Chapter 1109: Sword Son, Your Life Is None of My Concern

In the fierce, tragic starry battlefield, the wreckage of warships and fighters lay everywhere, burning with flames and bluish smoke, burning in the vacuum, the four directions of the star river all shattered, even meteorites ground into fine powder.

Spatial cracks were everywhere, unable to heal for a long time.

In this broken battlefield, a youth in blue sat cross-legged with a calm expression, a chipped flying sword placed before him, as well as a severed arm covered entirely in a bloody crimson glow, retrieved from the starry sky.

Jiang Ding gazed at this severed arm.

Generally speaking, cultivators, especially high-level cultivators, once their Dharma body was pierced by an enemy's Dharma treasure, would die instantly, their flesh and blood reduced to powder; the physiques of pure Dharma cultivators and sword cultivators were far too fragile.

This time's situation was somewhat special.

That clump of withered flesh and blood, fighting to the end, likewise ran out of strength and magic power; in the end, Jiang Ding severed his own right arm to survive, proactively cutting it off before the opponent's attack arrived to avoid the terrifying Blood Dao order power from spreading to his body.

Now, over ninety percent of this severed arm's cells were shattered, having lost all vitality, and within lurked a vicious curse, a divine soul trap — once reattached to the body, the divine soul would instantly fall into depravity, becoming a puppet avatar of a great blood Dao being.

Clang!

Jiang Ding flicked out sword qi after sword qi, sealing this severed arm to prevent the injury from worsening further, then bringing it back to the immortal sect for treatment.

As for why not letting Hei, or Dayang Dayang Tianchi handle it…

A trace of gloominess appeared on Jiang Ding's face.

"Hei, since that old thing has already been defeated, why not finish him off?"

"At the very least, he shouldn't have been allowed to escape!"

"Their escape will bring me enormous trouble, will leak my existence to the upper realm!"

"Although it may not necessarily be leaked, and may not necessarily draw the attention of that terrifying immortal Dao faction, the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm, in the upper realm, this danger has already appeared!"

There was anger in his tone, even a trace of killing intent, but it was controlled.

Moreover, right now, Hei still refused to treat his injuries, needless to say.

This was fine; he had never fully trusted the other party to begin with.

"Sword Son, I have not yet confirmed whether your battle has ended."

Hei's voice was calm from beginning to end, not changing at all because of the Dayang Sword Son's accusation: "In battles below Refinement Void, I will not participate; this is the command given to me by successive generations of Sword Masters."

"Successive generations of Sword Masters are neither kin nor acquaintance of yours, they don't even know you, naturally they would not have any emotional fluctuation whether you die or don't die, they might even cheer, watching the show with great interest."

"As for letting that blood Dao great being's avatar escape, thereby drawing the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm's attention to you."

"This is what successive generations of Sword Masters were willing to see."

"They hope you remain mired in an endless stream of troubles

within, dying within such troubles, or transcending them."

"Please remember, Sword Pavilion inheritance is my duty, your life is not."

"The only battle I can fight for you is, when a Refinement Void cultivator directly attacks you, taking you and fleeing; beyond this, there is nothing more."

"Your life, please attend to it yourself."

His voice was cold and calm, stating one icy law of the Dayang Sword Pavilion after another.

"……I see."

"It was I who was attached to appearances, unconsciously treating the Dayang Sword Pavilion as the immortal sect; it was my fault, please forgive me."

The anger in Jiang Ding's heart gradually subsided, and he bowed slightly in apology.

The Dayang Sword Pavilion, even within Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, was renowned for its coldness and heartlessness; he had unconsciously developed a trace of home-like sense of belonging toward it, which truly should not have been.

The Dayang inheritance,

was not equivalent to the Dayang Sword Son's life.

Jiang Ding could be quite certain that within this Minor Thousand World, even within the Nine Spirit Domain, there were Dayang Sword Pavilion inheritances hidden, personally arranged by the seemingly very respectful Sword Pavilion inheritance envoy before him, the kind possessing Dayang flying swords.

These hidden inheritances were like seeds, lying in ambush, waiting, until the external environment became suitable, the situation chaotic and an opportunity appeared, waiting for the last generation of Dayang Sword Son to die, then they would break through the soil, reshaping the Dayang Sword Pavilion's inheritance, not placing the inheritance entirely on a single person.

Hei maintained his respectful posture, not answering anything.

He did not care whether the Dayang Sword Son had feelings for the Dayang Sword Pavilion.

The Dayang Sword Son was the Dayang Sword Pavilion itself.

Beyond this, all disciples and elders were minor branches, all could be killed, all could be abandoned, not important.

A person could not possibly have no feelings for himself, and even less could betray himself.

"Let's not talk about this anymore."

"Hei, you said the battle isn't over yet?"

Jiang Ding looked toward the distant starry sky beyond, and said lightly: "I think your judgment is wrong; below Quasi-Emperor, there is no battle, even for me who is heavily injured now."

……

In the distant starry sky.

Chong Chong Guang Zi's hand rested on his sword hilt, his gaze fervent, yet his face showed a struggling expression.

Far away, what had now appeared?

The contemporary Dayang had fallen into a situation of heavy injury and near death!

Although he still appeared to have an intact form, he was absolutely heavily injured and near death — that was a Dharma treasure of a Refinement Void avatar, brushing against it meant death, touching it meant demise, let alone having his right arm severed!

Such an injury without immediate death was already a miracle; it was hard to say what combat strength could still be preserved.

"Go, Chong Chong Guang Zi!"

The moment the situation became clear, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun

transformed into a streak of Jin Chong Guang and fled toward the Minor Thousand World, unable to wait.

"Could it be that you don't even dare to make this small a decision?"

"What in this world has no danger when done? Now must already be a once-in-eternity opportunity; there will never be another!"

After flying for a while, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's figure paused, he looked back at Chong Chong Guang Zi, very puzzled, and urged him repeatedly.

Chong Chong Guang Zi remained in place, motionless.

"Fool!"

"You lost all your courage just because you failed one battle?!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, furious that he could not forge steel from iron, scolded angrily: "No wonder you failed. Such cowardice, such shame. Do you think you are a true immortal noble, that you need not fight for anything and that pies will fall from the sky?"

"You deserve to be defeated!"

"Do you not wish to regain the crown of the Master Shuoyang Sword Disciple once more?"

"Damn it..."

He was somewhat flustered and angry, cursing continuously, yet his heart grew increasingly suspicious, causing him to halt his solo advance.

Chong Chong Guang Zi remained unmoved.

His face cold, he finally made a firm decision and released his grip on the sword hilt.

"You..."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun was furious.

"Haha!"

"Master Canghai, that is not the Master Shuoyang Crown."

Xi Ping'an smiled: "Only by defeating the Master Shuoyang Sword Disciple at his peak, and being a sword cultivator of the same realm, can one possess the Master Shuoyang Crown. Now, if you kill Jiang Ding Zi, who is heavily injured and near death, you will gain nothing."

"Of course, Hei will not stop you either."

"Even if you gain nothing, your sword heart and sword art will not break through because of it; it is a matter of absolutely no benefit, hmm, except to vent your anger."

"Master Canghai, if you wish to go, go yourself. I guarantee you that Jiang Ding Zi is definitely heavily injured and near death, with only one percent of his strength remaining."

"In the end, if you conquer this Minor Thousand World, everything will belong to you. The Northern Origin Family will surely revive once more, and the Golden Bloodline will be glorious again."

He guided him step by step, subtly inciting him without leaving a trace.

"Enough, enough..."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun sighed.

He wore an expression of having missed a golden opportunity and being unable to forge steel from iron, yet he himself refused to move a single step.