior brother favors you."
Later, amidst the falling snow, the young man's white robes were stained with blood, yet he still stood in front of her.
He blocked the barrage of deadly attacks and led her through the formation.
Wen Nanxun was carried on his back, step by step, he walked very slowly and very steadily, leaving bloodstains on the white snow.
The girl's forehead was pressed against his neck, and her palms were covered in warm blood that didn't belong to her.
She spoke, her voice extremely soft.
"Senior brother, teach me swordsmanship."
She only hoped that her bright moon would hang high in the sky.
Until rumors spread that the once glorious and outstanding leader of the new generation of swordsmen, Senior Brother Zhuoguang Sect, was a demon god reincarnated and would surely harm the world.
They said that their senior brother had slaughtered a town at the foot of Zhuoguang Mountain.
Wen Nanxun, who was traveling, did not believe it.
Demon God?
Her senior brother sent her a message yesterday, reminding her to be careful in everything.
She sneaked back into the sect.
She wanted to save her senior brother.
That day, she carried her sword, its blood-stained blade pointing directly at her former fellow disciples.
"I've come to see my senior brother."
"I want to see a clean and innocent Shen Yunjian."
*
When Shen Yunjian was sixteen, his master brought back a little girl. The girl was only five years old, and her eyebrows and eyes vaguely resembled those of the Immortal Lord Guixu.
One day, when Shen Yunjian returned from his training trip down the mountain, the girl's low sobs echoed in the courtyard under the sparse moonlight.
Shen Yunjian silently gazed at the small figure under the pear tree.
Finally, he knelt down in front of the girl and handed her the carefully wrapped pastries.
Shen Yunjian gained a junior sister. The junior sister was extremely talented, but she preferred alchemy to swordsmanship.
But it doesn't matter, he can always afford to support his junior sister.
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