“Sword Graveyard?”
Lin Yue raised an eyebrow.
“Exactly!”
Mo Feng lowered his voice and explained, “This is the most remote forbidden area of the Nine Heavens Sect’s outer sect. Inside are piled discarded flying swords damaged by disciples over generations. The sword qi has built up over the years, and resentment fills the sky. Ordinary outer disciples who approach within a hundred zhang will be invaded by baleful qi, and even if they don’t die, they’ll be injured!”
Mo Feng paused, his tone becoming extremely reverent.
“Only a great cultivator like you, Junior Brother Lin, with a will as solid as a rock, can remain calm there. No one would dare disturb you there!”
Lin Yue looked at the wooden token in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.
“Resentment fills the sky? Very good. Just what I need.”
The heavy resentment meant that someone at An Xiaoxiao’s level—a mere servant—would absolutely not dare approach.
Moreover, the place was full of discarded swords, rich in metallic qi. If any unexpected situation arose, the Darksteel Heavy Sword in his hand could leverage the magnetic field there to unleash even greater power.
“This is the place.”
Lin Yue stood up and tucked the wooden token into his robe.
“Steward Mo, remember what you said. For three days, even if the sky falls, don’t let anyone come looking for me.”
“Don’t worry, Junior Brother Lin! Even if I have to risk my old life, I won’t let anyone set foot in the Sword Graveyard!”
Mo Feng swore, patting his chest.
An hour later.
Lin Yue stood at the entrance of the Sword Graveyard.
It was indeed an extremely desolate place, just as Mo Feng had said.
The sky seemed shrouded in a layer of gloom, and even sunlight couldn’t penetrate.
A broken stone tablet stood at the valley’s entrance.
Beyond the tablet, the view was filled with broken sword blades scattered across the mountains like a graveyard.
Some were only half a blade, some rust-eaten, and some still emitted faint wails.
The air was thick with a pungent smell of rust and an extremely icy baleful qi.
Lin Yue dragged his heavy sword, stepping on the pieces of iron, producing a crunch, crunch sound.
He reached the center of the sword graveyard and found a relatively flat boulder to sit on.
No one around. Dead silence.
Lin Yue took a deep breath, reached into his robe, and carefully pulled out the green jade token.
The pink bow on the jade token looked especially eerie and glaring against the dark surroundings.
“Alright, you two young ladies.”
Lin Yue looked at the jade token in his hand and gave a bitter smile.
“There’s no one else now. In three days, I have to untangle this ‘ill-fated bond’ between you two. Otherwise, in three days, I’ll be the one dead.”
Lin Yue placed the jade token on his knee.
He took another deep breath, extended two fingers, and tentatively pinched one end of the bow.
This time, he didn’t force it recklessly.
Instead, he compressed the spiritual energy in his body to the extreme and slowly directed it into his fingertips.
Buzz—
The moment he touched it.
The jade token burst out with a dazzling green light! Then.
The pink thread seemed to come alive, instantly tightening like a blood-red viper, viciously constricting the green light.
Two terrifyingly powerful forces clashed madly on Lin Yue’s knee at a frequency almost invisible to the naked eye!
Boom!
Within a dozen zhang around, the discarded swords trembled in unison due to this energy fluctuation.
Lin Yue’s face instantly turned pale.
He felt as if he wasn’t pinching a jade token—but a volcano about to erupt and an abyss capable of swallowing everything!
In his sea of consciousness, the Book of Ill-Fated Bonds flipped wildly again.
[Warning! Detected causal collision of two high-level luck-favored maidens!]
[Countdown: Three days.]
[If the host fails to perfectly strip the ‘Thousand-Silk Gu Thread’ and the ‘Great Avalanche Sword Intent’ within the time limit…]
[Consequences: Explosion of body, annihilation of soul.]
Lin Yue stared at the blood-red words, gritted his teeth, and pressed down on the trembling jade token with both hands.
“Damn it, bring it on!”
“I don’t believe I can’t even untie a freaking bow!”
The Sword Graveyard’s dark wind howled.
A “bomb disposal” operation—without smoke, but life or death—had quietly begun in this dead place.
The sky turned completely dark.
Inside the Sword Graveyard, there was no wind, only a suffocating deathly stillness.
The air was dense with the heavy smell of rust and the unwilling, mixed baleful qi left by the broken swords of generations.
Lin Yue sat cross-legged on a relatively flat bluestone.
Before him was a “death warrant” floating in midair.
The green jade token emitted a faint cold light.
The pink thread, like a venomous python, tight around the cloud patterns in the jade token’s grooves.
“Such a small thing can actually take my life.”
Lin Yue sighed.
A fine layer of cold sweat had formed on his forehead.
Just now, he had made an extremely cautious “test.”
He had only used the edge of his pinky fingernail to gently lift the edge of the pink bow.
The result.
The inside of the jade token instantly erupted with terrifyingly intense sword qi that froze his left pinky into an ice stick.
And the pink thread, like a living thing, took the opportunity to coil around, and a sickly sweet corrosive poison gas almost invaded his meridians.
If he hadn’t reacted quickly and instantly cut off the spiritual energy contact, he might now be an ice sculpture emitting pink poisonous smoke.
“This isn’t like untying a knot; it’s like dismantling a chain of mines.”
Lin Yue looked at his still-slightly trembling left hand, his brow furrowed into a tight knot.
In his sea of consciousness, the Book of Ill-Fated Bonds opened again, the blood-red words with a hint of schadenfreude:
[Tip: Chu Wanning’s ‘Great Avalanche Sword Intent’ is extremely exclusive, preferring to break than bend.]
[Tip: An Xiaoxiao’s ‘Thousand-Silk Gu Thread’ grows stronger when faced with strength, relentless and persistent.]
[Current state: The two forces have achieved an extremely delicate ‘terror balance.’ Any forced external intervention will instantly break the balance, causing both to self-destruct simultaneously.]
‘Shut up! Aside from reporting doom, what else can you do?’
Lin Yue cursed in his mind and forced himself to calm down.
He couldn’t use brute force.
He couldn’t even use conventional spiritual energy to undo it.
Because whether using a sharp tool to cut or fire to burn, it would instantly trigger the ‘bottom lines’ left by these two young ladies.
“To undo this, I have to create an absolutely still, absolutely isolated force field. Make them feel no external threat, and simultaneously strip off the adhesion bit by bit…”
Lin Yue muttered to himself.
His gaze slowly fell on the pitch-black iron rod leaning against the bluestone.
Sinking Cloud Myriad-Year Iron.
Arcane Magnetic Heavy Domain.
Mountain Quake.
The moves he had understood and used over the past few days in Longkou Gorge and the broken thatched hut rapidly reorganized and collided in his mind.
“I’ve got it!”
Lin Yue’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“Who says a heavy sword can only be used for smashing? Today, I’ll show you what ‘heavy sword without edge, micro-engraving of embroidery’ means!”
Lin Yue stood up abruptly and grabbed the Darksteel Heavy Sword.
But he didn’t touch the floating jade token.
Instead, he turned and walked into the piles of discarded swords all over the mountain.
Crack.
He stepped on a rusty longsword, breaking it, bent down, picked up the upper half of the blade, and weighed it in his hand.
“Material too brittle, iron content insufficient. Discard.”
He walked to another pile of scrap iron, like a picky junk collector, rummaging through a pile of rusty weapons.
For a full two hours.
Lin Yue moved back and forth across the Sword Graveyard.
He completely ignored the icy baleful qi trying to invade his body, relying on his Qi Refining Fifth Layer cultivation and the overbearing devouring power of the Netherworld Breath-Concealing Art to forcefully carve a path through this forbidden area.
In the end, he selected a full three hundred and sixty broken swords.
Although these broken swords were damaged, they were all made of top-grade fine iron or even profound iron, with faint spiritual nature still remaining.
“Rise!”
Lin Yue gave a low shout, hugged the hilt of the Darksteel Heavy Sword with both hands, and suddenly drove it upside down into the soil at the very center of the Sword Graveyard!
Boom!
The ground shook violently.
With the Darksteel Heavy Sword as the center, Lin Yue began moving quickly.
He inserted the three hundred and sixty broken swords one by one into the underground rock layers, following an extremely peculiar and complex trajectory.
If a formation master were present, they would definitely be shocked.
Because what Lin Yue set up was not any formation of the Nine Heavens Sect.
Whoosh….
After inserting the last broken sword, Lin Yue let out a long breath of white air.
He walked to the center of the formation, placed both hands on the rough blade of the Darksteel Heavy Sword.
“Arcane Magnetic Heavy Domain, open!”