Chapter 27 p1
Inside Heaven in a Pot.
Bi Feng, the Vermilion Birds, and the other feathered immortals channeled their magical powers, resisting the effects of the Phoenixes’ Virtuous Sound. Undefeated split into countless sword lights, swirling and clashing with their various magical artifacts.
Bi Feng and the others looked for an opportunity, slowly approaching Feng Chiyue. Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning erupted, and a wave of fire surged towards them, a fiery cloud spanning over thirty feet. A scorching heat washed over them.
Bi Feng, experienced and observant, abruptly stopped, channeling his magical power forward to counter the fiery cloud. “Be careful, everyone! This is the Grand Unity Fiery Light!” he shouted, warning his companions.
The fiery light surged towards them like a raging river, its power immense. The immortal at the forefront was caught in its path. His protective aura shattered, his skin ripped apart. He cried out in pain and hastily retreated. But the fiery light was fast, catching up to them in an instant. It swept over them, leaving a trail of blood and gore in its wake.
Feng Chiyue was also surprised. She had just been testing it out. This technique was something Ming Jian Su had forced her to learn, stolen from somewhere unknown. She hadn’t expected it to be so powerful. She blinked, not restraining her power, but instead, unleashing it further. The fiery cloud expanded, spanning over a hundred feet.
The immortals, initially confident, were now panicking. They had to deal with both Undefeated, which darted around unpredictably, and the devastating fiery light. After several of their companions were killed or injured, Bi Feng finally found an opportunity to approach Feng Chiyue.
He roared, hurling a short spear towards her. The spear gleamed silver, its flight accompanied by a rumbling sound, carrying immense force as it hurtled towards its target.
Feng Chiyue, focused on chasing the other immortals with the fiery light, didn’t even turn to look at the spear. Her eyelid twitched, and a red mark appeared on her forehead, transforming into a crimson sword light.
The sword light clashed with the spear, producing a grating sound. The silver light on the spear shattered, sliced apart by the sword light, leaving nothing behind. Bi Feng watched in horror, his heart pounding.
How did Feng Chiyue have another sword?
Having suffered repeated setbacks, Bi Feng lost all his fighting spirit. He didn’t dare stay any longer. He channeled his magical power and prepared to flee, shouting as he flew, “Fellow Daoist, deactivate Heaven in a Pot!” But his cry received no response. There were still about ten immortals left, but the one who controlled Heaven in a Pot was gone, obliterated without a trace.
A mocking smile appeared on Feng Chiyue’s lips. She squinted at the Grand Unity Fiery Light, like a child who had just discovered a new toy, playing with it gleefully. The golden-red light darted around erratically, its fiery energy filling the air. Bi Feng and the others, who had been so smug before, were now forced to flee in all directions, their dignity shattered.
Left and right, the fiery light attacked relentlessly. It tore through their protective auras and even their flesh and blood, leaving them pale and wounded. They saw a chilling indifference and cruelty in Feng Chiyue’s eyes.
Bi Feng cursed, and a look of desperation appeared in his eyes. He stopped running and roared, his body engulfed in a crimson light, like a blood shadow! A high-pitched cry pierced the sky, and a Bifang image materialized behind him.
But before it could even reach the raging fiery light, the Bifang image let out a shrill scream. A sword light descended from above, slicing it in half. The accumulated magical power dissipated before it could even be unleashed, scattered like dust in the wind.
The remaining immortals looked up, their gazes fixed not on Undefeated, but on the pale hand gripping its hilt. Their eyes slowly traveled up the arm, and they saw a female immortal dressed in a blue Daoist robe, wearing a lotus crown. A light blue cape fluttered gently in the wind. Her eyes were cold, as if looking at insignificant ants.
It was Ming Jian Su, the East Abode Master!
Wasn’t she dead? Hadn’t they said there was no trace of her on the battlefield? Why was she here now?
Silence descended upon the world.
After a moment, a mocking voice rang out.
“My dear Elder Sister, if you had been any later, I wouldn’t even need to bury the bodies.”
Ming Jian Su stiffened, feeling a surge of nervousness. She knew that upon returning to the Heavenly Court, the most difficult hurdle would be Feng Chiyue.
That sarcastic tone… as expected of her junior sister, always true to her nature.
“There won’t be any bodies,” Ming Jian Su said.
Most of these feathered immortals were from Danxue Mountain: Vermilion Birds, Bifangs, Swan Geese… To avoid future trouble, she needed to erase all traces. Heaven in a Pot… good, they had dug their own graves. If she hadn’t mastered the “Heaven and Man as One” technique of the Heavenly Dao Sword Stance, if Undefeated wasn’t connected to her and also present here, she wouldn’t have been able to break through Heaven in a Pot.
Without waiting for Feng Chiyue to speak, Ming Jian Su swung Undefeated. “Heaven and Earth Return to Origin” swept forward, and everything in its path vanished instantly. Not even their robes or Qiankun bags remained, let alone their flesh and bones. Everything was obliterated by the terrifying sword intent, leaving no trace behind.
There was no sarcasm, no praise. Only silence behind her. Ming Jian Su bit her lip, preparing herself mentally before turning around. “Junior Sister,” she called out.
Feng Chiyue ignored her. She was playing with a jade pot, the artifact that controlled Heaven in a Pot, which she had snatched from an unknown feathered immortal. When Ming Jian Su reached her, she tossed the jade pot to her and stared at her silently.
“I-I didn’t mean to stay away for so long,” Ming Jian Su stammered, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a lie, putting in as much effort as she did when practicing her swordsmanship. She summoned Eternal Calamity, the sword she had accidentally obtained, and her words flowed more smoothly.
After all, eighty percent of it was true. As for the rest, it was just embellishment and omission. Could that be considered lying? “I accidentally fell into a crevice on the battlefield and received a fortuitous encounter. That’s where I found this sword. The inheritance within the sword–” Before she could finish, a sharp clang interrupted her. Undefeated had struck Eternal Calamity. The two swords clashed, sparks flying.
Ming Jian Su: “…”
Feng Chiyue grabbed Undefeated, a smile playing on her lips. “The Dao begets one, one begets two, two begets three… who said that, Elder Sister? You’ll have thousands upon thousands of swords in the future. What’s so special about this one?” At her words, Undefeated trembled, and Ming Jian Su, as its master, could sense its “sadness.” Before ascending, she would have comforted her precious sword, but now, she could barely handle Feng Chiyue. She muttered a few perfunctory words and stored both swords in her Purple Mansion.
“Junior Sister, are you angry?” she asked cautiously.
Feng Chiyue glanced at her and said nonchalantly, “Why would I be angry? I wouldn’t waste my energy on someone who’s already dead.”
Ming Jian Su, who was supposedly dead: “…” No, she couldn’t keep giving in. Wasn’t it both their fault that she had run away? If Feng Chiyue hadn’t angered her, would she have acted so impulsively? Besides, her junior sister hadn’t apologized yet! And she had lied too! Couldn’t they just call it even, considering how much she had suffered?
By the time Ming Jian Su emerged from her internal turmoil, night had fallen, and Feng Chiyue was gone.
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