Chapter Seven: The Blood-Slaughter Sword

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With a wave of her jade-like hand, Luo Qingli and the other vanished from the spot, ascending high into the heavens.

“Walking on air—so this is what a Tribulation-Breaking Realm expert can do?” Ye Huang murmured in awe.

Luo Qingli’s tone was cold, yet carried an unmistakable pride: “I am a Ninth Tribulation-Breaker, a hundred times mightier than ordinary practitioners of the same realm.”

Ye Huang was startled. “The Ninth Tribulation! The Tribulation-Breaking Realm is divided into nine stages, and only beyond the ninth lies the King Realm. Those in the King Realm can obliterate worlds with a mere snap of their fingers.”

“Thank you, Elder Luo, for your aid earlier,” Ye Huang said sincerely.

“No need to thank me,” Luo Qingli replied lightly, as if unconcerned. Suddenly, she asked, “Do you know why I have come?”

Ye Huang cupped his hands. “I presume you came on account of Liu Xinyue.”

Luo Qingli sneered coldly. “Not a fool, are you? Little one, though your talent is impressive, ...” Her eyes flashed with killing intent. “I advise you not to entertain wild hopes. I’m here to annul the engagement.”

“She sent you?” Ye Huang questioned.

“Such trivial matters she need not be troubled with. As her master, I have the authority to decide,” Luo Qingli stated without hesitation.

Ye Huang shook his head. “Then I cannot allow it. She sought me out initially. If she does not come herself, then it shall not proceed. That is the least respect I can offer.”

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Boom! A tremendous pressure surged out, pressing heavily down on Ye Huang.

He was instantly forced to one knee, the ground beneath him tearing apart with a deep fissure. This pressure was a hundred times fiercer than that of Song Yi earlier!

“Little one, you’re not so lovable when you act like this. Let me be honest with you: Xinyue is a once-in-a-million-year Pure Body. She has been accepted as a true disciple of the Upper Cold Clear Palace. You two are destined to belong to different worlds.”

“A Pure Body, Upper Cold Clear Palace—interesting!” Zulong chuckled. “I never thought that after a million years, her legacy would still persist.”

Ye Huang’s form sank slightly, perplexed. “Little Ancestor, why have I never heard of the Upper Cold Clear Palace before?”

Zulong’s voice became solemn. “Naturally, you haven’t heard of it. It’s not part of the Lower Five Domains. It remains a superpower of the higher realms. Though their palace lord perished in that great war a million years ago, they remain formidable.”

“You’re too weak now to understand. We’ll discuss this another time. For now, you are my chosen one—no one else has the right to meddle. I shall aid you!”

As Zulong’s voice fell, Ye Huang felt the surge of profound energy unleashed within him. The immovable Thousand Mountains technique operated naturally, the azure sword imprint flickering incessantly.

“An intriguing martial skill,” Luo Qingli’s gaze sharpened. She withdrew her pressure, her eyes reflecting more curiosity than praise.

“Why do you think I’m unworthy of Liu Xinyue, Senior?” Ye Huang panted.

Luo Qingli replied icily, “You, a mere Body Tempering Stage Seven at best, barely reaching the Vein Fusion Realm?”

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“No! I’m only at Body Tempering Stage Seven now. At most three years, at least one year, I will ascend to King Realm!” Ye Huang’s eyes were resolute, his voice tinged with stubbornness.

Luo Qingli was momentarily taken aback. After a long pause, she said, “Youth breeds arrogance. Prove it when you achieve it.” With that, she vanished beyond the horizon without a trace, leaving behind a medicinal pill emitting a faint fragrance. At that moment, Ye Huang found himself back in his own attic.

“How wondrous. One day, I too will become such a powerful being—able to suffocate others with but a thought, to walk on air, to snap and obliterate heaven and earth!” Ye Huang’s emotions surged.

“That’s all leftover from when I played around back then,” Zulong said casually. “Now, enter the sword’s core. Feel your body—notice anything different?”

Ye Huang’s spirit entered the sword’s core, stunned. At that moment, his profound energy coalesced into distinct currents. Swallowing the pill Luo Qingli left behind, his injuries instantly healed as if they were never there.

Ye Huang smiled. “This pill can restore any grievous wound to perfect health—undoubtedly expensive. Power and wealth truly are blessings.”

Afterwards, he activated the Heavenly Thunder Body Refining technique. Under the thunder’s purifying force, his body was cleansed thoroughly, his physical strength rising once more.

“You are now but one step away from transcending the myriad realms.”