Chapter 370
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Chapter 370: All Means Exhausted
Shui Qingxuan seemed to ascend invisible stairs, her steps light and graceful as she stood suspended in midair.
Su Hao stared in disbelief. This was his wife of nearly two decades, yet today she’d revealed a hidden side he’d never imagined.
A holy maiden of the Xiling Demon Race, trained in the Great Demon’s Divine Point Art, she’d inexplicably retreated to the remote Jin Kingdom, joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, and met him by chance. For twenty years, she’d sealed her cultivation, aging like an ordinary mortal from a youthful girl to an elegant woman. Yet beneath that facade lay secrets far beyond Su Hao’s comprehension.
As his wife approached, her beauty radiant and ethereal, Su Hao wondered—what truly lay in her heart?
Shui Qingxuan met her husband’s gaze without shame or regret, only unwavering tenderness. Seeing this, the fog of doubt in Su Hao’s mind vanished like mist scattered by a sea breeze.
For twenty years, they’d shared a bond so deep that a single glance conveyed their innermost thoughts. Now, as their eyes locked, Su Hao’s lips curved into a soft smile. He stepped forward, clasped her delicate hand, and chuckled lightly.
Shui Qingxuan smiled back, their silent understanding erasing all barriers between them.
“To think the Xiling Demon Race’s holy maiden would forsake her legacy for a forty-year-old fool stuck at the Golden Core realm,” Sage Huoyun remarked, clicking his tongue. “Shattering the Great Demon’s Divine Point Art? How pathetic.”
“Leave now, and we’ll spare you,” Shui Qingxuan replied coldly, her disdain palpable.
Unlike the others, she knew the true threat of a seventh-level Golden Core expert who’d survived heavenly tribulation. Though Huoyun’s energy was nearly depleted, he could still unleash his full power in desperation. Even ten times their combined strength wouldn’t kill him—unless they used *that* move.
“Do you truly believe I’d retreat?” Huoyun sneered.
“Enough talk!” Elder Seven roared. “Today, you won’t escape!”
“You’ve already weathered the heavenly tribulation,” Shui Qingxuan pressed. “Your Golden Core cracks as your Nascent Soul forms. Why hunt us?”
Huoyun smirked. “Surviving tribulation without the ‘Sacrificial Substitution’ method is nearly impossible. Demons like you are perfect substitutes. Though I’ve succeeded, my sect has many disciples needing aid. Each demon captured trades for treasures. Why *wouldn’t* I take you?”
Su Hao stepped forward, fury burning. “Then we fight to the death. You’ll never take them!”
Murong Wuqing’s eyes flickered with cold longing.
Ye Yun listened, realizing the grim odds of surviving tribulation. Even geniuses at the sixth Golden Core level rarely succeeded.
“He’s right,” the Sword Ancestor’s voice echoed in Ye Yun’s mind. “But their methods are flawed. Proper techniques could save hundreds out of thousands. The ‘Sacrificial Substitution’ fools the heavens but stunts future growth—impurities remain, trapping them at Nascent Soul.”
“What’s the proper method?” Ye Yun asked urgently.
“I’ve forgotten,” the Sword Ancestor admitted. “Once I reclaim my fragmented soul, I’ll tell you.”
Ye Yun’s resolve hardened. If they survived this, reaching Nascent Soul in the Great Qin Empire might be possible.
“Boy,” the Sword Ancestor warned, “even trash like Bi Hao has pills to restore power. Huoyun will have worse. Killing him is impossible.”
A chill crept down Ye Yun’s spine. Yet retreat meant death for all.
“Focus on Shui Qingxuan,” the Sword Ancestor murmured. “The Xiling Demon Race’s secrets might hold hope.”
Ye Yun studied her serene face, sensing no trace of the power Huoyun feared.
“Ye Yun!” Su Hao barked suddenly.
“Here!”
“Gather your senior brothers,” Su Hao ordered.
Ye Yun froze. “The Ten Kill Formation?”
Su Hao nodded. “Will you comply?”
Ye Yun bowed deeply. “I will.”
