Chapter 122 Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin

Boom—!!!

Between heaven and earth, only that extreme shade of purple remained.

That was the Primal Beginning Purple Qi, the most domineering and righteous aura in this world.

On Purple Bamboo Peak, thousands of purple bamboos transformed into sharp swords, not in disarray, but like subjects guarding a monarch, converging into a purple galaxy, flowing against the current!

"Break!"

Leng Yueli lightly parted her red lips, just one word, yet it seemed to carry the power of heaven's command.

That purple galaxy slammed heavily into the blood-colored giant handprint in the firmament.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound of dissolution.

That terrifying blood hand, capable of shattering the Mountain Protecting Grand Array, crumbled and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

One sword, opening the Heavenly Gate!

"Is... is this the strength of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power?"

Below, Qin Yurou, who had just been crying, opened her mouth wide, forgetting even to wipe the teardrops hanging on her face.

Too strong.

It was the same Myriad Swords Return to the Origin; when Senior Brother used it, it was tragic, but when Revered Master used it, it was a crushing victory.

It was a kind of despair-inducing elegance.

"Hmph, that's only natural."

Although Jiang Wanyin's face was pale, her eyes were filled with adoration and a trace of hard-to-detect... rivalry, "Revered Master is the number one female sword immortal of the Eastern Wasteland; what are those hiding, rat-like demonic cultivators compared to her?"

Lin Qingzhu did not speak.

She still clutched that broken sword, her gaze fixed intently on the white figure in mid-air who was protecting Su Ye.

Revered Master's hand was still wrapped around Senior Brother's waist.

So tight.

So... natural.

"Damn it..."

A muffled sound of frustration came from deep within the blood cloud.

The terrifying pressure that had been weighing on everyone's hearts receded like a tide as the blood hand shattered.

Clearly, the opponent had not expected Leng Yueli to be so decisive, directly utilizing her Origin power.

"Leng Yueli, you can protect him for a moment, but not for a lifetime!"

"When our Old Ancestor breaks through, it will be the day Primordial Origin Holy Land becomes a river of blood!"

That cold, gloomy voice gradually faded away, seemingly unwilling to face her head-on.

High in the firmament.

Leng Yueli slowly withdrew her sword finger. Her originally rosy complexion turned slightly pale for an instant, but soon returned to normal.

She looked down at Su Ye in her arms.

"Are you afraid?"

Her voice was very soft, audible only to the two of them.

Su Ye gave a wry smile, feeling the hand around his waist that was soft as boneless jade yet possessed immense strength, "With Revered Master here, what does Disciple have to fear? Am I afraid that Revered Master is holding me too tightly and might break my waist?"

"Sharp-tongued."

Leng Yueli shot him a glance with her beautiful eyes. Although it was a reproach, the hand wrapped around his waist did not loosen in the slightest; instead, she pulled him up a bit, making his body press more closely against her delicate frame.

"Hold on tight."

"Since the demonic cultivators have retreated, it's time we go back and settle our accounts."

Before the words faded.

The two figures flashed, turning into a stream of light that plummeted straight toward the sleeping quarters of Purple Bamboo Peak.

...

Purple Bamboo Peak, outside the sleeping quarters.

The stream of light landed.

Leng Yueli maintained the posture of holding Su Ye, as if this were the most normal action.

"Revered Master! Senior Brother!"

Three graceful figures followed closely behind, rushing up panting.

"Senior Brother, how are you? Is anything hurting?"

Qin Yurou was the first to rush up, her short legs moving fast, reaching out to grab Su Ye's sleeve.

"Whoosh."

Leng Yueli shifted slightly, unnoticeably avoiding Qin Yurou's hand.

Qin Yurou grabbed nothing, staring blankly at Revered Master.

"Revered Master?"

"His Meridians are damaged and cannot withstand external contact."

Leng Yueli said with a straight face, spouting nonsense without changing her expression, "You are clumsy; if you injure his Foundation, will you take responsibility?"

"Ah? Is it that serious?"

Qin Yurou was so scared she pulled back her hand, her large eyes instantly filling with tears, "Then... then I won't touch him. I still have many Spirit Plants, I'll give them all to Senior Brother to eat..."

"No need."

Leng Yueli said indifferently, "He cannot handle too much nourishment right now; he can only consume liquid food."

"Liquid food?"

Jiang Wanyin's eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled an exquisite jade jar from her storage ring, "Revered Master! This is the 'Phoenix Blood Ginseng Soup' that Disciple just brewed. The heat is just right, perfect for nourishing Qi and blood! I'll go feed Senior Brother right now!"

As she spoke, she was about to lift the lid.

A rich medicinal fragrance instantly permeated the air.

Su Ye smelled the scent, his throat moving.

Actually... he really was a bit hungry.

However.

"Too greasy."

Leng Yueli just glanced at it and gave a cold evaluation, "Su Ye's body is still clearing out fire poison; your ginseng soup has too much heat. Are you trying to make him die from burning desire?"

"Ah? This..."

Jiang Wanyin's hand holding the soup froze in mid-air, her pretty face flushed red, "Then... then I won't add fire-attribute medicinal herbs. I'll go cook something light..."

"It's too late."

Leng Yueli interrupted directly, not giving her a chance to show off at all.

At this moment, Lin Qingzhu, who had been silent, walked up.

She was holding an ancient sword box in her hands, her eyes firm.

"Revered Master, this is a piece of 'Soul Nourishing Wood' I obtained in the Ancestral Mausoleum. If worn by Senior Brother, it can nourish his Divine Soul and repair his Sea of Consciousness. This shouldn't have any side effects, right?"

Su Ye's eyes lit up.

Soul Nourishing Wood!

This is a Profound Rank High Grade treasure; for him right now, it is absolutely timely help.

This Third Junior Sister, although cold on the outside, is truly generous at critical moments.

He was just about to reach out to take it.

"This thing has too much Yin Qi."

Leng Yueli's cold voice rang out again, like a basin of cold water poured down.

She looked at Lin Qingzhu, her eyes deep, "Su Ye cultivates righteous Sword Qi. While Soul Nourishing Wood is good, it easily breeds Heart Demons. Are you trying to ruin him?"

"Disciple... Disciple dare not!"

Lin Qingzhu's face turned pale, and she quickly put away the sword box, lowering her head to apologize, "It was this Disciple's lack of consideration. Please punish me, Revered Master."

Su Ye watched from the side, dumbfounded.

This works too?

Soul Nourishing Wood breeds Heart Demons?

Revered Master, isn't this excuse a bit too far-fetched? Who in the cultivation world doesn't know that Soul Nourishing Wood is a treasure for calming the spirit?

This is clearly...

Hogging it all for herself!

"That's enough."

Leng Yueli seemed to realize her excuse was a bit lame and waved her sleeve impatiently.

"All of you, withdraw."

"Although the Zhou Tian Star Array is activated, the demonic cultivators are cunning; there's no guarantee they don't have backup plans."

"Qing Zhu, go patrol the western base of the array on Purple Bamboo Peak."

"Wanyin, you go to the east side."

"Yuruo, go guard the spirit garden; don't let Devilish Qi infect the Spirit Plants."

This was a clear attempt to clear the scene.

"But..."

Jiang Wanyin still wanted to argue, "Senior Brother is inside alone; what if he wants water? Disciple can stay behind to serve tea and water..."

"I am here."

Leng Yueli narrowed her phoenix eyes, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire area, "What, do you think I cannot take good care of my own Disciple?"

"Disciple dare not!"

The three Junior Sisters said in unison, scared into taking a step back together.

Just kidding.

Revered Master is a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power and is notoriously protective of her own.

Although she is usually aloof, at such a critical moment, she is definitely more reliable than them.

"Then... I leave Senior Brother to Revered Master."

Lin Qingzhu looked back at Su Ye reluctantly, her gaze as if looking at a lover facing a life-and-death separation.

"Senior Brother, get well soon. Yuruo saved the biggest peach for you..." Qin Yurou turned back with every step.

"Hmph, I'll settle scores with you when you're better!" Jiang Wanyin stomped her foot and left, carrying the rejected ginseng soup.

Watching the three Junior Sisters' figures disappear into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Phew..."

Su Ye let out a long breath, feeling more exhausted than fighting the demonic cultivators just now.

"What? Reluctant to see them go?"

Leng Yueli's faint voice came to his ear, carrying a hint of danger.

"How could that be!"

Su Ye's survival instinct was maxed out. He turned around immediately, looking at Leng Yueli with deep affection, "How could those mediocre beauties compare to one ten-thousandth of Revered Master? Disciple was just thinking, Revered Master sent them all away for Disciple's sake; what if they encounter danger..."

"This is Purple Bamboo Peak."

Leng Yueli pushed open the door to the sleeping quarters and dragged Su Ye inside, "The Mountain Protecting Grand Array is on; unless a Great Emperor arrives in person, no one can harm them in the slightest."

"As for you..."

Boom!

The heavy palace doors slammed shut.

Complex isolation Restrictions lit up layer by layer.

All sounds, light, and Divine Sense probing from the outside were completely blocked.

Inside the large sleeping quarters, only the slightly rapid breathing of the two remained.

Leng Yueli turned around.

At that moment.

The aloof majesty she possessed as a Peak Revered Master faded away like melting ice.

Replacing it was a charm and... desire that made one's heart race.

She approached Su Ye step by step.

Until she forced him into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Mas... Revered Master..."

Su Ye looked at the stunningly beautiful face close to his, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty, "What... what are you doing? If it's for healing, you don't need to be this close, right?"

"Weren't you quite majestic outside just now?"

Leng Yueli extended a finger, gently hooking Su Ye's chin, her fingertip tracing circles ambiguously on his moving Adam's apple.

"One finger to slay Soul Transformation; my Yeer, when did you become so powerful?"

"Even I didn't know you were hiding such a trick."

Her voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a hint of alluring inflection.

"That's all thanks to Revered Master's excellent guidance..."

Su Ye laughed dryly, "It was mainly because of Old Ancestor's purple qi, and what you transferred to me before..."

"Shh."

Leng Yueli raised her index finger and pressed it against his lips.

Her fingertip carried a faint scent of cold plum blossoms and a hint of coolness.

"Still calling me Revered Master?"

Her beautiful eyes swirled, looking at him with a half-smile, "There are no outsiders here. Do you want me to punish you by making you copy the 'Taichu Sect Rules', or..."

Su Ye understood immediately.

His eyes instantly became fiery. He grabbed the little hand causing chaos on his face and kissed it hard.

"Yueli."

Two simple words.

Yet it made this Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power, who had lived for three hundred years and whose heart had long been like still water, tremble violently.

That cold, fairy-like face was instantly covered in a rosy blush.

Although the two had long ago confessed their feelings to each other in private and even had intimate contact.

But every time she heard this Disciple, who was more than two hundred years younger than her, call her by her given name, she still felt a sense of panic and confusion.

It was a kind of immoral stimulation.

It was also a kind of spoiled sweetness.

"You have no manners..."

Leng Yueli scolded softly, but without any intention of blame, and instead fell into Su Ye's arms.

"Does the wound... still hurt?"

Her hand gently stroked Su Ye's chest, where he had previously overdrawn his spiritual power the most.

"It hurts."

Su Ye immediately feigned weakness, pressing the entire weight of his body onto her, "It hurts so much, I feel like my heart is about to break. It must be cured by a kiss from Yueli."

"You know it hurts now? Why didn't you think of me when you were showing off?"

Leng Yueli shot him a glance, but her movements were extremely gentle.

She stood on tiptoe.

She wrapped her arms around Su Ye's neck and offered her red lips.

"Mmm..."

Their lips met.

It lacked the domineering assertion of ownership from outside; there was only endless tenderness and lingering affection.

Su Ye only felt a stream of Spiritual Qi, gentle as jade, flowing from the tip of her tongue and slowly into his body.

It was the purest Yuan Yin Qi.

For him, having just formed his Nascent Soul, this was simply the best tonic in the world.

His originally exhausted Dantian was instantly filled.

His listless Nascent Soul also seemed to have taken a powerful tonic; it became spirited and even greedily inhaled a mouthful of that sweet aura.

"Mmm..."

A sweet, soft moan spilled from Leng Yueli's throat.

She felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

As a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power, the Spiritual Qi within her was vast as the sea; this slight consumption was nothing at all.

But the pleasure of that Soul communion made her legs go a bit weak.

After a long while.

Their lips parted.

Both of their breathing was ragged.

Leng Yueli's cheeks were flushed, her eyes watery. The bun that had been combed meticulously was now slightly loose, with a few strands of hair hanging against her cheeks, adding a touch of languid charm.

"Little scoundrel..."

She leaned against the wall, somewhat weak, and used her fingers to gently straighten Su Ye's slightly disheveled collar. "You only know how to take advantage of your Revered Master."

"This is called mutual benefit."

Su Ye licked his lips, feeling unsatisfied, and looked at the appetizing beauty before him. "This 'Nine Revolutions Condensing Essence Dew' is truly ten thousand times better than the tonics made by Junior Sisters."

"You dare mention them?"

Leng Yueli glared with her beautiful eyes and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on his waist. "The way that girl Lin Qingzhu looked at you earlier, it was practically dripping with desire. If you dare have any crooked thoughts about them, I will..."

"You will what?" Su Ye smirked.

"I will castrate you and make you practice the 'Sunflower Manual' for the rest of your life!"

Leng Yueli threatened viciously, but the tone sounded exactly like she was acting coquettishly.

Su Ye chuckled and pulled her into his arms.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, smelling that familiar scent of winter plum.

"Rest assured, my body and heart have long been occupied by a certain female Devil Head; how could I possibly have room for anyone else?"

"Hmph, you know what's good for you."

Leng Yueli rubbed against him in his arms, finding a comfortable position.

At this moment.

She was an Elder of the Primordial Origin Holy Land, but also a little woman immersed in the river of love.

However.

Warm moments are always fleeting.

Su Ye's expression gradually became serious.

"Leng Yuelis given name, that gray-robed old man..."

"I know."

Leng Yueli's voice also cooled down. She raised her head from Su Ye's arms, a flash of killing intent in her eyes.

"The Seven Peaks of Taichu, Elder of Lone Peak, Zhao Wuji."

"He is also... from the faction that advocated for 'appeasing' the Blood Demon Cult three hundred years ago."

Su Ye's heart tightened.

It really was him!

In the original text, it was this Zhao Wuji who destroyed the array eye from the inside at the critical moment when the Mountain Protecting Grand Array was activated, causing the Demon Cult's army to drive straight in.

"He was smiling earlier," Su Ye said in a deep voice.

"He won't be smiling for much longer."

Leng Yueli sneered and took out a purple Jade Slip from her storage ring. "Before the Old Ancestor went into seclusion, he left me an imperial decree. If anyone in the Holy Land commits such treasonous acts, I may execute them first and report later."

"Even if he is an Elder."

Saying this, she prepared to rise.

"I'll go with you." Su Ye held her hand.

"No."

Leng Yueli refused flatly. "Zhao Wuji is at the Half-Step Mahayana Realm, and his methods are vicious. You have only just entered the Nascent Soul stage; going would only distract me."

"I won't go out."

Su Ye pointed to his head. "But I know where he will strike."

"The original text... I mean, I have a premonition."

"He won't attack the main hall directly; he will go to..."

Boom!!!

Before Su Ye could finish.

An explosion, even more violent than the previous one, came from the direction of the back mountain of Purple Bamboo Peak!

That direction...

It's the Spirit Medicine garden!

It's also where Qin Yurou went just now!

"Yuruo!"

Su Ye's expression changed drastically.

"Not good!"

Leng Yueli's expression also changed. That languid charm vanished instantly, replaced by extreme coldness.

"This old thing actually set his sights on the Spiritual Vein of Purple Bamboo Peak!"

Beneath Purple Bamboo Peak, a secondary Spiritual Vein of the Primordial Origin Holy Land is suppressed.

If this place is blown up, the power of the entire "Heavenly Star Array" will be weakened by at least thirty percent!

More importantly...

Qin Yurou is still there!

"Let's go!"

At this moment, the two of them could no longer care about taboos or hiding.

Leng Yueli grabbed Su Ye's hand, purple qi erupted, and they crashed through the roof of the bedroom, soaring into the sky!

...

Purple Bamboo Peak back mountain, Spirit Medicine garden.

The once lush Spirit Medicine field had now turned into a sea of fire.

Black demonic flames burned fiercely, devouring all signs of life.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Amidst the ruins.

A small figure curled up in a corner, the goose-yellow dress on her body already scorched black.

Qin Yurou clutched a Spiritual Plant to her chest tightly; it was the "Nine-Leaf Soul Returning Grass" she had prepared for her Senior Brother.

In front of her.

An old man in a gray robe with a withered face was floating in mid-air, playing with a black bead that was still pulsing.

Zhao Wuji!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a loyal and good Disciple."

Zhao Wuji looked at Qin Yurou on the ground, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"You're about to die, and you're still protecting that useless grass?"

"Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart... this is an excellent ingredient for refining the 'Blood Demon Pill'."

He extended a hand as withered as a chicken claw, reaching toward Qin Yurou from the air.

"Little girl, may I borrow your heart?"

Qin Yurou widened her eyes in terror, wanting to scream, but found that she could not make a sound at all.

That terrifying pressure made it so she couldn't even move a finger.

Senior Brother...

Revered Master...

Just as that demonic claw was about to touch Qin Yurou's heart.

Whoosh!

A purple Sword Qi, as if crossing time and space, arrived in an instant with earth-shattering fury!

"Old dog!"

"Just try touching her!!!"

Swish!

Without any frills.

That purple Sword Qi, which had crossed the Void Realm, not only severed Zhao Wuji's withered ghost claw but also severed some connection he had with this world.

"Ah——!!!"

A shrill scream echoed throughout the back mountain of Purple Bamboo Peak.

Blood gushed like a fountain, spraying onto the "Nine-Leaf Soul Returning Grass" that Qin Yurou was clutching tightly, staining its originally emerald leaves a bewitching crimson.

"Who?! Who ruined my good deed!"

Zhao Wuji clutched his severed arm, his figure retreating hundreds of feet. His old face, like orange peel, was twisted and deformed from extreme pain, his eyes full of shock and resentment.

He was a powerhouse at the Half-Step Mahayana Realm!

In the Primordial Origin Holy Land, apart from those old monsters who had been in closed-door cultivation for years and the Sect Master, who could injure him to this extent with a single sword strike?

It even left him without a chance to react!

Crash——

Space shattered.

A stunning figure in a moon-white palace dress stepped through the air with bare feet.

Purple qi swirled around her, and her three thousand strands of dark hair danced without wind. Her phoenix eyes, usually cold as water, were now burning with a cold flame capable of freezing the Soul.

Behind her, Su Ye in a green shirt, though pale, had eyes sharp as swords, staring fixedly at Zhao Wuji.

"Ruined your good deed?"

Leng Yueli's voice was light, but it struck Zhao Wuji's heart like a heavy hammer. "Zhao Wuji, you dared to touch someone of mine, Leng Yueli; have you decided how you want to die?"

"Cold... Leng Yueli?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost. "Your... your aura... Tribulation Transcendence Stage Nine Heavens?! How is this possible! Aren't you only at the seventh stage of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage?!"

Three hundred years old.

Tribulation Transcendence Stage Nine Heavens.

This was not only the myth of the Primordial Origin Holy Land but also the taboo of the entire Eastern Wasteland cultivation world!

At this moment, all the greed and ambition in Zhao Wuji's heart vanished under this terrifying pressure, leaving only bone-chilling cold.

Run!

Must run!

"Hmph, want to leave?"

Su Ye stood behind Leng Yueli, keenly capturing the retreat flickering in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He sneered; it was the ultimate performance of a fox using a tiger's might.

"Revered Master, don't let him run! This old dog even wanted to dig out Junior Sister's heart for Alchemy!"

Hearing the words "dig out heart".

The coldness in Leng Yueli's eyes instantly turned into substantial killing intent.

She slowly raised her hand.

Without any unnecessary movements.

The Spiritual Qi above the entire Spirit Medicine garden instantly solidified, turning into countless fine purple sword threads, weaving into an inescapable net.

"Drawing a circle as a prison."

Just four words.

Within a hundred miles, space was locked!

"Leng Yueli! Do you really want to kill me completely!"

Zhao Wuji found himself as if stuck in a quagmire, unable to even perform a teleportation. He roared hysterically, "I am the Peak Revered Master of Lone Peak! I am a Grand Elder of the Holy Land! If you kill me, it is harming a fellow Disciple; the Old Ancestor will not let you go!"

"A fellow Disciple?"

Su Ye's figure flickered, and he had already landed in the ruins.

He lifted the curled-up Qin Yurou from the ground. Looking at the Junior Sister's soot-stained face and eyes full of terror, the anger in his heart flared up instantly.

He raised his head, staring coldly at Zhao Wuji in mid-air.

"Colluding with the Blood Demon Cult, destroying the Mountain Protecting Grand Array, harming fellow Disciples... Old dog Zhao, do you even deserve to mention the words 'fellow Disciple'?"

"Yeer is right."

Leng Yueli stepped through the Void Realm, approaching step by step. With every step she took, the bones in Zhao Wuji's body emitted a crisp sound, as if bearing the weight of ten thousand jun.

"Today, I will clear the sect for the Holy Land."

"You..."

Zhao Wuji felt the approach of death. He bit his tongue tip sharply and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto that black bead.

"If that's the case, then let's die together!"

"Blood Sacrifice! Spiritual Vein Explosion!"

Hum——!

The demonic artifact named "Soul Devouring Bead" instantly shone brightly. A destructive wave drilled directly into the ground, triggering the secondary Spiritual Vein suppressed beneath Purple Bamboo Peak.

If the Spiritual Vein exploded, let alone this Spirit Medicine garden, even half of Purple Bamboo Peak would be reduced to ashes!

"Not good!"

Su Ye's expression changed drastically.

He looked down at the Junior Sister in his arms. Without hesitation, he shielded Qin Yurou tightly beneath him, a faint golden light shining on his back.

That was his last bit of protective Sword Qi.

"Senior Brother..."

Qin Yurou's eyes were filled with tears, feeling that warm but somewhat thin chest, her heart beating violently.