Chapter 540: The National Teaching Academy's Greatest Crisis — She Has Arrived!
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"With the Golden Light Formation guarding the Dao heart, no external demons will affect Chu Su's cultivation."
Elder Liang said, "On the contrary, I intend to use the formation to suppress Su Li's sword intent, then grind it down with the Ten Thousand Mountains Mill and deliver it to Chu Su for comprehension!"
Hearing this, the other two elders felt relieved. They thought that if they could truly shatter Su Li's sword intent and give it to Chu Su, then perhaps Chu Su would emerge from seclusion many years earlier than the calculations made by the sect master before his death. At that time, the Eternal Life Sect would truly rise to prominence once more!
Just as the three were envisioning a bright future, a sudden change occurred.
The letter on the table trembled violently.
With a tearing sound, the envelope split open, transforming into countless paper-like butterflies that scattered in all directions.
Did Su Li's letter really need to be opened to be read? Did the sword intent he left behind need to be activated like those magical artifacts?
He wanted the people of the Eternal Life Sect to see his letter, this sword. Whether or not anyone opened the letter, they would be forced to see it!
A sword intent, supremely domineering and fierce, burst forth from nowhere and slashed down!
The cave dwelling echoed with a shrill sword cry, so loud that the equally shrill screams were drowned out and unheard.
The fierce sword intent cut through everything it encountered.
The three elders' swords, which were of profound cultivation.
The cave dwelling of the Eternal Life Sect, which had stood undamaged for ten thousand years.
The soft green vines deep within the cave.
The transparent water dripping down the vines.
The invisible wind formed by flowing air.
All of this was shattered in an instant by this sword intent.
Blood mist floated everywhere in the air, appearing exceptionally bloody, yet possessing a breathtaking beauty.
Three swords broke into more than a dozen pieces.
Dozens of sword wounds appeared on Elder Liang's body. He lay amidst the rubble, watching the sword intent streak out of the cave dwelling. On his pale face was an expression of infinite terror and regret. On the verge of death, he mustered his last strength and screamed shrilly, "Quickly close the formation!"
The other two elders heard his words and realized the problem. Despair showed in their eyes, but they could not stop the sword intent from breaking through the air. Because their arms had already been severed by that sword intent, and they were covered in blood, unable to stand.
The sword intent transformed into a magnificent stream of light, flying swiftly down from the cliff peak, passing through the Eternal Life Sect's sect gate, directly breaking through the clouds and flying into a mountain stream filled with thick fog.
An extremely terrifying, earth-shattering sound erupted between heaven and earth. A circle formed by a clear light covered more than a dozen peaks spanning several hundred li.
That was the Eternal Life Sect's protective sect formation.
Immediately after, countless teeth-grinding metallic scraping sounds rang out from the mountain stream. Countless beams of golden light shot forth, and the sea of clouds rolled and churned restlessly.
From the deep stream came a voice, childish yet venomous.
The voice sounded human, yet also like a bird's call or the repetition of some machine.
"Chu Su! Chu Su!"
The sword cry suddenly sharpened!
That voice gradually faded away, until it could no longer be heard.
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The night was already deep, and many people were still awake.
Some were awake because they loved someone, some because they hated someone, some because they missed someone, and some because they craved delicious food.
Before going to sleep, Xuan Yuan Po had eaten half a pond-well roast goose as a midnight snack. But after lying in bed for a short while, he got hungry again. How could he sleep when he was hungry?
He walked to the kitchen on the opposite side of the lake, planning to take out the soy-marinated crabs he had pickled a few days ago and eat them.
Entering the kitchen, he noticed the fire at the bottom of the stove seemed to be out. He didn't pay it much attention, nor did he light a lamp. In the darkness, he accurately groped his way to the kimchi jars.
Inside those seemingly inconspicuous kimchi jars were actually not ordinary soy-marinated crabs.
He had replaced the crabs with extremely precious blue lobsters, so they should be called soy-marinated lobsters.
Now he was the logistics manager of the National Teaching Academy, and he had an excellent relationship with the several head chefs at Cheng Hu Tower. Naturally, he wouldn't lack good food. But eating so luxuriously, even wastefully, would provoke a huge reaction from Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six if they found out.
So he hadn't told anyone about these jars of soy-marinated lobsters, secretly hiding them away.
The more secretly hidden the food, the more delicious it was.
Xuan Yuan Po didn't understand many principles and rules of the human world, but he was very clear on this point. As his hand reached toward the kimchi jar, he could already taste the ultimate salty freshness of the soy-marinated lobsters, the rich sweetness inside, and that wonderful sensation spreading across his tongue...
However, his hand grasped empty air.
The kimchi jars that should have been there were gone, all of them. Naturally, the soy-marinated lobsters inside the jars were also gone.
Xuan Yuan Po became extremely angry. Several faint bolts of lightning formed in his pupils, and faint crackling sounds could be heard from his slightly curly, disheveled hair.
The world before his eyes changed from darkness to light, allowing him to see the scene in the kitchen clearly.
It wasn't just the kimchi jars. The iron pot, bowls, chopsticks, the pile of firewood, and even the stove itself had all been reduced to fragments, piled on the ground.
The floor was a mess, covered in soup, filthy and disgusting.
Xuan Yuan Po grew even angrier, and also became vigilant. What had happened here? Who had released such terrifying sword intent?
The entire room was filled with things cut to shreds by the sword intent. Only the Mountain and Sea Sword remained, lying quietly amidst the wood shavings.
Xuan Yuan Po reached out and picked up the Mountain and Sea Sword. Following the faint remnants of that sword intent, he searched and found, mixed in with the stove ashes, some ashes of a different color.
Those ashes didn't seem to be from burned firewood, but more like from burned paper.
He hesitated for a moment, then gently poked at the pile of ashes with the Mountain and Sea Sword.
The pile of ashes immediately scattered.
An unimaginable chill suddenly enveloped the entire room.
Xuan Yuan Po's body became abnormally stiff, his breathing grew heavy, and an unimaginable sense of danger arose in his heart.
That chill and sense of danger had nothing to do with the slowly scattering pile of ashes, but came from behind him, from beyond the courtyard wall.
It was like the deepest seabed, with suffocating pressure and cold.
The endless blue waves were themselves an ocean of death.
Xuan Yuan Po began to sweat. Before the sweat could soak his clothes, it was frozen into frost and snow by that chill representing death.
Looking at the National Teaching Academy under the night sky, the old Daoist nun walked forward.
Frost and snow appeared on the courtyard wall, then silently disintegrated, turning into windblown sand.
This scene was like something out of a myth.
The courtyard wall collapsed. What appeared before her was the kitchen, and so the kitchen also silently collapsed.
Xuan Yuan Po stood in the ruins, holding the Mountain and Sea Sword, his body trembling incessantly.
Because he was very afraid.
Although he was very brave, he was still very afraid.
The newcomer was unimaginably powerful, with a very cold aura, giving a feeling of wanting to annihilate all things.
In the small building on the opposite shore of Winter Lake.
Zhe Xiu opened his eyes.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.
They both felt this sensation, and then inexplicable fear.
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(The chapter title was made up randomly. I'm out of words. It's also a sentence pattern I used to play with occasionally when I was bored, writing The Legend of the Vermillion Bird and The Interstellar Era many years ago.)