39: Chapter 39 The Sword Emperor Reborn? Great Luo Sword Embryo, Shatter!

Three thousand years.

He, the dignified Ancient Sword Emperor, who once chilled fourteen prefectures with a single sword strike, causing countless Saintesses and Fairies from top Central Province factions to vie for his favor—when had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace, being pointed at and insulted by a group of ants, and being treated like air by the kendo prodigy he admired!

"A bunch of blind frogs in a well, how dare you bark at this Emperor."

Xiao Chen slowly lowered his head, his messy bangs obscuring the crazily leaping crimson in his eyes. In his heart, he let out a low roar like a wild beast.

Since this poor and bedraggled skin could not attract Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's attention, and since these snobbish mediocrities only recognized strength and pageantry, then today, he would completely tear off this disguise.

He would use the Sword Intent of his past life, which stood above all living beings, to make everyone in this Tingjian Pavilion kneel on the ground, and let that superficial Xuantian Sect Chief Disciple understand what a true Sword Cultivator hegemon was!

Xiao Chen's hands, hidden under his wide sleeves, clenched tightly.

He unhesitatingly burned a drop of Origin soul blood belonging to the Ancient Sword Emperor of his past life, which was deeply hidden in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

Accompanied by the burning of the soul blood, a vast, ancient, and endlessly murderous Sword Intent rose up along his spine. The long object on his back, tightly wrapped in greasy rags, seemed to sense its master's rage and emitted a low, hoarse sword hum.

This sword hum was initially faint, but within just two breaths, it transformed into a sharp whistling sound that made one's eardrums ache.

The temperature in the main hall of the Tingjian Pavilion plummeted.

The faint fragrance of agarwood that originally permeated the air was instantly replaced by a cold, bone-chilling metallic scent of rust.

The Loose Cultivators and Sword Sect Disciples who had been laughing wantonly a moment ago had their laughter seemingly cut off in their throats by an invisible pair of large hands.

The few Loose Cultivators with weaker cultivation turned pale instantly. They clutched their chests in terror, feeling as if the surrounding air had turned into countless invisible, tiny blades that were scraping against their skin. Under the pressure of this invisible Sword Intent, the white jade teacups placed on the tables all emitted a "buzzing" trembling sound, and tea splashed all over the floor.

"This... what kind of evil Cultivation Technique is this?"

The Sword Sect True Disciple who had just spoken the mocking words staggered back two steps, his palms gripping his sword hilt covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with horror.

Xiao Chen did not care at all about the fearful reactions of these ants around him. He took a step, and the vast Sword Intent, which had already condensed into substance, surged like a breached flood, precisely crushing toward the most conspicuous private seat in the center of the hall.

He wanted to, in front of everyone, use absolute strength to crush Young Master Gu's composure and force Senior Sister Mu Qingxue to draw her sword and resonate with him!

In the private seat.

Gu Yi had just swallowed the sweet osmanthus spiritual pastry in his mouth when he keenly sensed the anomaly in the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

That Sword Intent, carrying the pressure of a past life, rushed toward him, bearing an overbearing aura of superiority and self-centeredness, attempting to forcibly seal off the space within this square inch.

Junior Sister Lin Wanying, who was sitting on Gu Yi's left, only had a cultivation at the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Facing this pressure that pointed directly at the Divine Soul, her small face turned slightly pale, and she subconsciously shrank into Gu Yi's embrace, her hands tightly gripping his sleeve.

On the other side, Senior Sister Mu Qingxue frowned slightly.

As a pure Sword Cultivator, she was most sensitive to this kind of external Sword Intent filled with provocation.

The unsheathed long sword at her waist had already begun to tremble spontaneously, and a layer of icy Origin Qi meant to resist external enemies permeated her body, completely destroying the cozy, intimate atmosphere of feeding each other.

Gu Yi patted Junior Sister Lin Wanying's hand reassuringly, and a trace of coldness, hard for ordinary people to detect, flashed in the depths of his deep eyes.

This treasure-seeking rat really doesn't know how to restrain itself.

Releasing this kind of trump card-level mental pressure in public not only frightened the cute Junior Sister in his arms but also interrupted the rare intimate time between him and his cool Senior Sister.

Is this the so-called Ancient Sword Emperor?

Having lived for three thousand years, his brain is filled with nothing but posturing; he doesn't even understand the most basic human interactions or how to read the situation.

Gu Yi's thoughts stirred slightly, and his Divine Sense sank directly into the depths of his Dantian.

In the center of that vast Origin Qi Sea, a strange crystal, emitting a luster of Chaos throughout and shaped like an unsharpened short sword, floated quietly.

The Great Luo Sword Embryo was the first wisp of Sword Origin conceived when Heaven and Earth were first opened. It had no physical form and did not slash the Physical Body, but it naturally suppressed all Sword Dao Laws comprehended by Acquired Cultivators in this world.

A calm smile curled the corners of Gu Yi's mouth.

He extracted a wisp of Origin Law from within the Great Luo Sword Embryo and silently fused it into the fingertip of his right hand. It was a true meaning of the sword that carried no Killing Intent, yet was pure enough to make the Dao sink.

Xiao Chen's vast Ancient Sword Emperor pressure had now swept up like a violent storm to a distance of less than a zhang in front of the private seat. There were even faint sonic booms in the air, as if it would overturn the table covered with gold-threaded soft gauze in the next moment.

Gu Yi raised the index finger infused with the Origin Law and flicked it.

The back of his finger tapped lightly against the edge of the lustrous white jade teacup in front of him.

"Ding—"

A crisp and pleasant sound of jade striking jade rang out leisurely in this suffocatingly oppressive hall.

This sound was not loud, like a mountain spring dripping onto a bluestone, refreshing and pleasant to the ear.

The instant this light sound rang out, a colorless, invisible ripple rippled out in all directions, centered on the teacup at Gu Yi's fingertip.

That ripple looked weak and powerless, but it contained the supreme rule of the Great Luo Sword Embryo, which stood above all the Daos of the heavens.

The moment this ripple came into contact with Xiao Chen's prideful "Ancient Sword Emperor Sword Intent," a scene of utter destruction occurred.

It was like a red-hot steel hammer smashing fiercely onto a piece of low-quality, cracked glass. Xiao Chen's Sword Intent, which had originally been aggressive and attempted to suppress the entire venue, didn't even last for a single breath before emitting a teeth-aching cracking sound.

"Crack... crack!"

The invisible Sword Intent shattered inch by inch in mid-air, turning into countless chaotic Spiritual Qi currents, and was finally completely ground into nothingness by Gu Yi's calm tapping sound.

The bone-chilling cold and suffocating feeling in the entire Tingjian Pavilion hall instantly dissipated without a trace, like receding seawater. The stagnant air began to flow again, and the crisp sound of teacup fragments falling to the ground returned to everyone's hearing.

[Ding! Detected that the Son of Luck has burned his soul blood to release a trump card!]

[Great Luo Sword Embryo suppression effective! The Son of Luck's Dao Heart has been damaged!]

[Reward settlement: Villain Value + 1000 points!]

Gu Yi withdrew the finger that had tapped the teacup and turned his head to look at Junior Sister Lin Wanying beside him, his eyes doting and gentle.

"It's fine now; that was just a gust of wind passing through the hall, no need to panic." He gently comforted his Junior Sister, casually pinching her still-pale cheek.

Feeling the warmth of Gu Yi's palm, the palpitations in Junior Sister Lin Wanying's heart quickly calmed down. She nodded obediently and rested her head back on Gu Yi's shoulder, not bothering to investigate where that "gust of wind" had come from at all.

On the other side, Liu Qingwan held her wine gourd, her peach-blossom eyes slightly narrowed. As a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator, she had vaguely sensed the terrifying clash at the level of Laws that had occurred just a moment ago. In her eyes as she looked at Gu Yi, there was a hint of depth and inquiry that even she herself hadn't noticed.

This little rascal, who seemed gentle and Law-abiding, apparently hid more secrets than she had imagined.

At the edge of the hall, those extras with insufficient cultivation didn't understand what had just happened at all. They only felt that the terrible pressure had suddenly disappeared, assuming that some hidden Elder of the Sword Sect had secretly taken action to resolve this farce.

Meanwhile, Xiao Chen, who was standing at the threshold and bearing the direct backlash of the Great Luo Sword Embryo, was now in a state that had plummeted to the bottom.

His prideful trump card had been instantly crushed and, following the Divine Sense he had used to release the Sword Intent, it poured fiercely back into his meridians.