Chapter 2 - 2 1 Lin Xuan_2

“Trouble, the disciples of Xuantian Sect are resting,” the group of sackcloth-clad youths trembled, quickly arranging smiles on their faces as they greeted the disciples in white. “Master, are you thirsty? This is Nine Night Spirit Tea that I brewed overnight!” “Young master, here are Secret Spirit Pills, for quick recovery of strength. Please take one.” All the sackcloth youths were bowing and kneeling, tending to the white-robed disciples, and even Wang Yang was no exception. He put away his look of terror and hurried over to a disciple in white. “Master, your Elixir Pills,” Wang Yang said respectfully. The young man accepted the Elixir Pills and swallowed them, then his gaze shifted to Wang Yang’s neck, his eyebrows immediately furrowing. “What happened, how did you get that wound on your neck?” the white-robed youth Chen Feng asked. “Ma—Master…” Wang Yang’s body trembled slightly, worried about what might happen if his master found out he had been defeated by someone at the Third Rank of Body Refinement. Meanwhile, other white-robed disciples had gathered around, and some Sword Slaves relayed the incident, all their eyes then turning to Lin Xuan. “A Sword Slave, daring to be so bold, you believe this young master could kill you!” “It seems you all have been forgetting the rules!” “Young master, he is Miss Tang Yu’s Sword Slave,” someone reminded. “Oh, Tang Yu changed her Sword Slave? I wasn’t aware.” “What, you have a problem with that?” From outside the crowd, a crisp voice rang out, and soon after, a girl in a light white bodysuit walked in. The girl had delicate features, fair skin, and a proud figure with long legs. Many onlookers secretly gulped down their saliva, even those white-robed disciples were licking their dry lips, their eyes shining. “Lin Xuan, let’s go.” Tang Yu completely ignored everyone else, thrust the treasure sword into Lin Xuan’s hands, and then left shoulder to shoulder with him. “Are we just going to let them go?” a disciple protested. “Don’t worry, I can’t touch Tang Yu, but playing with a mere Sword Slave is a matter of minutes. Aren’t we going to the mountains tomorrow to prepare for that matter? Bring this kid along and let him have a good experience!” “Dare to provoke me, Chen Feng, and you’re dead!” The white-robed disciple watched Lin Xuan’s retreating figure and showed a cruel smile. Lin Xuan walked alongside the long-legged beauty, attracting many gazes, of course mostly aimed at Tang Yu. Tang Yu didn’t care at all about these gazes. Sёarᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She looked at Lin Xuan with a smile and asked, “I saved you, how do you plan to repay me?” “Um, thank you,” Lin Xuan said earnestly. “You—” The girl bit her silver teeth and puffed up her face, staring at Lin Xuan with a bad expression, but then she seemed to think of something and softly said, “Lin Xuan, there’s something wrong with my sword, can you take a look for me?” The girl handed over a longsword with a dark green sword sheath made of fine Demon Beast Skin, adorned with several gemstones that glittered under the sunlight. Lin Xuan didn’t care about these details; he grabbed the sword, drew the blade, and scrutinized it carefully. The water-blue blade seemed like the sky, but there was a small dark spot at the tip that dulled the sword’s luster considerably. “Hey, you really don’t take good care of your sword,” Lin Xuan muttered as he slashed his finger with the blade’s edge, letting his blood flow out. He touched the dark spot with his blood-stained finger, and soon the spot disappeared. Lin Xuan then let his blood flow across the entire blade before finally stopping his actions. “Alright,” he handed the longsword to the young girl. The girl joyfully took the longsword and swung it in the air a few times, making a whooshing sound as it cleaved through the air; the fresh blood had already seeped into the sword body, making the whole longsword look like a blue gemstone. “Stand still!” the girl called out sharply as she saw Lin Xuan turn to leave. “Tang Yu, I’ve already fixed the sword for you, what else do you want?” Lin Xuan sighed, reluctantly. “I want to practice swordsmanship, let’s spar,” Tang Yu said, pulling out the longsword huffily. “Sister, you’re a Fourth-stage Spirit Warrior, and you want me, a Body Refinement Third Stage Spiritual Disciple, to spar with you? Are you trying to kill me on purpose!” Lin Xuan immediately refused. A disciple who reached the Mystical Realm was called a Spirit Warrior, while those in the Body Refining Realm were called Spiritual Disciples. “Don’t worry, I won’t use Spiritual Power,” said Tang Yu with a slight smile curling on her lips as she twisted her wrist and the blue longsword suddenly stabbed forward. “This girl’s serious!” Lin Xuan was alarmed internally, hastily sidestepped and raised his sword to block. CLANG! When the swords intersected, Lin Xuan felt an immense force that sent him staggering back three steps. “I didn’t use Spiritual Power, though!” Tang Yu said, giggling, as her longsword transformed again, sweeping toward Lin Xuan like a gust of breeze. “Hehe, this is the Breeze Sword Technique I just learned; see how you find it.” The sword in Tang Yu’s hands whipped up gusts of wind, causing Lin Xuan’s clothes to flutter. “Damn it, not again, every time she learns a new sword technique she uses me for practice!” Lin Xuan had been a Sword Slave at the Xuantian Sect for three months now, and during those months, this little demon tortured him countless times. Every time he sparred with her, he ended up wounded. As he thought this, he heard a ripping sound—his clothes now sported a long tear. Anger surged in Lin Xuan’s heart, and his longsword began to strike back frequently. Though he had never managed to penetrate the Spirit Vein and truly cultivate, his talent in Sword Skills was exceptionally high; ordinary techniques became miraculous in his hands, as if he was born with such skills. This was also why Tang Yu often sought him out for practice. Seeing that Tang Yu wasn’t using Spiritual Power, Lin Xuan’s longsword swept in a half-arc through the air, deflecting Tang Yu’s attack to one side and then slashing directly toward her wrist. Tang Yu was alarmed, her Breeze Sword Technique moving to counter the attack. However, Lin Xuan’s swordplay was relentless, precise, and intricately locking down her moves like a venomous snake. “Hmph!” Frustration brewed in Tang Yu, and unknowingly, she employed Spiritual Power. A burst of light emitted from the blue longsword, knocking Lin Xuan flying. THUMP! Lin Xuan was sent tumbling two meters back, crashing to the ground as his Qi-Blood surged wildly. In the face of Spiritual Power, he was like a small boat in a raging sea, ready to capsize at any moment. “If only I could penetrate the Spirit Vein, I wouldn’t have fallen to such a state!” Lin Xuan thought darkly. “Heavenly Father, you grant me such good talents but prevent me from penetrating the Spirit Vein, just kill me already!” Seeing Lin Xuan playing dead on the ground, Tang Yu walked over and kicked him. “Alright, stop playing dead; I didn’t hit that hard.” In pain, Lin Xuan groaned as he sat up: “Give me a Spirit Pill to heal, otherwise you’ll have no one to practice swordsmanship with later.” Tang Yu rolled her eyes reluctantly and took out a crimson Elixir Pill, tossing it over. Other Sword Slaves were servile, obeying every command of their masters, but Lin Xuan was different—he was aloof, carrying a bigger attitude than hers. However, Lin Xuan always had unique insights into swordsmanship, and he took better care of the treasure swords than other Sword Slaves, so Tang Yu only bullied him occasionally, never daring to seriously hurt him. Since she started practicing swordsmanship with Lin Xuan, her skills had improved significantly over these three months. “You are a Sword Dao prodigy; it’s a pity you can’t cultivate Spiritual Power, so just faithfully follow this young lady, and you won’t suffer a loss!” Tang Yu consoled him briefly before leaving. Lin Xuan took out a small white porcelain bottle and carefully placed the crimson Elixir Pill into it, then carefully stored it away. The pill was for healing, highly effective; he always saved them for when needed. After securing the Elixir Pill, Lin Xuan headed to his small hut; he needed to reach the Ninth Tier Body Refining soon to attempt penetrating the Spirit Vein again.