72: Chapter 72 Sword Sect Crisis: The Ancient Demonic Sword Emerges, All Swords Fall Silent

The night at Forgetting Love Peak was originally as peaceful as water.

But less than half an hour after Ye Qingwu fled in embarrassment, a terrifying, heart-palpitating fluctuation suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the Sword Sect's back mountain.

"Rumble—!!!"

The earth shook violently, as if an ancient giant beast was turning over underground.

Immediately after, a pillar of malevolent energy as black as ink shot into the sky, instantly piercing the heavens and dyeing the originally bright moonlight into an eerie dark red.

Within that malevolent energy, there was not only power capable of destroying heaven and earth but also the wails of countless vengeful spirits and the mournful cries of ten thousand broken swords.

"This is..."

Xu Chen, who was still soaking in the "Fire-Reducing Soup" in the bathtub, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light appearing in them.

He could clearly feel an extreme evil and chaos within that aura, even causing the Hongmeng Purple Qi inside him to be slightly drawn and become restless.

"Interesting."

Xu Chen stood up from the bathtub and with a casual wave, his purple-gold robe automatically dressed him neatly.

He was in no hurry to rush over; instead, he walked to the window and looked at the distant reddened sky, a playful arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

"It seems someone is going to be unlucky tonight, and there's a good show to watch."

"Just right, I have nowhere to vent that belly full of evil fire from earlier, so I'll take it out on you."

...

Meanwhile, at the Sword Sect's forbidden ground—Demon Suppression Abyss.

This place was usually sealed by layers of formations and classified as the Sword Sect's primary forbidden zone; only the Sect Master and Supreme Elders were qualified to enter.

But at this moment, the sealing formations left by previous generations of ancestors were shattering layer by layer like paper under the impact of that terrifying black malevolent energy.

"Quick! Form the array! We must stop it!"

Jian Wuchen hovered in mid-air, face pale, holding the Sect Master's command sword. The dozen or so elders behind him were all spitting blood, yet they still desperately funneled spiritual power into the great array below.

In the abyss beneath them, a long sword, pitch-black and radiating overwhelming demonic energy, was slowly rising.

Countless twisted runes were engraved on the blade, writhing as if they were alive. Every tremor released a mental shock strong enough to drive a Dao Severing King mad.

Ancient Demonic Sword—burning stillness!

The ominous weapon rumored to have once slain a Saint!

"Sect Master! We can't hold on!"

The Great Elder let out a desperate roar, "This demonic sword has accumulated ten thousand years of malevolent energy. For some reason, it suddenly erupted today, and the seal simply cannot suppress it!"

"Pfft—!"

Before his voice could fade, an invisible ripple of malevolent energy swept across.

Several elders with weaker cultivation were blown away instantly, spitting blood in mid-air, their fates unknown.

"It's over... Heaven is destroying my Sword Sect!"

Jian Wuchen looked at the demonic sword that was about to break the seal completely, his eyes filled with despair.

Once this demonic sword emerged, not only would the Sword Sect be leveled, but all living beings within ten thousand miles would likely suffer!

At this critical juncture.

"Vile beast! Do not be so arrogant!"

A cold, delicate shout echoed through heaven and earth.

A snow-white figure arrived through the air, looking like a goddess descending from the nine heavens.

It was Ye Qingwu, who had just been flustered by her disciple's husband's teasing.

Although the blush on her cheeks had not yet fully faded, the aura of a Saint-level powerhouse had fully erupted.

"Falling Flower Sword Domain—Suppress!"

Ye Qingwu formed hand seals, and countless pink sword-qi petals appeared out of thin air, transforming into a massive sword array that pressed down fiercely toward the demonic sword.

Boom!

Pink and black collided violently in mid-air.

It had to be said, a Saint was a Saint after all. Under Ye Qingwu's full suppression, the originally unstoppable demonic sword actually paused for a moment.

"The Supreme Elder has taken action!"

"We're saved! We're saved!"

Seeing this, the disciples of the Sword Sect burst into cheers of relief.

However, only Ye Qingwu herself knew how bad the situation was.

Her Dao heart was already unstable tonight due to Xu Chen's provocation, and the spiritual power in her body was in a delicate state of agitation. Forcing her origin sword qi to suppress this extremely evil demonic sword was like walking a tightrope.

"Roar—!"

As if sensing that flaw in Ye Qingwu's mind.

The demonic sword suddenly let out a beast-like roar. The runes on the blade shone brightly, and an even more terrifying evil will, specifically targeting the soul, rushed directly into Ye Qingwu's Sea of Consciousness through the spiritual power they were using to clash.

"Not good!"

Ye Qingwu's expression changed, and she wanted to withdraw her spiritual power, only to find it was tightly gripped by the demonic sword.

That evil will conjured countless shameful images in her mind—

All of them were things that bastard Xu Chen had done and said to her in the room just now!

"You want to give me a bath?"

"Your heartbeat... why is it so fast?"

These voices were magnified infinitely in her mind, mixing with the malevolent energy of the demonic sword, turning into Inner Demons that crazily assaulted her Dao heart.

"Pfft—!"

With her mind compromised, Ye Qingwu spat out a mouthful of blood, her originally strong aura instantly withering.

The massive Falling Flower Sword Domain also shattered with a bang at this moment.

"Jie jie jie—"

The demonic sword, no longer suppressed, let out a spine-chilling, eerie laugh, then turned into a bolt of black lightning, rushing straight toward the weakened Ye Qingwu with a greed that wanted to swallow everything.

It wanted to devour the essence and blood of this Saint as its first meal upon emerging!

"Supreme Elder!"

Jian Wuchen and the others' eyes nearly split from strain, but they were too late to rescue her.

Ye Qingwu watched the black sword tip rapidly enlarging in her pupils and closed her eyes in despair.

She hadn't expected her lifelong reputation to end with her dying at the hands of her own Inner Demon.

And this Inner Demon... was actually that annoying husband of her disciple!

"Xu Chen... even as a ghost, I won't let you off..."

Just when she thought she was certain to die.

"Tsk tsk."

"Senior, aren't these last words a bit too early?"

A voice that was so familiar it made her grit her teeth, yet at this moment made her feel incredibly safe, suddenly rang in her ear.

Immediately after.

A warm and powerful large hand wrapped around her swaying, slender waist.

Ye Qingwu snapped her eyes open.

She saw that Xu Chen had appeared in front of her at some unknown time.

He was still in his purple-gold robe, looking lazy, as if he weren't facing some ancient demonic sword but a barking stray dog.

"Don't be afraid."

Xu Chen protected Ye Qingwu behind him, his mouth curling into a signature wicked smile.

"Although you didn't get to give me a bath just now."

"But as the husband of your 'good disciple,' how could I watch a 'good master' be bullied by a broken sword?"

"This piece of junk..."

Xu Chen slowly raised his right hand and pointed a single finger at the demonic sword that had already reached him.

"I will suppress it."