[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-watching-the-immortals-fall":3,"chapter-watching-the-immortals-fall-watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Watching the Immortals Fall",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2259920,4410,"Chapter 47: One Sword Calls Her Sister","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>Qingzhou, north side of Pingfeng Mountain, wild forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As night poured across the sky, mountain mist rose within the dense woods, drifting like thin gauze between the peaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a wild lake here, frog croaks began rising incessantly, sounding agitated and uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, a caravan escorting four carts moved through the forest under cover of night; all riders wore black cloaks, appearing utterly mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the cliff beside the caravan’s path, twenty-seven disciples of Lingjian Mountain perked up instantly, their drowsiness vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days ago, a group of outsiders traveling through Qingzhou vanished without cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu received a secret order from the mountain gate, rushed here, investigated relentlessly, and finally uncovered traces pointing to this forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Song Ziheng, an outer-court disciple from the mountain, arrived hurriedly and joined them; the group had lain hidden here for three days, and now they had finally found their trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, Zhuo Wanqiu noticed Song Ziheng quietly drawing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Opportunity won’t knock twice—of course we stop them and demand to know where they took the missing disciples.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziheng was already gathering sword qi, his eyes glinting with cold light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu frowned tightly: “Anyone capable of abducting thirteen outsiders must have an Upper Fifth Realm expert. The mountain’s secret order was to watch this place—do not alert them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just subdue one—perhaps we can extract usable information.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m in charge of this mission. Are you refusing to obey orders?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziheng turned to Zhuo Wanqiu, fell silent for a long moment, then released his sword hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as the carts drew nearer to the cliff and their aura became perceptible, he couldn’t help secretly gathering sword qi again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For he realized the five men escorting the carts were merely at the peak of Refining Transformation, one realm below his own Full Lower Third Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Zhuo Wanqiu, sword qi still gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This senior sister might not know—he was the most gifted outer-court disciple of Lingjian Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering the mountain, he had passed through the Forest of Ancient Sword Intentions; now he had gathered three Dark Lights, the Upper Fifth Realm within reach, the Inner Court’s seat as good as in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Inner Court was merely a threshold—Song Ziheng truly desired the position of direct disciple to one of the Three Peak Masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before coming to Qingzhou, he had inquired: this operation was personally overseen by a high-ranking figure on the mountain—he needed a chance to catch a Peak Master’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet five Refining Transformation peaks…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziheng gripped his sword hilt, then lunged out in one sudden burst the instant the caravan passed beneath him; sword qi slashed down like lightning, a blinding blade of light tearing through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade swept past, sword hum vibrating—then a head flew through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Success!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziheng immediately leapt back to retrieve his sword, but four gleaming long knives instantly met him head-on, moving with astonishing speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He surged spiritual energy beneath his feet, dodging with a thunderous crash, then laughed aloud and charged forward with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid flashing blades and clashing steel, the air crackled with killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four knife-wielders struck with terrifying speed, their knife-light weaving into a net, pressing forward; knife qi erupted like shattered mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziheng’s eyes flared in fury, his sword meeting all four knives at once; sword qi crisscrossed, sparks flew, metallic clangs rang endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with this clash, the smile on Song Ziheng’s lips slowly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lower Third Realm is called the Self Realm—advancement means only increased speed and strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, these four Refining Transformation peaks displayed an unusual force—each knife cut carried a rending momentum, wind like a storm’s wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziheng frantically channeled spiritual energy into his blade, unleashing a violent burst of light to meet them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant the sparks flew, his heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For he realized that as the four men swung their knives, a thick, oppressive aura began spreading—and the mountain-splitting blades grew heavier with each strike, finally weighing a thousand jin, threatening to shatter his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll die…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continues, I will surely die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziheng’s expression twisted with fear, his courage crumbling with every strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One slash, two slashes, three slashes… eight slashes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the knives before him now weighed like mountains, Song Ziheng knew he could not withstand the next blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In desperation, he suddenly unleashed a violent sword qi, slashed outward, then spun and sprinted toward the cliff where the others hid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu watched the scene, furious but too late to scold—she drew her sword instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All disciples, follow me to rescue him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-seven disciples immediately soared through the air, their swords descending like shards of frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four knife-wielders were clearly strange—their physical strength was no match for Refining Transformation peaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even so, outnumbered, they had no chance to build momentum; amid the clang of steel and blade, Lingjian Mountain disciples drove them back step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu’s heart eased slightly—though they had disobeyed the mountain’s orders, the situation still seemed controllable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, she glimpsed a blinding golden light surging into the sky, like a colossal golden wheel hanging in the heavens, melting the surrounding night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the carriage driver seated in the lead cart rose into the air, his body radiating spiritual light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another one?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior sister—it’s a Fusion Dao expert…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark forest, all stared upward, faces ashen with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never imagined such a small caravan would carry a Fusion Dao expert as its driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No outsider knew of their ambush—only Song Ziheng’s eagerness for glory had exposed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, if a Fusion Dao expert wanted to kill them, why bother with a trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only possibility: this Fusion Dao expert was truly just a driver—what kind of caravan was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhuo Wanqiu pondered, her face turned deathly pale beneath the blazing golden light; a furious gale slammed into her, killing intent swirling through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous crash, a punch of roaring intent plummeted down—five disciples directly ahead had their swords shattered, flung violently backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloaked Fusion Dao expert then gathered another fist, as if holding thunder and fire, like a celestial god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run, flee now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior sister…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Escape immediately—report to the mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu raised her sword, gritted her teeth against the crushing pressure, then slashed sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was suicide—Zhuo Wanqiu knew it, and so did her disciples—but they had no other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet just then, an even greater pressure erupted from the distant forest, causing the Fusion Dao expert’s body to freeze rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, wind howled across the distant mountains, withered trees bent double—a colossal sword intent rose into the moonlit sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a clear, piercing sword cry, the airborne sword intent shot forward, impaling the Fusion Dao expert and carving a deep gash into the cliffside, churning up earth and dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the dust settled, they saw the Fusion Dao expert had lost one arm but still breathed, gasping desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjian Mountain disciples turned in shock—then saw a woman soaring through the air, wreathed in spiritual radiance, ethereal as a celestial being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached Full Realm at ten, entered the Upper Fifth Realm the next year; no one dared call her cute, for she wielded Lingjian Mountain’s sharpest blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the seven immortal sects’ direct disciples, she was the only one who already held the Dao’s sacred artifact before becoming sect leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all knew she represented Lingjian Mountain’s fate for the next hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, she arrived from Shengjing, and her first sword cut slew a Fusion Dao expert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twenty-two stunned Lingjian disciples quickly recognized her identity, immediately knelt on one knee—yet fear still lingered on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All knew a senior figure from the Inner Court would come—but none expected the Little Mirror Master of Yun Ding Palace to appear in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop kneeling—go save the wounded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Check if those four are dead—if they are, cut them again. If not, bind them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Other disciples, inspect the carts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi walked through the dust and earth, glanced at the Fusion Dao expert embedded in the cliff, still breathing, then waved her hand and yanked him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cloak had been shredded, revealing a relatively young face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that face, Zhuo Wanqiu’s complexion turned even paler: “It’s Chen Qinghe…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi turned to her: “You know him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Mirror Master, he is an outer-court disciple of the Chen Shixian Clan. Two years ago, at Lingjian Mountain’s Sword Inquiry, I saw him—he was then at Full Lower Third Realm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Broke through to Fusion Dao in two years?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi’s brow furrowed, disbelief in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the Gongren  fastest in the world—but even she took five years to break from Qi Refining to Fusion Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu stared at Chen Qinghe, noticing he writhed wildly, showing no fear: “Mirror Master, he… seems off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bind him. Notify the Chen Shixian Clan—tomorrow I will go to their mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to their mountain…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu held her breath, bowed immediately, then ordered disciples to carry the severely wounded back to the mountain, had the beast-like Chen Qinghe bound and sent overnight to the Chen Shixian Clan, and dispatched others to inspect the carts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carts carried only obscure spiritual herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Obscure” meant they offered no cultivation advancement and were not listed in the seven immortal sects’ cultivation registries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were even highly toxic, like Liuquan Grass and Shengyin Flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These clues were insufficient to locate the missing disciples—the only lead remained the Chen Shixian Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi ordered someone to record all the medicinal herbs on the cart, then saw a man hurrying back—it was Song Ziheng, who had just rushed forward to shield everyone from battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Outer Court disciple Song Ziheng pays homage to the Mirror Master. This disciple has just slain one man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so? Yet I saw you retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This disciple… this disciple followed Senior Sister Zhuo’s orders, returning swiftly to the sect to report to the Mirror Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi had entered the Upper Five Realms at age ten and had forgotten how weak the Lower Three Realms’ peak truly was—so weak that a mere wave of the hand could kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that fellow was only at the peak of the Lower Three Realms—how dare he pinch her cheek and boldly praise her as cute?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ought to have seen that sword just now—it would have scared him into calling her “sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone, remove Song Ziheng’s jade token.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mirror Master, please wait. You may not know, but I am now the most talented disciple in the Outer Court.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi glanced at him twice, her brow slightly furrowed: “Then is our Spirit Sword Mountain truly far inferior to the Heavenly Book Academy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Followers have surged—I bow deeply to all of you; in my joy, I wrote an extra thousand characters… or2)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1833,"2026-06-19T15:28:39.995Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","257441358c1576e16d4b70232c2b6d674cf21b10c04f89a99e1db1705f35dec8","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-48","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-46",430,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwatching-the-immortals-fall-cover.jpg"]