usatvline Chapter 221 Resentful Encounter: Jade Locks and Golden Shackles (Part 1)
Chapter 221 Resentful Encounter: Jade Locks and Golden Shackles (Part 1)
Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin.
Streaks of sword light converged into a river of swords that stretched across the heavens and earth.
Like countless streams flowing into the sea.
All the immortal swords were not forced or taken away, but left their masters voluntarily, like devout pilgrims who, even with the resolve to destroy themselves, resolutely travel thousands of miles to answer the call from Fengdu.
Such a thrilling scene is probably every sword cultivator's "ultimate fantasy"!
From the moment I first took up my sword, who hasn't heard of such a unique skill that allows me to command the swords of all under heaven and make the ways of the world yield to me?
In the prime of youth, when everyone is carefree and unrestrained, who hasn't dreamed that one day, they themselves will unleash this supreme divine power under the spotlight?
However, most people, until their physical and mental energy is completely worn away, until their hands can no longer hold a sword, may not even be qualified to try.
"Wow..."
Someone exclaimed, "Truly, heroes have emerged from among the young throughout history!"
At the boundary between Yin and Yang, a cacophony of ghostly wails and howls filled the air. The cultivators who had traveled from afar all looked up at the sky and showered the area with praise.
The second senior brother wanted to slap them both, "Stop watching! Set up the formation! Kill the ghosts! You guys should put in some effort too!"
Everyone was jolted awake and quickly grabbed their weapons, plunging back into the melee. At this point, those who were used to wielding knives, hammers, clubs, alchemists, talisman drawers, and formation makers were much more at ease than those who preferred swords, at least they had their divine weapons in hand and hadn't been borrowed!
Without their swords, sword cultivators suffer a significant loss of strength. How many people in this world are proficient in all eighteen weapons and know all thirty-two magic arts? It's already quite an achievement if one can do one thing well in their entire life!
Most sword cultivators are not very proficient in anything other than swordsmanship, so they can only fight wildly with their bare hands.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Huh? I think I can sense my sword again? It seems to want to come back???"
After he spoke, many sword cultivators realized they shared the same feeling and all looked up at the sky—
Sure enough, Yuan Che ran into trouble!
The young man, caught in the vortex of spiritual energy, held the Release of Calamity in his hand, clenching his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
The immortal swords he had summoned gradually ceased to obey his will and began to collide and clash with each other. Dozens of swords at the edge of the sword formation lost control, either turning back or falling to the ground.
Ultimately, he was being a bit too arrogant.
"This kid's cultivation level isn't high enough; his strength hasn't reached that level yet. He's pushing himself too hard..."
"If only we had a Tribulation Transcending stage expert to keep things in order!"
"What a joke! They're already at the Tribulation Transcending stage, who would still be wandering around like that? Wouldn't that be asking for a lightning strike?"
"That's right! Not everyone is like that...that street thug from the Taiji Hall?!"
The second senior brother was worried. Although he was not a sword cultivator and did not have a deep understanding of swordsmanship, he knew that "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" was far beyond Yuan Che's current cultivation level.
He leaped into the air, trying to get closer, but was forced back by the chaotic spiritual vortex around Yuan Che. He could only shout to communicate: "If it really doesn't work, then let's back off! We'll think of another way!"
“There’s no other way…” Yuan Che’s voice was soft, as if he were only talking to himself.
If all else fails, he will have no choice but to sacrifice himself to the sword!
From the very beginning, he had this plan in mind and never thought about backing down or failing, which is why he unleashed his ultimate move right from the start!
Just as the sword formation was about to collapse, a sword light, as fleeting as a shadow, came from the sky—
Frost!
Yuan Che's eyes widened, and a hand landed on his back. He subconsciously turned around to look, but was stiffened by the surge of spiritual energy that suddenly flooded his body. Mei Shiyu's stern and heart-wrenching voice rang out: "You've taken too much risks!"
The situation was completely reversed at that moment.
The vast sword intent of Qing Shuang spread out, like a raging storm suddenly rising on a boundless sea, enough to swallow up all the scattered and swaying ships.
Those restless, struggling, and rebellious immortal swords are just like small boats floating on the sea. In the face of a tsunami, their own sails are useless, and they can only be swept along, going wherever the wind blows.
Each immortal sword displays an instinctive, irresistible awe and obedience.
They are no longer "pilgrimages".
Rather, they completely surrendered.
Although Qing Shuang was a little unhappy.
At this moment, it was not controlled by Mei Shiyu, but was "lent" to Yuan Che. The Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin was initiated by Yuan Che. He was the initiator and the terminator. From beginning to end, no matter what went wrong along the way, he alone had to bear the consequences.
Mei Shiyu couldn't replace him. If she kicked him out directly and took over herself, he would definitely suffer a severe backlash. Therefore, she could only indirectly help him by transferring spiritual power.
No matter how unwilling Qing Shuang was, there was nothing she could do. Mei Shiyu was very insistent on making it one of the "ten thousandths" of the summoned immortal swords. It used its power to make its "little brothers" obedient, but at the same time, it had no choice but to lead them to follow Yuan Che's will.
The phrase "all swords return to their origin" actually carries a hint of "discipline".
All the immortal swords involved will have their independent consciousness suppressed, and their own spirituality will be weakened accordingly. Otherwise, they would not have temporarily "betrayed" their masters and obeyed the commands of others.
Qing Shuang was the most stubborn among them.
She has a bit of a temper.
But gradually, it became obedient...
Just then.
Yuan Che realized that the spiritual energy that was continuously supplied to him from behind had suddenly disappeared!
"Focus! Don't think about anything else!"
Mei Shiyu left him with only this last sentence.
He dared not be distracted.
The next moment, swords rained down!
Thousands upon thousands of immortal swords, moving at incredible speed, poured down from the sky, piercing into the surging, roaring tide of ghosts...
Like boiling water poured on snow.
Before those hideous ghosts could even let out a scream, they were pierced through by countless sword shadows and turned into dust.
At that very moment, Mei Shiyu was swept out of the sword formation by the violent turbulence!
The Yin-Yang Curse reappears.
He no longer has spiritual power protecting him...
Mei Shiyu couldn't help but sigh.
Why is he so unlucky?!
He had originally planned to support his disciple, but at the crucial moment, he suddenly felt his spiritual energy was not flowing smoothly. When he touched the back of his neck, he found that a small patch of skin was already burning hot. He was in the center of the sword formation and had been tense the whole time, so he hadn't noticed it in time.
Fortunately, he acted decisively and poured more than half of his spiritual power into Yuan Che in a short time. It was thanks to Yuan Che's "sacred body" that he was able to withstand the strain; otherwise, he would have been burst long ago!
With the spiritual energy supply cut off, Mei Shiyu was naturally thrown out, like a withered leaf hanging alone on a treetop in late autumn. It wouldn't take much of a gust of wind to carry him into the sky and blow him to the ends of the earth!
Mei Shiyu has a small complaint.
He simply accepted his unlucky fate.
There's nothing I can do if you don't accept it...
He thought to himself, at worst I'll fall into some ravine and hurt my back, and then I won't be able to get up for a long time...
To my surprise, he was actually caught!
Good news, you didn't fall.
Bad news, the Dividing Sword!
Mei Shiyu was taken aback. "How could it be you? You lied to me last time..."
“I’m sorry,” the sword spirit said politely, “as the saying goes, a gentleman can be deceived by his principles.”
"But can't it be done by going against the proper way?!" Mei Shiyu frowned. "You're really good at making excuses!"
The sword spirit said, "When did I try to argue? Do you really want to see your master's sword fall into Li Tingyun's hands, to be humiliated and manipulated by him?"
"Your master didn't even repay his own karmic debts for your sake, dragging himself through the tribulation with a body full of karmic burdens, so how could he fail?"
"And you, not only do you not care about your master, but you also wholeheartedly favor Li Tingyun. Have you swallowed your conscience?"
Mei Shiyu asked, "Master, for my sake, you're even refusing to repay your own karmic debts. What does that mean? Explain yourself!"
"What's the point of saying all this now? The person is dead, so let's not talk about it anymore."
"Who exactly are you? The other day you said that my master had a junior brother, were you referring to yourself?"
"Let me remind you, what you should be asking right now is where I'm taking you, not all this nonsense, don't you think?"
Sword Spirit chuckled and asked, "You only know how to worry about others, but you don't know how to protect yourself. That kind of personality is a real disadvantage... That brat Li Tingyun must have bullied you quite a bit, right?"
Mei Shiyu was disgusted by the inexplicable "pity" in his words.
"So, where are you taking me?!"
"Look down."
Down below, Mei Shiyu saw a sea of red apricots like clouds.
A medical clinic?!
Why are you here???
"You'll see when you go down..."
The sword spirit's voice was ethereal and otherworldly.
With a single flip, Fenjing Sword threw Mei Shiyu down!
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
His body crashed to the ground.
At the same time, Fenjing's sword pierced his heart, pinning him there firmly!
Mei Shiyu's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Even though the sword spirit was full of nonsense and a habitual liar, he was right about one thing: Mei Shiyu really didn't know how to protect himself, and he always seemed so ignorant about this matter.
Just like right now.
It wasn't until a large hole was pierced in his chest that Mei Shiyu dared to be certain that the spirit of the Fenjing Sword was an enemy, not a friend, and definitely not a benevolent being!
Before this, he only had doubts and hesitations, feeling that the sword spirit was neither entirely good nor entirely evil, and could neither be completely trusted nor completely distrusted... As for whether it was good or evil, he did not want to make a hasty conclusion. After all, the Dividing Scene Sword was his master's only divine weapon in his lifetime, and a token of the successive sect leaders of the Dao Xuan Sect!
He thought that even if there was something wrong with the sword, it wouldn't be used to harm him in some way!
Holding onto this naive idea, when he was pierced through the chest by a sword, his strongest feeling was not pain, but disbelief.
"You're going to kill me???"
"No, I only need to borrow one thing from you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mei Shiyu suddenly felt a sharp pain, far beyond what a sword piercing his chest could feel. He felt as if his primordial spirit had been cleaved in two!
The physical pain was actually delayed.
What Blade & Soul wants is half of Mei Shiyu's primordial spirit!
Only half.
Therefore, it needs to be cut open...
How could he not know what the primordial spirit is?
That is something a million times more subtle and sensitive than the physical body!
The senses are amplified to the extreme during the plum rain season.
It was a feeling that could not be compared to physical pain. He seemed to hear his own consciousness, his spiritual platform, his Dao heart... everything was being etched with deep sword marks, crumbling inch by inch, falling apart.
What happened after that is not in his memory.
Because his mind was completely in a state of chaos!
Almost nothing.
If someone were a mortal and had half their soul taken away, they would either be insane or foolish.
Similarly, with half of his primordial spirit removed, he became confused and ignorant of the ways of the world.
The sword, Fenjing, was drawn, its blade dripping with blood.