Chapter 90 - 90 89 My Life for His Death!

90: Chapter 89: My Life for His Death! 90: Chapter 89: My Life for His Death! At this moment, Lin Xuan’s indomitable will inside his body fully erupted. The Sword Intent Seed trembled as it fused with him, and the mysterious small sword within shone brilliantly, enveloping him. A tremendously peerless aura burst forth from within him, colliding with the force of Elder Xue. Bang Bang Bang! The Life and Death Platform shook wildly, and a shadow of a longsword appeared on Lin Xuan’s body, breaking through all constraints, and the pressure upon him gradually receded. “Hmm?” Elder Xue’s expression changed slightly; he could feel Lin Xuan’s resistance, but he had not expected Lin Xuan to actually break through his oppressive energy, especially considering the vast gap between their powers. Lin Xuan was merely a Seventh Level of Pulse Condensation martial artist, while Elder Xue had long stepped into the Spirit Sea Realm. Although he had not used Spiritual Power, the pressure that came with his realm was not something any martial artist at the Mystical Realm could withstand. “Resisting stubbornly to the end!” Elder Xue’s palm forcefully pressed down, and the entire void seemed to solidify. Lin Xuan’s body was pressed down again, but in the next moment, a massive phantom of the Sword Soul was released from his body, breaking through all obstacles. Elder Xue’s power was completely shattered, and Lin Xuan’s aura continued to climb relentlessly. “What? How is this possible, he could actually withstand the elder’s attack!” All disciples stood dumbfounded. Elder Xue’s pupils constricted sharply, while the Law Enforcement Elder and others beside him were utterly astonished. “This aura…” The Law Enforcement Elder shook with excitement, “This is the Great Success Sword Intent!” “No, it has already surpassed Great Success; it contains a trace of willpower!” “Sword… Intent! Could it be Sword Intent!” The Law Enforcement Elder’s eyes sparkled with a sharp light. At this moment, Lin Xuan’s will merged with the Sword Intent within his body, unleashing an unparalleled aura. This was not a manifestation of Spiritual Power or cultivation, but a metamorphosis of the spirit and soul. The dark clouds in the sky had been pierced and scattered, as if cleaved by Lin Xuan with a single sword strike. Sunlight shone onto the Life and Death Platform, Lin Xuan’s face expressionless, the sword light flickering in his eyes. Every move he made was imbued with a fierce aura. “On the Life and Death Platform, I live, he dies!” Lin Xuan drew his sword, tracing an arc in the air. “No!” Zhang Qian’s heart was filled with fear, powerless despite his Ninth Rank of Congealing Veins strength. His cultivation might have been higher than Lin Xuan’s, but in terms of willpower and conviction, it fell woefully short. “You dare, young one!” Elder Xue raged, his body radiating light, as if divine flames were dancing about him. The Sword Qi slashed through, and a blood hole appeared in the center of Zhang Qian’s forehead, and he collapsed thunderously. Lin Xuan turned his head, facing Elder Xue with no trace of fear in his heart. “Stop this madness!” Just as Elder Xue was fuming, a majestic voice echoed from the void, followed by several strong presences that materialized around them. These presences were extremely powerful, some far exceeding Elder Xue. “Sword Intent, it is indeed Sword Intent. Although it’s just a thread, it is true Sword Intent!” Above the void, a Purple Robed Man sat aloft in the clouds, his gaze like divine light, staring at Lin Xuan. “Ling’er!” A woman in palace attire appeared beside Murong Qianling, her Jade Hand flickering, pulling Murong Qianling to her side. “Master!” Murong Qianling called out in delight. At the same time, several other figures appeared, all elders of the sect, each wearing excited expressions as they looked towards Lin Xuan. “You, would you be willing to take me as your master?” The dignified man above the clouds said. “Duanmu Senior Brother, this young man is half a disciple of mine already; if he were to take a master, he should be under my tutelage!” The woman in palace attire retorted. The surroundings buzzed with commotion, these elders were actually vying to take Lin Xuan as a disciple? The change happened too swiftly—first, Lin Xuan was suppressed by Elder Xue, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself being coveted as a disciple by all the elders. Elder Xue’s gaze became elusive, his face ashen, as the Law Enforcement Elder by his side let out a wry laugh. Lin Xuan was also stunned; he had not anticipated this outcome at all and stood there, dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. Just then, a lazy voice echoed in his mind, “I think that kid in the sky isn’t too bad; why don’t you take him as your master?” “Lord of Wine!” Lin Xuan exclaimed in surprise, “Have you woken up?” “You woke me with all your noise,” Lord of Wine said languidly, “We will talk about this later; for now, you had better make a choice quickly.” Lin Xuan took a deep breath and then said respectfully, “Many thanks for the generous affection from all seniors, but I have already taken a master, so I cannot take another.” “What? He actually refused!” A group of Inner Sect Disciples nearly went mad. Did this kid have any idea what he was saying? These people were definitely old monsters within the sect, and to become a disciple of any one of them would surely lead to soaring achievements! Not just the disciples were taken aback, the group of elders were also astounded. “If that’s the case, I will not make it difficult for you,” the Purple Robed Man in the clouds sighed, “However, as a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, I hope you will bring honor to the sect in the future.” “Seniors, rest assured, I will definitely try my hardest!” Lin Xuan said. Elder Xue on the spectator stand relaxed slightly, noticeably relieved—he truly feared Lin Xuan taking the Purple Robed Man in the clouds as his master, which could turn things around and make it difficult for him. “What a fool!” Elder Xue sneered inwardly; as long as Lin Xuan’s status remained unchanged, there were plenty of ways to make his life difficult. “Little Xuanzi, you have a master? How come I didn’t know?” Lord of Wine asked curiously. “My master is you!” Lin Xuan conveyed telepathically. Lord of Wine: “…” Lin Xuan’s gaze shifted, and he spoke again, “Seniors, Elder Xue’s recent attack has left my soul and spirit somewhat injured; I hope the seniors can provide some Spiritual Medicine.” “Hmm?” The high-standing individuals suddenly turned their gaze towards Elder Xue, especially the Purple Robed Man in the clouds, whose gaze fell on Elder Xue like two Divine Flames. Elder Xue shivered, his eyes filled with dread; cursing inwardly, he reluctantly took out a palm-sized herb from his Storage Ring. “This is a millennium-old Ghost Needle Grass, very effective for soul healing!” Elder Xue stated with a grimace. “Many thanks, Elder,” Lin Xuan said as he took the herb, flipping his hand and directly handing it over to Lord of Wine. “Good job, kid!” Lord of Wine said, beaming. “That’s enough, disperse,” the Purple Robed Man’s voice echoed through the air as his figure vanished into thin air, with the other few people also quickly departing. Elder Xue cast a hard glance at Lin Xuan, then swept away with a dark expression. Lin Xuan remained warily on guard; although he had managed to press Elder Xue down today with the help of the Purple Robed Man, he could not be sure that Elder Xue wouldn’t cause him trouble in the future. “With Zhang Qian dead, the next step is to challenge the Core Disciples!” Lin Xuan’s eyes were resolute; the path he had to tread was still long, and he could not afford to be careless. Ignoring the astonished stares of the crowd, Lin Xuan swiftly left. Wherever he went, the Inner Sect Disciples made way, their faces filled with dread. Thinking back to when he first arrived at the Inner Sect, the majority had looked at him with disdain, but now, facing Lin Xuan, apart from the Core Disciples, most would probably step aside. Duan Fei, Jiang Yulong, and the others all wore bitter expressions; this youth, who had been their rival just days ago, was now far ahead, out of their league. Meanwhile, Shangguan Liuyun’s eyes flickered with a high-spirited War Intent. Among the crowd, there were a pair of malicious eyes fixed on Lin Xuan’s retreating figure—a young man in a blue shirt with a horribly gloomy gaze.