Chapter 14 Part 1
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Chapter 14: Elder Martial Sister, I Want to Be Your Sword! (1)
The world is big. I want to see it.
Zhao Shuo had thought so just a quarter of an hour ago.
Stand high and see far.
Back then, he was the Sword Bearer of the Sword Washing Pavilion.
Among millions of people in the world, few had a brighter future than him.
He had suddenly appeared in Hening City, subtly indicating his intentions. From the leader of Chuncao Pavilion to the patriarchs, Elders, and deacons, they had worshiped him like a god.
But times changed in just one breath.
When the white light broke through the thick rain clouds, he instantly fell from being the genius of the Sword Washing Pavilion to a “bad ruler forsaken by all.”
Zhao Shuo looked around.
He saw their lips moving but couldn’t hear what they were saying.
When he looked their way, everyone, including the people of Chuncao Pavilion, unconsciously stepped back.
With disregard, and even a bit of fear.
Don’t get entangled!
Zhao Shuo lowered his perplexed eyes.
His world suddenly became only two feet wide.
Two feet away lay another world, separated by the sword spirit Qi of the Tianshu Sword Array, where people regarded him with complete indifference.
“I…” Zhao Shuo tried to look Bai Lian in the eye.
However, the “light” surrounding Bai Lian was so dazzling that he lowered his head again, seeing only the cold tip of the Dirt Free Sword.
As if wearing a heavy yoke around his neck, his breathing became difficult.
Why had it become like this?
Zhao Shuo still couldn’t understand.
Why was Bai Lian standing opposite him? Why was Bai Lian the Martial Sister of the inconspicuous daughter of the Xiao family?
Why was his bodyguard as weak as a rag? Why was his Scabbard unable to lift his sword?
“This is illogical!” Zhao Shuo suddenly shouted in anger.
The outburst made everyone present raise their heads.
Zhao Shuo’s excitement was almost tangible to Bai Lian.
He was angry, and he was afraid.
Especially when Bai Lian slowly placed the Dirt Free Sword against his neck.
It’s so cold.
Is that the smell of death?
His talent, his life, his glory, his pride… would all be destroyed like this?
No way.
How could he die so easily?
Zhao Shuo’s face darkened. “I am the Sword Bearer of the Sword Washing Pavilion, and my future is bright!”
Why was Bai Lian so strong at such a young age?
Why was Bai Lian a Natural Saint?
For what?
Bai Lian held the sword firmly. “Do you think I will kill you?” she asked with a smile.
Facing the question, Zhao Shuo remained silent, staring at the ground.
The raindrops hung suspended in the air, and after so long, the ground began to dry.
Suddenly, Zhao Shuo felt the cold steel leave his neck. He jerked his head up, and heavy raindrops landed on his face. He instinctively closed his eyes.
The rain was falling again.
“Actually, I’m not interested in fighting,” Bai Lian said softly.
Bai Lian extended her right hand. In the flashing blue and white light, her fingers slowly unfurled.
The Tianshu Sword Array rapidly expanded, encircling an area dozens of meters wide.
This was the challenge arena!
Bai Lian withdrew two Flying Swords of similar grade from her storage pendant.
One sword hung before Zhao Shuo.
One before herself.
“I’m here today for my Martial Sister,” she declared, her voice clear and resolute, shaking everyone present.
Xiao Jinse, who had maintained a troubled expression, raised her head and blinked.
Martial Sister!
All eyes turned at once, focusing on Xiao Jinse and Su Youwei.
An insider quickly shared the story. After all, Hening City wasn’t far from Castle Peak City. “The Xiao Family’s Waste” being brought to the Duxian sect by Bai Lian and becoming the second disciple of the Qiongming Peak had been sensational news.
“The second younger Martial Sister of Bai Lian was scheduled to be the Sword Bearer of the Sword Washing Pavilion…” the man explained.
But everything had changed after they discovered her Obsolete Spiritual Root. Xiao Jinse had fallen from grace.
At just ten years old, Xiao Jinse had stood in the hall, listening as someone barely older than her pronounced her “death sentence.”
“How can someone with an Obsolete Spiritual Root become the Sword Bearer of the Sword Washing Pavilion?”
“You nearly made the Sword Washing Pavilion a laughingstock!”
“This is a capital crime!”
Amidst the angry scolding from the Sword Washing Pavilion disciples, only her father had spoken in Xiao Jinse’s defense.
The other Xiao family members had distanced themselves before joining in the condemnation.
It was her father’s generous gift that had finally appeased the Sword Washing Pavilion disciples.
“For the sake of your ancestors’ friendship with our Elder, I will forgive your sins this time.”
For the Sword Washing Pavilion disciples, this might have been “forgiveness.” For Xiao Jinse, it was merely commuting a death sentence to life imprisonment.
The crowd whispered among themselves.
“This is really too much.”
“After all, it was for the big sect’s ‘dignity.'”
“But Xiao Jinse has an Obsolete Spiritual Root, right? How did she cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Stage?”
“Apparently, the Sword Washing Pavilion was wrong.”
The smile had vanished from Bai Lian’s face.
She glanced back at Xiao Jinse anxiously.
To her surprise, her Second Younger Martial Sister appeared calm.
Yes, Bai Lian realized.
Second Junior Sister is the future Holy Spirit Goddess!
When Bai Lian had first brought Xiao Jinse to the Duxin sect, the girl had scratched her own face, saying she would mark her body with scars to strengthen her resolve.
The Second Younger Martial Sister wasn’t as fragile as Bai Lian had imagined.
Perhaps this was what they meant by “Caring is not an advantage!”
She wasn’t the protagonist, but Second Younger Martial Sister was!
A slight smile touched Bai Lian’s lips.
When she turned back to Zhao Shuo, her expression hardened. “That man could have easily broken the agreement gracefully, but he chose to humiliate my Martial Sister. Is this the way of your Sword Washing Pavilion?”
Ju Buyi wanted to speak but found himself silenced when he looked at Zhao Shuo.
Silence fell, and no one dared speak.
Su Youwei’s eyes flickered with understanding.
This was the first time she’d learned the full details of Second Elder Martial Sister’s past.
Everyone had their struggles, but Second Elder Martial Sister had suffered far worse than she. At least Su Youwei had gotten another chance. What Second Martial Sister had lost would never return.
Su Youwei unconsciously stepped back, yielding the stage to Second Elder Martial Sister.
Initially, she had envied Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian’s kindness toward Second Elder Martial Sister. Now, she only wanted to embrace Second Elder Martial Sister and say:
“With Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian here, the sky will clear up soon!”
