Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sword flashed like lightning, stirring up a wind of sword dust that slapped hard against the purple-faced child's face like sand.

The purple-haired child stared blankly at the starry sky with a sorrowful expression. The stars twinkled until... all the sword shadows in the sky suddenly stopped, and the cold figure of the immortal sword spirit came into view.

"Those who fail the trial should be eliminated."

The sword spirit of the immortal sword looked coldly at the purple child, devoid of any emotion, and spoke indifferently.

The icy voice, like a cold winter's day, roared in and swept into the heart of the little purple child, affecting his soul.

The purple-haired child suddenly jolted awake, quickly sat up, and looked warily at the spirit of the Immortal Sword.

The sword spirit of the immortal sword remained unmoved, looked at the purple child, gently shook its head, and said calmly:

"It's a pity you're still a spirit, but there's nothing we can do. Rather than letting you be trapped here forever and wasting energy, we have no choice but to erase you."

"Trials bring both opportunities and dangers. Remember to learn from your mistakes next time. Failure has consequences."

After speaking succinctly, the sword spirit of the immortal sword pointed both hands to the sky. Wherever it pointed, the myriad sword shadows paused, and then trembled violently.

"Erase it!"

As the sword spirit spoke softly, it pressed its palm downwards. In an instant, the trembling myriad sword shadows erupted with a fierce aura, piercing straight into the sky, seemingly tearing through the heavens. The starry sky dimmed, the void trembled, the world trembled, and even ghosts and gods wept.

An extreme wave of destruction swept through the void, shakily locking onto the purple child.

"!!"

The little purple child instantly became alert, his eyes widened, and a look of fear and panic involuntarily appeared on his bewildered face. His scalp tingled, and the impending life-or-death crisis exploded in his mind.

Rumble!

The sword shadows surged like a torrent, bursting forth in an instant, descending from the sky with all directions. The power they unleashed was earth-shattering, while the purple child's frail body was like a small boat on a vast ocean, swaying precariously in the face of towering waves, on the verge of collapse.

"Senior, please stop! Please have mercy!"

In that critical moment, Yu Changsheng suddenly appeared in front of the purple child, opened his arms and enveloped the child behind him. Facing the Heavenly Sword Shadow, he spoke anxiously, which turned into rolling thunder that echoed across the sky.

It also resonated within the mind of the purple child. At this moment, it was as if a small boat was struggling against a raging storm, and in this turbulent time, a massive lighthouse, shining with endless light, stood in its way.

Let the waves rage. This lighthouse gives people hope and remains steadfast in its protection.

The shock to the purple child was beyond compare. The purple child stared blankly at Yu Changsheng's back, which loomed over him and protected him from behind, his face blank.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The might of the heavens was vast and boundless, like countless thunderbolts and myriad sword shadows, densely packed like a raging flood, falling from the sky with extreme ferocity.

At this critical moment, Yu Changsheng, who was standing in front of the purple child, suddenly spread his arms wide, as if he wanted to withstand all the natural disasters by himself.

Suddenly, he turned his head and faced the purple-clad child standing there, stunned. A gentle smile appeared on his resolute face, a smile that was radiant and heartwarming. His tone was like a spring breeze in March, dispelling the chill of winter and bringing peace of mind.

At this moment, Yu Changsheng's small body held boundless power in the heart of the little purple child, like a mountain.

"you……"

The purple-clad child stood frozen, the terror still etched on his face. A thousand thoughts swirled within him as he stared blankly at Yu Changsheng amidst the divine might.

"Click, click, click..."

A figure appeared from the void, like a shattered mirror. The sword shadows were huge, their trajectory unclear, leaving only afterimages. With unstoppable sharpness, it suddenly rushed towards Yu Changsheng, who was blocking the purple child.

The attacks that should have been borne by the Purple Child were all endured by Yu Changsheng.

"Pfft pfft pfft..."

Yu Changsheng's body trembled, his steps uncontrollably retreating, his body swaying violently as sword shadows pierced his body, leaving him a bloody mess and bleeding profusely in an instant.

Yu Changsheng coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of blood uncontrollably, staining the air with blood. His face was deathly pale, as if he would collapse at any moment. But at this moment, he suddenly stepped forward, turned his head, and still gave the purple child behind him a reassuring look, smiling gently.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The same words were spoken in a gentle tone, but compared to before, this time they sounded much weaker. Combined with Yu Changsheng's blood-soaked body, the impact on the purple child was quite significant.

Like a calm lake, first a stone is thrown in, gently rippling the surface, then a bomb is thrown in, exploding and creating a huge wave.

At this moment, the purple child's heart was like this lake, and Yu Changsheng's outstretched body was like this rock, a bomb. It exploded completely in the purple child's mind.

Only those words—"Don't be afraid, I will protect you"—revolved like boundless thunder, echoing endlessly throughout the purple child's mind.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

Drops of blood dripped down, soaking Yu Changsheng in blood. Blood flowed from his mouth, nose, ears, eyes, and all seven orifices. His face was pale, his breath weak, and his body trembled uncontrollably, bending uncontrollably. Although his steps were unsteady, he remained motionless, protecting the purple child behind him.

At this moment, Yu Changsheng appeared utterly desolate, but in Zi Xiaohai's eyes, he radiated boundless brilliance, like a safe haven that could withstand any storm, bringing peace of mind.

"Cough cough cough..."

The sound of Yu Changsheng's weak cough reached her ears. The brows on the purple child's blank face slowly relaxed, and then tears uncontrollably streamed down her face. Her eyes were blurry with tears, and Yu Changsheng's figure became clearer and clearer through the blur.

"Waaaaah..."

The little purple child sobbed, clinging tightly to Yu Changsheng's leg, looking at him with teary eyes. His tender voice, filled with doubt, echoed softly.

"Why...why do this? You'll die..."

"Cough cough cough!"

Yu Changsheng coughed violently, his face pale. He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the purple child's tearful eyes with a sincere and gentle expression, murmuring softly.

"Because...we're friends...isn't that right?"

The voice was weak, intermittent, and barely audible, yet the little purple child heard it clearly and it struck a chord deep within his heart.

"Waaaaah!"

At this moment, the purple child's mental defenses completely collapsed.

The sword energy surged like a torrent, and the sword shadows were sharp and fierce.

Ten thousand sword shadows pierced his heart. Yu Changsheng's body trembled violently; not a single part of him was intact. His face was pale, and his breath was weak. He swayed precariously, as if he would die at any moment.

Even so, Yu Changsheng's steps never faltered, as he stood guard in front of the purple child, his back like a mountain.

The purple-haired child's gaze towards Yu Changsheng was completely different now. His eyes held disbelief, shock, and complexity, which ultimately transformed into deep emotion.

"Because we are friends..."

These words, like rolling thunder, echoed endlessly in the purple child's mind, striking his heart.

"puff……"

Another mouthful of blood sprayed more than five meters away. Yu Changsheng staggered, and his body, in front of the destructive sword shadow, even revealed the white bones beneath his flesh, a scene of extreme desolation and horror.

"You idiot, isn't that enough? You've acted enough for now. Aren't you being a bit over the top?"

Above the heavy sword shadows, the spirit of the Immortal Sword frowned as it watched Yu Changsheng's performance, and transmitted a muffled voice.

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"If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. That should be about right."

Yu Changsheng breathed a long sigh of relief, enduring the excruciating pain in his body. He glanced back at the purple-haired child, feeling secretly smug, yet also experiencing a strange sense of guilt.

"Never mind, you'll thank me later."

Comforting himself in this way, Yu Changsheng slowly raised his head, feeling that it was about time, and secretly winked at the spirit of the Immortal Sword in the sky.

The sword spirit of the Immortal Sword immediately understood, and with a wave of its sleeve, the countless sword shadows paused in mid-air. Following the sword spirit's figure, it glanced coldly at Yu Changsheng and asked in a deep voice:

"Yu Changsheng, I appreciate your hard work in passing the trial. Now that you've passed and received the inheritance, why don't you just watch quietly? By interfering with the rules like this, do you also want to be wiped out?"

"Does he really think that just because he passed the trial, he can act lawlessly and look down on everyone?!"

As the voice of the Immortal Sword Spirit resounded like a great bell, echoing continuously, the Immortal Sword Spirit's gaze suddenly sharpened, staring at Yu Changsheng, while an unparalleled aura pressed down on him like a raging flood.

Yu Changsheng's face grew even paler, but he slowly exhaled, still spreading his arms to protect the purple child, withstanding the almost tangible pressure, and bowed his head, saying:

"Please forgive me, senior, but this little fellow is my friend. Since I brought him in, I must ensure his safe return!"

"Cough cough cough!"

Yu Changsheng's voice was hoarse and low, yet his tone revealed an unwavering determination. After speaking, he coughed naturally, a few drops of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Combined with his expression, this sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Seeing this, the purple child's expression was complex yet touched, while the sword spirit of the immortal sword was secretly alarmed, staring intently at Yu Changsheng.

"This guy is so good at fooling kids, he's definitely not a good person. We need to be careful."

The sword spirit of the Immortal Sword sighed inwardly, but it wasn't because of those words that it harbored any ill will towards Yu Changsheng. It merely pondered for a moment, its expression growing colder, and said in a chilling voice:

"So what? Rules are rules, and no one can break them. That's been the case since ancient times. If you don't want to die, then get out of my way!"

"If that's really the case..." Yu Changsheng paused, then shook his head, looked up at the spirit of the Immortal Sword, his gaze resolute, and said firmly:

"Then, step over my dead body!"

"You think I wouldn't dare?!"

The sword spirit glared angrily and shouted, its voice like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The countless sword shadows revealed unparalleled sharpness. The sword energy surged and densely covered Changsheng's left and right sides. It seemed that with just a thought, the next second, Changsheng would be pierced by a thousand arrows!

"..." Yu Changsheng pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, but still looked at the spirit of the Immortal Sword with a stubborn expression, protecting the purple child behind him without saying a word.

"No!! Don't kill Brother Changsheng! Waaaaah!"

Just as both sides drew their swords and looked around, a slightly immature voice, clear and crisp, echoed through the void, carrying a hint of sobbing, striking the hearts of those present.

But then the purple-haired child bypassed Yu Changsheng's protection and stood upright before the spirit of the Immortal Sword. Tears welled in his eyes, a look of terror flickering within them, and his body trembled slightly, yet he still spoke in his tender voice:

"This is my failure, it has nothing to do with him."

What are you doing?

Yu Changsheng's expression changed. Coughing, he pulled the purple child behind him and looked warily at the spirit of the Immortal Sword. He spoke weakly:

"I'm warning you, he's still a child, he doesn't understand anything. If you have any problems, come at me. Don't even think about messing with him."

Yu Changsheng paused, mentally organizing his thoughts, then his face showed sorrow as he continued in a deep voice:

"Didn't I pass the trial? If all else fails, I'm willing to trade my life for his. What do you say?"

His tone carried a hint of pleading, and coupled with Yu Changsheng's glistening tears, it was incredibly sincere and heartfelt.

"..."

The sword spirit of the immortal sword stammered, and after a long while, her face flushed red. She looked at Yu Changsheng, then at the purple child, a strange glint flashing deep in her eyes, before letting out a low sigh:

"What a genuine friendship! It's truly touching, but these are the rules, and this puts me in a difficult position."

The sword spirit shook its head, rubbing its temples in distress. Its tone was old-fashioned, but the look in its eyes as it looked up at the two revealed a conflicted and moved expression.

It seems that she was truly moved by Yu Changsheng's sincerity.

"Brother Changsheng..."

The little purple child hesitated, then grabbed Yu Changsheng's sleeve, as if trying to say something.

Yu Changsheng waved his hand, his face resolute, stopping the purple-haired child from continuing. Instead, he bent down, looking at the child with affection, gently stroking his purple hair, and softly said:

"Don't be afraid. No matter what, since I brought you in, as your good friend, I'll make sure you get out safely. Be good."

The little purple child met Yu Changsheng's gentle gaze. The words she wanted to say were swallowed back down her throat. She nodded gently with her brows lowered, her small fists clenching and unclenching quietly. Only one tear slid down her cheek, but it flowed into her heart.

"Alright, alright, really, I can't stand this kind of thing."

Where the two couldn't see, the spirit of the immortal sword gently drew its blade, took a deep breath, and, with a moved expression, spoke in a low voice, somewhat annoyed, interrupting Yu Changsheng's continued sentimental rant. (End of Chapter)