Chapter 73: The Formidable Demoness
Old Chen spoke in hushed tones, eyes cast downward, "A swordmaster unparalleled through ti, rising above the world's dust. Mortals like us can only gaze in admiration. Ahead, the zenith of the immortal path is unseen; behind, no trace of those who ventured before. Only now does the sword's aura dominate across the epochs."
As he spoke, sweat beaded on his brow, and he discarded the black sword.
Qing Mu's eyes widened in disbelief. Had his master not tossed the sword, he might've taken those words to heart. Now, however, it looked as though his master was overwheld with a desperate urge to survive. It dawned on Qing Mu swiftly: This must be the sa immortal who once left his master torn between life and death, the re sight of a sword making him sick to his stomach. She had returned, sending shockwaves of fear through his master.
Wang Xuan, clearly irritated, turned to his old colleague. "Old Chen, what's with the theatrics? You've spoken every thought I had!"
He chided, "Stay composed, Old Chen. Refrain from speaking out of turn."
But Old Chen paid him no mind. Hastily, he kicked the black sword out of sight and took a deep breath. The last encounter, as brutal as it was, left him with imnse psychological scars. However, observing today's scenario, it seed the female swordmaster had shown restraint, venting on him and Wang Xuan but stopping short of delivering a fatal blow.
Had she not held back, both he and Wang might not be here now. They would likely have been reduced to re slivers of flesh. At best, they would've been forcibly removed from this Inner Landscape, potentially maid. Deep within this Inner Landscape, the female sword immortal’s moon-white gown billowed around her. She exuded an ethereal aura, untouched by worldly impurities. She gracefully landed, drawing ever closer to the grand curtain before her.
Wang Xuan, Old Chen, and Qing Mu all fell silent, tension palpable as they fixed their gazes ahead. To them, the woman in red was an enigma, exuding an intimidating aura. Despite the misty rain blurring their vision, her graceful silhouette was apparent. Her stunning red attire, along with eyes that seed to enchant the mortal realm, made it clear: she was a seductive yet potentially terrifying immortal. If her pet had ascended to immortality and withstood celestial thunderstorms. What might she be capable of? The thought was chilling.
Deep within this Inner Landscape, a plethora of mystery factors began to fall. Their origin was unknown, and in the absence of anyone channeling magic, these substances descended automatically. Beyond the curtain, the scenery of the southern river towns remained. The woman in red, wearing a subtle smile, approached. Startlingly, she reached out, seemingly trying to touch the face of the female sword immortal.
Though separated by the luminous barrier, this unexpected gesture was unnerving. The woman's deanor was sowhat flirtatious, her red oiled-paper umbrella complenting her coquettish movents.
Swoosh!
The female sword immortal remained still, her dainty feet firmly on the ground, but the gleaming sword in her hand shone brightly, thrusting forward like a cascade of stars. With a loud boom, the entire Inner Landscape quivered. mystery factors surged, the luminous curtain rippled like water, yet it remained intact. The gleaming silver blade of the female sword immortal clashed against the snowy palm of the woman in red through the curtain, causing the realm to tremble.
The woman in red, holding her oiled-paper umbrella against the drizzling rain, remained poised. She retracted her outstretched palm and gracefully brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyes twinkled with amusent as she spoke. Her voice was lodious, but the words were indecipherable to Wang Xuan.
Old Chen furrowed his brows, remarking, "It's an ancient dialect from the southern river regions, dating back two to three millennia."
Qing Mu was not surprised at Old Chen's knowledge. Old Chen often delved into ancient studies in his spare ti and had a vast reservoir of understanding. The woman in red spoke with a soft, llifluous voice. Though Wang Xuan couldn't comprehend the words, he found them enchanting. It was the soft lilt of a Wu dialect from over two millennia ago.
"She's essentially saying, 'Little girl, have you heard tales of ? Quite arrogant, aren't you?'" Old Chen translated in a whisper, fearing any impropriety might earn them retribution.
Wang Xuan was taken aback. This red-clad woman clearly had a significant history. To address such an ethereal being as the female swordmaster so casually, even calling her "little girl
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