65: I'm going to kill the Demon Lord!

"Hahahaha!"

Sword Absolute Dust's aged laughter shook dust from the hall, causing it to fall in flurries.

"I have long heard that the Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal possesses unparalleled grace and is an invincible Heavenly Prodigy who suppressed an entire era. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation. If my beloved Disciple could become your dual cultivation dao companion, what a joyous occasion that would be!"

Inside Kaiyuan Hall, all the Elders and Protectors of the Lietian Sword Sect were present.

The crowd wore various expressions, their gazes—filled with curiosity, awe, or fear—falling upon the breathtakingly beautiful young woman standing in the center of the hall, holding a sword in her arms, her demeanor cold and indifferent.

In less than a hundred years, she had leapt from a mere Mortal to become a Peak expert of the world.

Not just in the recent century, but looking back through the long history of the Five Elements Realm, the deeds of this peerless Sword Master were legendary, passed down by word of mouth among all living beings.

However, Di Yan did not give the slightest bit of Face to Sword Absolute Dust's fawning enthusiasm.

Her pretty Face showed no fluctuations, her eyes dazed as if her soul had wandered beyond the heavens, and her delicate body radiated an aloofness that kept others at a distance.

"Uh!"

Sword Absolute Dust rubbed her nose in embarrassment.

As the Sect Master of the Sword Sect and a Peak expert, no one had ever dared to disregard her Face like this.

Zhang Bufan, following behind, saw this and immediately jumped out to smooth things over: "Revered Master, that incident was a huge blow to Sister Di. She doesn't like talking to outsiders right now, so please understand."

"Understood, understood!"

Sword Absolute Dust laughed heartily and said casually: "Anyone would find it hard to accept if they discovered that the Revered Master they revered was actually the enemy who killed their mother and destroyed their family!"

But her smile immediately froze on her Face.

An indescribable, terrifying Aura enveloped her, and her neck felt an extreme sharpness, as if it would be pierced by that swift Sword Qi in the next second.

It turned out that Di Yan had looked over at her.

How terrifying!

Sword Absolute Dust felt a sense of horror.

As a Peak powerhouse who had been famous in the Five Elements Realm for ten thousand years, she had originally been acting like an Elder before the young girl, taking advantage of her youth, but now it seemed that the other party's strength was significantly greater than her own!

This pressure was not much weaker than what she had faced when confronting the Burial Heaven Demon Lord back in the day!

Realizing she had spoken the wrong words, Sword Absolute Dust immediately reined in her attitude and asked cautiously: "I wonder why the Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal has come to my Lietian Sword Sect?"

Only then did Di Yan finally speak her first words.

"I want to kill the Burial Heaven Demon Lord!"

Her tone was calm and cold, as if she were speaking of an insignificant trifle.

Whispers erupted within Kaiyuan Hall.

Those Elders and Protectors all wore expressions of excitement and schadenfreude.

A Revered Master and Disciple killing each other—this was a rare spectacle, quite explosive even when looking at the entire history of the Five Elements Realm.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Sword Absolute Dust's mouth curled up uncontrollably. Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she said: "As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Burial Heaven Demon Lord and my Lietian Sword Sect share an irreconcilable hatred, and I have long wanted his life!"

"Since the Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal is willing to raise the banner to slay the Demon Lord today, we will naturally spare no effort to help. Just speak up if you need anything!"

Di Yan was silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed softly and said indifferently: "But I know for myself that with my current strength, I am far from being the Demon Lord's match!"

Perhaps in the entire world, no one knew the terror of the Demon Lord better than she did.

"So, you want to join forces with us to kill the Demon Lord together?" Sword Absolute Dust asked.

Just then, Wu Qiong, who was on the side, couldn't help but interrupt, asking: "Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal, you are the Disciple of that Demon Lord. Do you know that back then, he took a peerless Cultivation Technique from your Di Family!"

"A peerless Cultivation Technique?"

Di Yan's beautiful eyes darkened.

Of course, she knew that for all these years, her Revered Master had never let that golden book leave her side, and would take it out from time to time to comprehend and transcribe it.

Now that she thought about it, that was probably the Cultivation Technique taken from her Di Family!

No wonder she was never willing to pass it on to her.

"You haven't broken ties with the Demon Lord yet, right? Why not try to see if you can get that Cultivation Technique and bring it out for us to study? Once our strength greatly increases, we can better fight for you and slay the Demon Lord together!" Wu Qiong continued.

In truth, she was not interested in killing any Demon Lord; she had always been coveting that peerless Cultivation Technique.

Di Yan frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, nodding calmly: "Very well, I will go back there now!"

Regardless of anything else, that was a Cultivation Technique that over a hundred lives of her Di Family had died to protect, and she was unwilling to let it remain in the Demon Lord's hands.

"That would be truly wonderful!" Wu Qiong clapped her hands and laughed.

Only Sword Absolute Dust and Zhang Bufan looked at each other in dismay.

A peerless Cultivation Technique?

What is that!

Could it be that the Demon Lord really possessed a Cultivation Technique?

No wonder he had been invincible in the world for thousands of years!

Thinking of this, both of them felt a surge of eagerness; it could be considered an unexpected joy.

Di Yan was decisive in her actions. After making up her mind, she immediately walked out of the hall and wound her way down along the quiet path of the Sword Sect's holy mountain.

"Sister Di!"

Zhang Bufan chased after her from behind.

Di Yan stopped involuntarily: "Is there anything else?"

"No, nothing!"

Facing the young girl, Zhang Bufan became fidgety again. He pressed his toe against the ground and hummed softly: "I just wanted to tell Sister Di to be careful. That Demon Lord... is by no means an easy person to deal with, and I'm afraid Sister Di will be in danger if you go!"

For some reason, he had been feeling inexplicably anxious lately, as if something major was about to happen!

"Brother Bufan, rest assured. I have not yet broken ties with the Demon Lord, so there will be no danger!" Di Yan's calm tone revealed a faint fluctuation.

The Revered Master she once revered the most was actually the enemy who destroyed her family. Perhaps in this world, only Brother Bufan still cared for her!

Watching the young girl's back fade into the distance, Zhang Bufan's heart accelerated. He summoned his courage and shouted loudly: "Sister Di, when you return this time, I... still want to be your dual cultivation dao companion, okay!"

It must be said that Zhang Bufan's grasp of timing was very precise.

After all, the young girl's heart had just suffered extreme trauma, and it was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of her vulnerability.

Indeed.

The young girl's footsteps paused, and then she accelerated and fled with a hint of haste.

Just when Zhang Bufan looked disappointed, thinking his confession had failed yet again.

The young girl's crisp voice drifted over from afar.

"I agree!"

"Yay!"

Zhang Bufan's Face flushed, and he roared out in excitement.

He was not entirely using Di Yan; he truly liked the young girl and had been deeply infatuated with her from the very first moment he saw her years ago.

Since then, after nearly a hundred years of entanglement, he had finally walked into the young girl's heart.

"As long as the Demon Lord dies, the lonely and helpless Sister Di, both in body and soul, will belong entirely to me!"

Thinking of this, a silly smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Bufan's mouth. In his mind, he fantasized about their future happy life, walking hand in hand and cultivating the Dao together—it was even sweeter than honey.