Chapter 270: An Immortal's Blessing

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Chapter 270: An Immortal's Blessing “Pavilion Master, Patriarch, we want to rescue Senior Sister!” Duan Feng, Xu An, and Zhen He knelt solemnly in front of Su Qinian and Chen Huaian. “Rescue? With what? Just the three of you? You’re only at the Golden Core stage! Real Person Yuyao could blow on you and you’d be dust!” Su Qinian was so angry that his beard puffed out and his eyes bulged. He showed them no kindness at all. “This...” Duan Feng’s eyes dimmed as he clenched his fists. Without strength, you couldn’t even protect the ones you wanted to protect. So much for being the so-called Senior Brother of Loveless Cliff, the undisputed number one among the younger generation of Sword Pavilion disciples — in the end, he was nothing. “Pavilion Master, the three of us can trade ourselves for Senior Sister.” Xu An, kneeling beside Duan Feng, suddenly spoke up. “No matter what, the three of us are surely worth more than Senior Sister. She’s got a bad temper, and when she’s drunk, she starts fights. We’re much more well-behaved than she is.” “Idiots!” Su Qinian was both furious and amused. He pointed at Xu An and scolded him head-on. “You want to exchange yourselves for Yue? And then what? Yue will shout to swap herself back for you? And then keep taking turns forever? Did you all eat those Heaven-Mending Pills for nothing?!” “We can cripple our own Dantians and—” “Bullsh*t!” Su Qinian’s roar cut him off. “Do you think the Jade Pool Holy Land captured you just to weaken Sword Pavilion’s strength? They’re aiming to strip away your talents and transfer them to their own people. Even the three of you combined don’t compare to your Senior Sister’s Five-Element Perfect Physique!” Su Qinian took a deep breath. Back when he rescued the dying Yue Qianchi from the flames, he did have selfish motives. If she were just an ordinary girl, at most he would’ve dragged her out of the fire. There’s no way he would have brought her back to Sword Pavilion and cared for her so meticulously. It wasn’t because he was heartless. It was just that there were too many pitiful people in this world. People died of hunger every day. Children were trafficked every day. Could he save the entire world? Sword Pavilion couldn’t possibly shelter that many orphans, nor afford the resources. “Pavilion Master...” Zhen He, who had been silent the whole time, wanted to say more. Su Qinian, annoyed, waved his hand to cut him off. “Shut up! Go reflect on your mistakes at the Sword Tomb! Without my permission, none of you are allowed to come out!” He then turned his sharp gaze to the other Sword Pavilion disciples. “Same goes for you all! No one is allowed to visit!” He knew exactly what kind of trouble his disciples got into. Back then, even though facing the Sword Tomb was supposed to be punishment, that Yue girl would always sneak in to bring food and fun things to the punished disciples. In the end, all the other Sword Pavilion disciples started imitating her. The Sword Tomb reflection became more like a reward! Starting today, Sword Pavilion would return to strict discipline! ... At the Sword Tomb. The three core disciples knelt before the Sword Pool. They couldn’t help but recall how, whenever they got punished, Senior Sister would always come visit them. Xu An loved drinking, so Yue Qianchi would bring him the best liquor. Duan Feng loved martial arts novels, so Yue would sneak down the mountain to buy him a whole basket. Zhen He liked trinkets, poetry, and calligraphy, so Yue directly kidnapped a poet back to Sword Pavilion! Reflecting on their mistakes became drinking wine, composing poetry, and enjoying art. But now... that figure would never show up again. “Senior Sister got into this mess to save us. No matter what, we have to find a way to get her out.” Xu An choked, feeling like something was stuck in his throat — neither coming up nor going down. “But with our current strength, we can’t even step into Jade Pool.” Duan Feng suddenly let out a short, bitter laugh. “To put it bluntly, we can’t even leave Patriarch’s Small World.” “Why bother?” Zhen He said flatly, his voice cold. Yet, his eyes had lost all their usual sharpness and brightness. “Might as well accept we’re just a bunch of useless losers.” A gust of wind blew past. The sound of boots lightly stepping on the ground caught their attention. They looked up to find someone already standing in front of them. It was none other than the Patriarch, Chen Huaian. “Patriarch, why are you here?” Xu An blinked in surprise, then gave a bitter smile. “Didn’t Pavilion Master say no one is allowed to see us three losers...?” “Su Qinian? That brat isn’t worth sh*t.” Chen Huaian folded his hands behind his back and sneered. “Who’s bigger? The Pavilion Master or the Patriarch? I want to see you three, who’s going to stop me? Is he going to yell at me? Draw his sword against me? Huh?” The three disciples exchanged glances. Indeed, he wouldn’t dare. The Pavilion Master was only at Divine Transformation completion. Even if he broke through to Unity Stage, he wasn’t even a hair’s match for the Patriarch, who was at the Fifth Stage of Void Fusion. And... they were jealous. This was the authority that came with absolute strength. If they had power surpassing Jade Pool, would Jade Pool dare capture their Senior Sister? “Patriarch! Our strength is too weak to save Senior Sister. If you’re willing to help, I, Zhen He, will be your slave, your servant!” Zhen He dropped to his knees, practically smashing his forehead against the cold stone floor with a dull thud. “Enough, this Venerable has no shortage of slaves and servants.” Chen Huaian raised his hand, lifting Zhen He up and shook his head. “Yue girl won’t be in danger for a while. Jade Pool needs her Five-Element Perfect Physique and those Top-Grade or even Celestial-Grade Primordial Heaven-Mending Pills. And that missing Profound Water Spiritual Root isn’t easy to find. Do you think Top-Grade or Celestial-Grade Pills are so easy to refine?” “But, what if...” Zhen He asked anxiously. “There is no ‘what if.’” Chen Huaian’s face grew serious. “This Venerable will not allow a ‘what if’ to happen.” Every day now, the first thing he did after coming online was to calculate if a new Profound Water Spiritual Root had appeared. Once it did, he would strike immediately, determined to snatch it into the Small World before Jade Pool could. “Then, Patriarch... are we just supposed to sit here and watch, unable to do anything?” Xu An raised his head, staring into Chen Huaian’s eyes, red and dry, like embers after a fire. He was searching for an answer. Or maybe, just something to keep him from collapsing. “What you need to do is train well.” Chen Huaian turned to gaze at the overcast sky, his cold voice slowly drifting down: “Because one day, this Venerable will lead you all to storm the Holy Land. By then, don’t come crying to me if your fists aren’t strong enough and you get beaten into the ground by Jade Pool’s disciples!” Storm the Holy Land. Xu An trembled. The embers in his eyes burst into flames, his clenched fists turning bone-white. Suddenly, he threw himself to the ground, slamming his head down and shouted hoarsely, “I beg the Patriarch to help me!” Zhen He and Duan Feng also knelt and bowed. “We beg the Patriarch to help us!” Chen Huaian laughed. In the eyes of the three Sword Pavilion core disciples, he finally saw their fighting spirit rekindled. Searᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “You are Sword Pavilion disciples, and I, as the Patriarch, naturally will help you!” “Xu An — originally a Grade-Three Dantian with a Single Metal Spiritual Root. Now that your Dantian has recovered, this Venerable grants you a Molten Gold Spiritual Root and a set of Sword Bones. As for your Spiritual Origin Physique... you’ll retrieve it yourself!” “Zhen He — originally a Grade-Four Dantian with a Single Fire Spiritual Root. This Venerable grants you a True Fire Spiritual Root and a set of Sword Bones. Your Innate Sword Body, you’ll take it back yourself!” “Duan Feng — originally a Grade-Three Dantian with a Single Earth Spiritual Root. This Venerable grants you a Later Earth Spiritual Root and a set of Sword Bones. Your Scarlet Heart Dao Physique, likewise... get it back yourself!” Chen Huaian’s hands glowed with golden light as he placed them atop each disciple’s head. Clang—! The autumn wind was bleak, and within the Sword Tomb, countless flying swords trembled and rang out in unison. Even the spirits of the past Sword Pavilion disciples bore witness to this moment. An immortal blessing, a lifelong bond. ... ...

Chapter 270: An Immortal's Blessing

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