Chapter 51: Another Hidden Old Monster

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Chapter 51: Another Hidden Old Monster A young master unparalleled, his sword intent piercing the heavens. Everyone was left speechless, stunned by the radiant full moon. Wu Duantian staggered to his feet, unable to hide his shock. The Qingxuan Sword in Daoist Qingxuan’s hands trembled slightly. Deep within the Qingyun Sect’s mountain range, inside a secluded hidden paradise, an elderly woman with long white hair sat in meditation. Suddenly, her brows furrowed. Li Qingran gazed at the moonlight in a daze. Within that luminous moon, someone danced with their sword, wild and uninhibited. "The bright moon rises over Tianshan, drifting above the boundless sea of clouds—!" A mystical voice echoed within the moonlight. It resonated clearly, yet did not feel intrusive. Instead, it bewitched the soul, drawing all who heard it into an intoxicating trance. The sword dance within the moon was ethereal, like a dream, with streaks of cold light shooting forth, piercing through the sea of clouds. Suddenly, the sword's momentum shifted—swift as a raging thunderstorm! The voice laughed freely, its ethereal tone carrying through the night: "The long wind sweeps ten thousand miles, blowing past the Jade Gate Pass—!" "Condense—!" High in the sky, sword intent surged like a rising mountain peak. The figure dancing in the moonlight halted, lifting the sword in hand. Then, with a casual downward slash— Clang! The sea of clouds split apart. The world cleared, and the moonlight intensified. But along with the brilliance came an overwhelming killing intent. Wu Duantian’s heart pounded violently. His face turned deathly pale as he frantically shouted to those around him: “Not good! Hurry and stabilize the Sect’s Grand Formation! Evacuate all disciples from the plaza immediately!” When that mysterious cultivator first appeared, he only seemed to be at Nascent Soul Perfection, so Wu Duantian hadn’t taken him too seriously. He figured that even if Daoist Qingxuan was outmatched, he could still hold out for a while, and in the worst case, the other elders could step in. But who could have expected that the moment the man unleashed his sword technique, just the sword intent alone had already sent chills through Wu Duantian’s entire body? Was this man a reclusive elder from Sword Pavilion?! To wield such a terrifying sword technique— Everyone knew that most cultivators used swords, but true sword cultivators were extremely rare and difficult to cultivate. Yet for those who did succeed, their sheer destructive power was unmatched in the entire Cangyun Realm. There was no more time to think. The sword had already fallen— Straight toward Daoist Qingxuan. The icy moonlight fused seamlessly with the razor-sharp sword intent. From a distance, the sword still seemed tangible. But as it drew near, everything in sight was engulfed in a blinding silver-white radiance. Daoist Qingxuan gripped his sword tightly, unable to distinguish whether the brilliance before him was moonlight or sword light. Surrounded from all sides, with no way to evade, he gritted his teeth and unleashed his strongest move— Lesser Non-Phase Sword Style – Grasping the Galaxy. The Qingxuan Sword flared up with starlight, dazzling and radiant. This should have been a mighty strike, powerful beyond compare— Yet within the vast moonlight, it seemed laughably feeble. A single spark could ignite a prairie fire. But under the brilliance of a full moon, a mere starlight could only be swallowed and dissolved. The full moon vanished. The Qingyun Sect Plaza was riddled with countless sword holes, the density increasing toward the center. Daoist Qingxuan, covered in blood, barely remained standing, using his sword to support himself. The Qingxuan Sword, his companion for over a century, was now riddled with cracks, just like his body—so fragile that even the slightest movement might cause it to shatter completely. A beam of moonlight descended behind him. Chen Huai’an stepped out of the fading moonlight. He didn’t even spare a glance at the bloodied figure kneeling at the center of the plaza. Instead, he strode forward—toward Lu Changtian. "Will you do it yourself, or shall I do it for you?" Lu Changtian looked up at Chen Huai’an, his face growing even paler. His throat bobbed as he struggled to respond: “I-I’ll do it myself…” Spiritual Qi surged in reverse. With a muffled bang, Lu Changtian clutched his dantian, collapsing to the ground in agonizing pain, writhing uncontrollably. His sharp screams echoed across the plaza. Daoist Qingxuan's body trembled. He tried to stand, struggled twice, but ultimately collapsed back into the pool of blood. "Debts must be paid to their rightful owner." Chen Huai’an turned to face Mu Baishuang, his golden slit pupils exuding only cold indifference. The delicate young girl now looked at him like a terrified deer, her entire body trembling. Her lips quivered, and tears welled in her eyes, making her seem utterly pitiful—like she could be shattered with just a single touch. But as for Chen Huai’an— A single bead of sweat dripped from his temple. [Mu Baishuang – Female – 347 years old – Mid Nascent Soul Stage (Self-Sealed) – Born with Enchanting Bones] Two bad news. First—this was a top-tier, hidden old monster. Second—he had burned through all his energy just to act cool. The two stared at each other in silence for a moment. Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chen Huai’an slowly spoke: “Hand over Li Qingran’s Water Spiritual Root.” “Senior, I…” “Will you hand it over, or not?” Staring into those murderous golden eyes, Mu Baishuang gritted her teeth, carefully weighing her options. If she refused, she would have to break her self-imposed seal and fight this sword demon. Not only would she expose her identity, but if he still had any residual strength, wouldn’t she just be throwing herself to death? She had to survive to aid her master. She couldn’t reveal her identity. And in the end, a mere Water Spiritual Root was useless to her master, and she had no attachment to it. “…I’ll give it to you.” Mu Baishuang feigned a pitiful expression, tilting her head slightly to expose her fair, slender neck. She let out a sorrowful sigh, her delicate face streaked with fresh tears. “Senior, you may take it yourself.” No wonder she was born with Enchanting Bones. Chen Huai’an was speechless. [Select the Spiritual Root to extract:] Single Water Spiritual Root (from Li Qingran)Earth-Wood Dual Spiritual Root (from Yang Tian) Holy sh*t! Chen Huai’an’s mind screamed. He had no idea how this demon girl managed to hide previously stolen Spiritual Roots from Daoist Qingxuan— But now? Opportunity knocks only once. He selected both. Two lights flared from Mu Baishuang’s abdomen. Chen Huai’an reached out and—without encountering any resistance—plunged his hand straight into her body, pulling out both glowing orbs and stuffing them into his inventory. At the same time, he shot Mu Baishuang a knowing look. Mu Baishuang was stunned. The pain of losing her Spiritual Roots was nothing compared to the sheer fear and horror seizing her heart. She had hidden her identity perfectly—no one should have seen through her! Yet this man… knew? He didn’t expose her. Why? Could it be—he was also… a demonic cultivator?! Her mind spiraled into chaos. She lifted her gaze, intending to confirm something in Chen Huai’an’s expression— But by then, he had already turned away, walking toward Li Qingran. … Enemies defeated. Vengeance taken. Loot secured. Mana exhausted. It was time to flee. But just as he passed Daoist Qingxuan— A cane struck the ground. Boom—! A crippling pressure swept across the plaza. Chen Huai’an’s pupils contracted. An elderly woman in white robes silently stood beside the fallen Daoist Qingxuan. And around them—every Late Nascent Soul cultivator had knelt. The Qingyun Sect fell into absolute silence.

Chapter 51: Another Hidden Old Monster

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