You call this the way of the sword?

Yang Qingfeng remembers clearly the sound he heard after absorbing the rare flower; it was both ethereal and desolate.

It sounds like it's traveled through endless ages, coming from a very distant place, and it gives you a feeling of... it's like being unable to live or die.

Therefore, the trial it offers is to kill it, hoping that those who come after it will be able to kill it.

But this woman gave off a completely different feeling.

She was more real, more lively, and even played with the spirit sword like a toy in a very playful way. She didn't seem to be in a state of wanting to die at all, and the trial was described differently by her.

What she said was, "Kill me, or I'll kill you."

At the same time, she was counting the time.

Fifteen minutes remaining.

Including the time spent earlier, the total time is about 30 minutes.

If you can't kill your opponent within 30 minutes, giving them more time is pointless. So the challenge duration itself isn't the problem, but it does contain some trickery.

If this trial were simply an attempt to kill the other, then 30 minutes would be just the right amount of time, enough for her to back down. But according to the woman, this trial was a life-or-death struggle between them.

The problem arises.

With her strength, she could probably kill me in just a few minutes. The disparity in strength makes setting a challenge duration unnecessary and fundamentally contradictory.

But she kept waiting.

During this time, he deliberately took a sword wound to expose a weakness.

Using a sea of ​​flowers to confuse the viewer.

He personally intervened to suppress the spirit sword.

All of this was guiding me to focus my attention on her.

Attack her repeatedly, trying to kill her until the challenge time runs out. When the trial ends and the roles reverse, she will kill you without hesitation.

In other words, the 30-minute challenge duration is real.

Time is real, but this woman is fake.

This woman doesn't want to die.

So she is not it.

The one that truly seeks death is the flower itself, and it is not in the sea of ​​flowers.

"If it weren't for your warning, I probably wouldn't have been able to avoid this trap. She put herself into the trap she set; once you fall in, there's only one way out: death."

"Thank you, sir."

Yang Qingfeng murmured to himself, his fingers twitching slightly.

Beside him, the man's sword fell low into the air, flying silently toward the battlefield.

At the same time, the spirit sword in the sea of ​​flowers suddenly disappeared, leaving the petals scattered everywhere in vain.

"Um?"

The toy suddenly disappeared, and a hint of wariness flashed in the woman's eyes. Only when she saw that the spirit sword had been summoned back by Yang Qingfeng did she lower her guard and reveal a playful smile again.

"Humans, they always like to play petty tricks. Too bad, I've seen it all."

The last five minutes.

Sword Wind returns once again, accompanied by Yang Qingfeng himself.

He linked the spirit swords together and used them to fly to the crystal coffin. He faced the woman and bowed, saying, "Junior Yang Qingfeng greets Senior."

The woman stood on the coffin, admiring Yang Qingfeng's handsome face, thinking that the boy's soul must taste especially sweet.

Aren't you going to make a move?

It seems there really are rules binding her… Yang Qingfeng raised his head and smiled bitterly, “Senior’s realm is profound, and this junior is truly unable to challenge you. Senior, would it be possible for this junior to give up the trial and for you to be merciful and let me leave?”

The woman's smile deepened, but she remained silent.

"Is that not allowed?"

Yang Qingfeng looked dejected and sighed resignedly, "Indeed, all efforts have been in vain. This junior is incompetent, so I cannot blame the senior for being heartless."

"However... once a woman said that people like us are not even ants. If you want to become an ant in someone else's eyes, you must at least know who the other person is so that the other person knows who they are, and so that they know... why they died."

As Yang Qingfeng spoke these words, his mind was filled with thoughts of his grandfather, and a trace of pain naturally appeared in his eyes. "This junior dares to ask your honorable title, senior? Please allow me to die knowing why!"

Seeing Yang Qingfeng bow to her again, the woman thought for a moment and uttered two words: "Yongling".

"Eternal Spirit..."

Yang Qingfeng pondered the title repeatedly, then suddenly pointed to the crystal coffin: "And what about this?"

Yongling raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting Yang Qingfeng to be so direct.

It seems this kid isn't so stupid after all; at least he can see through her disguise, though only superficially.

You've already lost when you think it's in the coffin.

Yongling said with great interest, "The ancestor of all flowers, the Origin Dao Flower."

"The progenitor of all flowers!?"

Yang Qingfeng was shocked, then suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. No wonder there are seniors here, no wonder this trial is so difficult... I didn't expect the Talent Secret Realm to have such an existence. My teacher didn't teach me about this."

Seeing him scratching his head and sighing, acting so realistically, Yongling smiled and her eyes crinkled.

She knew perfectly well that Yang Qingfeng, while pretending to be a clueless fool, had actually been secretly flying around on his sword and was now eyeing her coffin with predatory intent.

If he finds out that there's no Daohua in the coffin, will he cry?

Yongling was silently calculating in her heart, about to speak, when Yang Qingfeng suddenly laughed, leaped off his flying sword, and said loudly, "Thank you for your generous guidance, Senior. There are still two minutes left, and I would like to try one more time... to send you on your way!"

As he spoke, the spirit sword unfolded like a fan and roared up from behind him.

Still not giving up?

Yongling frowned and looked at the spirit sword.

It's definitely nine.

There was also an iron sword behind the coffin.

Is that all?

Looking at Yang Qingfeng so close to her, Yongling couldn't think of any other tricks he might have up his sleeve, but for some reason, she felt uneasy: "You won't find it."

"You can't kill me if you can't find it; you're destined to fail."

In order to make Yang Qingfeng give up struggling, Yongling directly opened the crystal coffin, revealing that it was empty. However, Yang Qingfeng did not even glance at it and went straight over to pick up the master's sword.

Then he turned around and said with a smile, "Senior, let's decide the winner and loser in two minutes, and determine life or death."

After saying that, he suddenly leaped up from the ground and was pulled by the flying sword towards the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

That end seemed to be empty, but in fact there was a deep space, the origin of the Eternal Spirits.

Yongling never expected that the sword spirit's vision could see the soul fire, and that the sword spirit that was first injured by her had been hiding in the shadows observing the deep space!

Just now, it finally found that faint trace of a soul!

Seeing Yang Qingfeng suddenly launch an attack, Yongling was stunned for a moment before suddenly becoming furious.

Only then did she realize that Yang Qingfeng had guessed all along that Daohua was not in the coffin, and that he did not intend to stab her with that iron sword, but was trying to trick her into talking and buy time!

"Shameless brat, you're asking for death!"

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, Yongling's figure flickered and instantly teleported to the front of the deep space, and without hesitation ignited the sea of ​​flowers.

Divine Incantation: Butterfly Prison.

Countless petals burst into flames, soaring into the sky and transforming into terrifying butterfly shadows that blotted out the sun, densely swarming towards Yang Qingfeng.

His vision was completely blocked in the Sumeru Dimension. An unimaginable pressure of magical power descended upon him, like a sharp awl piercing his bones, penetrating every crevice, as if it would crush him to pieces in the next instant.

Yang Qingfeng instantly sensed the approach of death, but once the arrow was released, there was no turning back.

Whether he succeeds or fails, Eternal Spirit will not let him go.

If fighting means certain death and not fighting means certain death anyway, then the better player must fight to the death!

Yang Qingfeng didn't know exactly what rules Yongling was bound by, but he was certain that if she wanted to kill him, she would have to pay a price. For her to wait patiently for 30 minutes, the price must be considerable; she might not even dare to kill him at all!

Time is of the essence; we have no choice but to take this gamble!

Faced with the approaching butterfly shadows, nine spiritual swords slashed through the sky and rushed into the enemy formation one after another.

This time, facing certain death, Yang Qingfeng's fighting spirit soared. With his will following his heart, his fierce sword light quickly gathered into a spiral sword array, and rapidly swirled and slashed out sword energy, shattering countless butterfly shadows wherever it passed.

"Spell Enhancement..."

Yongling muttered to himself, a hint of killing intent finally flashing in his eyes.

She waved her hand, triggering the transformation of the Butterfly Prison. Tens of millions of butterfly shadows surged forward like a torrent, crashing into the sword formation and exploding with a deafening roar, attempting to destroy the sword formation with brute force. At the same time, they surrounded Yang Qingfeng from the side, wrapping him in a cocoon with dense petals and restraining his momentum.

However, it lasted for less than two seconds before a sharp cracking sound was heard.

The cocoon burst open with a snap, and beams of light shone through the cracks, then exploded outwards.

boom!

Yang Qingfeng broke free of his restraints with his sword, his aura rising rapidly in an instant, but he was completely unaware of it, only focusing on rushing into the depths of space.

Yongling saw it clearly: the purple-gold patterns flashing on Yang Qingfeng's body were the revival of the will of the Primordial Dao Flower, helping him resist the Butterfly Prison!

"You really want to leave?"

Yongling's face turned grim. She could tell that Yang Qingfeng seemed to have discovered some rule and was now determined to risk his life.

He not only risked his own life, but he also risked hers!

What's even more infuriating is that the Origin Flower broke free from the rules in her desire to die, and with her current power, she cannot erase it unless she really uses a killing move on Yang Qingfeng.

Yongling looked up and saw that a protective barrier had already faintly appeared in the air. If she attacked the trial participants again, she would surely suffer a fatal blow.

"Damn it!"

"The Enlightenment Flower is a primordial spiritual object; cultivators of your generation are not worthy of possessing it."

"Yang Qingfeng, I'm saving you, don't be ungrateful!"

Upon suddenly hearing Yongling call him by his name, Yang Qingfeng's lips curled into a wild smile. Even the intense pain from the butterfly's bite couldn't make him flinch: "No need for senior's trouble, this junior has my master's help!"

As he spoke, Yang Qingfeng took out the protective stone that Chang Maofu had given him and crushed it violently.