Chapter 19 Sword Immortal: "You lost."
"No one is replying?" Shen Cangyu asked Xu Qiubai.
Xu Qiubai glanced at his name tag and smiled awkwardly yet politely: "They received the message, but haven't replied yet. They're probably still on their way and it's inconvenient for them to communicate." He said this, but in his heart he cursed those Kunlun disciples a thousand times over.
Xu Qiubai sent a message to the other Kunlun disciples who were training outside, asking them to come over while they were there.
The group of Kunlun disciples is not far away; it only takes a few days to get here. If we could hitch a ride with them back to Kunlun, that would be excellent.
Unfortunately, those guys haven't replied, and it's unknown whether they received the message at all.
"If it were the senior brother who sent them the message, they definitely wouldn't dare to do this," Xu Qiubai said indignantly. Unfortunately, Pei Wenjing slept for three days and three nights and still hadn't woken up.
Just as he thought of this, Xu Qiubai's name tag suddenly lit up, and a voice came from inside: "Where is he?"
Xu Qiubai gritted his teeth and cast a spell on the nameplate. A white line emerged from the nameplate and stretched straight into the distance. This was an index line, capable of connecting two nameplates that were communicating, guiding them in the right direction.
Before long, a group of people walked over from the distance in the woods. They were all about the same age and wearing the silver-gray uniforms of Kunlun inner disciples.
Shen Cangyu recognized that there were several people in the crowd who were the ones who had led her into Kunlun back then. Although she was grateful to them for bringing her to Kunlun and changing her life, she also resented them for leaving her at the outer gate and never paying attention to her again.
Perhaps they brought her to Kunlun back then only to repay her for picking the immortal herb for them. After throwing her into the outer sect, they forgot about her existence. Or perhaps from the very beginning, they never even looked at her face.
"who is she?"
Someone's gaze swept over Shen Cangyu, landing on her animal skin coat, which was now sticky from being soaked in snow water. The tone was as contemptuous as ever.
"Was she some mortal you brought from some remote corner of the world?"
When Kunlun disciples are out training, they sometimes encounter mortals they take a liking to, and they will bring them back and send them to the outer sect's Little Kunlun, just like Shen Cangyu did in his previous life.
They work for Kunlun, becoming the link between Kunlun and the outside world. The elders of Little Kunlun will guide them and impart knowledge about cultivation to them.
However, the disciples in Little Kunlun are, after all, outer disciples, and the knowledge they are taught is superficial. There are many things that even they themselves do not understand.
For example, mental techniques, or Taoist methods.
Little Kunlun has many hills and many buildings, each corresponding to a different elder. For example, the Rare Treasures Building to which Shen Cangyu belongs corresponds to the Warehouse Manager Elder.
Most of these elders possess several mental techniques, and some have even inherited Taoist arts. If they encounter a satisfactory disciple in Little Kunlun, they will relinquish their own closed-door disciple slots to allow outer disciples to enter Kunlun and become new inner disciples.
Shen Cangyu also tried to become the closed-door disciple of the warehouse elder, but failed.
Shen Cangyu vaguely felt that their process of choosing their closed-door disciples was somewhat amusing, like eunuchs choosing their adopted sons. But having the opportunity to enter Kunlun did indeed bring a world of difference in status.
Even if it involves some unethical competition, she can understand. For the sake of her future, it's not shameful.
But what she didn't understand was that some people had worked hard to get into the inner sect, and the people in the outer sect hadn't mistreated them. So why did they become so arrogant after entering the inner sect, thinking that they were able to enter the inner sect entirely because of their own talent?
He was inherently different from the outer disciples, who were all considered ants. So while they were in the outer sect, they outwardly flattered the inner disciples, but secretly despised their arrogance and resented the injustice of fate.
After entering the inner sect, they did the things they used to hate the most, becoming the kind of condescending inner sect disciples they used to despise.
Shen Cangyu pouted.
She had never had a good impression of the inner disciples. In her previous life, only Pei Wenjing was kind to her among the inner disciples.
Everyone else looked up at her with their chins tilted back, just like the people in front of her.
Hearing the tone of the Kunlun disciple before him, Xu Qiubai's face darkened: "What do you mean?"
He started cursing, spewing out a string of witty remarks, using a variety of insults to berate the man. The man was stunned by his outburst and retorted, "If you hadn't deserted the group, our senior brother wouldn't have gone to save you, and the others wouldn't have died. You wicked devil, how dare you speak like that!"
Xu Qiubai was so angry that his face turned pale, but what that person said was true, and he couldn't refute it.
If he hadn't been so determined to make a great contribution through his own abilities, he wouldn't have secretly left the Kunlun disciples' ranks and run away alone.
He was certain that he possessed a spirit-summoning incense; as long as the incense burned, he would be omnipotent, and even if he couldn't win, he could still escape.
But he hadn't expected that the demonic cultivator he encountered would attack his mind, striking at his most vulnerable point, shattering his nerves, and inciting his suicidal thoughts. If Shen Cangyu hadn't arrived in time, he might have truly died there.
He truly considered Shen Cangyu his best friend. To him, Shen Cangyu was special. The people of Kunlun disliked him, but she wasn't from Kunlun. She didn't know about his past, yet she was willing to befriend him and had saved him many times. For this reason alone, he considered Shen Cangyu his lifelong friend.
These people dared to speak to Shen Cangyu in such a contemptuous tone, which was a provocation against him. He couldn't argue with them, so he had no choice but to resort to violence.
Seeing Xu Qiubai draw his weapon, those people became wary and finally shut up, taking a few steps back. Xu Qiubai was the most promising disciple of Xingxiang Hall. Because he was frail and sickly from childhood and spoiled, all the elders pampered him and ordered the other Kunlun disciples to treat him well and not to harm him in the slightest.
Children often have many conflicts, but once Xu Qiubai is involved in these conflicts, the elders will always side with Xu Qiubai without question and will only punish the other disciples.
So everyone disliked him and wouldn't play with him, fearing that he might get hurt and the elders would blame them.
However, while they dared not openly fight Xu Qiubai, they were quick to criticize him verbally, always unable to resist saying sarcastic or sarcastic things whenever they encountered him.
They figured that since no one had actually done anything, they wouldn't be able to find any evidence by saying a few words, unless Xu Qiubai went to file a complaint again.
"Oh dear, we dare not offend you. What if you trip and fall and get hurt, and then you find a reason to complain to the elders? The elders will blame us again." The Kunlun disciples saw Xu Qiubai take an attack stance, and although they did not fight back, they couldn't help but mock him.
Xu Qiubai's face turned pale and then red. He had experienced this kind of thing countless times. Those people hated him, but they wouldn't fight him, leaving him with a belly full of anger and nowhere to vent it.
At this moment, Shen Cangyu suddenly spoke up: "You don't dare to fight him, right? Then I'll fight you."
Everyone fell silent and looked at her. She curled the corners of her lips and said with a contemptuous look in her eyes, "Or are you saying that you don't dare to fight and are just making excuses?"
"Who are you anyway, acting so arrogantly!" Someone rolled up their sleeves, drew their sword, and charged at Chen Cangyu. "Let me see what you're really made of!"
Shen Cangyu raised his chin at Xu Qiubai: "Lend me your sword."
Xu Qiubai tossed the sword to her.
Those people looked at Shen Cangyu and sneered, "You even have to borrow a sword from someone else? I thought you were so powerful. How come a sword cultivator doesn't even have a sword?"
Shen Cangyu twirled his sword and said calmly, "A swordsman's sword resides in his heart. If you don't even understand this, how can you be a swordsman, and how can you obtain the inheritance of the Kunlun Immortal Lord?"
When the Kunlun Immortal Master ascended to immortality, he relied on the unity of man and sword, using his body as a weapon and the sword as the way, thus gaining supernatural powers over heaven and earth.
This was something Pei Wenjing had told her back then, and now she was saying it herself.
Upon hearing her words, the inner disciples' expressions changed. Before they could think it through, Shen Cangyu's sword strike came at them.
Her swordsmanship was learned from the mortal realm, not from Kunlun.
Mortal swordsmen are obsessed with swordsmanship, finding joy in battle and in developing new techniques. They seek only the sword, not the Dao, yet are still hailed as "Sword Immortals." She, however, wanted to see whether the mortal "Sword Immortals" or the Kunlun Sword Immortals would prevail.
The Kunlun disciple pointed his sword diagonally, its sharpness concealed, perfectly executed in the standard starting stance depicted in the sword manual—not a fraction more, not a fraction less, utterly neat and beautiful. Seeing that Shen Cangyu made no move, he decided to finish the fight quickly, striking first with flowing swordplay, thrusting straight at Shen Cangyu with chilling sword energy.
What a majestic sword style!
Shen Cangyu shifted his body slightly, using his sword to block, deflect, and raise, borrowing the opponent's force against them. The Kunlun disciple's sword technique was neutralized with minimal effort, and he quickly changed his move, sweeping out horizontally.
Shen Cangyu suddenly ducked and thrust his sword diagonally, the blade grazing his neck. This move was fast, accurate, and ruthless. It had no fancy moves, but it was extremely effective. If the blade had been a few inches off, it could have severed his neck.
Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of the Kunlun disciples as they hastily parried with their swords. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere.
Shen Cangyu laughed: "Kunlun disciples are nothing special."
It turns out that the person she feared, admired, and envied in her previous life was this kind of person.
Shen Cangyu's voice was not loud and did not reach the ears of others, but the Kunlun disciple in front of her heard her words clearly.
He grew impatient and unleashed a barrage of sword strikes at her.
Shen Cangyu's moves were steady, each parry perfectly timed, her counterattacks targeting weaknesses with unhurried yet deadly precision. Looking at the Kunlun disciple's expression, she knew he had lost his composure.
The clashing swords grew increasingly rapid, the sound of metal striking metal as dense as raindrops. Suddenly, Shen Cangyu flicked his wrist, and the Kunlun disciple's sword flew out of his hand, slanting to the side.
Shen Cangyu raised her sword and then lowered it, placing it on his shoulder. She raised her chin and looked at him, just as they had looked at her in her past life, and said, "You lost."
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