Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Su Yang had been reborn, now wielding the supreme Dao weapon—the Nine Tribulation Sword.

He even possessed the terrifying combat prowess to fight beyond his realm.

In his past life, he was known as the Poison Marquis, a master of slaughter with meticulous scheming and ruthless tactics.

Because he understood—

All scheming, all plotting, only stood upon the foundation of sufficient strength.

And now, he stood before one of the most fearsome people of this era—Leng Ningyue, Sword Head of the Huayue Sword Sect, the walking embodiment of the Huayue Sword Dao.

She was at the seventh realm of the Moon Grasping Stage, bearer of the Huayue Sword Fruit, and hailed across the world as the Sword King.

In realm, sword intent, and combat experience—She crushed Su Yang utterly.

A century ago, she had charged alone into the Demonic Dao and slain a full-moon realm master while fighting against the odds.

To face such a person’s sword—even Su Yang felt powerless.

But he did not sit and wait for death.

The Nine Tribulation Sword within him began to hum.

He erupted with the power of the Fifth Realm of the Star Holding Stage, forcefully withstanding the pressure of Leng Ningyue’s sword Dao.

“What a prodigy of the sword. If you live long enough, who in this world could stop you from unsheathing your blade?”

Leng Ningyue sighed softly.

“This strike is not meant to take your life.”

“But you’ve left a shadow in Yue’er’s sword Dao.”

“You don’t love her. So I must strike this sword into you—to erase her obsession, to cut off her bond with you. Then, I shall sever her feelings with another strike.”

“From today, you two—part ways forever!”

There was admiration in Leng Ningyue’s eyes as she looked at Su Yang.

She was a pure-hearted woman, devoted solely to the sword.

And in her heart, she held genuine appreciation for Su Yang.

“She wants to forget me, so you slash her! Why slash me?!”

Su Yang was dumbfounded.

But in the sky, the plum blossoms were already blooming—

Each petal, every shadow, every falling flower—was a complete, flawless sword technique.

Just as Su Yang braced himself to take the strike—

…

A cold voice suddenly echoed, filled with overwhelming pressure:

“How bold of you—to strike a junior of my family before my very doorstep!”

“Who gave you such courage?”

The voice was indifferent, domineering, radiating limitless might.

Hearing it, Su Yang immediately shouted: “Family Leader—save me!!”

Then—A blinding radiance descended from the heavens.

Swoosh!!

A streak of cold sword light tore through the sky—crushing all beneath it, obliterating the heavens!

It was pure, ultimate sword intent—

The true essence of the sword, descending directly from the Sword Dao itself!

No thought for the heavens.

No concern for the world.

No regard for all beings.

This sword… was the only sword.

“True Sword Intent!”

Seeing that beam of light, Leng Ningyue’s eyes instantly lit with ecstasy.

“Sword intent… falling straight from the Sword Dao itself!!”

Where the sword light passed, the plum blossoms flickered like dying candles in the wind—shattered, destroyed, gone.

Nothing remained. Everything perished. All ceased to exist.

“Pfft!!”

Leng Ningyue spat out blood—just attempting to extend her divine sense to observe that sword had shaken her very soul.

Even her own sword intent collapsed before it—utterly powerless.

“That sword of yours had no killing intent—but the disciples of the Su family may only be disciplined by our elders. Others have no right!”

“I don’t care what this is about. Leave.”

As the voice fell, a tall, majestic figure in black robes appeared.

“Family Leader!”

Su Yang bowed, eyes shining with excitement.

Su Zhou nodded, then looked toward Leng Ningyue.

This woman, garbed in Daoist robes, carried a celestial grace—unlike the mundane world.

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“You’re… the Family Leader of the Su family…”

Leng Ningyue gazed at Su Zhou, her expression slightly dazed.

To her eyes, his entire being radiated sword intent of the purest kind.

Or rather—he was the Sword Dao.

Just seeing him made her feel the urge to kneel.

But Su Zhou had no interest in her thoughts.

Had her sword held even a trace of killing intent—She would have long since been erased by one strike, body and soul!

“Master! Master! Are you alright?!”

Huayue’er panicked at the sight of her bleeding master.

Leng Ningyue waved her hand, eyes still burning with obsession as she stared at Su Zhou.

“Please… grant me another sword strike!”

“Hm?”

Su Zhou blinked in confusion.

He had seen countless beauties in all realms—But never one who begged him to kill her.

Su Yang quietly explained beside him:

“Leng Ningyue is one of the Ten Beauties of the North. She lives and breathes for the sword. Once, just to glimpse a sword called ‘Wind and Moon,’ she sealed herself in Dragon Leap Snow Mountain for ten years.”

Hearing this, Su Zhou understood.

His sword intent descended from the Great Dao—

One sword unsheathed, and all other swords would kneel.

For someone like Leng Ningyue, who loved the sword with her very soul—how could she possibly resist?

“You wish to see it—so I should let you?”

Su Zhou’s tone was playful.

She had tried to lecture his junior outside his very door.

If not for the unclear emotional debt between Su Yang and her disciple…

She would’ve been cleaved apart, regardless of her intent.

Now she even dared to ask for another sword?!

But Leng Ningyue immediately knelt mid-air.

“I ask only for one sword! One glimpse of your strongest sword! I offer my heart’s blood and swear a blood pact— from this day forward, I shall be your Sword Attendant!”

“I shall serve you as master, and worship you as god!”

Hearing this, even Su Zhou raised his brows.

He knew she loved the sword—but he had not expected such extremity.

To forsake her identity as the Sect Master of Huayue Sword Sect—Just to see one more sword, she would swear herself to him.

Su Yang and Huayue’er were both dumbfounded.

What the hell?!

I was the one being chased for marriage, and now her master wants to become my family Leader’s sword servant?!

I was just chasing a boy, now my master’s become a maid?

“Please! Su family Leader, one more sword!”

Leng Ningyue’s voice was unwavering.

As she spoke, the myriad plum blossoms scattered into a single sword.

Born for the sword, dedicated to it her whole life—

She had been hailed as the greatest of her generation, most likely to reach the Sun Veiling Stage.

Yet the deeper her cultivation became, the more lost she felt.

She could no longer see where the sword path led—its end was a blank void.

Until today—

That man in black robes filled her entire soul.

She had a premonition—If she missed this day, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

A true swordswoman hesitates not.

She immediately formed a seal.

A drop of crimson blood floated out from her brow.

It was her soul blood—

The source of her life.

If extinguished, she would die.

To offer it was to offer her very life.

And now, that drop of blood gently floated before Su Zhou.

His gaze grew deep.

The Su family indeed needed a sword Dao expert to train its disciples.

If one of the so-called Ten Beauties, the head of Huayue Sword Sect, had chosen to offer herself—Then there was no reason to be polite.

He took the soul blood.

“I’ll give you one sword.”

“Do your utmost—”

“Survive it.”

Su Zhou said calmly.

Then—Tai’a Sword was unsheathed.

Heaven and earth trembled.

An endless pressure descended.

The Sword of Might—Tai’a—unleashed its true edge!

“Thank you, Master, for the sword!”