Chapter 112 | I Accidentally Became the Training Target

Old Ancestor Dry Bone no longer hid his strength, attacking with everything he had.

A grayish-white giant palm of spiritual energy carried the full power of Old Ancestor Dry Bone’s peak Transformation Realm cultivation.

Like the heavens collapsing at the end of the world, it slammed down toward Fang Xuan, who had just unleashed a world-shaking strike and was now at the end of his strength.

This palm strike locked down the surrounding space, cutting off any possibility of evasion.

Before the wind from the palm even reached him, the already shattered mountain below collapsed further by several dozen feet. Loose stones were ground into dust before they could even fly into the air.

Fang Xuan’s broken body trembled violently under the frantic spiritual pressure, nearly falling apart completely.

【Current residual life energy: 0.00000001 standard units】

【Spiritual energy conversion efficiency corrected... Temporary recovery speed increase ratio: x10,000,000!】

【Warning! This state cannot be maintained! Please exit combat or replenish life origin as soon as possible!】

Fang Xuan’s eyes, clouded with blood, finally flickered upward.

Squeezing the last trace of clarity from his soul, he didn’t use it for defense. Instead, he poured all of his will into the black sword in his hand, which was trembling and mourning alongside him.

"Open up for me!"

"Argh—!"

A vast sword intent slashed out from his hand. It was as heavy as an abyss, slamming head-on into the descending grayish-white giant palm.

"Boom—!"

The aftershocks of spiritual energy instantly shattered everything within a dozen miles of the Main Peak.

"Pfft—!" High above, Lu Qingsong’s protective spiritual qi shattered instantly. He was sent flying, crashing into the ruins of the collapsed mountain behind him.

His bones were shattered, his dantian ruptured, and only a thread of breath remained as he fell into a state of near-death.

And Old Ancestor Dry Bone, who bore the brunt of the impact, finally showed a look of horror on his usually stoic face.

The giant palm he had struck out with was actually torn apart by that brutal, overbearing pitch-black sword intent!

Not only that, but a power that completely defied the logic of this world followed the broken palm print upward, crashing violently into his body.

"Pfft!" Old Ancestor Dry Bone’s body shook violently as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His originally boundless aura withered significantly in an instant.

Immediately after, he was struck by the following sword intent, which carved a massive bloody wound into him.

He tumbled to the ground, looking incredibly pathetic.

"Fuck!"

A frantic, frustrated curse escaped his lips, stripping away any trace of his former transcendent demeanor.

The things contained within that sword intent made him feel a threat originating from his very level of existence!

......

After finishing this strike, Fang Xuan felt his consciousness growing more and more blurred.

Why was he so dizzy?

It was over... He seemed to have forgotten to stop the bleeding.

Hahaha.

System, I’ve run out of blood... You can still keep me hanging on, right?

He started to feel a bit panicked again.

He quickly turned his head to look at Ning Xian, his lips moving slightly.

"Senior Sister... take me away quickly."

"I’m really dying..."

......

In Ning Xian’s eyes.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely.

She watched that back—not particularly broad, even a bit thin—charge toward destruction without a second thought.

She saw his messy hair dancing wildly as blood dyed the sky.

She saw him unleash that world-shaking strike that lit up the dark world and shattered the ancient Main Peak.

She saw him... seemingly turn his head to look at her.

Across the filling dust and blood mist.

She couldn’t see his expression clearly, only those eyes filled with a smile, which quickly winked at her.

His lips moved slightly. There was no sound, but she understood.

He said, "Senior Sister, I’ll take you home."

And another sentence: "I really... love you."

......

Then came a shocking flash of light from the sword intent, spreading out from the center of the Main Peak.

When the sword intent subsided and the tremors calmed slightly.

Ning Xian opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was blood being blown by the wind from ahead.

It dripped into her eyes, blurring her vision with a field of scarlet.

His blood.

Tears surged out without warning, instantly spilling over her eyelids and mixing with the hot blood, sliding down her pale face.

Through her scarlet-tinted vision, she looked ahead.

That figure... was still standing.

He stood at the very tip of the collapsed Main Peak, with a bottomless abyss and rolling dust beneath his feet.

He was covered in blood, his long hair matted into clumps by gore, dancing wildly in the violent air currents.

The terrifying wound on his chest had nearly split him diagonally in half. Blood flowed out like an inexhaustible spring, staining the broken stones at his feet a dark red.

But he held his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

Only... that uprightness didn't last long.

The next moment.

"Cough..." A tiny sound of coughing up blood, almost inaudible.

That figure, which seemed capable of holding up the heavens, swayed.

Then, like a set of building blocks with its support pulled away, he fell straight backward.

"Fang Xuan!"

Ning Xian stumbled forward, barely catching that broken body whose temperature was rapidly fading before he hit the ground.

It was burning hot to the touch, soaked entirely in blood.

His body was terrifyingly light, and terrifyingly cold.

Ning Xian knelt amidst the rubble and pools of blood, clutching him tightly, her arms shaking uncontrollably.

She tried to transfer spiritual energy into his body, but it felt like pouring water into a bucket with a broken bottom.

His meridians were riddled with holes, his dantian was dim, and his breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Her heart ached. Only she knew that he was only seventeen...

She had been too confident—confident in her schemes, confident in her knowledge after being reborn—but she had underestimated the variables.

She had dragged her junior brother into this state...

How much pain must he be in?

With her bloodless hands trembling, she tried in vain to press down on the most horrific wound on his chest.

Her remaining spiritual energy was poured in recklessly, trying to stop the flowing blood.

"Be good..."

She lowered her head, gently pressing her blood-stained cheek against his icy forehead. "Don't be afraid... Senior Sister is here."

"Senior Sister will take you home."

........

"Cough, cough... Little beast... Good... Very good!"

Old Ancestor Dry Bone’s roar resounded through the sky.

His hair was disheveled, his daoist robes torn, and his aura was more than just a level weaker than before.

Clearly, Fang Xuan’s strike containing otherworldly rules had cost him dearly, even damaging his foundation.

But a peak Transformation Realm cultivator was still a peak Transformation Realm cultivator. Even if heavily injured, he was still a top existence in this world.

He looked at the two people below, the killing intent in his eyes exploding.

This brat's sword intent is strange; he cannot be left alive!

This woman is also peculiar; kill them both!

"You damaged my dao foundation and consumed my lifespan... Today, I will use the destruction of your bodies and souls to pay for it!"

Old Ancestor Dry Bone’s face twisted. No longer holding back, he burned his remaining blood essence and lifespan, pointing his fingers like a sword.

Another strand of sword qi flickered at his fingertips.

This sword qi wasn't large, but the destructive aura emanating from it was even more terrifying than the previous palm strike.

This was a true life-risking blow, sworn to eradicate them!

Before the sword qi was even released, the air around Ning Xian completely solidified.

Space became like an iron plate, pinning her firmly in place, unable to even move a finger.

The aura of Fang Xuan in her arms grew even weaker.

Ning Xian slowly raised her head.

Tear tracks and bloodstains were interwoven on her face, but her eyes had become as calm as an ancient frozen pond.

There was no fear, no anger, only a void of icy coldness.

Then, she reached out with the hand covered in Fang Xuan’s blood.

She gripped the hilt of the black sword in his hand.

It was heavy and cold to the touch.

The long white cloth strips wrapped around the hilt were now soaked in blood.

They fluttered wildly in the violent spiritual energy currents, like flags of a funeral dirge.

Old Ancestor Dry Bone’s lethal, grayish sword qi finally shot out.

Ning Xian simply held the black sword and, facing the incoming deathly sword qi, lightly flicked it downward as if brushing away dust.

A sword strike containing the supreme laws of space followed her slash, arriving later but striking first as it met the grayish sword qi.

......

"What...?!"

The cruel smile and killing intent on Old Ancestor Dry Bone’s face froze instantly, replaced entirely by horror!

How is this possible?!

He suddenly looked up at Ning Xian, who was holding the black sword.

Ning Xian stood there with the sword, with no powerful spiritual energy fluctuations around her, but an ethereal aura that transcended the laws of this world was slowly awakening from her.

The coldness in her eyes had now turned into an eternal indifference, like a deity in the clouds looking down at the ants of the mortal world.

Especially when her gaze swept over Old Ancestor Dry Bone, that look...

Old Ancestor Dry Bone’s body shook violently as if struck by lightning, and an uncontrollable shudder came from the depths of his soul.

That look...

"The aura of the Upper Realm?! You... You are...?!"

Boundless fear instantly drowned him, making him unable to even finish a sentence. He pointed at Ning Xian with trembling fingers, his teeth chattering.

Ning Xian did not answer, nor did she need to.

She simply raised the black sword in her hand again, the tip pointing toward the terrified Old Ancestor Dry Bone in the air.

Then, a simple slash.

But Old Ancestor Dry Bone let out a scream of extreme despair.

"No—!"

He tried his best to activate all his protective artifacts and burn his remaining lifespan, attempting to resist, attempting to flee.

But everything was in vain.

That invisible sword intent seemed to transcend the boundaries of space.

"Squelch—"

The next moment, his body, along with the Nascent Soul he tried to escape with, began to disintegrate and dissipate inch by inch.

......

Between heaven and earth, there was a dead silence.

There was only the rumbling echo of the Main Peak collapsing and the mountain wind whistling past, carrying a thick scent of blood.

Ning Xian stood quietly with the sword for a moment.

"Pfft—"

Her body swayed violently as a mouthful of pale-golden blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. Her face instantly became as transparent as glass, and her aura rapidly declined.

Those two seemingly effortless slashes just now were an immense burden on her current body, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

But she still showed no expression of pain, only indifferently wiping away the blood from her lips.

She turned around and looked at Fang Xuan, whose aura was faint on the ground.

The coldness and indifference in her eyes receded like a tide, leaving only a bottomless heartache.

She didn't spare another glance at the Qingyun Sect Main Peak, which had completely turned into ruins, nor did she pay attention to those Qingyun Sect disciples and surviving elders in the distance who were already paralyzed with fear.