Chapter 59: “Logging in at Wung Spirit Valley – Divine Weapon!”
Glaring at the retreating figure of Hansu Zhenren, Bai Yunqing’s face twisted in fury.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he beca. With a clenched fist, he crushed the spirit stone into powder and muttered darkly, “This isn’t over. Mark my words!”
He had been tempted to strike then and there, to clash with Hansu Zhenren in a titanic battle. But this was Burning Heaven Valley—his base of operations, his treasure trove. A battle of such magnitude would have left the valley in ruins, no matter the outco.
Moreover, Tianyong City was one of the Four Great Immortal Sects, standing alongside Shushan, Zhu Xian Sect, and Changliu Mountain. Its influence was vast and its might unmatched, making open conflict an unwise choice.
But the most terrifying aspect of Tianyong City wasn’t Hansu Zhenren—it was the enigmatic, unparalleled sword immortal behind him, Ziyin Zhenren. Known as the greatest swordmaster in all of existence, Ziyin’s reputation alone could shake the heavens.
“Master.”
Luo Yan, Bai Yunqing’s favored disciple, knelt at his side. The dark, ominous expression on her master’s face made her too frightened to look up.
“Yan’er, you’re the only one I have left now,” Bai Yunqing said solemnly. “Rember today’s humiliation. One day, we will make them pay for trampling on our dignity—with blood.”
“Your disciple will rember your teachings,” Luo Yan replied, her beautiful eyes flashing with determination.
In the world of cultivation, strength ruled supre. Even titans like Burning Heaven Valley and cultivators as powerful as Bai Yunqing had no choice but to bow their heads before mightier forces, enduring disgrace until the day they could retaliate.
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anwhile, in the vast lands of the Divine Continent, Wung Spirit Valley basked under a clear blue sky.
A brilliant rainbow streaked across the heavens before descending into a dense forest ten miles from the valley.
“At last, Wung Spirit Valley,” muttered Xiao Yu as he stood among the lush greenery. The vibrant forest, teeming with life, was a testant to the valley’s abundant spiritual energy.
Wung Spirit Valley was divided into two areas: the Inner Valley and the Outer Valley.
The Inner Valley, a secluded village, was ho to the indigenous people who worshipped the goddess Nuwa. For generations, they had safeguarded the Fenshen Sword, one of the Seven Fiendish Swords of Longyuan, ensuring that its malevolent energy never wreaked havoc upon the mortal world.
[Longyuan Seven Fiendish Swords (龙渊七凶剑): A set of legendary swords with unique elental properties and formidable powers.]
[Nuwa (女娲): A revered goddess in Chinese mythology, often associated with creation and protection.]
The village was protected by a powerful array, isolating it from the outside world and rendering it inaccessible to outsiders.
Everything beyond the Inner Valley was considered the Outer Valley. Spanning over eight hundred li, this vast expanse encompassed mountains, rivers, plains, and hills—an ideal place for exploration.
“Ti to log in,” Xiao Yu commanded.
Ding!
“Host has successfully logged in at Wung Spirit Valley. Reward: Huangmie Sword!”
[Huangmie Sword (煌灭剑): One of the Seven Fiendish Swords of Longyuan, each representing an elental principle: tal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Yin, and Yang. The Huangmie Sword embodies the principle of extre Yang, symbolizing light and destruction. As its na suggests, it is a divine weapon of justice, eradicating darkness and pursuing radiance.]
“The Huangmie Sword!” Xiao Yu exclaid, his excitent evident. “This journey to Wung Spirit Valley was worth it!”
The Huangmie Sword was one of the Seven Fiendish Swords, legendary artifacts shrouded in mystery.
Though the na Longyuan Seven Fiendish Swords was unfamiliar to many, its reputation preceded it. The tribe of Longyuan had been banished from the human realm by the great god Fuxi millennia ago, leaving only sparse traces of their legacy.
Among the swords, the Fenshen Sword was infamous and feared. But unlike Fenshen, the Huangmie Sword lacked its corrupting malevolence. It posed no risk to its wielder’s sanity and carried none of the perilous backlash associated with fiendish artifacts.
[Fenshen Sword (焚寂剑): Perhaps the most infamous of the seven swords, known for its malevolent energy and the havoc it wreaks on its wielder’s sanity.]
On the contrary, the Huangmie Sword’s aura of light and destruction made it a prized weapon among righteous cultivators.
Clang!
A dragon’s roar echoed as Xiao Yu unsheathed the Huangmie Sword.
The weapon glead with a radiant brilliance, its golden hues shimring like molten sunlight. In Xiao Yu’s hand, it exuded a divine majesty. As its light pierced the heavens, it sent tremors through the land, filling the air with the resonance of tigers roaring and dragons singing.
“Truly a divine weapon!” Xiao Yu marveled, thoroughly impressed by the sword’s splendor.
Like the Fenshen Sword, the Huangmie Sword was a divine artifact—a shenbing, unmatched in power and beauty.
“Let’s seal the bond.”
Xiao Yu pricked his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the blade. Instantly, the Huangmie Sword absorbed the blood, creating an unbreakable bond.
Through the blood pact, the Huangmie Sword beca an extension of Xiao Yu’s being, seamlessly responding to his thoughts. No longer confined to his storage bag, it could be summoned at will, and its sentient nature ensured that even if stolen, it would always find its way back to him.
“Well, ti to gather so herbs,” Xiao Yu murmured with a satisfied smile, storing the sword within his body.
Just as he prepared to begin his search, a graceful figure descended before him.
“May I ask who you are, fellow cultivator?”
The speaker was an elegant woman, her mature beauty accentuated by her composed deanor. Dressed in flowing robes and wielding a staff, she bore the air of a witch—a striking presence amid the tranquil forest.
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