Deep within the Abandoned Sword Tomb.
Malicious aura churned, as thick and unmovable as ink.
The black iron heavy sword stood stuck in the ground, its “humming” sound now extremely hoarse.
Of the three hundred and sixty broken swords used as the formation’s foundation on the periphery, most had already shattered.
The force field of the “Magnetic Gravity Domain” was on the verge of collapse.
“Just a little more…”
Lin Yue gritted his teeth so hard that his lower lip had been bitten and was bleeding.
Blood dripped down his chin onto the bluestone, a shocking sight.
Above the heavy sword, the suspended green jade token was now emitting an extremely terrifying cold aura.
A thin layer of frost had even formed on the token’s surface.
That was Chu Wanning’s “Great Avalanche Sword Intent” perceiving a threat and unleashing a indiscriminate defense.
But in the blind spot of the token’s cloud patterns, the remaining half of the pink bow tie was like a venomous insect cornered.
It squirmed crazily.
With every squirm, it released an extremely cloying pink poisonous smoke that could corrode spiritual power.
Zzzzz— The high-frequency vibrating invisible probes of the “Mountain Quake” struck the poisonous smoke, producing a grating corrosive sound.
“There’s actually a wisp of living remnant thought hidden inside this Gu thread!”
Lin Yue’s gaze turned completely cold.
In his sea of consciousness, the “Book of Ill-Fated Bonds” jumped wildly:
“Warning! The ‘Thousand-Silk Gu Thread’ has activated its master-protection instinct!”
“It is forcibly merging with the Great Avalanche Sword Intent, attempting a mutual destruction!”
“Estimated self-destruct countdown: sixty breaths!”
‘Sixty breaths? Enough!’
A fierce glint flashed in Lin Yue’s eyes.
Since the regular scalpel can’t cut you, then I’ll give you some strong medicine!
He abruptly withdrew his right hand from the heavy sword.
With the suppression of his right hand gone, the force field of the Magnetic Gravity Domain instantly tilted.
The pink Gu thread seemed to sense an opening and actually shot up from the jade token with a swoosh!
It turned into a pink lightning bolt, heading straight for Lin Yue’s brow!
It wanted to parasitize!
It wanted to devour the man who dared to destroy its destiny!
‘Perfect!’ Instead of retreating, Lin Yue advanced.
He didn’t block with his hand; instead, he suddenly opened his mouth!
Pfft! Lin Yue bit his tongue.
The Netherworld Breath-Concealing Art spun wildly, channeling the purest mouthful of his innate lifeblood mixed with furious spiritual power, and sprayed it out!
The blood mist met the oncoming pink Gu thread in midair.
Squeak—!!!
In the air, an extremely sharp scream actually sounded!
Like some mollusk being thrown into a boiling oil pan.
The Gu thread had a natural craving for flesh and blood, especially a cultivator’s lifeblood.
But Lin Yue’s lifeblood was not so easy to eat!
Inside, it contained the extremely domineering aura of the former Demon Emperor, enough to suppress hell!
The moment the pink Gu thread contacted the blood mist, it was scalded and twisted madly.
Under the corrosion of the “Demon Emperor’s Hell-Suppressing Art,” its originally extremely tough internal structure finally developed fatal cracks.
‘Now!’ Lin Yue’s left hand suddenly slapped the sword hilt.
‘Mountain Quake, break for me!’
Buzz—Boom!
An unprecedented high-frequency shockwave erupted directly from the tip of the black iron heavy sword and accurately blasted the pink Gu thread in midair.
Crack. Like the sound of glass breaking.
That Thousand-Silk Gu thread that had troubled Lin Yue for a day and a night, representing An Xiaoxiao’s extreme possessiveness, finally could not withstand the double blow and broke into three pieces on the spot!
Thud.
The free green jade token fell straight down and landed on the wide blade of the black iron heavy sword.
A crisp sound of jade hitting metal.
And beside the jade token, the pink Gu thread, now broken into three pieces, completely lost its luster like a dead earthworm, turning into three grayish-white withered threads.
‘Phew—’
Lin Yue collapsed on the bluestone like a deflated ball.
He gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently.
‘I… survived.’
In his sea of consciousness, the “Book of Ill-Fated Bonds” popped up a very plain notification:
“Congratulations, host, on successfully resolving a life-and-death crisis.”
“Great Avalanche Sword Intent and Thousand-Silk Gu Thread successfully separated.”
“Achievement unlocked: [Repeatedly Dancing on a Yandere’s Bottom Line].”
“Luck Value +50.”
‘Scram! Stop being so sarcastic here.’
Lin Yue cursed in his mind and forced himself to sit up.
He first carefully picked up the green jade token.
The token was icy cold in his hand.
Without the pink thread wrapped around it, the bone-piercing cold had actually become much purer. Cloud patterns flowed, intact.
‘Senior Sister Chu, ah Senior Sister Chu, I risked my life to keep this token of yours.’
Lin Yue gave a bitter smile, tucked the token close to his body, and put it into an absolutely safe inner pocket.
‘This grand ceremony should be passable now, right?’
Next, his gaze fell on the three grayish-white withered threads.
Although they had lost their activity, these were still top-grade Gu poison materials made by An Xiaoxiao.
If he just left them here, and someone else picked them up, or if An Xiaoxiao tracked them, it would be a huge trouble.
‘Waste utilization is the basic quality of a cautious person.’
Lin Yue rubbed his chin.
He grabbed the three withered threads and looked at his own bare, ugly black iron heavy sword.
The sword’s hilt, due to years of holding, was somewhat worn and had a terrible grip.
‘Got it.’
A flash of insight crossed Lin Yue’s eyes.
He activated his remaining spiritual power, forcibly fused the three withered threads together, and twisted them into a gray sword hilt wrap.
Then, he very carefully bound this wrap around the hilt of the black iron heavy sword, loop by loop.
This withered thread was extremely tough.
After binding, it not only prevented slipping but also faintly exuded a cold and sinister aura, perfectly complementing the heavy sword’s steadiness.
‘Put the most dangerous thing where it’s most convenient.’
Lin Yue grasped the renewed hilt and swung it twice with satisfaction.
‘In the future, if we meet a blind bastard, even if I can’t smash him to death, the residual Gu poison on this hilt will be enough to give him a hard time.’
After doing all this, Lin Yue looked outside the sword tomb.
The sky was already faintly showing the pale light of dawn.
There were only twelve hours left before the Inner Discipline Hall’s “Ten Thousand Swords Grand Ceremony.”
‘Can’t stay here.’
Lin Yue put away the heavy sword and brushed the dust off his clothes.
‘I need to hurry back to the Outer Gate, wash up, and change clothes. Going to the grand ceremony looking like a ghost will definitely get me struck down by those old sticks in the Discipline Hall as a demon cultivator.’
He dragged his heavy steps, moving step by step toward the exit of the Abandoned Sword Tomb.
But he did not know.
At the same time he untied that pink deadly knot, a “pink storm” aimed at him had already fully brewed in the Outer Gate.
Outer Gate Peak, Affairs Hall.
The first rays of morning sun had just shone on the plaque of the Affairs Hall.
Mo Feng the steward was sitting in the back hall, carefully combing his sparse hair in front of a bronze mirror.
“Ten Thousand Swords Grand Ceremony… If Lord Lin shines brilliantly at the ceremony, I, as the steward, might also get a share of the glory and transfer into the Inner Gate as a manager.”
Mo Feng happily daydreamed.
Just then, Creak— the back hall door was gently pushed open.
“Who is it? So early, don’t you know the rules?”
Mo Feng put down the comb with some displeasure and turned around.
At the threshold stood a petite figure.
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