The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 123 Getting Caught in the Act of Gossip (Second Update)

silence.

A deathly silence.

Only the cold wind, swirling with snowflakes, made a mournful sound.

Everyone was shocked by Li Baitian's crazy actions.

I don't understand it, but I'm deeply moved. (JPG)

Facing a True Lord, he not only disregarded his status and rebuked him for his improper use of the sword, but also took the initiative to give away one of his own natal swords.

A swordsman who uses two swords will lose at least half of his combat power if he loses one of his natal swords.

Such an action is tantamount to cutting off one's own arm.

The already slim chances of winning the Three Swords Pact are now even more certain to end in certain death.

Did he want a fair and just sword duel, or was he simply tired of living and seeking death?

Zuo Qingqiu quietly watched the Qingping Sword trembling in the snow ten feet away, then looked up at the green-robed swordsman a hundred feet away who was trembling slightly with anger but still stood as upright as a pine tree.

In his eyes, she saw a near-devout purity towards the "sword," an unyielding pride, and a resolute determination to sacrifice everything for the righteousness in his heart.

After a moment of silence, she gently waved her hand.

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting the Qingping Sword stuck in the snow and carrying it slowly back to Li Baitian's side.

"Your sword is very good." Zuo Qingqiu's voice remained calm, but seemed to have lost some of its previous coldness. "But, there's no need."

"

Li Baitian was startled and subconsciously caught the Qingping Sword that flew back.

It was icy cold to the touch, and the blade was still trembling slightly, as if telling of the grievances and resentment it had just suffered.

Zuo Qingqiu casually tossed the steel sword in her hand, which Li Baitian had called an "insult" to the way of swordsmanship, onto the snow. Then, she raised her right hand, extended her index finger, and gently pointed it towards the distant eastern horizon.

Her red lips parted slightly, uttering only two words, yet they seemed to contain supreme authority, invoking the unseen laws of heaven and earth: "Sword, come."

The sound wasn't loud, yet it instantly pierced through endless space, resounding tens of millions of miles away, deep within the forbidden grounds of a sect renowned for its thunder magic, a place that had stood majestically for countless ages—

Shenxiao Sect, Purple Lightning Tower.

The tower is nine stories high and is forged entirely from purple lightning-struck wood and strange metals. Fine purple electric snakes crackle around its body all year round. It is one of the forbidden areas of the Shenxiao Sect and enshrines the sect's most precious treasure.

At the core of the tower, within a pool of lightning, floats a long sword.

The sword is four feet three inches long, with a narrow blade that is a deep purplish-gold color. Its material is neither gold nor jade, but rather appears to be formed from the purest form of lightning.

The sword's blade is naturally covered with mysterious and unpredictable purple lightning patterns, which flow slowly as if they were alive.

The sword hilt is shaped like a dragon, with a purple pearl held in its mouth, and thunderclouds seem to appear and disappear within the pearl.

This sword is the treasure of the Shenxiao Sect and one of the most famous swords in the world, the Purple Lightning Sword.

At that very moment, just as Zuo Qingqiu's cry of "Sword, come!" resounded through the heavens—

The Purple Lightning Sword, which had been dormant for countless years, suddenly trembled violently.

It emitted a deafening sword cry that pierced through metal and shattered stone, containing boundless rage and the might of thunder.

Splash—

The thick, purple chains, densely packed and engraved with countless seals and restrictions, wrapped around the sword's blade, snapped inch by inch amidst the sudden, violent sword cry and tremor.

Lightning flashed, and fragments scattered everywhere.

boom-

The Purple Lightning Sword transformed into a bolt of purple lightning that tore through the void, ignoring the layers of restrictions and protective formations of the Purple Lightning Tower, and soared into the sky.

The tower trembled violently, the Thunder Pool surged, and the entire Shenxiao Sect was alarmed by this sudden change. Countless powerful auras rose up, and shouts of surprise and anger filled the air.

However, the Purple Lightning Sword was too fast.

The immortal sword possessed a spirit, and it rejoiced, like a devout believer making a pilgrimage to the highest deity. It transformed into a streak of purple lightning that stretched across the sky, covering millions of miles in an instant, and hurtled towards the Taihua Gate.

Yichuan Plain.

Zuo Qingqiu finished speaking, and only a few breaths had passed.

On the eastern horizon, a tiny purple light suddenly appeared, initially as small as a bean, but then expanded into a bolt of purple lightning that stretched across the sky and tore through the clouds.

The thunder rumbled, arriving late but arriving early, deafeningly loud.

Before everyone's horrified eyes, the purple lightning descended upon the plain at an incredible speed. After circling once, the lightning subsided, revealing a longsword with an ancient design, entirely purple-gold in color, and wrapped with wisps of destructive electric light.

As if it possessed a spirit, the longsword emitted a soft, submissive, flattering, and affectionate murmur, then turned its blade downwards, transforming into a streak of light that landed steadily in Zuo Qingqiuping's outstretched right palm.

The purple lightning swirled around her, illuminating her jade-like hands and cool, aloof face, its light flickering on and off.

The moment she gripped the hilt, all the outward-radiating lightning on the blade receded, becoming as docile as ordinary iron.

Only the natural purple lightning patterns on the spine of the sword still flowed slowly, demonstrating its extraordinary nature.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the long sword wreathed in purple lightning in Zuo Qingqiu's hand, and then mechanically turned their necks to look at the purple-robed Sect Master, Lei Huang Zhenren, in the crowd watching from afar.

The face of this powerful expert at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion Realm, who was known for his majesty and fierceness, was now beyond description.

It turned green then white, white then blue, and finally turned into a deep iron blue.

The once stable minefield surrounding him was now in complete chaos, with lightning crackling and flashing, revealing the shock, anger, frustration, and depression he felt.

The family's most prized treasure, a divine sword passed down through countless generations, was summoned from afar and broke through numerous restrictions, traversing mountains and rivers to obediently fly into someone else's hands and become their weapon.

The bike I wouldn't even ride myself, is being ridden by someone else.JPG.

This is an utter disgrace.

This is tantamount to repeatedly trampling and rubbing the dignity of the Shenxiao Sect into the ground.

But would he dare to be angry? Would he dare to speak out?

Faced with a Golden Core True Monarch who could summon the Purple Lightning Sword from afar and had already grasped some of the fundamental laws of thunder, what could he possibly say?

Even if you break your teeth, you can only swallow it down.

Master Lei Huang clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, his whole body trembling slightly, yet he ultimately made no sound. Only the lightning in his eyes was about to burst forth, revealing the extreme rage and helplessness within him.

The other old monsters were even more silent, and their gazes toward Zuo Qingqiu were no longer just filled with simple awe, but also with a deep fear and disbelief.

A sword can be summoned from afar, and a response can be heard from thousands of miles away.

Is this the majesty of a true ruler?

It's simply unbelievable.

Holding two swords, Li Baitian looked at the divine sword in Zuo Qingqiu's hand, which was wreathed in purple lightning and exuded an incomparably terrifying aura. The anger on his face gradually subsided, replaced by an extremely solemn fighting spirit and a trace of faint relief.

Only by using such a divine weapon to fight against oneself can one avoid disgracing the way of the sword and one's seven hundred years of cultivation.

He slowly raised his two swords, Qingping and Taozhi, with the tips pointing diagonally to the ground, assuming an ancient starting stance. His sword intent surged once more, resonating with the two swords in his hands and emitting a buzzing tremor.

"Please, True Lord, enlighten me."

The sound was resolute and echoed across the vast snowfield.