Chapter 632: The Sword of Obliteration, the Sword of Severance, the Sword of Termination, and the Sword of Interception

"I just wanted to come check if you'd rested or not."

Chi Jiuyu said as she slowly edged her way in.

Bie Xuening said nothing, simply watching her.

"Right, tomorrow I plan to spar with Little Zhao, but the 'Sword of Obliteration' I learned from Martial Uncle is a bit overpowered." She said with perfect seriousness, "I'm afraid I might accidentally cause problems for Little Zhao, so I wanted to ask Master or Martial Uncle for some help."

"No problem. Just let me know when you're ready to start tomorrow." Xu Xing said directly.

Seeing Xu Xing agree so readily, Chi Jiuyu felt a twinge of suspicion in her heart.

She had a feeling that tonight's Martial Uncle was unusually easy to talk to.

"The matter's been said. If there's nothing else, go back." Bie Xuening said flatly.

"Since I'm already here, I also wanted to ask Master something on the way…" Chi Jiuyu said softly.

"You want to ask what happened after you all got drunk that night."

As if such a little scheme could slip past her.

"…Master is wise."

"Regarding this, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

The calm voice reached her ears, making Chi Jiuyu's heart give a sudden 'thump' and grow uneasy.

"Master, could you perhaps be just a tiny bit more specific…"

Vaguely, she had already guessed at some possibilities, but still wanted to confirm once more.

Bie Xuening couldn't be bothered to say more and directly forwarded the video Yue Ling had recorded that day to her.

Ding-dong~!

Chi Jiuyu hurriedly took out her phone and tapped it open.

"Hah! Behold this sect's treasure!"

The voice echoed across the training ground as she stared dumbly at the image of herself on screen, gnawing on a spiritual energy transmission line, scrambling across the surrounding walls and ceiling on all fours.

Wall dust and bits of brick rained down, some landing right on Zhao Ruohan's face, which she chewed up and swallowed.

Little Zhao's teeth really are something.

Such a thought popped into her head.

In the end, the footage came to an abrupt halt amid a beam of intense light that burst from her eyes.

Chi Jiuyu: "…"

Sure enough, it was her.

The dust on Little Zhao's face was also because of her.

Good thing she snuck over tonight to ask.

Three sentences surfaced in her mind in succession.

She immediately selected that video, ready to delete it.

But just as she was about to tap, it was as if she thought of something; she exited the chat app and put her phone away.

"Master, Martial Uncle, rest early. This disciple takes her leave."

Saying so, she retreated out.

Originally she had wanted to just delete the video, but then thought she could clip out the segment of Little Zhao eating wall dust and keep it, so she planned to find time later to finish editing before deleting.

As for the full version of the video…

The one in Master's hands couldn't be helped—she hadn't been able to convince her last time.

But the copy in her own hands absolutely, positively would never be seen by a second person!

"This unfilial disciple…"

Every single day, her little schemes just keep piling up.

"Wonder when she'll ever become normal."

Hearing Bie Xuening's words, Xu Xing smiled.

If she became 'normal', would she still be Jiuyu?

"If she can stay this carefree forever, it wouldn't be a bad thing either."

Xu Xing looked ahead.

Given Jiuyu's temperament, at most by tomorrow she'll have forgotten all about this.

"How does Martial Brother view this sparring between the two of them?" Bie Xuening suddenly asked.

Xu Xing didn't answer, but instead asked back: "What does Senior Sister think?"

"Naturally, I trust that unfilial disciple."

Mischievous as she is, the 'Number One Prodigy of All Heavens and Myriad Realms' she keeps on her lips really doesn't have a single drop of exaggeration.

……

……

The next day, noon.

After a night of adjustment, Chi Jiuyu and Zhao Ruohan notified Xu Xing as agreed.

Then, within the specially unfolded spatial domain, they began their second sparring match.

Since there was no need for any reservations, both of them went all-out this time, every move a lethal one.

As one of the Dao Children of this generation of the Grand Supreme Dao Sect, Zhao Ruohan was proficient in all the wondrous methods of the Grand Supreme Dao Sect.

And Chi Jiuyu, as a Sword Sect prodigy, used the "Slaying Annihilation Sword Canon" as her foundation, cultivating the various divine abilities of the "Grand Void Sword Canon."

Zhao Ruohan evolved myriad dharmas; Chi Jiuyu shattered ten thousand dharmas with a single sword.

Thus, in the earliest stage the two were almost evenly matched, neither able to do anything to the other.

It was not until Zhao Ruohan began to unleash the Wan Qing Yuan Mu Supreme Immortal Light.

Unlike Zhao Ruoming, from the very moment she began cultivating she had been mastering and growing familiar with her innate divine ability, and her use and understanding of it surpassed even Zhao Ruoming's.

The instant she unleashed it, immortal light surged mightily, sweeping across the six directions, and Chi Jiuyu was instantly pushed onto the back foot.

Fortunately, she was not without her trump card either — the 'Four Symbols Annihilation Sword Wheel', which she had created by observing the evolution of a grotto-heaven through the *Yu Shen Fa*, and had gradually perfected over this period, was enough to contend with Zhao Ruohan's innate divine ability.

By the latter half of this sparring session, both of them had sustained injuries of varying degrees.

Within the grey, hazy space.

Zhao Ruohan stood ramrod straight, her eyes flashing with divine radiance, her black hair flying freely.

Around her swirled the vast immortal light, suffused with profound and arcane runes, in hues of blue and grey-green.

Her robe was soaked through with fresh blood, several sword wounds had pierced clean through her body, her right hand was gone, and the dripping blood had not even hit the ground before it dissolved into wisps of grey mist.

Boundless magic power churned within her, an endless, inexhaustible surge, showing not the slightest sign of drying up.

Moreover, under the glow of the mysterious light, her wounds had begun to slowly heal, the sword intent lingering at the wound edges being ground away bit by bit.

Opposite her.

Chi Jiuyu was gripping her sword, a chilling sword intent shooting skyward.

She was dressed in black close-fitting clothes today; her injuries were not as horrifying as Zhao Ruohan's, but they were somewhat bizarre.

One could see slender, tender little branches taking root in her flesh, growing slowly.

As if using her entire body as nourishment, ceaselessly draining her vitality.

Her originally taut, supple skin had become wrinkled, her once-bright eyes had grown cloudy, while the branches at her forehead, the back of her neck, the backs of her hands, and all over her body grew ever more luxuriant.

Judging by the present situation, Chi Jiuyu had fallen on the back foot.

"Honestly, you're way too tanky."

Little Zhao is probably running a full 'tank build', right?

You're a law cultivator, yet you're even more 'tanky' than those brute body cultivators!

Is this reasonable!

Chi Jiuyu grumbled inwardly, then, skin and all, ripped a still-growing branch from the back of her hand, baring her teeth with a hiss.

One could see its root system, like a living thing, burrowed deep into her flesh, ceaselessly writhing.

It was only because her foundation was the *Slayer Annihilation Sword Canon*, and her magic power was special.

If it were any ordinary Soul Transformation cultivator, they would have long since been drained dry by these branches!

"Little Zhao, your style doesn't really look like the orthodox path, you know!"

"If this is all you have, I'm afraid you're going to lose to me today." Zhao Ruohan's voice was very calm.

But Chi Jiuyu could still sense, from her tone, a hint of excitement suppressed to an extreme depth.

"It's not that simple."

She was the foremost prodigy of all the myriad heavens and worlds!

The long sword in Chi Jiuyu's hand slowly rose, and a heart-palpitating white glow lit up along the blade's edge.

"If you can block this next sword strike, then I'll count this one as your win."

As the words fell, the color of the white glow on the sword body began to deepen rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it became as bright as a blazing fire!