The Invincible Loser's Counterattack System: The Invincible Loser's Counterattack System, #9

By Hou Ji Xian Ren

Zhou Fei, known as "the number one failure of Chang'an" at the academy in the great Tang Dynasty's Chang'an, is actually a young man with a special identity and background. After accidentally acquiring a "failure system," he miraculously embarked on the path to becoming a top master, despite originally being unable to cultivate.

Facing challenges from academy teachers and ridicule from the nobility's children, Zhou Fei handles them with ease, demonstrating his extraordinary strength. An unexpected lodging crisis further allowed him to reveal his unique treasures and extraordinary methods, making his image of a failure even more mysterious.

How will Zhou Fei, with the failure system, rise against the odds to become a top master among the elites in the academy, continuing his legendary journey?

I refuse the path through the mountain of books, and I won't sail the endless sea of learning. Being such a failure already, why must I be transformed into a supreme master?
 

 

 

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"High Priest, Huo Zongrui requests an audience," a Voice of Life and Death Hall official whispered outside the palanquin.

 Chu Weirui hummed in response.

 The official turned around, and moments later, led Huo Zongrui over.

 "Subordinate Huo Zongrui, greets the Seven Kills Priest."

 Even as the supreme commander of the allied forces, Huo Zongrui could only present himself as a subordinate in the presence of a Temple High Priest.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zhou Yan
• Release date: May 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224745555

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Chapter 481: Immortal Descends from the Heavens

High Priest, Huo Zongrui requests an audience, a Voice of Life and Death Hall official whispered outside the palanquin.

Chu Weirui hummed in response.

The official turned around, and moments later, led Huo Zongrui over.

Subordinate Huo Zongrui, greets the Seven Kills Priest.

Even as the supreme commander of the allied forces, Huo Zongrui could only present himself as a subordinate in the presence of a Temple High Priest.

However, he harbored no discontent.

After all, the alliance was operating under the Temple’s orders, and among the High Priests, Chu Weirui held the highest position in this campaign. She surpassed the other Hall High Priests in both strength and other aspects.

More importantly, Huo Zongrui was personally promoted by Chu Weirui, who had shown him great favor.

What matter do you bring? Chu Weirui’s voice came through the curtain, carrying an almost ethereal quality.

High Priest, there has been a change in the weather, said Huo Zongrui.

A change in the weather? Chu Weirui’s voice took on a slight change, followed by the curtains automatically drawing aside. Chu Weirui stepped out from the palanquin and looked up at the sky: Indeed, there is a problem.

Huo Zongrui said, Suddenly, clouds have obscured the sun in a clear sky. I fear there may be a master lying in ambush ahead, so I wish to request the High Priest to send a few monks to investigate.

Chu Weirui turned to the official and instructed, Take some people with you and check along the way. Be thorough and don’t overlook any detail.

Understood! the official replied, then gestured to a few attendants: You and you, go that way. You follow him to the other side, and find a few martial arts experts to go ahead. Make sure to inspect carefully; no details should be missed.

Huo Zongrui quietly sighed in relief and bowed, saying, Thank you, Priest, for your assistance.

Chu Weirui continued to gaze at the sky, speaking faintly, No need to thank me, as this isn’t merely a matter concerning the military; it closely involves us cultivators as well. Now, since you are the commander of the vanguard, do not linger in the rear for too long. Return to your post. Should there be any matters in the future, simply send someone to inform me; there’s no need for you to come personally.

Understood, I shall take my leave now, Huo Zongrui bowed and withdrew.

Quietly, an official asked, High Priest, changes in the weather are common. Isn’t Huo Zongrui being overly sensitive?

During war, being overly sensitive is always better than being dull, Chu Weirui remarked. Besides, there’s indeed something amiss with the weather. Our journey so far has been unimpeded by any significant resistance, which is highly unusual.

The official, puzzled, said, The Tang Dynasty has already been frightened out of their wits. Facing our military’s momentum, they’ve lost a great deal of morale and naturally can’t mount an effective counterattack. Moreover, the organized military forces of the Tang have already been dispersed by the alliance. The remaining scattered soldiers and volunteers hardly pose a threat.

Chu Weirui coldly chuckled, Really? Yet those scattered soldiers and volunteers you speak of have halted the Qi Kingdom’s advance in the Southern Territory. Among the six nations, Qi possesses the greatest strength. If they couldn’t swiftly defeat those scattered forces, why do you think they would be easy to bully?

The official began to sweat, My remarks were improper. Please punish me as you see fit, High Priest.

Do you think a punishment is warranted simply for speaking out of turn? In your eyes, am I a tyrant? Chu Weirui said indifferently.

I deserve death; I deserve death, the official knelt down with a clatter, sweat streaming profusely, quickly soaking his collar.

Chu Weirui paid him no attention, continuing to stare at the sky, I wonder who it could be?

While others were brimming with confidence about the upcoming battles, Chu Weirui was one of the few who remained calm.

The reason was simple. Most people in the Temple had never left Garlan in their lifetimes, and even more had not set foot in the Tang Dynasty at their age.

Their understanding of the Tang Dynasty came entirely from street rumors or written records.

They didn’t truly grasp the Tang People or the terror of this millennia-old empire.

Having lived in Chang’an City for a considerable period, Chu Weirui had personally understood this country, its people, and their unyielding spirit.

The Tang People would never surrender. They would rather fight to the last person than give in.

The word surrender has never been part of the Tang People’s ethos.

Of course, not all Tang People are upright and principled; there are also shameless individuals like Zhou Fei.

In war, those who are upright and principled are actually easy to deal with—just confront them head-on.

It’s the shameless ones who pose the biggest challenge because you can never predict what methods they will use against you.

However, the situation at hand couldn’t possibly be the work of a mere individual like Zhou Fei, no matter how high his realm might be; he couldn’t change the weather.

The only ones capable of such a feat are Empyrean Ziwei, Fu Zi, and the Observatory Master.

But the Observatory Master is on our side.

Could it be him? Chu Weirui murmured.

The kneeling official also heard Chu Weirui’s murmurs, but he didn’t dare ask any questions now, fearing that saying the wrong thing again might displease the High Priest.

As for the him Chu Weirui mentioned, the official already had someone in mind.

In the current Tang Dynasty, the only practitioner of note was that person.

Perhaps to confirm Chu Weirui and the official’s speculation, the atmosphere of heaven and earth changed dramatically again. A fierce wind suddenly rose in the narrow pass, creating whirlwinds that sprung from the ground and connected to the sky like water-drawing dragons, causing the troops caught in the violent wind to be thrown into disarray.

For a moment, the entire narrow pass was filled with the sounds of people shouting and horses neighing, descending into chaos.

While Huo Zongrui was dealing with the army’s situation, Chu Weirui’s gaze remained firmly fixed on the sky.

Where exactly would he initiate his attack from?

Her eyes swept inch by inch across the sky, and suddenly, Chu Weirui noticed a cyclone distinctly different from the others. In a split second, she vanished from the palanquin and reappeared in front of this peculiar cyclone, followed immediately by a palm strike.

The surging force of her palm struck the cyclone, disintegrating it instantly.

I’ve fallen for their trap!

Chu Weirui inwardly cried out in alarm, planning to turn and retreat. However, a sharp sword intent stabbed towards her from behind.

Chu Weirui had no time to adjust. She could only continue dashing forward to avoid the sword energy.

Fortunately, although this sword energy’s momentum was fierce, it wasn’t particularly sustained. Chu Weirui successfully dodged the sneak attack and turned to face her assailant whose appearance left her astonished.

This person wasn’t the formidable expert she had anticipated but a little girl.

Chu Weirui tried to recall for a long moment before she finally remembered the little girl’s name.

Miao Miao?

This little girl holding a long sword was none other than Miao Miao from Dingjian Pavilion.

Moreover, the sword in her hand had a distinguished history.

Its Sword Spirit was the Great Wilderness’s second Sword Saint, Ye Xin, who had once been wielded by Fu Zi to slay the Divine Beast and Divine General of Heaven.

Now, Miao Miao stood in front of Chu Weirui wielding this very sword.

Without Ye Xin, Ling Zhaoyan had also become the so-called Demon King’s daughter. Dingjian Pavilion had long since ceased to exist. Plus, now that Yan Kingdom was gone, there was naturally no longer any need for Dingjian Pavilion.

Her fellow senior sisters had either returned home or married, no longer identifying themselves as disciples of Dingjian Pavilion.

The only person who still publicly called herself a disciple of Dingjian Pavilion was Miao Miao.

This sword had been given to her by Heng Lingdong.

When she handed over the sword, Heng Lingdong said to her, Junior Sister, you are excellent, far surpassing me, your senior sister. This sword is a foreign object to Master, and it’s also the symbol of Dingjian Pavilion. From now on, it’s yours.

Chapter 482: Sword and Shadow

When the Prince of Yan had decided to attack the Tang Dynasty garrison, he had paid a visit to Dingjian Pavilion.

After all, it was the only respectable academy of cultivation in Yan Kingdom. Even though Ye Xin was dead, the strength of the many female disciples remaining in Dingjian Pavilion was still fairly formidable.

However, when the Prince of Yan arrived at Dingjian Pavilion, he didn’t meet a single person.

The entire Dingjian Pavilion was desolate like a graveyard. Forget living people, there wasn’t even a ghost to be seen.

The Prince of Yan refused to give up. He ordered his subordinates to search every nook and cranny of Dingjian Pavilion, but they still found nothing.

In the end, he had no choice but to leave with regret and unwillingness.

However, what the Prince of Yan didn’t expect was that Dingjian Pavilion wasn’t actually empty. It was just that he hadn’t been able to find anyone.

The person who had stayed in Dingjian Pavilion was Miao Miao.

She had hidden in a secret chamber, quietly waiting for the Prince of Yan and his subordinates to leave.

Once everything returned to peace, Miao Miao emerged from the secret chamber and continued her daily lessons.

After finishing her studies, Miao Miao began to sweep the floor.

She was single-handedly taking care of everything, and it was very tiring, but she didn’t complain.

However, she was a little lonely.

In truth, Miao Miao didn’t know how long she could keep this up, but she simply told herself to hold on for one more day. Maybe one day the clouds would part and she would see the bright moon.

And this day that Miao Miao was waiting for didn’t take long to arrive.

Half a month ago, Dingjian Pavilion welcomed a special guest:

Qinglian, the second teacher of the Academy.

Come with me, said Qinglian.

Where to? asked Miao Miao, holding her long sword.

To kill, said Qinglian.

I won’t kill, replied Miao Miao.

There’s always a first time for everything, said Qinglian. Killing isn’t difficult. With the sword in your hand, you can kill anyone in the world.

Teacher thinks too highly of me, said Miao Miao.

Don’t underestimate yourself. The sword in your hand was once used by my master to kill Divine Generals and Divine Beasts. Not to mention, your teacher’s soul also resides in this sword. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it the number one divine weapon in the Great Wilderness, said Qinglian indifferently.

Miao Miao hesitated. After a moment, she repeated herself: I won’t kill.

Qinglian said, My eldest senior brother also didn’t know how to fight, but he learned.

Miao Miao fell silent again.

This time, she thought for longer, about as long as it would take an incense stick to burn.

Okay, I’ll go with you, said Miao Miao. But don’t get your hopes up too much.

Qinglian smiled. I believe in you.

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I didn’t think the person who would ultimately block me would be you, said Chu Weirui. Has that reckless little girl from Dingjian Pavilion actually become capable of fighting on her own now?

Miao Miao said, You’re only a few years older than me. Why do you insist on speaking so maturely? Didn’t you also show your naive side in Chang’an City?

Chu Weirui said, That was only to protect myself.

I don’t think so, said Miao Miao. When you encountered a critical situation, the first person you thought of was that person on the Great Wall. Only he would defy the pressure of the Divine Temple to protect you. Is this how you’re repaying him?

Chu Weirui indifferently replied, We’re all just loyal to our masters.

Then let’s see what you’ve really got, said Miao Miao, raising her long sword. I’ve long wanted to experience the mightiness of Jade Jiaolong from the Divine Temple.

Chu Weirui said, Everyone says that Sword Saint Ye Xin was a terrible teacher. Although he had many disciples, the only one who truly inherited his legacy was Ling Zhaoyan. Dingjian Pavilion may be on par with the top academies of the other Six Kingdoms in name, but when it comes to real strength, it’s far inferior. Sword Saint Ye Xin used his body to forge the sword, while Ling Zhaoyan has become the embodiment of Heaven’s Dao. Dingjian Pavilion has long since ceased to exist in anything but name. Yet you persist. I admire your spirit, but it’s a shame you’ve chosen the wrong opponent. Today, Dingjian Pavilion will be reduced to dust and history.

No more words. Take this move, said Miao Miao. She wasn’t shaken by Chu Weirui’s speech. Her long period of solitary perseverance had tempered her heart into something as firm as a rock.

Now, all she wanted was to fulfill the second teacher’s request.

She didn’t expect to be able to kill Chu Weirui, but she just wanted to hold her off to buy time for the second teacher.

That’s because there was another top-tier expert in the allied forces.

The Divine Master of Zhiyue Temple, Yue Jingyu.

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Yue Jingyu was at the very back of the allied forces.

He sat in an oxcart, his aura cold and distant, making it difficult to approach him.

The oxcart was very slow, but it was always able to keep up with the allied forces, maintaining a distance of about a mile from them.

He was also the last person to enter the pass.

The change in the sky also occurred after Yue Jingyu entered the pass.

Yue Jingyu merely glanced up without showing much emotional change.

After all, all of this was within his calculations.

The soldiers of the allied forces, including the priests and divine officials from the Divine Temple, were very optimistic about the war. In their view, the Tang people were no longer capable of organizing an effective defense, and it was only a matter of time before they reached Chang’an City.

Although Empyrean Ziwei’s surprise attack on the academy failed to destroy the core of Chang’an’s City-Protecting Great Formation and he himself was seriously injured and had to return to the Temple,

with Yue Jingyu present within the allied forces, reaching Chang’an City and subsequently destroying the core was inevitable.

After all, if the academy could stop Empyrean Ziwei, it was unlikely to stop Yue Jingyu.

Fu Zi had only so many disciples, and now they were all entangled by various masters and could not spare efforts to deal with the Divine Master.

More importantly, neither the first teacher nor the second teacher could stop or defeat the Divine Master by themselves, although they might stand a chance if they worked together.

Therefore, the outcome of this war was already determined, and no changes were expected.

But Yue Jingyu knew that the Tang people, and the academy even more so, would not submit so easily.

Even knowing they were outmatched, they would stand in the way.

Such was the spirit of the academy.

That second teacher, Qinglian, who had yet to show his face in public, must be waiting somewhere for him.

Now, he has finally appeared.

Yue Jingyu sat in the oxcart, waiting for Qinglian to visit.

However, what happened next was beyond Yue Jingyu’s expectations.

A dazzling white light streaked across the sky, its burst of energy even comparable to when Fu Zi himself had slain the Heavenly Dao Divine General with his sword.

Following that, the white light swept over the pass.

For a moment, the world fell silent, as if everyone had lost their ability to hear.

After a few breaths, a sudden change occurred.

The pass quickly expanded, as if a Zhulong dragon coiling under the earth had opened its gaping maw, madly swallowing the allied soldiers within the pass.

The shrill screams were incessant, but faced with such a terrifying natural disaster, these people were utterly powerless.

No one had expected that the Tang people’s counterattack would unfold in this manner.

The allied forces were prepared for a surprise attack from the Tang Army, whether it be arrows, rolling stones, or fire oil, but they never expected that the real counterattack would come from the pass itself.

It turned into a ferocious beast, unleashing a one-sided slaughter!

Chapter 483: The Sword Is the Blade of the Heart

What powerful sword energy!

Even as Chu Weirui, in the midst of fighting with Miao Miao in midair, could sense the sudden emergence of formidable sword energy.

As the saying goes, swords follow a nimble path while blades follow a weighty path. Throughout history, all sword techniques have followed a path of lightness and nimbleness, and few have used fierce energy to control a sword.

The reason is simple: the sword’s body is thin, and even a precious sword forged from the finest of materials would struggle to withstand the urging of excessively violent spiritual energy.

But the sword intent that had just appeared was like a force that had taken the violent path to its extreme.

Without sufficient violence, it would be impossible to tear apart the entire pass.

Of the swordsmen under the heavens who could achieve this, only three came to Chu Weirui’s mind.

Two of them were already dead, and the remaining one was named Qinglian!

The second teacher of the academy.

He had finally arrived.

I don’t have time to waste on you here. Get out of my way. Chu Weirui flicked her fingers, sending several streams of finger force towards Miao Miao.

Miao Miao brandished her sword to block them, and a series of clanging sounds rang out as the finger strikes hit the sword’s body, striking sparks.

Miao Miao had never encountered such formidable finger force before.

This Jade Jiaolong truly lived up to her reputation.

Her own strength and realm were still lacking, after all.

Second teacher, Miao Miao has done her best, but she still can’t fulfill the task you gave her. I apologize.

Chu Weirui did not kill Miao Miao, which was not her usual style. It was worth noting that Chu Weirui was quite notorious in the Divine Temple at the moment, to the point where she had become somewhat synonymous with death itself.

If anything were to displease her slightly, death would be the inevitable consequence, with no other options available.

Ruthless and merciless were the words that the people of the Divine Temple used to describe Chu Weirui.

However, in this moment, as she faced an enemy who had deliberately tried to block her, Chu Weirui was unable to bring herself to kill.

This was indeed somewhat strange.

However, anyone who knew even a little about the relationship between Miao Miao and Zhou Fei would understand why Chu Weirui would not kill Miao Miao.

After all, the person who had stayed in Chang’an City had saved Chu Weirui’s life.

Are you just going to give up?

Just when Miao Miao’s spirits were at their lowest, a voice suddenly appeared in her ear - or rather, in her mind.

Master!

Miao Miao cried out in surprise: Is that you, Master?

You are not the most talented or the quickest learner among my many disciples, but you are indeed the most steadfast in your heart. The voice continued to echo in Miao Miao’s mind.

Miao Miao burst into tears: Master, I miss you so much.

Don’t cry, don’t be afraid. Take up your sword and go! I will lend you a hand!

Miao Miao immediately stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and said: But Master... Fu Zi said that you...

Fu Zi is not all-knowing and all-powerful after all. Alright, if we talk any longer, your opponent will run away.

Miao Miao nodded, gripped the hilt of her sword once more, and shouted at Chu Weirui: Hey, I haven’t agreed to let you go yet? Stop right there.

Chu Weirui’s figure clearly faltered for a moment.

Then she turned around.

She had not expected Miao Miao to dare provoke her again.

It seemed that one could never afford to be soft-hearted on the battlefield, or it was very easy to give one’s enemy the wrong impression.

Since this girl wanted to die, she would grant her wish.

Chu Weirui was never one to hesitate.

Having spared her life earlier was already considered showing her great kindness and giving Zhou Fei plenty of face.

Since this girl was so ungrateful, she would send her to reunite with Ye Xin.

In the blink of an eye, Miao Miao charged swiftly towards Chu Weirui with her sword ready to strike.

Chu Weirui immediately responded with a palm strike.

However, to Chu Weirui’s surprise, Miao Miao’s initial attack was a feint.

From their previous battles, Chu Weirui believed she had grasped the rhythm of the young girl’s attacks. Therefore, in this exchange, she reacted according to the rhythm she had anticipated, without giving it much thought.

Little did she know, Miao Miao had a trick up her sleeve, catching her off guard.

Childish, Chu Weirui commented. Do you really think you can defeat me with such tactics? You’re too naive.

Miao Miao replied, I know I’m no match for you, but I’m not fighting alone now!

As she spoke, her sword technique underwent a transformation, and this time, even Chu Weirui couldn’t predict the direction of the attacks.

Furthermore, as Miao Miao continued to execute more moves, Chu Weirui’s expression grew increasingly ugly, turning into a mix of shock and fear.

This is... the Canglang Sword Verse? How could you!

Chu Weirui finally recognized the series of moves.

The Sword Saint of Dingjian Pavilion, Ye Xin’s legendary technique and his strongest move that dominated the Great Wilderness, the Canglang Sword Verse.

Along with Xin Zhige’s Frost Heaven Sword Qi, it was hailed as one of the two most powerful sword techniques in the Great Wilderness.

Due to its complexity, aside from Ye Xin himself, only the sword fanatic Ling Zhaoyan in the entire Dingjian Pavilion had mastered it. The rest of the disciples couldn’t even learn it, let alone master it.

Miao Miao’s talent was at best considered average; she was never expected to master such profound martial arts. Therefore, even when wielding a precious sword, Chu Weirui hadn’t regarded her as a significant threat.

But now, witnessing the Canglang Sword Verse unleashed by Miao Miao, Chu Weirui was forced to be on high alert.

She might disregard the person, but she had to pay utmost attention to the sword technique.

It’s impossible. With your aptitude, there’s no way you could master the Canglang Sword Verse, Chu Weirui said while defending, her expression fierce.

Being told one had average talent and poor aptitude would anger many, but not Miao Miao. She had heard such assessments too often and had developed a resistance to them.

After all, in the vastness of the Great Wilderness, there weren’t many with exceptional talent. Most cultivators were like her, with average talent and aptitude.

Life goes on all the same.

If one foolishly compares oneself with those who possess superior talent, the only outcome would be a life of frustration and regret.

Lord Qi Sha, when did your tactics become so low-level? Miao Miao said. If you can’t win with your moves, you try to attack my mental state with words? That’s a trick only children use when they fight.

Chu Weirui said sharply, I don’t believe you’ve truly mastered the Canglang Sword Verse. Take this!

With that, a sword appeared in her hand.

It was a flexible sword, always tied to Chu Weirui’s arm, nearly transparent and thin as a cicada’s wing. Even when held in hand, it was difficult for an opponent to see clearly.

In the night or other poorly lit places, an opponent wouldn’t even know that Chu Weirui had drawn a sword.

Now, with clouds covering the sky and visibility severely reduced, Chu Weirui and Miao Miao were mid-air, where visibility was somewhat better than on the ground but not by much.

Therefore, Miao Miao didn’t notice the weapon in Chu Weirui’s hand and continued with her planned attack.

Immediately, a buzzing sound was heard, and Miao Miao’s treasured sword trembled in her hand, numbing her grip and nearly slipping out of her hand.

Focus your mind, let the sword move as it will.

In a critical moment, Ye Xin’s voice emerged again, guiding another round of sword techniques.

If it were Ling Zhaoyan in the same situation, the outcome would probably be significantly different. A few brief words, and Ling Zhaoyan’s understanding would likely be several times deeper than Miao Miao’s.

Knowing her own talent was not outstanding, Miao Miao’s only option was to work desperately hard.

It didn’t matter if she couldn’t comprehend it entirely; she would note it down and try to digest it while fighting.

If one attempt wasn’t enough, then she would try several more times. If others took a day, she would take a month. If others took a month, she would take a year!

She would never give up just because her talent was lacking!

The phrase let the sword move as it will sounds simple, but it’s incredibly difficult to execute.

Miao Miao’s movements looked somewhat comical, yet miraculously, with her awkward and twisted efforts, she managed to dodge Chu Weirui’s subsequent attacks.

Chu Weirui’s fingers clenched the sword turned pale.

She realized that it might be unrealistic to expect a quick resolution to this fight. What exactly had happened to this person? What could have caused such a sudden improvement in her combat awareness?

Could it be... that sword!

Chapter 484: Disturbing My Mind

Thinking about it carefully, Ye Xin of Dingjian Pavilion didn’t seem to have accomplished many extraordinary feats during his lifetime.

Most of his actions were merely imitations of Fu Zi.

Fu Zi went to Garlan, so Ye Xin followed him there. Fu Zi destroyed the front mountain, so Ye Xin destroyed it as well.

Although the end results were the same, people tend to remember only the first person, which was Fu Zi.

Ye Xin, on the other hand, was gradually forgotten by the world.

He was indeed the Sword Saint of the Great Wilderness, and his Canglang Sword Verse was truly one of the strongest sword techniques in the world.

However, lacking any significant accomplishments, Ye Xin’s reputation as a Sword Saint seemed rather undeserved.

As another Sword Saint, Xin Zhige at least had the feat of annihilating the Demonic Sect with a single sword strike.

Fortunately, later at the Suspended Temple, Ye Xin finally demonstrated the formidable strength of the Sword Saint of the Great Wilderness. The Canglang Sword Verse unleashed in his hands unleashed terrifying lethality, leaving an unforgettable impression on the cultivators present at the Suspended Temple.

Later still, Ye Xin used his body to forge a sword, transforming into a sharp blade that joined Fu Zi in slaying the Heavenly Dao Divine General’s Divine Beast.

His spirit was admirable, but his actions were destined to be forgotten by the world.

Centuries or millennia from now, in the records of this period of history, Ye Xin’s name would likely not even appear, and all the credit would be given to Fu Zi alone.

Therefore, the sword that Ye Xin had forged using his own body was destined to be forgotten from the very beginning.

Chu Weirui recognized this sword, but she didn’t take it seriously.

No matter how powerful a divine weapon was, it could only unleash its true potential in the hands of a suitable wielder.

Otherwise, if anyone could become a supreme expert just by holding a divine weapon, what would be the point of cultivation? Everyone might as well just search the world for divine weapons.

However, Miao Miao’s performance was shattering Chu Weirui’s perception.

A person with such ordinary talent could actually execute the Canglang Sword Verse, which was widely acknowledged as the strongest sword technique.

If it weren’t witnessed with her own eyes, Chu Weirui would never believe it.

The only explanation for this scene had to be the sword in Miao Miao’s hands.

I don’t buy it. Chu Weirui sneered coldly. You think with that sword, you can defeat me?

Miao Miao said, I never thought about defeating you, but I will strive to do so.

Courting death! Chu Weirui’s aura of killing intent surged, and a pure divine light unfolded behind her like a pair of light wings attached to her shoulder blades.

The divine light was so dazzling that it even tore through the clouds in the sky, allowing sunlight to pour through the cracks and disperse the gloom hovering over the narrow pass.

Such a strong divine presence, Miao Miao murmured.

Quick, interrupt her. The sword blade vibrated gently, urging Miao Miao forward.

Miao Miao hummed in acknowledgment and swung her sword upwards.

Chu Weirui’s hands shifted through several gestures, and various seals burst forth to block Miao Miao’s attack path.

Miao Miao swung her sword to shatter these seals, then to her surprise, found that the distance between her and Chu Weirui was increasing.

What’s going on?

As expected of the most talented person in the temple. The sword blade trembled slightly, its voice sighing lightly, We can’t beat her, let’s go.

Teacher... Miao Miao was somewhat reluctant.

"Chu Weirui’s strength is far above yours, even with my guidance, you’re no match for her. Moreover,