Sheng Fu

Yuxi Town, within the Dragon Clan's Secret Realm.

Outside the nine-story palace, holy light shone, illuminating the entire secret realm, and in the distance, the abyss sea rippled with dragon-scale waves.

In mid-air, the Purple Star Blade stretched across the sky and earth, exuding a surging and majestic Purple Star aura.

Upon closer inspection, one senses both the regret of unfulfilled ambitions and the invincible spirit that can conquer mountains and rivers. Within the dazzling light screen, there seems to lie a supremely glorious paradise.

The young-looking silver-haired man's eyes shone with boundless Daoist charm as he carefully examined the Purple Star Blade.

“It is indeed an excellent piece of material,” the silver-haired man said.

Yuwen Jun bowed slightly and asked softly, "In Master's opinion, how much killing power will it have after being refined into the Ziwei Holy Sword?"

Jing Peiyao stood to the side, holding her breath in anticipation.

She was also curious whether she was worthy of the Purple Star Holy Sword.

Logically and emotionally, the best outcome for the Purple Star Blade would be for it to merge with the Monarch's Blade.

But clearly, Yuwen Jun didn't care about these things, and he didn't understand swordsmanship.

"I don't know," Master replied calmly.

Immediately, the master reached out his hand, and an irresistible power of the Great Dao condensed into a large cauldron. Within the cauldron, blood flames burned fiercely. In that instant, the Purple Star Blade revealed an extremely sharp aura, as if it wanted to shatter the surrounding mountains and rivers.

Seeing this, the silver-haired man sneered, "You really won't give up!"

He then formed hand seals, and dozens of brilliant bolts of lightning bloomed around the cauldron, forcefully suppressing the increasingly violent aura of the Purple Star.

Yuwen Jun and Jing Peiyao instinctively stepped back.

Rumble…

The dense array of crape myrtle talismans forms a vast ocean, cleansing the entire sky of the secret realm.

An overwhelming pressure, as imposing as a mountain, poured down, and Jing Peiyao immediately felt her breathing obstructed. Yuwen Jun instinctively erected a dragon domain to protect Jing Peiyao.

As soon as Jing Peiyao regained her footing, the Flowing Snow sword at her waist was instantly drawn, transforming into a crystal snowflake that merged into the cauldron. At the same time, Jing Peiyao felt her heart meridian twitch, and a large amount of her heart blood was invisibly drawn out.

Roar!
The earth-shattering sound of the Great Dao reverberated, seemingly about to shatter mountains and rivers.

But in an instant, the once invincible Purple Star Blade transformed into twelve sparkling runes, which merged into the cauldron.

Then, holy light surged forth, and the blood fire within the cauldron roared into the sky.

clang clang...

The sword rang out with a long, drawn-out cry, like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a phoenix.

Blood and fire raged across the sky, endlessly burning. Suddenly, a faint sword light pierced through the flames. Wherever the sword light went, it suppressed the laws of the Great Dao of the mountains and rivers, and wherever it went, it seemed as if all the Daos were submitting.

"It's done!" Yuwen Jun said softly, holding Jing Peiyao's hand.

Jing Peiyao's beautiful eyes widened as the dazzling phenomena in the sky converged into a single point at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, everything was about to happen, and the space within a three-foot radius was in constant flux. Subsequently, countless purple sword energies were born.

A long sword suddenly appeared in the world.

The sword is about three feet long, with a red and black color that blends together. The spine of the sword is thick, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. Sharp and domineering purple chakra runes are faintly visible on the blade. The hilt is as black as ink, and upon closer inspection, snowflake patterns are faintly visible.

As the sword energy spread, the sword's momentum suddenly became overwhelming.

It was as if whoever wielded this sword was the master of heaven and earth.

Master examined the Purple Star Holy Sword for a moment, without looking at Jing Peiyao, and simply said softly, "Hold your sword."

Jing Peiyao focused her mind and gazed at the boundless North Sea, reflecting the light of the sun and moon. She reached out her hand, and with a slight thought, grasped the Purple Star Holy Sword in an instant.

The sword hilt was icy cold, and even with Jing Peiyao's cultivation level, her hands felt frozen. But the moment she grasped the sword, the Purple Star True Essence within Jing Peiyao's body began to surge, advancing unstoppably. In the blink of an eye, she reached the late stage of the Returning Origin Realm, only a step away from the peak.

"This is a sword without a scabbard," the master said indifferently, without a trace of sorrow or joy.

Yuwen Jun frowned slightly and subconsciously asked, "Will this sword harm its master?"

The master turned around, stared at Yuwen Jun, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe, maybe not."

In that instant, Yuwen Jun's heart trembled as he noticed a fine wrinkle at the corner of his master's eye.

Clearly, Jing Peiyao hadn't noticed this detail. She bowed respectfully and said, "I am deeply grateful for Master's guidance."

Master ignored Jing Peiyao's politeness and simply reminded her in a nonchalant tone, "Take care on your future path."

Jing Peiyao's heart trembled, and she said with trepidation, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

After speaking, the master instantly returned to the nine-story palace.

Yuwen Jun was filled with fear and unease, but her master's voice echoed in her heart: "Do your thing and don't worry about me. I will be safe and sound until you reach the peak of Wuji."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Jun's tense emotions gradually eased. He knew that over the years, his master had consumed too much of his essence to protect the last bit of fortune and glory of the Dragon Clan...

"How are you right now?" Yuwen Jun asked softly, looking at Jing Peiyao's pale face.

"It's alright, I'll recover in three to five days," Jing Peiyao said stubbornly.

"Let's go see your parents. They'll prepare a sumptuous meal, which will be good for you to recover," Yuwen Jun said softly.

Jing Peiyao hummed in response, and immediately a large amount of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Upon seeing this, Yuwen Jun immediately placed a gentle palm on Jing Peiyao's back, injecting a large amount of pure Origin Power to forcibly stabilize Jing Peiyao's injuries, while gazing at the Ziwei Holy Sword in Jing Peiyao's hand.

A sword without a scabbard will naturally harm its master.

"Although the Flowing Snow can be called a divine weapon, compared with the Purple Star Holy Sword, it is like a crow compared to a phoenix. Be careful and don't be reckless," Yuwen Jun said gently, trying to reassure her.

Strong-willed people don't like being comforted by others, especially when it comes to spiritual practice.

Upon hearing this, Jing Peiyao's eyes flashed with displeasure, but she still forced herself to take a breath and said with difficulty, "It's alright. This sword can resonate with the true essence in my body and is also a whetstone on my path of cultivation."

"My swordsmanship is currently too shallow to fully master it."

"But for me, it's a good thing."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Jun became even more worried, because Jing Peiyao, who possessed the Ziwei Sacred Sword, could only embark on an extreme path in her cultivation, with no possibility of turning back.

If one succeeds, one will stand at the pinnacle of the Great Dao; if one fails, one will turn into an insignificant speck of dust.

"Let's go!" Jing Peiyao straightened her back and said with a slightly heavier tone.

Yuwen Jun forced a smile and said, "Okay, remember to eat more."

With a slight thought, the world turns upside down.

At the foot of the mountain, outside the courtyard, the young couple finally returned home, but this time, they both arrived empty-handed.

“You should have just found a market and bought some inexpensive little gifts to take with you. You’ve come all this way back without bringing anything to show your respect to your parents. That’s a serious oversight,” Yuwen Jun said with a strange smile.

Jing Peiyao rolled her eyes subconsciously: "You're so boring."

Then Jing Peiyao knocked on the door and called out, "Mother, we're back."

Yuwen Jun quietly observed Jing Peiyao's joyful, girlish expression, finding it both adorable and strange... (End of Chapter)