The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 469 Dust - Settled

Under the combined attack of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the shadow of the demon finally dissipated, turning into dust all over the sky and being blown away in all directions by the strong wind. The suffocating pressure faded away in an instant, but the murderous aura in the air was still as strong as ever.

Liu Yan'er staggered back. She had carefully planned everything, thinking that she could completely destroy Yun Yao and Ling Xian Sect with the power of the Blood Demon Sect and the Ancient Demon God, but she didn't expect that she would still fail. At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and her originally beautiful face was distorted and hideous. The hatred in her eyes was like a materialized poisonous sting, shooting straight at Yun Yao.

Yun Yao stood with a sword in hand, the Ice Soul Sword humming and trembling, the blade flashing with cold light, as if announcing victory. She stood tall, and although her clothes were torn and bloodstained, she looked like a god of war emerging at dawn, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. The tip of the sword was firmly against Liu Yan'er's throat, and a slight push would take her life. Yun Yao raised her head slightly, her eyes as cold as frost: "You lose."

Liu Yan'er seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. Her neck was pressed against the tip of the sword, but she was not afraid at all. Instead, she let out a sharp and piercing laugh: "Lose? How could I lose! I have planned for so long and put in so much effort, why does everything change when you come!" Her voice became hoarse with anger and unwillingness, and her roar resounded throughout the world that had just experienced a fierce battle.

Yun Yao frowned slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She felt sorry for Liu Yan'er's stubbornness and tired of all the past entanglements. "Liu Yan'er, you chose the wrong path from the beginning. You were full of jealousy, blinded by hatred, and you did whatever it took. But in the end, what did you get?"

Liu Yan'er stared at Yun Yao with resentment and said with gritted teeth: "Why do you always win? In terms of background, I am no worse than you; in terms of cultivation talent, I have been highly praised since I was a child. How can you, an outsider, be so successful in this world of cultivation and take away everything that should belong to me!" She clenched her fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, blood dripping through her fingers, but she didn't feel the pain at all.

Chu Mochen snorted coldly, took a step forward, and shook the Star Sword in his hand. The sword shone brightly, reflecting his stern face: "Because justice will prevail. You colluded with the devil cultivators, harmed your fellow disciples, and attempted to subvert the sect. Such evil deeds are intolerable to heaven. Yun Yao has a righteous heart. Every step she takes is to protect and for the peace of this world. There is a world of difference between you and her."

Yun Yao sighed and put away her sword. She didn't want to argue too much with Liu Yan'er. In today's battle, countless people were killed and injured. Both the disciples of Lingxian Sect and the demon cultivators of Xuesha Sect paid a heavy price for this battle. Her heart was full of compassion, and she looked at Liu Yan'er with a little more pity: "Forget it, I don't want to entangle with you anymore. I will spare your life today and let the sect deal with you." As she said that, she waved her sleeves, and an ice-blue spiritual power surged out, instantly sealing Liu Yan'er in an ice coffin. The ice coffin was crystal clear, and Liu Yan'er was trapped in it, unable to move, and could only continue to stare at Yun Yao with her eyes full of hatred.

After dealing with Liu Yan'er, Yun Yao looked around and saw the devastation everywhere. The once beautiful Lingxian Sect was now in ruins and filled with smoke. On the martial arts field, large and small pits could be seen everywhere, which were traces left by the spiritual power explosion; most of the disciples' residences had collapsed into ruins, and some blood-stained clothes and weapons could be seen among the broken bricks and tiles. The surviving disciples were either seriously injured and supported each other to heal their wounds; or looked sad and searched for the remains of their fellow disciples in the ruins.

Yun Yao felt bitter in her heart and her eyes were red. She taught these disciples to practice or to carry out missions together. They were like brothers and sisters. Now seeing them like this, her heart was like being stabbed by thousands of needles. She took a deep breath, suppressed her grief, and shouted loudly: "My fellow disciples, although we suffered heavy losses in today's battle, we finally defended the sect. Don't be discouraged, treat the wounded first, clean up the battlefield, and we will definitely rebuild the Lingxian Sect and restore it to its former glory!"

When the disciples heard this, they all raised their heads, with hope in their eyes. They all responded in unison: "We will follow the orders of Senior Sister Yunyao!" Then, they took action. Some cast healing spells to stop bleeding and heal the wounded; some used spiritual power to move bricks and stones and clear the road; others formed teams to go out and look for usable supplies. For a while, the entire Lingxian Sect was busy but orderly.

Chu Mochen walked to Yun Yao and gently held her hand, wanting to comfort her. His hand was broad and warm, with a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, which dispelled the chill on Yun Yao's fingertips: "Yun Yao, don't be too sad. With you here, Lingxian Sect will definitely get better and better."

Yun Yao turned to look at Chu Mochen. His clothes were also torn, his hair was a little messy, and his face was covered with dust and blood, but his deep eyes were always firm and gentle. In this war, he fought side by side with her, sharing life and death. Every time in danger, he always rushed to the front without hesitation to block the fatal blow for her. Thinking of the past, Yun Yao felt a warm current in her heart, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back, rolling down: "Chu Mochen, thank you. If you hadn't been with me all the time, I really don't know what I should do today. There have been too many difficulties and obstacles along the way, and it was you who gave me strength and made me never think of giving up."

Chu Mochen raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Yun Yao's cheek. His fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of heartache: "Silly girl, why thank you? You and I have been one for a long time. Your business is my business. Besides, if it weren't for you, I don't know when my dusty heart would see the light of day again. It's you who made me understand what protection is and what love is."

The two looked into each other's eyes, and a thousand words were expressed in this affectionate gaze. At this moment, there was no need to say more, as they both understood each other's feelings. The hustle and bustle around them seemed to fade away, and it seemed as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.

It took Yun Yao a long time to come back to her senses. She gently broke free from Chu Mochen's hand, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Okay, now there are still many things waiting for us to do." As she said that, she walked towards a disciple who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, squatted down, a soft blue light appeared in her palms, and she slowly injected spiritual power into the disciple's body to help stabilize his injuries.

Chu Mochen looked at Yun Yao's busy back, smiled slightly, and joined the team to treat the wounded. He used the Star Sword Technique to cut the herbs with sword energy, made healing potions, and distributed them to the injured disciples. Seeing the two heroes doing this personally, the masters and disciples were moved and worked harder.

As time went by, the sky gradually darkened. Under the cover of night, countless bonfires were lit in Lingxian Sect. The disciples sat around the bonfires, either exchanging their experiences of today's battles or missing their fellow disciples who had passed away. The atmosphere was solemn but also a bit warm.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen sat by the main campfire, surrounded by dry food and water found in the storehouse. Although the two were exhausted, they had no appetite. Yun Yao looked at the jumping flames, and her thoughts drifted away: "Chu Mochen, do you think today's battle is just the beginning? Although the Blood Demon Sect has been seriously injured, there is no guarantee that it will not make a comeback; and the mysterious ancient demon god, although it is only a remnant soul, is so difficult to deal with. If its body revives, what should we do?"

Chu Mochen frowned and added a piece of wood to the campfire, sparks flying: "You are right. The Blood Demon Sect has wolfish ambitions. After being frustrated today, they will not give up. As for the ancient demon god, its existence is indeed a huge hidden danger. We must improve our strength as soon as possible and find a way to restrain it."

Yun Yao nodded, a look of determination flashed in her eyes: "Well, I still need to comprehend the skills that the system rewarded me before. Especially the "Taixu Sword Controlling Technique". If I can master it, my strength will definitely be improved. What about you, have you gained any new insights into the Star Sword?"

Chu Mochen gently stroked the Star Sword in his hand, and the starlight on the sword flickered slightly: "Fighting side by side with you today, I have gained a little more experience in the use of star power. This Star Sword has been with me for many years. In every battle, it is like my arm, helping me kill countless enemies. I believe that as I grow up in the future, it will shine even brighter."

As the two were talking, a young disciple came running over with a storage bag in his hand: "Senior Sister Yunyao, Senior Brother Chu Mochen, this is what we found when we were cleaning up the battlefield. It seems to be some confidential items of the Blood Demon Sect. I came here to give it to you two."

Yun Yao took the storage bag and probed into it with her spiritual consciousness. Her expression changed slightly. "There are secret symbols of contact from the Blood Demon Sect, and some letters about their collusion with other forces. It seems that the forces behind the Blood Demon Sect are far more complicated than we imagined."

Chu Mochen took the letter and read it carefully, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Humph, they dared to secretly communicate with the Demon Cultivator Alliance and attempted to subvert the structure of the cultivation world. This information is extremely important. We must report it to the sect leaders as soon as possible so that they can take precautions early."

Yun Yao stood up and dusted herself off: "There is no time to lose, let's go now." With that, the two of them walked towards the sect's main hall together.

The lights were bright in the hall. The headmaster and several elders were sitting together, discussing post-war reconstruction. Seeing Yun Yao and Chu Mochen coming in, the headmaster nodded slightly: "You are here, what's the matter?"

Yun Yao stepped forward, took out the items in the storage bag one by one, and placed them on the table: "Master, these are the secrets of the Blood Demon Sect that we found when we were cleaning up the battlefield. Judging from these letters, they are closely connected with the Demon Cultivator Alliance, and there seem to be other forces behind them supporting them. We need to make plans early."

When several elders heard this, their faces changed drastically, and they picked up the letter to check. The head of the sect looked more and more solemn. He slowly stood up, paced and pondered for a moment, and then said: "This matter is of great importance. The Blood Demon Sect suffered a defeat this time, and they should not dare to make any big moves in the short term, but we must use this time to strengthen the sect's defense and unite with other righteous sects to fight against foreign enemies. Yun Yao, Chu Mochen, you two have made great contributions today, go back and have a good rest first, and the sect will make arrangements for the follow-up matters."

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other and bowed to leave. After leaving the hall, the night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness. Yun Yao tightened her collar, but her heart was like a mess. Today's battle seemed to be over, but in fact it was just the beginning of a bigger storm. The road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, but she had no fear in her heart. As long as Chu Mochen was by her side and as long as he could protect everything she cherished, she would go on without hesitation.

After returning to her residence, Yun Yao washed up and sat on the futon, ready to comprehend the "Taixu Sword Technique". She closed her eyes and concentrated, mobilized her spiritual power, and guided the spiritual power to flow through her meridians according to the formula of the technique. As the spiritual power circulated, a series of exquisite sword moves gradually emerged in her mind, as if an invisible swordsman was demonstrating it to her in person.

Chu Mochen sat aside, quietly watching Yun Yao practice. He held a jade pendant in his hand, which he had picked up on the battlefield today. There were some ancient runes engraved on the jade pendant. He felt that this jade pendant might have some connection with Yun Yao's life experience. But seeing that Yun Yao was concentrating on practicing, he temporarily suppressed his doubts and planned to discuss it with her after she finished practicing.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually brightened. Yun Yao slowly opened her eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in her eyes. After a night of practice, she had a preliminary understanding of the "Taixu Sword Art". She stood up and swung the Bingpo Sword. A sharp sword energy whistled out, leaving a faint sword mark in the air.

Seeing this, Chu Mochen stood up and applauded: "Congratulations, Yunyao, it seems that you are one step closer to mastering this sword technique."

Yun Yao put away her sword and a delighted smile appeared on her face: "Thanks to the skills rewarded by the system, they are so exquisite. What about you? You haven't slept all night, but what are you studying?" As she spoke, her eyes fell on the jade pendant in Chu Mochen's hand.

Chu Mochen handed the jade pendant to Yun Yao: "I picked it up on the battlefield yesterday. I always feel that it is a little extraordinary. The runes on it seem familiar. Take a look, do you have any clues?"

Yun Yao took the jade pendant, examined it carefully, and slowly probed into it with her spiritual consciousness. Suddenly, her face changed, and a strong stream of information poured into her mind. She saw some blurry pictures, which seemed to be a great battle in ancient times. In the center of the picture, there was a woman who looked very similar to her, holding the Ice Soul Sword, fighting bravely with the demon god.

"This...what's going on?" Yun Yao muttered to herself, shocked.

Chu Mochen saw Yun Yao's expression was strange, and asked with concern: "Yun Yao, what's wrong with you? Did you find something?"

Yun Yao took a deep breath, calmed down, and told Chu Mochen what she saw. Chu Mochen was also shocked after hearing it: "It seems that this jade pendant is indeed closely related to your life experience. Perhaps, we are one step closer to the truth."

Yun Yao held the jade pendant tightly, her eyes firm: "No matter what the truth is, I will not back down. I want to become stronger, not only for myself, but also for everyone I care about in this world."

Chu Mochen held Yun Yao's hand and nodded, "I will always be with you to unravel these layers of mystery together."

The two smiled at each other, facing the rising sun, and took a new step. The road ahead might be full of thorns, but they held hands tightly, and the faith in their hearts was like a blazing fire that would never go out.