Chapter 469: Sword Spirit Assists as the Battle Tightens

Even for someone as composed as Lingxiang, facing such a sudden change, she did not know how to react for a moment.

However, it was fortunate that it was Lingxiang; even without knowing what had happened, she regained her senses in an instant.

When it comes to life and death, there is no room for even the slightest slack.

Having regained her composure, Lingxiang hurriedly picked up Adao and dashed toward Xin Yi.

Xin Yi's injury was quite troublesome; after all, it had damaged the sinews and bones, and if the axe were to be forcibly pulled out now, it would inevitably cause a hemorrhage.

If only there were a Bone-Mending Pill, but Lingxiang could not refine this Pill, and currently, only the Yuanqing Sect still had a few.

Although she had refined the Huitian Pill, the Bone-Mending Pill had stumped Lingxiang.

It seems the gap between herself and her mother is still quite significant; indeed, the road ahead is long and the burden is heavy!

But this axe could not remain stuck in his body forever; not only was it inconvenient for movement, but over time, it would easily cause deeper damage.

"If I had known, I would have kept some of the Phoenix Ash I refined for Wumin Jun; I wouldn't have ended up in such a passive position now."

Phoenix Ash?

Hearing Lingxiang's mutterings, Xin Yi reached into his robes with difficulty: "Could it be this that you are talking about?"

Seeing Xin Yi pull out a familiar small porcelain bottle, Lingxiang's almond eyes widened in surprise: "How do you have this?"

It turned out that before Sangmu left, he had specifically tucked this bottle of medicine into Xin Yi's possession; after all, no one knew what they would encounter later, and keeping this bottle might increase their chances of winning.

Hearing what Xin Yi said, Lingxiang merely curled her lip.

Consider this Wumin Jun to have a conscience, at least he knew to leave a way out for others.

But so what? Didn't he still scheme against her? Hmph!

Lingxiang pursed her small lips, shrugged noncommittally, and hurriedly began to treat Xin Yi.

Although Phoenix Ash can heal, it is not an emergency medicine and requires careful recuperation to be effective. However, with it, Xin Yi's life would be out of danger; it was just that he could not move freely, which was not a major problem.

But knowing Lingxiang's understanding, she feared Xin Yi would not stay still, so she fed him a dose of Sleep Saint Powder.

Xin Yi felt as if he were falling into the clouds, yet he still struggled to stay awake, which was beyond Lingxiang's expectations.

The effect of the Sleep Saint Powder was no less than the Dream-Returning Pill, yet Xin Yi could contend with it through sheer willpower, which showed how strong his temperament was.

In such a situation, how could Xin Yi feel at ease enough to fall asleep?

But fortunately, he could no longer move, so the wound she had painstakingly bandaged would not burst open, and Lingxiang did not ask any further.

There is belladonna in the Sleep Saint Powder, which is not good if used too much, but in any case, he would fall asleep once he could no longer hold out.

Right now, what was more important was how to end all of this.

Lingxiang had not expected that Chiyanzi and Lu Ying would also come to the Demon Realm, and their opponents, as luck would have it, were actually the Rust Ghost and the Yin-Eroding Ghoul.

These two monsters were not so easy to deal with.

Under the Demon Lord, there were three Dark Guards; one was a person of Wumin Jun, and the other two were these two highly evil beings.

Ordinary members of the Demon Race are like mortals, all born of wombs, but according to information from Wumin Jun's Dark Guard, these two were entirely created monsters.

The Former Demon Venerable was ambitious and desired to regain control of the Human Realm; he sacrificed a thousand Demon Race civilians to tyranny, gathered their resentment, personally broke into the Blood Pool Hell and the Withered Bone Hell, and later, when he returned to the palace, these two were by his side.

To mortals, the Demon Race is already an alien species, and even the people of the Demon Race found these two strange, which shows just how evil they were.

The Yin-Eroding Ghoul is as mad as a ghost, and not to mention that, the Rust Ghost was clearly not using its full strength; it was feared that it still had a trump card.

However, Chiyanzi and Lu Ying coordinated tacitly, and for a time, they were evenly matched with these two monsters.

It seems their cultivation had improved quite a bit over these three years; she could not help much, and worrying in vain was useless.

But Long Qi...

Lingxiang's gaze darkened as she glanced at the Dust-Peering Mirror in the hall.

Three years ago, in the Dust-Peering Mirror, Lingxiang saw a certain death ending, which is why she had painstakingly laid out plans for these three years, all to rewrite such a fate.

But as it stands now, everything was still following what was shown in the mirror, without the slightest difference.

Could it be that all the efforts of these three years would be in vain?

Lingxiang touched the silver hairpin in her hair, her heart filled with a thousand thoughts; for a moment, she did not know if she was right or wrong, but regardless, she could never watch Long Qi die.

For the sake of Long Qi, even if it meant defying the heavens to change fate, she would not hesitate!

Long Qi intercepted the Demon Lord, and after Lingxiang and Adao dodged away, the two became entangled in a fight.

The two were only engaged in physical combat and did not use arts; within the sword light, afterimages intertwined.

It was not that the Demon Lord did not want to, but now that he was in the Netherworld, unlike the Human Realm where there was still Spirit Qi to replenish, he naturally could not expend it at will.

The Demon Lord's current physical body was merely that of a mortal.

The only thing filling the Netherworld was Nether Qi, which was exactly why Xin Yi and the others became more exhausted the more they fought; after all, they were not like Lu Ying, who knew how to absorb the Houtu Breath.

And Chiyanzi himself possessed half the bloodline of the Demon Race, so he was naturally less affected by the Nether Qi, which invisibly became his aid instead.

That was why these two could still trade blows with the Yin-Eroding Ghoul and the Rust Ghost after fighting the Grand Marshal.

As for Long Qi, he was truly much stranger.

According to Lingxiang's understanding of Long Qi, this big boy had a straightforward and reckless personality, and his Sword Technique was just like him; although one could vaguely see the moves of the Sword Formula, more of the sharpness came from his spontaneity.

It cannot be denied that a person's three years can change many things, but as the saying goes, it is easier to change rivers and mountains than a person's nature; unless there was a heaven-shattering change, no matter how one changed, the sword intent within the Sword Technique would not differ too much.

But the current Long Qi had agile sword moves and spirited sword intent; he did not seek to take the enemy's life, but only sought speed and agility. Under the complex changes of his moves, the Demon Lord was actually unable to do anything to him for a moment.

This...

Is this still that reckless Long Qi?

And Long Qi did not look like he was wielding the sword; instead, it looked like he was being wielded by the sword, his whole person like a marionette.

How could the Demon Lord be an ordinary person? Although he could only parry for a moment, he carefully observed the patterns of Long Qi's sword moves.

Just as Long Qi thrust his sword over, the Demon Lord dodged sideways, and in an instant, he clamped his two fingers together, firmly pinning the Longyuan Sword.

Oh no!

Lingxiang secretly thought it was bad, and just as she was about to step in to help, she heard the Demon Lord say: "A mere Sword Spirit, yet you dare to toy with this seat!"

"Look at how you say that; dare or not, didn't I tease you anyway?" Long Qi sneered lightly: "As expected of the Demon Lord, to actually be able to see through me."

Sword Spirit?

Lingxiang, who had just stood up, paused upon hearing this; she had never imagined that the Long Qi before her was actually the Longyuan Sword Spirit.

Yet in a flash, she understood: if Eternal Firmament could occupy Zhao Wuyang's physical body, it did not seem unreasonable for Long Qi to be controlled by Longyuan.

If this were the case, the strangeness from just a moment ago could also be explained.

After all, she had once used the power of Eternal Firmament to break into Long Qi's Qi Pool, and at that time, she had already seen the Longyuan Sword Spirit.

Back then, she had even found it strange why this Sword Spirit looked exactly like her, but because there were so many complicated matters, she did not pursue it later.

Now that Lingxiang thought about it again, she was truly baffled:

That's right, why would the Longyuan Sword Spirit be in her own image?