Chapter 12 Part 2
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Chapter 12: My Sword Is Your Sword! (2)
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In the name of Tao.
Buzz——
The flower of blood bloomed.
He used his blood to draw a magic array in the air, then imprinted it on his soul.
“I didn’t do this, and I didn’t know about it. If I lied, let the heavenly thunder destroy my body, and let the five ghosts subdue my soul forever!”
Taoist Lingye’s voice rang loud and clear. Everyone present heard it.
Bai Lian nodded in satisfaction. It seemed Taoist Lingye wasn’t playing tricks on her.
“What about you?”
Her sharp gaze fell on the members of Chuncao Pavilion.
Those people faltered.
“I…”
“This.”
Shuffle.
A sword flew past, slicing the leader’s hair, which fell like weeds to the ground.
Had the sword flown a bit lower, his scalp would have been severed.
The leader swallowed hard. It had happened too fast for him to react.
He hurriedly shouted, “I, I swear! I didn’t do this thing, and I didn’t know of it. If I lied, I would be struck by heavenly thunder!”
Raising his hands in surrender, he waited nervously.
Bai Lian nodded again. “Okay. Next—”
Before she could finish her sentence, a blue and white bolt of heavenly thunder crashed down, striking the leader’s arms and piercing through the attic.
The man’s body twitched violently before collapsing with a loud thud.
“Ah, this…”
Taoist Lingye stood frozen, mouth agape.
Bai Lian wasn’t faring much better.
Her lips parted slightly.
Wow. That man’s body was roasted, his Golden Core obliterated. The thunder’s power was on par with true heavenly thunder!
A strange numbness spread through her body.
But… it’s oddly satisfying?
She quickly dispelled the residual power of thunder clinging to her.
With a wave of her hand, Bai Lian activated the sword array, surrounding the remaining Chuncao Pavilion members.
“Swear. One by one!”
Although she didn’t understand why a simple oath produced such exaggerated effects, this method seemed effective.
“Don’t come near me!”
One of them attempted to flee the confines of the Tianshu Sword Array in a panic.
But how could a mere Golden Core cultivator escape Bai Lian’s grasp?
A sword flew past, piercing his thigh and pinning him firmly to the ground.
“I swear!”
Another person gave in almost immediately.
Yet as soon as his oath concluded, orange flames erupted from his mouth and nose. Screaming in agony, he collapsed, his entire body consumed by fire.
“And you?”
Bai Lian’s cold gaze settled on the last man standing.
He was pale, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.
The oppressive aura of the Tianshu Sword Array left him unable to use spiritual power, rendering escape impossible.
His lips quivered as he stammered, “N-no, it’s none of my business. It’s the Lord, the Elder, and the Sword Washing Pavilion!”
Sword Washing Pavilion?
Hearing that name, Bai Lian’s composure wavered.
The Sword Washing Pavilion had once nearly destroyed her Second Martial Sister’s life.
In the game, it was because of the Sword Washing Pavilion that the Second Martial Sister endured so much “bullying” from “Bai Lian.”
All to prove she wasn’t worthless.
It was this fierce determination that drove Xiao Jinse to become the renowned “Holy Spirit Goddess,” rising above her tormentors.
Although she took revenge on Yunshan Mountain, she spared most lives, only eliminating those villains who sought to harm her.
As for “Bai Lian,” she met her end swiftly, cut down by Xiao Jinse after the latter’s cultivation surpassed hers.
Unlike the Third Younger Martial Sister, the Second was less calculating, more straightforward.
She’s so adorable!
Sword Washing Pavilion, huh?
Bai Lian’s tone turned icy. “Tell me everything you know.”
“Yes, yes!”
The last man, paralyzed by fear, spilled everything.
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Chuncao Pavilion had organized the contest to boost its reputation.
To achieve this, they enlisted Taoist Lingye, offering him a Medical Pill discovered alongside an incomplete ancient elixir prescription, so he could put on a convincing act.
Taoist Lingye nodded in confirmation.
“According to the plan, tomorrow I was supposed to announce that I had restored the incomplete prescription and take the Green Grain Cauldron from the Elder of Chuncao Pavilion in public.”
This would bring fame to Chuncao Pavilion, who would then compensate Taoist Lingye handsomely.
Since they held secrets about him, Taoist Lingye couldn’t betray them.
However, the Sword Washing Pavilion unexpectedly intervened.
Not long after Bai Lian had left Taoist Lingye’s residence, the Sword Bearer of the Sword Washing Pavilion arrived.
He sought both the complete ancient elixir prescription and the Green Grain Cauldron.
Chuncao Pavilion dared not defy him and saw it as an opportunity to gain favor.
The Green Grain Cauldron was theirs, but they lacked the complete prescription.
The Sword Bearer then had his attendants “invite” alchemists who might be capable of restoring it, including Shan Huan.
“What I’ve said is true. If I lied, may I perish instantly!”
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Bai Lian remained silent, processing what she’d just learned.
So, the Sword Bearer of the Sword Washing Pavilion was behind it all.
In the game, the Green Grain Cauldron was the first Pill Furnace the Second Martial Sister seized from a Sword Washing Pavilion disciple.
Now she understood how it had gone from Chuncao Pavilion to the Sword Washing Pavilion.
Fate, perhaps?
Even though the timeline had shifted, the Second Martial Sister still crossed paths with that disciple and the cauldron.
Her past wounds remained unhealed. The scars of ridicule and fear from childhood were not easily forgotten.
Misfortunes like that often take a lifetime to mend.
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Bai Lian rose, her expression unreadable.
Nearby, the lightning-struck cultivator twitched feebly.
Still clinging to life, he croaked, “Youngster, that’s the Sword Washing Pavilion. Don’t provoke them! Help me up, and I’ll put in a good word for you—”
“You worry too much!”
With a cold snort, Bai Lian waved her hand.
A flash of light from the Tianshu Sword Array reduced him to countless fragments, silencing him forever.
Taoist Lingye stood rooted in shock.
“Youngster, the Sword Washing Pavilion is no small force. You should leave before they retaliate—”
“How many are here?” Bai Lian interrupted.
Taoist Lingye hesitated. “There should be only two powerful ones.”
Two?
Bai Lian smiled faintly.
If she could emerge victorious, the reward would be the Mysterious Water Pearl—perfect for aiding her Second Martial Sister’s cultivation.
She might get hurt, but completing this task isn’t impossible.
Good.
Raising her Dirt-Free Sword like a conductor’s baton, she commanded dozens of flying swords to dance around the city, their dazzling white light piercing the dark sky.
“Today, I’ll help you conquer your fear!”
Crash!
The snowflakes dissipated, replaced by torrential rain threatening to flood Hening City.
