I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 255 Phoenix Shadow and Radiant Spirit (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Before the final showdown began, Jiang Yi turned to look at the Cangling Sect disciples in the crowd. Shen Puning led the cheers, encouraging her.

"Crane Shadow is mighty, taking the championship!"

The disciples of Xuan Ying Sword Sect rolled their eyes in disdain, and then shouted even louder than the people of Cang Ling Sect.

"Senior Sister Liu, let them see how powerful we sword cultivators are!"

Both sides were locked in a fierce battle, each shouting louder than the last, making Xu Manxiu, who was standing in the front row, frown and pick his ears.

Other sect cultivators and independent cultivators were just watching the show, but most of them still hoped that Liu Taozhi would win, since it was closely related to their wealth.

Eventually, the other cultivators also started shouting, resulting in the entire arena filled with cheers for Liu Taozhi, completely drowning out the voices of the Cangling Sect disciples.

The louder you shout, the faster you lose!

"Yes! That's right!"

Qi Tian and his companions could only save face in this way, nervously clutching the betting signs at the gambling den, silently praying to all the gods and Buddhas.

The atmosphere inside the Liuli Terrace of the Yuqing Sect was also quite subtle.

Yu Hu, Tian Shou, and Xia Yangming exchanged glances, none of them daring to speak.

Danxi, however, was not afraid of trouble and directly asked Jiang Yurong, "Alliance Leader Jiang, who do you hope will win?"

Jiang Yurong glanced at Danxi, then looked away without saying a word.

Danxi couldn't help but burst out laughing. Several people looked over, and Danxi waved her hand and said with a smile, "I thought of something funny, hahaha."

The more Danxi laughed, the more Jiang Yurong frowned. But if she had to say who she hoped would win, she secretly favored Liu Taozhi, hoping that Yaoyao could use her sword to wake Yi'er up and bring her back to the right path.

Yao Yao has a single ice spiritual root and is only one step away from becoming an ice spirit body. She is also extremely talented in swordsmanship. Although she inherited the 'Nine Tribulations Sword' that she cultivated, she comprehended her own unique Nine Tribulations Sword Intent.

Although Yao Yao's progress from the mid to late stages of Foundation Establishment was delayed for many years due to old injuries, she eventually made it to the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Among all the Foundation Establishment disciples of Xuan Ying Sword Sect, she had the highest win rate in combat.

However, when it comes to hard work, Yi'er is still superior. She managed to make up for the difference in talent with hard work. But in the end, on this path of defying the heavens to seek immortality, hard work is the least worth mentioning. If only Yi'er had the same innate talent as Yao Yao.

Jiang Yurong took a deep breath to suppress her distress, ignoring the mischievous Danxi, and silently focused on the arena below.

……

On the glass platform, the blazing sun beats down.

The yellow sand churned in the scorching wind, reflecting a dazzling golden light, as if the entire world had been set ablaze.

Jiang Yi remained seated cross-legged on the ground, her red robes like flames. The Floating Life Zither rested on her lap, her fingertips lightly touching the strings. Without plucking the strings, an invisible sword aura already flowed around the zither.

Hua Gu hovered above Jiang Yi's head, her misty form rising and falling slightly, blocking out the scorching sunlight and casting a cool shadow.

Liu Taozhi walked to the opposite side of Jiang Yi and stood still. Her plain white sword robe fluttered in the wind. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze piercing through the scorching and distorted air, and landed on Jiang Yi.

In the past, she always stood behind her senior sister, watching her back as she fought with her sword.

Now, she finally stands opposite her senior sister, her sword pointing not at an enemy, but at the person she once relied on most, respected most, and wanted to follow most.

Fate, like a knife, cleaved them apart on the same path.

And now, they meet again as rivals.

“Liu Taozhi of Xuan Ying Sword Sect, please enlighten me.”

Liu Tao's voice was clear and cold, but it contained a barely perceptible tremor.

Jiang Yi raised her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips. Her eyes reflected Liu Taozhi's figure, but the tension and avoidance of the past were gone. After careful consideration, she put away the Floating Life Zither and stood up from the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, could you please give me a little time?"

Without a second thought, Liu Tao nodded vigorously, just like before. No matter what her senior sister said, whether she understood it or not, nodding first was always the right thing to do.

Jiang Yi called Hua Gu back, "You can rest this time, I can handle it myself."

Whoosh!

Hua Gu nuzzled Jiang Yi and returned to the Two Elements Falling.

Jiang Yi closed his eyes, his consciousness sank into the Immortal Ferry, possessed a little snow demon, and transformed into his own appearance.

Hongli peeked half her head out from behind the bamboo fence of the small courtyard. When she saw that it was Jiang Yi, she let out a soft moan and turned to leave, still seething with anger.

Beside the Sword Washing Pool, the Yaoling Sword hovered in mid-air, its crimson blade ablaze with golden flames, causing wisps of white mist to rise from the pool water. Sensing Jiang Yi's approach, the sword abruptly turned, its phoenix feather patterns flickering, pointing warily at her brow.

“Don’t be nervous, old friend,” Jiang Yi said, spreading his hands and stopping in place. “Take a closer look; your mark is still in my soul.”

The Yaoling Sword trembled, and the golden patterns on its spine seemed to move like living things. Suddenly, a line of fire shot out and pierced Jiang Yi's brow.

In the midst of excruciating pain, she allowed the sword energy to penetrate deep into her memory, letting it rummage through those blood-soaked, sword-wielding scenes from the depths of her mind.

The arduous training atop Xuan Ying Mountain, the desperate defense amidst the demonic tides of the North Sea, the unwavering determination to still grip the sword hilt even when his spiritual root shattered…

The sword's cry suddenly became shrill, and the golden flames surged and then abruptly subsided.

The Yaoling Sword circled Jiang Yi three times before finally stopping in front of her, but refused to fall into her palm.

“I know you resent me for abandoning my sword and starting over,” Jiang Yi said with a wry smile, her fingertips lightly touching the familiar phoenix feather pattern on the hilt of the sword. “But I have no choice. I have now lost my fire spirit root and can no longer be one with your soul.”

Zheng——

"We can talk about your grievances later. Right now, I need your help. Is that alright?"

The sword emitted a clear and melodious roar, and all the sword energy within Youxian Ferry hummed in unison, even the broken sword on Sword Tomb Mountain echoed in response.

This is the resonance of the Sword Tomb Array that only a spirit sword can trigger. The Yaoling Sword had been faintly alive when she formed her core, and now its spirituality has taken shape.

As Jiang Yi's consciousness returned to her body and she slowly opened her eyes, the air on the glass platform suddenly distorted.

With a wave of her hand, the crimson sword tore through the void and landed in Jiang Yi's palm with the force of a wildfire.

Snapped!
Golden-red flames coiled up her arm, but transformed into gentle fire patterns when they touched her shoulder, eventually condensing into a phoenix feather mark between her brows.

The Yaoling Sword emitted a clear and melodious cry, its sword energy soaring into the sky and causing the clouds in the heavens to surge like a tide.

A faint phantom of a fire phoenix appeared amidst the crimson sword light, and the scorching heat waves that swept past its long wings forced the onlookers to retreat.

Jiang Yi casually twirled her sword, her black hair fluttering as she slowly raised her bright face, now devoid of any harshness, and faced everyone with dignity.

Liu Taozhi tightened her grip on the sword, causing the Cold Moon Sword to vibrate and hum.

The Xuan Ying sword cultivators behind them were collectively speechless, and after a long while, they asked in disbelief.

"Is that sword in her hand... the Yaoling Sword?"

"Why is she able to wield our senior sister's natal sword?"

"Who is she?"

Xu Manxiu's pupils constricted to needles. Due to his excitement, he lost control of his sword and fell into the vast yellow sand. He stumbled and staggered uncontrollably toward the arena.

Just so I can see it more clearly and in more detail.

The crowd erupted in uproar, all eyes focused on the phoenix mark between Jiang Yi's brows and the Yaoling Sword.

"Could Jiang Heying really be Jiang Fengying from the Xuan Ying Sword Sect, or an imposter?"

"Didn't Jiang Fengying die in battle in front of the Xuan Ying Sword Sect's mountain gate eight years ago?!"

"Fool! Didn't you see the renowned Yaoling Sword resonating for her!"

"Did she possess another's body and be reborn, or did she return to life in another's body?"

Qi Tian covered his mouth with both hands and stared intently at the arena. No wonder he had always thought it looked like it; it wasn't just similar, it was exactly the same!
What has he done to his benefactor?! He deserves to die, a thousand times over!

Qi Tian turned to look at Zhao Cangyun, his expression unchanged, and even glared at him. He then looked at Shen Puning, who just smiled without showing any shock. Xin Wushuang remained expressionless, revealing nothing.

So they already knew all along? Why couldn't he infiltrate their circle? That's outrageous.

Qi Tian turned to look at Feng Wuhen and the others, and they were all stunned, their mouths agape. This made him feel a little better.

The sword light remained unchanged, and the mountains and rivers trembled.

Jiang Yi raised her eyes and smiled lightly, her sword sweeping across ten miles of dust.

"Jiang Heying of the Cangling Sect is here. Please enlighten me!"

Jiang Yi's clear voice sent shivers down the spines of all the Xuan Ying sword cultivators, turning their faces ashen and plunging them into a deathly silence.

Zhao Cangyun squinted with pleasure as he looked at the group of foolish sword cultivators, gloating.

Your senior sister doesn't want you anymore~
(End of this chapter)