Chapter 214: The Fainted Yao Yue (Bonus chapter for Hall Master Da Zizai Wuyou)

Yao Yue had already drawn a dark green short sword from her wide white robes.

This sword was no more than one foot and three inches long; at first glance, it seemed to lack any luster, but if one looked at it for a moment longer, they would feel the sword Qi was chilling and oppressive, so sharp it made it difficult for one to even open their eyes.

Yu Liancheng's gaze flickered: "Could this be the legendary Divine Sword of the Yihua Palace, the rumored 'Green Blood Reflecting Dan Qing'?"

Yao Yue said coldly: "Correct, it is precisely with this sword that I intend to take your life."

With the sword in hand, her confidence in being invincible under heaven and her high-and-mighty, captivating charm had returned. It even carried a sharp aura that only a top-tier swordsman could possess.

Apart from the two sisters themselves, it is feared that no one would have guessed that Palace Master Yao Yue was also a top-tier swordsman.

And this "Green Blood Reflecting Dan Qing" in her hand also had a profound history.

Since ancient times, divine weapons were forged using the blood of living people as a sacrifice, and some sword smiths even sacrificed themselves to the sword.

Yet, for this "Green Blood Reflecting Dan Qing," the attempt to sacrifice a living person failed, the attempt to sacrifice a wife and children failed, and in the end, the sword smith himself leaped into the furnace.

After he jumped in, the furnace fire suddenly turned pure blue and burned for another two days before a passing Daoist priest forged the sword.

On the day the sword was born, the heavens and earth changed color, and a sudden thunderclap struck the priest down onto the sword, making him the first victim of this blade.

Though it is likely that later generations embellished the story, it is enough to let people know the terror of this sword; it is a divine weapon that truly cuts through iron like mud.

Yu Liancheng waved his hand and smiled: "Lianxing, go and bring the Duoqing from my room."

Lianxing said: "But..."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Rest assured, your sister is very proud; if I have no weapon, she will never be the first to strike."

Yao Yue let out a cold snort, but she indeed did not draw her sword.

Lianxing looked at Yao Yue, then at Yu Liancheng, and finally sighed, fluttering away. Before long, she had retrieved the Duoqing Sword and delivered it into Yu Liancheng's hand.

Holding the Duoqing, Yu Liancheng's expression seemed to become serious, his gaze sharp as a sword as he looked at Yao Yue: "Palace Master Yao Yue, please draw your sword."

Clang~

This time, Yao Yue did not say more; a streak of sword light, agile as a dragon, filled the courtyard with chilling sword Qi as it surged directly toward Yu Liancheng.

Her wrist turned again, and the "Green Blood Reflecting Dan Qing" suddenly emitted a pale green sword light, resembling a patch of unblemished blue sky. The tip of the sword collided violently with the air currents, and the vast sky emitted a sound like a dragon's roar.

The momentum of this strike had only just begun, yet its speed and domineering power were already terrifying.

If those famous sword masters who resounded throughout the martial world were to see this sword, they would likely find that the sword techniques they prided themselves on were, by comparison, nothing more than children's tricks.

Yao Yue was very confident in this strike.

But when she shifted her gaze to Yu Liancheng's face, she discovered that he was not in the panic she had imagined; he even wore a calm and composed smile. It was as if this shocking strike were merely a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

This man was arrogant and ignorant, and his feigned composure was one thing, but why was even Lianxing indifferent, even looking at her with a low sigh?

Soon.

Yao Yue knew why Lianxing had sighed.

The Duoqing Sword in Yu Liancheng's palm suddenly left its sheath; the sword moved like a mountain, its aura surging toward the heavens.

As he pushed forward with this strike, Yao Yue seemed to see a mountain peak rising from the ground.

At first, it was unremarkable, just a small mound, but in the blink of an eye, it was ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang... until it transformed into an ancient divine mountain that one could not look up to.

This mountain also appeared steep and towering, straight as a divine sword, reaching the heavens and piercing the firmament, causing the Heavenly River to pour down from the horizon, vast and boundless, endless and inexhaustible.

—The Heavenly River.

This strike was also like the pouring of the Heavenly River.

Yao Yue's sword momentum dissolved completely before this "Heavenly River," like snow under the scorching sun.

But the sword momentum of the "Heavenly River" remained unbroken, continuously assailing her.

When this "Heavenly River" was first created, Guo Songyang had only managed to block the fourth wave of the Heavenly River, its fourth variation.

And now, Yu Liancheng's cultivation was no longer what it once was; this strike had also been polished to approach the "Three Flawless Forms," its power more than a step greater.

But Yao Yue was worthy of being Yao Yue.

She gritted her teeth, and the short sword in her hand transformed; the clear blue sword light swirled and danced, turning into a green canopy that surrounded her entirely, leaving Yu Liancheng unable to break through this layer of sword light no matter how he drove the "Duoqing Sword."

In reality, this "Heavenly River" flowed ceaselessly; if Yu Liancheng were to unleash it fully, it would stir up countless waves and possess countless variations.

And Yao Yue had not yet reached the Mingyu Ninth Layer, and her True Qi would eventually be exhausted, at which point she would undoubtedly be defeated.

Yu Liancheng, however, found it too troublesome; he flicked his wrist, heavy as a mountain.

With a single "ding," the two swords clashed. Yao Yue, having already consumed most of her True Qi, felt a massive force strike her; she could no longer hold onto the Sword in her hand, which flew from her grasp, and she could not help but stagger backward.

"Now you understand that what I truly excel at is sword technique. You thought your sword skills were superb, but in my eyes, they are not even worth a sneer."

Yu Liancheng snorted coldly, took a large step forward, and struck out with another palm; the Po Kong Palm force erupted toward Yao Yue like a mountain flood.

Yao Yue gritted her teeth and struck out with a palm of her own.

But Yu Liancheng's palm carried the force of wind and thunder; even in her prime, she might not have been able to withstand it, let alone now.

Bang!

Yao Yue's delicate body trembled, and she flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her hair disheveled.

Compared to how she was at the start, she now seemed like someone struck down from the heavens to the mortal world. Yet she still carried a heart-stopping beauty, only this beauty was indescribably mournful and pitiable.

"Yu Liancheng, she is my sister, who gave you the right to strike so hard!?" Lianxing had already rushed over, holding Yao Yue in her arms, glaring fiercely at Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng shrugged: "It is not that I struck too hard, it is that she is too weak. So the invincible Palace Master Yao Yue is nothing more than this."

"You..." Yao Yue was trembling with rage; she suddenly pushed Lianxing away, her gaze cold: "Get away, I do not need your pity. Yu Liancheng, I have not lost yet!"

Having said this, she stood up, circulated her remaining True Qi, and prepared to attack Yu Liancheng again.

"Fine, since you are determined to seek death, I will respect your decision."

Yu Liancheng snorted coldly; he had never seen such a crazed woman.

With the two having fought to this point, Yao Yue's struggle to stand was no different from seeking her own death.

And both Yu Liancheng and Lianxing could see that she wanted to die to preserve her final shred of dignity.

For a person as proud as this, Yu Liancheng naturally had to fulfill her final shred of dignity.

With a flip of his palm, he had already struck toward Yao Yue's forehead.

However, before the palm could arrive, Yao Yue's figure faltered, and she collapsed softly into Lianxing's embrace.

Lianxing withdrew her hand-blade, held Yao Yue, and glared at Yu Liancheng in annoyance: "What are you trying to do? Don't tell me you really intended to kill my sister."

Yu Liancheng retracted his palm strike and smiled: "Look at what you're saying; I was only planning to help your sister break through to the ninth level of Bright Jade."

Lianxing said: "You would be that kind-hearted?"

Yu Liancheng smiled and explained: "The ninth level is related to the state of mind; if one does not have a perfect state of mind, one can only perceive that ineffable mystery between life and death."

Lianxing stamped her foot and said: "If I believed you, I would be an idiot."

She turned her body and walked toward a room while holding Yao Yue.