Chapter 7 is truly against the will of Heaven.
When he awoke from the illusion that day, he found himself lying in the disciple's quarters.
Only the sword hanging on the wall proved that what he had experienced was not in vain.
When Xiao Shuying stepped down from the couch, there was no sign of bruising as she walked. It seemed that the fire and injuries in the illusion were probably just an illusion.
He just didn't expect that Su Yunyu wouldn't make a move against him despite such a great opportunity.
He calmed his mind and simply walked to the spirit sword. The moment his hand touched it, a name appeared in his mind:
"Mu Ling..."
The sword spirit is not independent of the sword; it relies on the heart to impart a vague intention to its master. At this moment, this name is the manifestation of the sword spirit.
Just as Xiao Shuying was about to take it off, a voice came from not too far away, and someone pushed open the door and walked in.
It was the sect leader, Wenren Li, dressed in a green robe, smiling gently at the person beside him: "Your disciple's residence is now quite lively..."
He stopped speaking when his gaze fell on Xiao Shuying, and his smile faded slightly.
Beside him was Su Yunyu, dressed in ethereal white robes. As Xiao Shuying was bowing, she approached him, slightly frowning, and helped him up, asking:
"You're perfectly healthy now."
"Thank you for your concern, Master. I am fine now," Xiao Shuying said calmly, withdrawing the arm that Su Yunyu had been supporting. She lowered her eyes and pondered the purpose of the two people's visit.
Before he could figure out the answer, Wenrenli sat down in his chair, tapped his hand on the table, and calmly said:
"Your disciple's meridians are severed. To repair them, three things are needed: a furnace capable of refining ninth-grade pills, the Nine Heavens Spirit Rhinoceros Grass, and a rich spiritual vein. With your protection, he will be able to succeed."
The intention behind these words was clear without being spoken.
Xiao Shuying raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling surprised.
What's wrong with Su Yunyu in this life? She actually thought of repairing his meridians.
Once his meridians are repaired, and with the help of the physique of the spirits of the Three Realms, his cultivation will progress by leaps and bounds.
Given time...
Killing Su Yunyu would be nothing more than a matter of turning things around.
Thinking of this, Xiao Shuying's mind raced. Before Su Yunyu could speak, she feigned consideration, using a feigned retreat as a tactic to advance:
"Repairing these meridians is far too troublesome for me, and I really dare not trouble my master and uncle with such worries..."
“No,” Su Yunyu interrupted him decisively, her expression cold and unreadable, yet her words left no room for argument.
"The meridians are the foundation of a cultivator's life. If I am not here, and you have no cultivation, how will you survive?"
For someone with a reserved and aloof personality, Su Yunyu has already tried her best to show that she is warm-hearted.
He refused to believe that his moving words couldn't touch Long Aotian's heart.
"..." Xiao Shuying hid the suspicion in her eyes, pretending to be hesitant and awkward, as if she was unable to accept such a great favor and did not know how to reply.
He genuinely didn't believe Su Yunyu would repair his meridians; he suspected she had ulterior motives and was just waiting to fatten him up before killing him.
Wenrenli couldn't bear to see him so timid, so she spoke up to comfort him again:
"If you don't work hard, it will be difficult to succeed even with the help of your sect. Now that you have obtained the spirit sword, you should go to the Spirit Sword Hall to practice. There will be a martial arts competition in three days. Only the top three hundred can enter the secret realm. The secret realm has a ninth-grade pill furnace. Whether you can enter or not depends entirely on your ability."
After saying this, Wenrenli poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp before getting up and walking to Xiao Shuying.
Looking at his frail physique and remembering that he was the only disciple of her only junior brother, she couldn't help but sigh.
"Further words are useless; the martial arts competition is up to fate."
As the sigh subsided, the scene before her rippled like water. When the ripples receded, Xiao Shuying looked up and saw a plaque erected in front of her, bearing the grand name "Swordsmanship Hall".
Unexpectedly, this sect leader's cultivation was so unassuming that he could use the teleportation technique to its extreme with just a breath.
They probably saw his timid appearance and that's why they rushed to send him over with his sword.
Thinking of this, Xiao Shuying chuckled and, ignoring everything else, walked inside with Mu Ling in her hand.
Su Yunyu, who was still in the disciples' quarters, looked at the empty place in front of her and was surprised and embarrassed. She glanced at Wenren Li with restraint.
He didn't speak, but his eyes clearly showed doubt.
This made Wenrenli laugh heartily, and he patted him on the shoulder, saying:
"You two are so cold and taciturn, you can't say anything for a long time, so I might as well give you a push."
He laughed again as he spoke, probably amazed and delighted by Su Yunyu's glance.
He had never realized before that his junior brother had such a human side.
Interesting, really interesting.
Inside the Swordsmanship Hall, the white-bearded elder was passionately discussing the art of swordsmanship when someone entered. He looked up, saw it was Xiao Shuying, and immediately his white eyebrows furrowed, silencing him.
"stop!"
The elder knew who his master was, but he dared to offend everyone, so he directly rebuked him:
"I finally get to teach you swordsmanship once, and you're still so late. You'll be standing here listening to the lesson today."
Xiao Shuying froze on the spot, remained silent for a second, then looked at the elder with "innocent" eyes, as if to apologize:
"I was injured in the illusion and just woke up. I didn't mean to be late."
Upon hearing this, the elder looked at his pale face and had no doubts whatsoever.
His heart was first filled with pain at why Su Yunyu had taken him as a disciple, then he coughed and brushed it off:
"Go back to your seat and listen to the lesson."
Having obtained the compromise, Xiao Shuying smiled and returned to her seat.
He's not the type to accept things passively; the elders have misjudged him.
Although they were spared the punishment of standing and listening to the lecture, the consequence of arriving late was that the elder spoke a few words about swordsmanship and then announced that practice would begin.
The disciples were divided into pairs to practice sparring to reinforce their memory. As soon as the words were spoken, the disciples in the hall quickly made their divisions. When Xiao Shuying wanted to find someone to form a pair, she found that the only person she could choose was Xiao Qingran.
"Oh, what a coincidence," Xiao Qingran walked directly up to him, sword in hand, looking down at him with a condescending gaze.
"Little brother, let's have a match."
Without waiting for Xiao Shuying's reply, he drew his sword, flicked his wrist, and the blade struck straight at her face—
Xiao Shuying's eyes darkened, and she immediately drew Mu Ling, using the blade to block the blade.
Although he had no cultivation, he had once ruled the Three Realms in his first life and was rich in experience, which Xiao Qingran could not compare to.
His movements were swift, startling Xiao Qingran.
He hadn't gone for the kill, but that didn't mean he'd let Xiao Shuying escape unscathed. So he narrowed his eyes and swung his sword again—
As he slashed, Xiao Shuying dodged to the side, using her experience from her first life to dodge several sword strikes.
However, due to his lack of cultivation, his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't keep up with the train of thought for a moment, falling behind.
With a sharp slash, the blade barely grazed the skin of his arm, and a thin, long cut oozed a shocking amount of blood.
However, Xiao Qingran harbored resentment and became more and more energetic as they fought, inflicting many more wounds on Xiao Shuying in just a few rounds.
Xiao Qingran was particularly pleased when the elder shouted "Stop!" and she sneered at him with uncontrollable resentment:
"This is all the level you've achieved? You're a disgrace to the Immortal Venerable."
After saying this, he sheathed his sword and left.
Xiao Shuying pursed her lips and remained silent, only watching his arrogant back. She picked up a pebble, used her finger as a bow, and flicked it away with a "whoosh"—
It struck Xiao Qingran squarely in the back of the knee.
He has no cultivation level, but he still has some internal energy gained from body refinement.
As Xiao Qingran walked, he suddenly felt a pain in his knee, and one of his legs went weak, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance. He staggered and almost fell.
Fortunately, he still possessed the necessary cultivation, thus avoiding a disastrous outcome.
His eyes were filled with anger as he turned to glare at them, wanting to see who was so ungrateful.
Then he saw Xiao Shuying huddled with her arms crossed, panting. He immediately felt relieved and extremely happy, and couldn't be bothered to dwell on the pebble incident.
After he turned and left, Xiao Shuying lowered her arm, her eyes filled with gloom.
It takes skill to bully the weak, but the question of who is stronger or weaker is not permanent.
Having returned to Misty Peak covered in injuries, Xiao Shuying was about to find some pills to cure her injuries when she pushed open the door of the disciples' residence and saw Su Yunyu still sitting there.
He was resting with his eyes closed, one hand supporting his chin. His hair fell down, obscuring his handsome face. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, revealing a faint color, which inexplicably reminded people of the day he opened his lips to unveil the red silk.
A slightly damp mist rose up, and Xiao Shuying felt strange all over. She immediately slammed her hand on the door.
The loud creaking sound woke Su Yunyu as expected. He quickly looked up and saw that her eyes, which had been closed just moments before, were now misty and somewhat confused.
Xiao Shuying stood there without any guilt, deliberately exposing the wound on her arm, then repeated her previous trick, her eyes timid:
"Master, I... have I disturbed you?"
"It's nothing," Su Yunyu said. He wasn't sleeping at all; he was just watching the Tom and Jerry game that the system had put out. He was quite calm even though he was disturbed.
As he stood up, about to speak, he noticed the wound on Xiao Shuying's arm and quickly stepped forward, asking in a deep voice:
What happened?
"It's nothing..." Xiao Shuying tried to cover up the wound, but the more he tried to cover it, the more it appeared. As a result, he noticed that Su Yunyu's expression was getting more and more serious.
They put on quite a convincing act; it seems they are indeed a case of a great teacher producing great students.
Su Yunyu immediately grasped his wrist, first lamenting that he was too thin and that she should help him gain more weight in the future, and then skillfully channeled spiritual energy into him.
His cultivation was unparalleled, so his spiritual energy was naturally exceptionally pure.
It would be one thing to use this spiritual energy elsewhere, but to use it to heal Xiao Shuying is simply wasteful.
The first time I used chalcedony to heal his wounds, it was to try and gain his favor.
But at this moment, Su Yunyu only wanted to save trouble, and transferring spiritual energy was the easiest way.
If Wenrenli were here, he would surely be heartbroken and unable to bear to look.
Actually, it wasn't just Wenrenli who felt heartbroken every time Su Yunyu transferred spiritual energy; Xiao Shuying also felt the pain.
He had lost count of how many times he had thought that if his meridians were intact at this moment, then Su Yunyu's spiritual energy would be the best nourishment.
What a pity, what a pity.
In no time, Xiao Shuying's wounds had completely healed.
Su Yunyu lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, then released his wrist and said:
"Today I will teach you swordsmanship. Learn it, and you won't have to be injured like this in the future."
As he spoke, light and shadow flickered in his hand, and spiritual energy surged. Then, a sword, pure white as snow and jade, with a cold, gleaming light, appeared out of thin air.
This is the Snow Blossom Sword, a celestial artifact, unparalleled in its kind.
If others saw it, they would surely yearn for it.
But when Xiao Shuying saw it, she was reminded of her previous life, when this person slipped and was stabbed to death by her own sword...
It's utterly absurd and ridiculous.
It was as if the laws of heaven did not exist, that a person could be killed by a sword that had already recognized its master.
It's no wonder he felt that Heaven didn't like Su Yunyu.
If it were someone else, they wouldn't have died so mysteriously.
So Xiao Shuying immediately looked away, afraid that if she looked any longer she would burst out laughing.
His awkwardness made Su Yunyu even more awkward.
Heaven knows how much mental difficulty he overcame to be able to see that sword again.
This sword is beautiful and powerful, but unfortunately, it killed me in my previous life.
Seemingly sensing its master's awe, the sword spirit of the Snow Flower Sword conveyed a cautious apology to Su Yunyu.
After realizing this, Su Yunyu pursed her lips and thought, "Let it go. In the end, it's all Long Aotian's fault."
After thinking it through, he walked outside, turned around and called out to Xiao Shuying:
"Come here and witness my sword strike."
Willow-lined pavilions and terraces, shrouded in mist and smoke.
Su Yunyu stood there for only a moment, her fairy-like sleeves fluttering.
He drew his sword, its cold light gleaming. The next moment, he flicked his sleeve and raised the blade, his white robe fluttering. Everywhere he looked, there were only sword flowers and afterimages, a fleeting and breathtaking sight.
The moon shines on the cold river, and dragons swim in the winding marshes.
Its sword intent was overwhelming, and its sword cry was as resounding as the first crow of the Great Dao, even bringing a strong wind and startling a wisp of mist.
Even at the very end of her swordplay, unlike other sword techniques that return to simplicity in their finishing touch, Su Yunyu's sword remained sharp and ethereal at the very end.
Yet, like an immortal treading water without leaving a trace, leaving no fragrance, in a hazy, ethereal moment, Xiao Shuying only felt the swift wind of the sword, until a sword met her face—
His pupils contracted sharply, but for some reason, he did not flinch.
Perhaps his mind and spirit had been completely integrated into the sword intent.
After Su Yunyu pointed her sword directly at his brow, she withdrew it.
He looked at Xiao Shuying, who was somewhat stunned, and was satisfied with the perfection of his sword intent. He didn't reveal his emotions, and a smile played on his lips, a smile that remained cool and aloof, yet like the first melting of snow.
"How about the frost and moon shining together?"
Facing the vast blue sky above Misty Peak, bathed in a faint, cold light, his smile was fleeting, yet breathtakingly beautiful.
Especially the coldness that quickly followed the laughter had a unique flavor.
Xiao Shuying pursed her lips and remained silent, then lowered her head to think for a moment.
He then outwardly expressed longing while inwardly harboring sarcasm.
It's not all that great, just a little better than the last life.
He won because he didn't slip, and he won because he wasn't stabbed to death by his own sword.
Instead of asking him how it is, we should ask the will of Heaven.
How could it be that Heaven's will is against him, so that he could not be killed even after ninety-nine lifetimes?
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