lcionline Chapter 199 Sword Heart
Chapter 199 Sword Heart
“Okay,” Song Huai’an agreed.
"I have no problem either," Xie Wanning nodded nonchalantly.
The outcome of the contest between a Golden Core cultivator and a Nascent Soul cultivator was obvious. Xie Wanning had long been prepared to lose, but then she heard Yan Ze's cold voice.
"Qingyun Sect is a major sect of immortal cultivation and does not allow the appearance of demonic creatures. Xie Wanning, the demonic Crimson Flame Bird on your shoulder should have been killed, but considering your status as my eldest disciple, I can allow its existence. However, once you are no longer my eldest disciple, this Crimson Flame Bird will be no different from an ordinary demonic creature."
The implication is that if Xie Wanning loses the match, the Crimson Flame Bird will die.
Xie Wanning, who had been nonchalant, froze on the spot, staring at Yan Ze in disbelief.
Wasn't Yan Ze the one who caused the Crimson Flame Bird's demonic transformation? Why would he threaten her with the Crimson Flame Bird's life? Xie Wan Ning knew that now that she had lost her cultivation, she wouldn't win against Song Huai An, and the Crimson Flame Bird would surely die.
"Xie Wanning, do you understand?" Yan Ze's eyes were cold, and a pressure instantly descended. Xie Wanning knelt on the ground in an instant, blood gushing from the corner of her mouth. Yan Ze took the Crimson Flame Bird away with his spiritual power, and without regard for the bird's reaction, he directly stunned it.
"Little Red!" Xie Wanning reached out, but grasped nothing. Yan Ze sat in his chair, looking down at Xie Wanning with an irresistible aura of power.
"Disciple obeys." Xie Wanning said unwillingly, lowering her head to bury the emotions in her eyes. Severely oppressed by the aura surrounding her, Xie Wanning trembled in pain. Yet she bit her lip tightly, trying not to faint.
Yan Ze nodded in satisfaction and said, "Your match with Song Huai'an will take place at Qingyun Square in three hours."
"Yes," Song Huai'an replied.
Xie Wanning managed to squeeze out a "yes," and only then did the oppressive feeling on her shoulders lessen by half.
After Yan Ze left, she struggled to her feet and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She tried to walk away, but her whole body ached as if it were falling apart, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Senior Sister, are you alright?" Jiang Ci stepped forward and handed her a Grade 7 Recovery Pill. Xie Wanning thanked him weakly and accepted the pill. After taking the pill, the pain throughout her body lessened, and she was able to walk again.
Jiang Ci helped Xie Wan Ning up, and just as the two were about to leave, Song Huai An's voice rang out from behind them.
"Xie Wanning, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for Master to punish you," Song Huai'an said with shame. He had just seen Xie Wanning kneel on the ground under Yan Ze's oppressive aura. He recalled that in his previous life, Xie Wanning had also been forced to kneel by Yan Ze's oppressive aura and fainted several times. At that time, he only thought it was retribution for Xie Wanning's actions against Ye Qianqian. But this time, Xie Wanning was forced to kneel simply to seek justice for her magical beast, and it seemed that Master had gone a bit too far.
Unexpectedly, Xie Wanning turned around and said calmly, "It's alright, it's not your fault."
She wasn't surprised by Yan Ze's behavior; she just felt that this kind of thing seemed to have happened many times before. Even if she couldn't remember exactly, she had become accustomed to this constant and unrestrained pressure.
Jiang Ci glanced at her with heartache, remembering how his senior sister in his past life had also been bullied in the same way. But where was he then? In this life, he would do everything in his power to help his senior sister.
Three hours later, at Qingyun Square.
Many disciples from other peaks came here, eager to see who could become the top disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
"I think the winner will definitely be Senior Brother Song."
"Of course, he is a powerful expert in the Nascent Soul stage."
"Senior Brother Song is the strongest."
……
"Xie Wanning, we can begin."
"Okay." Xie Wanning coughed.
The competition was intense and brutal.
The Nascent Soul stage is two stages higher than the Golden Core stage. Even if Xie Wanning used all her skills, the difference in cultivation was still too great. In addition, Song Huai'an's innate sword body, surrounded by hundreds of swords, meant that every attack from Song Huai'an could take her life.
Xie Wanning was unable to withstand Song Huai'an's flying sword and was covered in wounds, but she held onto the Luoze sword to support herself and refused to surrender.
With a heavy heart, Song Huai'an unleashed hundreds of swords that flew towards Xie Wanning.
One sword, two swords... ten swords pierced Xie Wanning's body, leaving bloody wounds. Xie Wanning's vision blurred, and she knelt on the ground, still not surrendering.
"Xie Wanning, give up. If you don't surrender, you'll die." Song Huai'an landed on the ground, walked towards Xie Wanning, and sighed.
The position of senior disciple was certainly important, but he didn't want to kill Xie Wanning, after all, he had already done it once. Let bygones be bygones in this life; he didn't want to be the executioner of his past life.
“But Little Red is still waiting for me.” Xie Wanning stood up unsteadily. She weakly raised the Luo Ze sword, but Song Huai’an swung the Golden Cloud sword in his hand, and the Luo Ze sword was knocked away and landed with a “clang”. More than a dozen swords surrounded the Luo Ze sword, making it unable to move.
"You've lost." Song Huai'an placed his sword against Xie Wanning's neck, the blade flashing with a cold light, devoid of any warmth.
Xie Wanning felt the cold blade; the chill on her neck told her that Song Huai'an could kill her with a single stroke.
On the high platform, the Crimson Flame Bird was imprisoned in a cage, struggling incessantly but only ending up covered in wounds.
Xie Wanning felt a chill run through her body. All her hopes were shattered. Was she doomed to achieve nothing without the power of the phoenix and her cultivation? She was about to cause the Crimson Flame Bird to suffer again.
No, this is not the outcome she wanted.
Xie Wanning grabbed the Golden Cloud Sword, the blade slicing through her palm. With a powerful leap, she moved away from Song Huai'an.
“Your sword is gone. This was a swordsmanship contest, and you have lost,” Song Huai’an said coldly, pointing his sword at Xie Wan Ning once again.
Xie Wanning looked at her palms, which were empty.
She truly no longer has a sword; a swordsman without a sword is no swordsman.
She needs a sword, a sword that can cleave the heavens and the earth!
"Freeze!"
An ice sword appeared in her hand, and Xie Wanning looked calmly at Song Huai'an: "I have a sword, you are ready to fight."
“Of course.” Song Huai’an’s brows relaxed, and he suddenly found it interesting.
With a hundred swords protecting him and the Golden Cloud in hand, Song Huai'an could command all the swords in the world, and no one could defeat him.
"Here comes the sword."
The sword flew high, blotting out the sky, heading towards Xie Wanning with unparalleled power.
Snowflakes swirled around Xie Wanning, billowing her white robes, while the bloodstains on her garments resembled blooming plum blossoms, defying the wind and snow.
"Break the ice!"
The ice sword in his hand exuded a chilling aura and contained profound spiritual power.
Xie Wanning's light blue eyes gleamed with a cold light. Alone and without any support, she desperately searched for a way to survive, only to be covered in cold and frostbite.
Let her sword cut through all the predicaments.
This body is the sword; without the sword, there is no self. With one sword, I can cut through all the snow of my life!
"Ice crack!"
A massive blade flew out, shattering the sword in Xie Wanning's hand, and then slashed towards Song Huai'an.
With an overwhelming momentum, like an emperor who commands the world, no one dares to confront it; all they can feel is a bone-chilling cold.
This sword is unmatched, and no one can defeat it.
"boom!"
The entire square was shattered, and Song Huai'an, unable to withstand the sword blade, eventually fell unconscious.
The Luo Ze sword flew back to Xie Wan Ning's hand. As soon as it touched Xie Wan Ning, ice formed all over the Luo Ze sword, and the silver-white blade turned into a crystal-clear light blue. At the hilt, bright red plum blossoms appeared.
The sword was as cold as a glacier, radiating a chilling aura.
"Loze".
"I'm here." Luo Zejian trembled slightly, uttering a weak voice.
Xie Wanning finally found her own sword heart and bestowed upon Luoze Sword a sword soul, thus giving birth to the sword spirit.
Xie Wanning's gaze fell upon the high platform. Yan Ze glared at her, but had no choice but to release the Crimson Flame Bird from its cage.
Xie Wanning gripped the sword tightly in her hand. She would use this sword to protect the people she loved and to live on.
This sword is named "Luo Ze"; this sword is named "Hu Cun".
The Luo River surges with the sword's power, and the frost-covered marshland exudes the sword's aura.
Protecting the path, the sword gleams coldly; with unwavering resolve and a heart set on reaching the heavens.
Xie Wanning sheathed her sword, and in that moment of relaxation, she could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
"Sister Wan Ning!"