I Have a Sword to Ask the Heavens

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Chapter 93: Title

Two days later, Feng Yi descended into Baihe Town while sword-flying, sensing familiar energy.

“City Lord Xuanchen.” He approached the procession. “Attending the conference too?”

But the scene didn’t look like a conference gathering. The disciples were all elite members of their sect, and behind them hovered an ice coffin covered with hundreds of formations. Xuanchen had clearly spared no effort.

Feng Yi could think of only one possibility.

The coffin held Xuanhua, who’d slept for Four Hundred Years.

Why bring Xuanhua to the Sanqing Realm? Did he plan to repeat what happened Four Hundred Years Ago?

“Immortal Sect Conference?” Xuanchen frowned. Hadn’t this conference been held mere months ago?

“Wasn’t this Sect Leader Ye’s doing?” Feng Yi produced the invitation and handed it over.

Xuanchen examined it. “The sect leader’s seal is real, but the spiritual power here isn’t Sect Leader Ye’s. It resembles…”

They locked eyes and uttered the name together:

“Xia Wuwei.”

Xia Wuwei had always outpaced their generation. Though both men were prodigies of their sects, they fell short when measured against her—slightly lesser in talent, slightly lower in realm…

Proud individuals like them loathed such comparisons. Yet despite themselves, they’d chased after her shadow until her piercing sword energy and golden-hued spiritual power became etched in their minds.

“Days ago, I saw her beyond the Sixteen Peaks of the Dark Domain,” Xuanchen said, gripping the Immortal Sect Conference invitation. “She claimed everything would be resolved at the Sanqing Realm. Has she returned so soon?”

As they spoke, both men suddenly looked up. Hundreds of flying boats pierced the clouds, the lead vessel glittering obnoxiously—a blatant display of wealth.

Only Liujin Pavilion would flaunt so boldly.

Xuanchen: “…”

Feng Yi: “…”

Their own entourage now seemed embarrassingly plain.

The flying boats halted. Master Lu descended with her disciples.

Feng Yi repeated his earlier question. “Have you come for the Immortal Sect Conference?”

Master Lu snorted toward the Sanqing Realm. “Conference? I’m here to retrieve my daughter.”

Within moments, three major sects gathered outside Baihe Town. Though Feng Yi alone represented Taiyi Sect, he was their sole cultivator at the Great Ascension stage.

“The young mistress?” Feng Yi recalled the red-dressed girl wielding a silver gun.

Master Lu’s face darkened. “Ciyou’s breath vanished here. The Sanqing Realm grows bolder each year—daring to detain my heir as if Liujin Pavilion were some minor sect!”

Xuanchen added slyly, “You forget who resides in the Sanqing Realm. Arrogance comes naturally there.”

“Xia Wuwei?” Master Lu scoffed. “With her fallen realm, what arrogance remains?”

“No!” Feng Yi interrupted sharply.

The others turned. As a Great Ascension cultivator tormented by heart’s demons, Feng Yi sensed tribulation clouds more acutely than most.

Xuanchen pressed when he saw Feng Yi’s grave expression. “What is it?”

“The Tribulation of Becoming an Immortal.” Feng Yi stared blankly.

Transforming into a streak of light, he shot skyward—only plunging back down after spotting the mountainous storm of tribulation clouds.

“Tribulation of Becoming an Immortal!” he exclaimed excitedly.

Xuanchen asked, “Are you nearing a breakthrough?”

Feng Yi shook his head. He hadn’t noticed any signs of a breakthrough in his realm. Judging by the direction of the tribulation clouds, they seemed to originate from the Thirteen Ghost Domains beyond the Nine Realms.

His voice trembled as he asked, “Didn’t you mention Xia Wuwei went to the Sixteen Peaks of the Dark Domain days ago?”

“Yes.”

At this confirmation, Feng Yi gave a frail smile. “Even after Four Hundred Years, I still can’t match her.”

“This Tribulation of Becoming an Immortal… it’s hers.”

Endless Sea.

Cold Moon Palace.

Xia Shi crept up behind the sighing figure.

Then she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the other.

Suiyin startled, then huffed upon recognizing her. “Acting like a child.”

“So rude! Is that how you address your Master?” Xia Shi tugged her ear—or rather, rubbed it playfully.

Suiyin sniffed. “What exactly have you taught me to deserve that title?”

“You’ve mastered all my secret techniques. Still unsatisfied?” Xia Shi grinned. “Shall I teach you like this? Guiding your hand?”

Her fingers trailed along the girl’s toned arm until they slipped between Suiyin’s own.

Suiyin squeezed their joined hands. “You never taught me properly.”

“Now you deny it? Who begged to become my disciple back then?”

“Wasn’t me,” Suiyin declared to the sky.

Xia Shi snorted at her stubbornness, giving the ear another twist before releasing it.

Their tussle ended with both sprawled in snow. Cold Moon Palace remained the only place in Endless Sea with perpetual snowfall, much like Wentiang Peak.

Xia Shi gazed at the winter nightscape. Memories surfaced—practicing swords on the Star Viewing Platform before collapsing in snow to watch stars, her Cold Sword within reach.

Now…

She turned to find Suiyin watching her. Their eyes met, laughter bubbling up simultaneously.

“Why laugh?” Xia Shi asked.

Suiyin lifted their clasped hands. “Because I finally succeeded.”

Standing beside you—not merely as your blade.

“And your laughter?”

Xia Shi gripped tighter. “Because I’m happy.”

"I’m happy."

Suiyin’s heart clenched as she gazed at Xia Shi’s softened eyes and curved brows, tears nearly spilling. She had grown accustomed to the unrestrained joy of Xia Wuwei’s youthful smiles, but Xia Shi’s gentle expression now was unfamiliar.

Tonight, Xia Shi seemed like her old self again—teasing, laughing, unburdened by Four Hundred Years of solitude that had once left her eyes dull and lifeless.

"Ah Yin."

The sudden call made Suiyin stiffen. She turned to find Xia Shi’s face inches from hers. Cool lips met hers, snowflakes melting into sweetness between their breaths.

Their robes tangled—red and white intertwined indistinctly.

The kiss lingered so deeply, so long, that Suiyin barely noticed the warmth Xia Shi passed into her.

Only when their ragged breaths quieted did Xia Shi pull away, thumb brushing a silvery thread from Suiyin’s lips. After a long moment, she lifted Suiyin and carried her to the inner room.

Once settled, Xia Shi placed a paper figure by the pillow and took the spiritless Heartless Sword. Outside Cold Moon Palace, Yan Ge and Hongling waited.

Yan Ge’s expression darkened further at the sight of Xia Shi’s swollen lips. Ice glinted in her eyes as she forced a smile. "Even nearing ascension to immortality, I could end you with a flick of my wrist."

Xia Shi bowed as if deaf to the threat. "Thank you for watching over Ah Yin."

Yan Ge’s temple pulsed. "I’ve been using her to nourish Divine Bone. Don’t call it ‘care’."

"True, you nurtured bone," Xia Shi said steadily, "but your protection kept her from fading from the Nine Realms Four Hundred Years ago. When I rebuild the demon suppression array to reclaim Tiansui’s other half of Divine Bone, I’ll deliver it to you."

"Leave." Yan Ge’s laugh frosted the air. "If thunder tribulation hits Endless Sea, I’ll tear you apart to patch my roof first."

Above, lightning seared through gathering clouds. Xia Shi formed a seal—her consciousness vanished, leaving only paper ashes buried in snow.

"Your Majesty, should we—?" Hongling ventured.

"Guard the… Divine Bone. I’ll go." Yan Ge turned. Rebuilding the array was no simple task.

Consciousness returned as Xia Shi opened her eyes. Above Sanqing Realm, tribulation clouds churned with violet lightning.

"I should’ve known." Pei Jiu’s sigh echoed through the hall.

Xia Shi raised her head to meet the woman’s gaze.

"Too lenient, I was." Pei Jiu tilted her head, smiling. "But even ascension won’t save you. No Heavenly Dao approval means no immortality—failed tribulation or not."

Her voice sharpened. "For a thousand years, the Heavenly Dao has barred true ascension. Why do you think Great Ascension stage cultivators keep dying?"

Xia Shi ignored her mad muttering, swiftly weaving hand seals to form a pattern that slowly materialized within the grand hall.

How could she possibly set her Immortal Ascension Tribulation within the Sanqing Realm? This was her sect, her home. If lightning tribulation destroyed it, her senior sister would surely slice her apart with a sword.

"Formation?" Pei Jiu’s eyes held contempt. Xia Shi’s actions seemed like amateurish posturing to her.

In the art of formations, no one matched her talent!

Not even Xia Wuwei!

The instant before the formation solidified, Pei Jiu moved to alter it.

"If you love this place so much, I’ll ruin it!"

Crimson light shot skyward from the main peak’s hall.

The formation activated.

Pei Jiu watched the modified formation activate, her and Xia Shi’s figures fading from view.

"Impossible!"

She’d clearly changed it – why did it still work?

"Why not?" Xia Shi sheathed her sword, looking down at Pei Jiu’s shocked face. "Thanks to you, I turned your own tricks against you."

Both figures vanished as tribulation clouds dispersed, the apocalyptic skies vanishing like mirage.