70: Fate wasted

Chen Wuji couldn't accept that his Blood River Sword Intent, which he had spent his entire life cultivating, couldn't even be drawn in front of Shen Lian's Sword Intent. His expression instantly turned frenzied, like a demon, yet also dazed.

"Hahahaha, how ridiculous, truly ridiculous!"

"What have I been busy with all these nearly ten thousand years of meticulous research?"

"A Cultivator whose bone age is no more than five hundred years old can comprehend such an unparalleled Sword Intent. Compared to him, I am nothing but a complete trash!"

"Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Chen Wuji rolled on the ground like a mad sea maggot, clutching his head and letting out bursts of howls.

Suddenly, he did a carp jump, sitting up abruptly, and without a word, stared fixedly at the Sword Intent on the wall.

"Yes, that's right, this is because the Blood River Sword Intent isn't complete yet, not because it's inferior to his Sword Intent. Yes,

There can be no mistake, my Blood River Sword Intent will definitely be even more perfect. Once it's refined, it will surely surpass all Sword Intents in the world,

Su Mengyao, that's right, it's Su Mengyao! She is the key to the Blood River Sword Intent!"

Thinking of this, Chen Wuji's fighting spirit was rekindled.

"The Blood River Sword Intent still lacks the flesh and blood of someone with a stable Sword Heart. That Su Mengyao,

She is the best Sword Catalyst! Yes, as long as I force her to Cultivate the Blood River Sword Intent, all problems will be solved!"

When she is consumed by the Sword Intent, the Blood River Sword Intent will be the most perfect work of art in the human world!"

After speaking, Chen Wuji transformed into a streak of blood light and flew rapidly towards the Medicinal Field.

Inside the thatched hut in the Medicinal Field, Du Bingyan carefully examined Su Mengyao's body, and only after confirming that she had no injuries did she finally relax.

"It's good that you're not hurt, I'm relieved."

"Senior Sister Du, I told you I was fine, but you didn't believe me. Now you've seen it with your own eyes, haven't you?"

Du Bingyan put away her medicine box, then asked, "By the way, when I checked your injuries earlier, I noticed your cultivation had already broken through to Qi Gathering Second Level?"

"It was just an Opportunity." Su Mengyao pulled down her sleeves and tossed her beautiful hair. "When I was doing errands in Yunluo City, I encountered Han Feng's provocation,

He wanted to kill me for no reason. If I hadn't met a benefactor who helped me and learned this sword technique, even if I didn't die, I would have become a trash."

"Oh? Who was it?" Du Bingyan asked curiously.

Su Mengyao shook her head: "I don't know either, I only saw a figure wearing a black and white Confucian Daoist robe flash past."

Du Bingyan: "If you have the chance to meet them, you must thank them properly."

"Mhm."

Su Mengyao responded, then recalled the scene where she injured Lin Yue with a single palm, and couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt.

Du Bingyan sighed: "Mengyao, although you are fine for now, you have offended so many fellow Disciples this time. They will definitely not let you off easily.

I think by now, they must have already gone to the Law Enforcement Hall to report you. You should think about what to do."

Her eyes were filled with worry.

Su Mengyao replied with a smile: "Anyway, it's not the first time. I've gotten used to it over the past ten years.

When have these people ever enforced the law fairly? At most, they'll just expel me from the Chess Sword Pavilion."

"Don't have such thoughts." Du Bingyan quickly advised, "You spent a lot of effort to join the Chess Sword Pavilion back then. If you leave now without gaining anything, wouldn't these ten years be wasted?"

Su Mengyao replied: "Yes, entering the Chess Sword Pavilion is the wish of many Cultivators. When I was young, I hoped to enter the Chess Sword Pavilion to Cultivate in seclusion,

And then become a legend of the Sword Dao like the Sword Emperor, wielding a sword across the heavens and earth, invincible, sweeping away all injustice in the human world."

"But now, after truly entering the Chess Sword Pavilion, I realize that my youthful thoughts were too naive.

This place is full of flattery unrelated to the Sword Dao, full of scheming and intrigue.

I thought this place was a Sword Dao Holy Land, but I didn't expect it to be a dirty place focused on profit."

At this point, Su Mengyao's expression was somewhat downcast.

Du Bingyan: "Mengyao, you must not think that way. Don't forget the high hopes your foster parents had for you before they passed away."

"How could I forget? If I hadn't remembered their expectations, I would have left the Chess Sword Pavilion five years ago when I failed to become an Inner Sect Disciple."

Su Mengyao took a deep breath.

"Now that I've held on for another five years, I think I've lived up to my foster parents' entrustment. My future life should be decided by myself."

"Are you really decided?" Du Bingyan pressed, "Mengyao, you must think it through."

Su Mengyao smiled slightly: "I've decided, Senior Sister. Will you come with me then?"

"Me?" Du Bingyan was startled, her eyes filled with confusion. "I know nothing about Sword Dao. I only know how to tend to Medicinal Fields. Where else could I go if I leave here?"

Su Mengyao: "Senior Sister, do you also feel that this place is very unfair?"

You are so proficient in pharmacology, it would be more than enough for you to Cultivate deeply in the Medicine Hall.

But why is it that those with less Aptitude than you can be chosen by the Medicine Hall,

While you can only manage this Medicinal Field alone and endure the ridicule of those people? Are you truly willing to accept that?"

"Please stop, okay?" Du Bingyan seemed to have been poked in a sore spot, turning her slightly reddened eyes away. "As long as I have a place to live, I'm content. As for the rest, I don't dare to dream."

Su Mengyao was about to persuade her further when Chen Wuji's laughter suddenly came from outside the thatched hut.

"Hehehe, little Su, I'm back. Have you thought it through? Are you willing to practice swords with this old man?"

Hearing this, Su Mengyao gave Du Bingyan a look to calm her, then stood up and walked out of the hut.

Chen Wuji sat on a millstone not far away, constantly picking his nose with his stained fingers.

The moment he saw Su Mengyao, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow buck teeth.

"Senior, why are you here?"

"Of course, to see my precious Disciple and, by the way, pass on my legacy to you!"

Hearing Chen Wuji's words, Su Mengyao instinctively took two steps back and politely refused: "Senior, Junior has already made it very clear to you before. I don't want to Cultivate with you, so why do you have to be so persistent?"

"Enough, girl!"

Seeing that Su Mengyao still wouldn't agree, Chen Wuji immediately shouted, completely dropping his pretense.

"For this old man to take a liking to you, that is a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes.

I've given you chances repeatedly, but you don't know what's good for you. You really have no sense of shame. Do you want this old man to use force? Come here!"

With that, Chen Wuji raised his left palm, and a powerful pressure immediately locked onto Su Mengyao, making her unable to move an inch.

The next moment, Su Mengyao's body floated uncontrollably towards Chen Wuji's palm.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"I originally intended to keep you by my side for a few years and slowly guide you, but it's faster to just directly impart the cultivation to you.

Hehehe, once you witness the power of the Blood River Sword Intent, you'll understand this old man's intentions, hahahaha."

Su Mengyao tried hard to break free from the pressure, but the cultivation gap between her and Chen Wuji was too great. She could only watch helplessly as her body got closer and closer to that blood-stained hand.

Seeing his goal about to be achieved, Chen Wuji burst into laughter: "Soon, the world will know how powerful and terrifying the Blood River Sword Intent truly is, hahahaha!"

"The Blood River Sword Intent is powerful and terrifying? What a joke!"

The next second, a deep shout, like a bomb, exploded in Chen Wuji's ears.

Chen Wuji's body involuntarily stiffened upon hearing this sound, and he subconsciously withdrew the Spiritual Qi he had released.

Su Mengyao also took the Opportunity to break free, falling to the ground and gasping for air.

When Chen Wuji and Su Mengyao both looked up, Shen Lian had already stopped outside the Medicinal Field fence, fanning himself with his Folding Fan.

"Ah? It's you!"

The moment Chen Wuji saw Shen Lian, unconcealed fear appeared in his eyes.

"You, why are you here?"