43: Chapter 43 I, Leng Qingshuang, am also at the Great Ascension Realm!

Chen Yan lay in a pool of blood, motionless.

The scene seemed to freeze in place.

Only the "rustling" sound of the breeze brushing against the leaves remained.

Outside the Secret Realm, on the high spectator platform of the Taiqing Sword Sect, the atmosphere instantly froze to the extreme!

Leng Qingshuang stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed intently on the figure within the Mirror Flower Water Moon.

Her face, which should have been stunningly beautiful, was drained of all color at this moment. It was deathly pale!

She bit down hard on her teeth, her eyes filled with disbelief!

"Rebellious Disciple..." Leng Qingshuang murmured, seemingly unwilling to believe this fact!

"You are just faking your death, aren't you?" "Rebellious Disciple! Speak to me!"

She had never imagined that one day, she would so desperately long to hear her Rebellious Disciple's thoughts, filled with lewd filth!

But... her mind was a complete blank; there was no sound at all!

The next second. "Boom!" A surge of Mystic Ice Sword Intent erupted from her body and soared into the sky!

Her Mahayana Realm cultivation exploded outward without reservation! The pressure covered the entire area, causing the heavens and earth to change color!

Leng Qingshuang slowly turned around, her long black hair dancing without any wind. The Jade Water Flowing Cloud hairpin on her head swayed continuously with the flow of Spiritual Qi.

"Hum!" The shuanghua sword let out a sword cry and, following its Revered Master's will, flew up automatically and landed in Leng Qingshuang's hand!

As the Sword Intent permeated the air, the aura of the shuanghua sword spread rapidly from her as the center! In the blink of an eye, the spectator platform was transformed into a field of snowy white!

"Li Qingxuan!" Leng Qingshuang's gaze locked directly onto Li Qingxuan, her eyes no longer holding their usual indifferent calm. Only pure killing intent remained!

At this moment! She seemed to have transformed back into the cold-blooded Sword Venerable who had once slain a million members of the Demon Race with a single sword strike while cultivating the Heartless Sword!

"My Disciple is dead; why are you still alive?" Her voice was bone-chillingly cold, devoid of any emotion, as if she were merely speaking of a trivial matter.

"Go down and accompany my Disciple!" The killing intent condensed into threads; she leaped up and swung her sword at Li Qingxuan!

"Hum!" The shuanghua sword emitted a clear, resonant sword cry, instantly tearing through the void. A blue sword beam, over a hundred zhang long, appeared out of thin air and headed straight for Li Qingxuan's head!

Under the augmentation of the Mystic Ice Sword Intent, the space wherever the sword beam passed froze!

Li Qingxuan instinctively wanted to flee, but suddenly realized that the space around him had already been locked by Leng Qingshuang! He was immediately terrified and could only scream: "Sect Head, save me!"

He was only in the Body Integration Realm; how could he possibly withstand a full-force strike from Leng Qingshuang, who was in the Mahayana Realm! As the sword beam descended, the aura of death tightened around him.

For a moment, he felt his legs go weak, and cold sweat soaked his back. He could only pin his only hope on the Sect Head!

And just as the Mystic Ice Sword beam was about to consume Li Qingxuan, a golden pillar of light descended from the sky, blocking the path of the Mystic Ice Sword beam! "Boom!" A loud explosion shook the heavens and earth!

The violent energy shockwave swept in all directions instantly!

Guo Fengyi looked at the terrified Disciples around him, his expression changing abruptly. With a pained look on his face, he took out a formation stone and slapped his palm onto it! "Hum!"

A golden barrier was instantly activated from the formation stone, enveloping the entire spectator platform! "Solid as a Golden Fortress!"

"Pop, pop, pop!" Inside the formation barrier, sand and stones flew, and countless tables and chairs were reduced to powder in the surging energy shockwaves.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Sect Head Su Wenjian could be seen standing with his sword held horizontally in front of Li Qingxuan.

The various Peak Revered Masters and Elders looked at each other, all standing up, yet no one spoke.

Su Wenjian slowly exhaled the turbid air from his chest, shook his slightly numb hand, and said with a bitter smile: "Peak Revered Master Leng, why go this far?"

"Everything lacks solid evidence; how can you easily jump to conclusions?" "You are a Peak Revered Master; do not lose your rationality over a moment of impulse!"

But to his surprise, upon hearing these words, the usually cold and stern Leng Qingshuang laughed. She covered her face, looked up at the sky, pulled back the corners of her mouth, and laughed loudly! "Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Her laughter revealed a sense of sorrow and determination. The state of mind that Leng Qingshuang had cultivated over these hundreds of years began to crack with each of her shrill, mournful laughs!

"Boom!" In an instant, her aura became even more violent. A layer of blood-red color faintly appeared within her cold, clear eyes.

Lu Lingdan looked at Leng Qingshuang's appearance, his heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought, "Oh no!" A Heart Demon! This girl Qingshuang actually developed a Heart Demon because of Chen Yan's death? Could it be...

But then, Leng Qingshuang's long hair danced without wind, and her clothes fluttered. "Hum!" A sword cry. She held her sword. She moved it horizontally. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Su Wenjian!

Her face was full of resentment, and she gritted her teeth and said angrily: "You talk to me about evidence? You talk to me about rationality?" "Right now, it is my Disciple who is dead!" "Because of a Cauldron that didn't follow the rules, he died just like that!"

She took a step forward, the Sword Qi on the shuanghua sword flickering incessantly, pointing directly at the space between Su Wenjian's eyebrows! The Mystic Ice Sword Intent followed her thoughts, instantly covering the entire area! Pillars of ice rose from the ground, surrounding everyone!

"But!" Leng Qingshuang gritted her teeth, her words dripping with blood. "Back then, when my Revered Master was framed for colluding with the Demon Race and forced into a dead end." "Why didn't you talk about evidence then?" "When my Revered Master, to prove her innocence, forcibly severed her own Foundation and cut off her path to immortality!" "Why didn't you talk about evidence then?"

Su Wenjian's expression changed slightly, his eyes flickering with light, but he remained silent.

Leng Qingshuang's fair hand gripped the shuanghua sword tightly; in her agitated state, her knuckles turned white from the force. "To fulfill my Revered Master's dying wish, I willingly guarded the Ninth Peak." "I learned from my Revered Master, not to fight or scramble, but to devote myself entirely to the Taiqing Sword Sect!" "I have retreated everywhere, endured everywhere!" "But that does not mean I, Leng Qingshuang, am a fool!" "And it does not mean that my Ninth Peak can be bullied by anyone!"

She pressed forward another step. The tip of her sword was only a finger's width away from the center of Su Wenjian's eyebrows! "Over these years, the Ninth Peak's resources have been withheld, and my Disciples have been humiliated!" "As the Sect Head, don't tell me you knew nothing about it!" "Now that I have finally taken in a Disciple to my liking, he has been framed and plotted against time and again by you hypocrites!"

Leng Qingshuang took a deep breath. When she looked up again, the pressure of the Mahayana Realm weighed on everyone like a great mountain! "Su Wenjian!" "See clearly!" "I, Leng Qingshuang, am also in the Mahayana Realm!" "Today, I will kill Li Qingxuan!" "Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill them along with him!" "Even if it is you, it is no exception!"

"Hum!" "Taiyin True Water Sword—Ice Soul Rain!" The shuanghua sword trembled violently, and Sword Qi, like rain, poured down toward Su Wenjian and Li Qingxuan! The fine rain was like needles, gleaming with cold light, reflecting Li Qingxuan's deathly pale face!

"Sigh..." Su Wenjian sighed softly, holding his sword vertically in front of his chest with his right hand, while his left hand formed a seal and tapped on the sword: "Taiqing Heaven-Patrolling Sword—Questioning the Cauldron of the World!" A golden light expanded from his sword! In an instant, it transformed into a giant Cauldron, protecting him and Li Qingxuan within it!

The sword rain fell, striking the golden Cauldron! Like a fierce storm, it continuously emitted "ding, ding, ding" sounds! The massive sound of sword cries reverberated over the Taiqing Sword Sect, spreading throughout the entire Sect!

On the spectator platform, the various Peak Revered Masters and Elders looked at each other, feeling caught off guard by the development of the situation!

"Hmph! My Disciple must not have died in vain!" Just as the atmosphere reached freezing point, Lu Lingdan suddenly snorted coldly and walked to Leng Qingshuang's side. He slapped his Storage Pouch, and a crimson Pill Furnace immediately floated in the air. Raging flames burned inside the furnace!

Lu Lingyun followed closely behind; her beautiful red lips parted slightly, and a Li Fire Dragon Pearl soared into the sky, protecting Leng Qingshuang from behind!

Eighth Peak Revered Master Guo Fengyi saw this and sighed softly. However, he summoned his life-bound talisman sword and stood beside Lu Lingdan. Even the Second Peak Revered Master, Ma Yi, silently walked to Lu Lingyun's side, took out three top-grade Magic Treasures, and stood guard in front of Leng Qingshuang!

Su Wenjian was dumbfounded by the sight; usually composed, he couldn't help but curse angrily: "What the hell? Why are you all causing trouble!"