Chapter 87
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Chapter 87: The Sword in the Main Hall
Feng Rong stared in disbelief at the crimson sword hovering in the air. Though joy surged through him, an uneasy tension followed. The sword glowed brighter, sensing intruders, and unleashed dark purple-black sword energy toward them.
Feng Rong instinctively channeled spiritual energy, activating their protective talisman’s golden light. But the sword light shattered the defense instantly. As the deadly energy neared, You You felt its stinging remnants prick her skin.
Gritting his teeth, Feng Rong unleashed an icy crimson flame resembling blooming red lotuses. It dissolved the sword energy before vanishing. The moment the flames disappeared, Feng Rong staggered backward, his face pale and sweaty.
“Feng Rong?” You You caught his arm, startled by his weakened state. “Are you okay?” She squinted—was his body slightly transparent?
“This sword energy isn’t spiritual energy. Normal spells can’t block it.” Feng Rong glared at the Chili Sword above, regret flashing in his eyes. “We must leave. Without greater power to suppress it, the chaos won’t stop. You You, let’s—” He turned, only to find her gone.
She stood beneath the sword, leaping to grab it.
“Stop!” Feng Rong lunged, too late.
You You seized the hilt. The blade erupted, purple-red energy shredding her robe and slicing her skin. She hissed but held firm as the sword thrashed, its hum deafening.
“Quiet!” she barked, channeling energy into the blade.
The hall fell silent. The sword stilled.
You You blinked.
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…It listened?
“You You!” Feng Rong reached her, trembling at her bloodstained form. “Have you lost your mind?!”
“The energy wasn’t harming me much. Figured I’d try,” she shrugged.
“Not harming—?!” His healing spells flooded over her cuts. “These are minor,” she protested.
He glared, eyes glistening with anger and grievance. Though injured, he looked more wronged. Guilt nudged her. “Fine, heal away!”
He worked silently, unusually restrained. Once her scratches vanished, he stared at the sword, expression complex.
“Want it?” She thrust the blade at him.
He froze. “You’d… give this to me?”
“You’ve been eyeing it since we entered.” She shrugged. “I don’t need weapons.”
Feng Rong gaped at the sword, emotions warring. “This is the Chili Sword—an ancient divine artifact! You just… hand it over?!”
“So?”
“Idiot!” His ears reddened.
“A ‘thank you’ would’ve worked.”
“Fool!”
He yanked her into a crushing embrace, face buried in her hair. “…Stop being so reckless.”
“Hey!” She yelped as he stepped on her foot. “No grabbing!”
“We need to find Cultivation Techniques.”
“My foot hurts. Can’t walk.”
“Then stay.”
“Wait—!”
