After the yandere fairies were reborn, they all wanted to possess me!

The walls of the training room haven't been repaired yet.

Su Chen looked at the huge hole he had blasted through with his sword, and then at the still-smoking crack on the distant mountain wall, feeling a little uneasy.

If the sect leader finds out, he'll probably have his spirit stones confiscated.

He quickly put away the Chaos Sword and pretended that nothing had happened.

The fifth sword, Chaos Returns to Nothingness.

The names of these sword techniques are increasingly intimidating, and their power is indeed greater with each one.

The fourth sword, Chaos Returns to One, merges the eight split sword energies into one, making it eight times more powerful than before. Even the anti-vibration formation couldn't withstand a single strike.

The fifth sword strike is even more difficult, requiring the infusion of devouring power into the sword energy. Wherever the sword energy passes, even air, light, and spiritual energy are swallowed up, creating a brief vacuum zone.

Su Chen sat down cross-legged, took out a pill to restore spiritual power from his storage ring and swallowed it, closing his eyes to feel the spiritual power slowly filling his dantian.

After mastering the second level of the Chaos Body Refining Technique, my spiritual energy recovery speed increased significantly. Previously, it would take me to meditate for half an hour to exhaust my spiritual energy, but now I can recover 70% in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

As he recovered, he pondered the secrets of the fifth sword.

The power of devouring is not about breaking things, but about swallowing them whole.

If it's broken, there are still fragments; if you swallow it, nothing remains. This power is related to the essence of the Chaotic Dao Body.

Chaos gives birth to all things, and it can also devour all things.

Birth and death are two sides of the same coin.

He recalled the words of the chaotic will in his dantian: "The Chaotic Dao Body has no limits. As long as you are strong enough, you can become infinitely stronger."

Having no limits means being able to devour everything and also create everything.

Devour others' spiritual power and make it your own; devour others' attacks and turn them into nothingness; devour this world, and you will become the world yourself.

Damn, just thinking about it is awesome.

He opened his eyes, stood up, and gripped his sword.

Spiritual energy surged into the sword, and a dark golden light overflowed from the blade, becoming denser and deeper than before.

He stared at the target in front of him, which was only half-repaired—the one that had been vaporized by the fourth sword yesterday had been replaced with a new one.

He focused his spiritual energy on one point.

This time it wasn't a split or a merger, but rather the sword energy was compressed into a vortex.

The center of the vortex was empty; there was nothing there, not even light.

Everything around was sucked in—spiritual energy, air, light—all rushed into that point.

The light on the sword began to distort, as if it were being pulled by something.

Su Chen gritted his teeth and continued to suppress it.

The vortex grew larger and larger, the suction force stronger and stronger. The spiritual energy in the cultivation room began to surge wildly, all pouring into that spot on his sword. The shock-absorbing array on the wall flickered violently, as if it were about to be sucked away.

"Buzz—"

The vortex was formed.

Su Chen unleashed a sword strike.

A dark golden beam of light shot out from the tip of the sword, not in a straight line, but in a spiral, like a spinning dragon.

Wherever the beam of light passed, it plowed a deep trench into the ground; the stones were not cut open, but swallowed up, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The beam of light struck the opposite wall—

The wall is gone.

It's not broken, it's gone.

Along with the wall, a large section of the mountainside behind it was also gone, revealing a semi-circular gap with edges so smooth it looked like it had been licked by something.

Su Chen was stunned.

Holy crap, that's intense?

He quickly sheathed his sword, looking at the large hole, feeling both uneasy and exhilarated.

The real danger is that this commotion will definitely not be hidden from anyone; the real thrill is its power—even a late-stage Golden Core cultivator would be forced to kneel after taking a single blow.

As he was thinking, the door was pushed open.

Ling Qianxue stood at the doorway, looking at the large hole, then at him, her gaze as calm as if she were looking at an ordinary wall.

"Have you mastered the fifth sword technique?"

"Not yet," Su Chen answered honestly. "That was just luck; I couldn't control it. I might not succeed if I try again."

"Um."

Ling Qianxue transformed and walked in, stood in front of him, and took the Chaos Sword from his hand.

The sword was still trembling slightly, its dark golden light not yet completely subsided. She looked down at the ancient runes on the blade for a long time.

"Is the fifth sword called Chaos Returns to Nothingness?"

"Um."

"Gui Xu..." she repeated softly, handing the sword back to him. "Ancient legends say that there is a place called Gui Xu in the world, where all things return to nothingness. This sword is meant to return everything to nothingness."

Su Chen was taken aback. "Master knows about this too?"

"I checked," Ling Qianxue said calmly. "I've checked every single sword technique you practiced."

Su Chen felt a warmth in his heart. His master was thinking of everything for him, even checking the sword techniques he was supposed to practice in advance.

"Keep practicing." She turned and walked out. "Come find me when you've mastered it."

"Master," Su Chen called out to her.

"Um?"

"Have you been standing outside the whole time?"

Ling Qianxue, without turning around or saying a word, pushed open the door and left.

Su Chen looked at the closed door, a warmth filling her heart. When did her master start standing outside? When he practiced his fourth sword technique? Or even earlier? Every time he practiced, she would wait at the door, never urging him, never asking questions, just waiting.

He took a deep breath and continued practicing the fifth sword strike.

……

The news of the huge hole that Su Chen blasted out with his sword in the main peak square had spread throughout the entire sect.

A group of people stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the semi-circular gap in the mountainside, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"This was achieved by someone in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage?"

"Is Foundation Establishment beyond the limits the same as ordinary Foundation Establishment?"

"But this is too outrageous. What if that sword had hit someone..."

Even those in the late Golden Core stage couldn't withstand it.

"Holy crap, does that mean he can fight two levels higher now?"

"Chaotic Dao Body, Breaking Limits Foundation Establishment, Chaotic Sword, Chaotic Nine Swords, if you add these together, crossing two levels is already considered conservative."

"What about the peak Golden Core stage?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried it. But knowing his personality, he'll have to give it a try sooner or later."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Standing outside the crowd, Nangong Wan looked at the large hole in the mountainside, and that complex feeling welled up inside her again. He was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that she could barely see his back anymore. But she didn't want to give up, and she wouldn't give up.

She turned and walked towards Sword Peak. She needed to cultivate, to become stronger, and to get closer to him. Halfway there, she encountered Gu Hongmei.

The two looked at each other and saw what was in each other's eyes.

"Go practice your swordsmanship?" Nangong Wan asked.

"Mm." Gu Hongmei nodded.

The two walked side by side for a while, neither speaking. As they neared Sword Peak, Gu Hongmei suddenly spoke, "He's almost finished mastering his fifth sword technique."

Nangong Wan paused, "How did you know?"

"That's what Senior Uncle Ling said."

Nangong Wan was silent for a moment, then smiled, "He learns really fast."

"Um."

"We need to hurry too."

"Um."

The two continued walking, their pace quickening slightly.

……

On the training ground of the Law Enforcement Hall, Gu Hongmei unleashed a sword strike, the moonlight of the sword piercing the night sky and illuminating half of the mountain.

Not enough, still not enough. She gritted her teeth and continued practicing, once, twice, three times, until her spiritual energy was exhausted and she couldn't even lift her hands.

She sheathed her sword and looked toward the main peak.

The large hole was on the mountainside. When the moonlight shone in, it was pitch black, like an eye.

She looked at it for a long time, then smiled—a faint smile, but a genuine one.

He has become stronger, and she must become stronger too, at least to be able to stand beside him, not as a burden, but as an equal.

She took a deep breath, swallowed a pill, and continued practicing.

……

Behind Jianfeng Mountain, Nangong Wan's exclusive sword practice area.

With a single slash of her sword, the silver sword energy cleaved the boulder in front of her in two. Not enough, still not enough.

She closed her eyes, recalling his sword aura that night, the dark golden light, the phantom of that chaotic deity, and the overwhelming power. She opened her eyes and unleashed a sword strike.

The edges of the silver sword energy were faintly tinged with dark gold.

She was stunned.

This is……

His aura was mixed into her sword energy?

She recalled that night when his sword energy moved in and out of her dantian, the feeling of pain and pleasure, the emptiness of being filled and then emptied.

Could it be that his sword energy remained in her body from that time onward?

She looked down at her hands; a silver light shone in her palm, with a faint, yet unmistakable, hint of dark gold at its edge. She bit her lip, blushing.

That bastard...

But suddenly, a strange feeling welled up inside me. It wasn't shame, it was...excitement.

His sword energy was everywhere within her—in her dantian, in her spiritual power. She took a deep breath and continued practicing her swordsmanship.

This time, the dark gold within the silver sword energy was even more intense.

……

On the other side of the main peak, Yun Ling'er leaned against the window, looking at the big hole in the mountainside, her little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle.

He's gotten even stronger, many times stronger than her. She couldn't even touch the edge of his fifth sword strike; she hadn't even reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage; she couldn't even...

She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. But she didn't cry. She took a deep breath, picked up her sword, and pushed open the door. In the courtyard, the moonlight shone on her, on her small face.

She stopped, raised her sword, and unleashed a sword aura that struck the tree opposite her, chipping off a piece of bark.

Still so weak, she gritted her teeth and continued practicing, once, twice, three times, until her hands were worn raw, until she could no longer hold the sword steadily.

She sheathed her sword, looked in the direction of the main peak for a long time, and then smiled—a stubborn smile.

To be continued tomorrow.

……

Hongxiuyuan.

Chu Hongxiu herself stood by the window, looking in the direction of the main peak, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"The fifth sword, Chaos Returns to Nothingness. This kid is really fast." She licked her lips, her little tongue soft and wet. "My silly disciple is still in seclusion. By the time she comes out, she probably won't even be able to catch up with his back."

She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. Those two huge mounds, wrapped in her nightgown, were heavy and even bigger than Tianxiang's.

Those fleshy legs, clad in black stockings, were long and straight, with a ring of flesh visible at the base of their thighs. Their bare feet stood on the ground, their toes round and full, painted with dark red nail polish.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, and then smiled.

Soon, once he masters his fifth sword technique and becomes a little stronger, it will be her turn to appear.

She pushed open the door and went out, heading towards the main peak.

……

In the cultivation room, Su Chen tried seven more times and succeeded three times.

The success rate is less than 50%, but each time it succeeds, the power of that sword strike is greater than the last.

The last time, the sword energy swallowed the entire wall, even leaving a large chunk missing from the outer mountain wall.

He sheathed his sword and gasped for breath.

The fifth sword technique can be considered mastered, though it is unstable, it can be used as a killing move in critical moments.

He pushed open the door and went out. It was already dark outside, and the moon hung in the sky, big and round.

Ling Qianxue stood at the doorway, still wearing that light blue dress. The moonlight shone on her, making her delicate, aloof face appear almost transparently white.

"Did it work?"

"It's done, barely done."

"Okay." She turned around. "Go back and rest."

The two walked back. Halfway there, a figure descended from the sky and landed in front of him.

A long, bright red dress with a very low neckline, revealing most of her two enormous breasts, white and swaying. Chu Hongxiu.

She looked at him with a smile, "Su Chen~ Finished practicing your sword?"

Su Chen looked at her. "Is there something you need, Senior Uncle Chu?"

"Yes~" She took a step closer, her black-stockinged legs almost touching his body, "I've come to give you something nice."

She took out a jade slip from her sleeve and handed it to him. "This is a notebook left by an ancient sword cultivator. It contains cultivation insights about the last three swords of the Nine Chaos Swords. Take it; it should be useful."

Su Chen took the jade slip and probed it with his spiritual power. It was filled with densely written words, all of which were his insights into the way of the sword and his analysis of the Nine Swords of Chaos.

"Why are you giving it to me?" he asked, looking at her.

"Why?" Chu Hongxiu smiled. "Because I want to give it to you."

Su Chen paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you, Senior Uncle Chu."

"You're welcome~" Chu Hongxiu turned around, took a few steps, then turned back again, "By the way, Tianxiang will be out of seclusion tomorrow. She's at the peak of the late Golden Core stage, just one step away from reaching the peak of the Golden Core stage."

Su Chen was secretly delighted. "So fast?"

"That girl is practicing like crazy, how could she not be happy?" Chu Hongxiu licked her lips. "It's all for you."

Su Chen was stunned. Tianxiang went into seclusion for him, and she practiced desperately for him.

Looking into his eyes, Chu Hongxiu felt a pang of heartache and tenderness, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside her—bitter, sweet, and a hint of inexplicable anticipation. She turned and disappeared into the night.

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, stood to the side, watching this scene without saying a word. But her gaze was even deeper than yesterday.

……

The next morning, when Su Chen woke up, the sunlight was already streaming in. Little White was nestled on his chest, fast asleep. He stroked its little head, placed it on his pillow, got up, and walked to the window.

There were already people in twos and threes on the main peak square outside, discussing among themselves.

"Have you heard? Su Chen has mastered his fifth sword technique!"

"Chaos Returns to Nothingness! A single sword strike swallowed the entire mountain wall!"

"That's insane!"

Su Chen listened to the discussions, smiled, and pushed open the door to go out.

In the courtyard, Ling Qianxue stood there, dressed in a moon-white long dress with a tightly closed neckline. However, the dress still stretched her breasts taut, and her tender legs, wrapped in white stockings, were faintly visible beneath it.

"Master, what are we practicing today?"

"The sixth sword," she said, looking at him. "Once you've mastered it, you'll be more than halfway through the Nine Swords of Chaos."

Su Chen nodded, "Okay."

The two walked towards the training room.

Halfway there, Tianxiang caught up from behind.

"Senior Brother Su Chen!" She ran over, the two giant balls of lightning swaying with her movements. Reaching him, panting, her face flushed, she exclaimed, "I...I've finished my seclusion! Peak late-stage Golden Core!"

Su Chen looked at her, and seeing her excited expression, his heart warmed. "Congratulations."

"Yes!" Tianxiang nodded emphatically, then tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Senior Brother Su Chen, I... I heard you've mastered the fifth sword technique?"

"I barely managed to master it."

"Amazing..." Tianxiang's eyes shone like stars.

Ling Qianxue, in her disguise, walked beside them, watching the scene without saying a word.

Three people walked side by side on the bluestone road.

……

In the cultivation room, Su Chen sat cross-legged, took out the jade slip given to him by Chu Hongxiu, and examined it carefully.

The notes of an ancient sword cultivator are written in messy handwriting, but the content is profound. The cultivation insights on the last three swords of the Nine Swords of Chaos are written in particular detail.

The sixth sword is called Chaos Without Form. It's not for attack, but for defense.

Transform the sword energy into an invisible and formless shield, covering the entire body. Any attack that hits the shield will be decomposed, devoured, and reduced to nothingness by the power of chaos.

Once this sword technique is mastered, attacks from those below the peak of the Golden Core stage will be ineffective against him.

Su Chen's eyes lit up. Isn't this fucking invincible?

He continued reading, and the notes said that the key to the sixth sword was not output, but conversion.

Transform the power that attacks you into your own spiritual power.

The harder the opponent hits, the faster you recover.

Damn, isn't this just a power bank?

He became more and more excited as he watched, and couldn't wait to start practicing immediately.

However, there was a small line of text at the end of the notes: "This sword is extremely difficult to make; only those with great perseverance can master it."

The practitioner must endure attacks a hundred times greater than themselves, and comprehend the true meaning of chaos on the edge of life and death. The slightest carelessness will result in the annihilation of both body and soul.

Su Chen was stunned. An attack a hundred times stronger than himself? Wasn't that just courting death? He thought for a moment, then put the jade slip away.

Practice other skills first; there's no rush for the sixth sword move.

He stood up, took out the Chaos Sword, and continued practicing the fifth sword strike. He focused on stability and control, increasing the success rate from 50% to 80%, and then to 100%.

One sword, two swords, three swords, after practicing all morning, the success rate finally reached 70%.

He sheathed his sword, swallowed a pill, and sat cross-legged to recover his spiritual energy.

Tianxiang sat beside him, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him practice swordsmanship. Her two enormous fists were pressed flat on the table, their white flesh spilling out from her collar.

The bells on his little feet jingled quietly, occasionally ringing softly, as if cheering him on.

Su Chen opened his eyes and looked at her, feeling a warmth in his heart. "Tianxiang."

"Um?"

"What were you thinking about when you went into seclusion?"

Tianxiang blushed, "N-nothing..."

"That's a lie."

Tianxiang lowered her head and whispered, "I miss... I miss Senior Brother Su Chen... I want to become stronger quickly... I want to protect Senior Brother Su Chen..."

Su Chen looked at her, at her shy yet earnest expression, and felt a warmth welling up inside him. He reached out and gently patted her head. "Thank you."

"...Mm." Tianxiang nodded and smiled, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

Ling Qianxue, in her transformed form, stood at the doorway, watching this scene without saying a word.

……

That evening, Su Chen returned to the villa. Little White jumped off the bed, leaped onto his shoulder, and rubbed its little head against his face, meowing happily. Su Chen smiled and patted its head. "Good boy."

Little White nuzzled against him again, then looked out the window, pricked up its ears, and let out a soft "woof!" as it pointed its little paws outside.

Su Chen walked to the window and looked out. A person stood in the courtyard. She wore a moon-white palace dress, her long, dark hair was tied up high, and she wore a white jade phoenix crown; her face was aloof. It was Li Mingyuezhu, the second princess of the Li Yang Immortal Dynasty. She stood in the moonlight, looking out his window.

Su Chen pushed open the door and went out. "Does Your Highness, the Second Princess, have something to say?"

"Yes." She looked at him. "I've seen your fifth sword."

Su Chen was taken aback. "You saw it?"

"Such a commotion, the entire Qingyun Sect saw it." She paused, "I came to ask you for a favor."

"What kind of help?"

"Help me pull out my sword."

Su Chen was stunned. "Draw your sword?"

"Hmm." She unfastened the sword from her waist and handed it to him. The sword was pure white, with ancient runes engraved on its scabbard and a pale blue gem set in the hilt, emitting a soft glow.

"This sword is called Frostbite. I obtained it in an ancient ruin when I was fifteen years old. There is a seal on the scabbard, and no one but a Chaos Dao Body can draw it."

Su Chen looked at her. "How did you know the Chaos Dao Body could be extracted?"

"Just a guess," she said calmly. "Ancient relics, the Chaos Dao Body, the Chaos Sword, and you. These things connected together are no coincidence."

Su Chen was silent for a moment before taking the sword. The scabbard was icy cold to the touch, like holding a block of ice.

He gripped the hilt of the sword and pulled hard. He couldn't pull it out; the sword didn't budge.

He paused for a moment, then applied more force, but still couldn't pull it out. He channeled his chaotic spiritual energy into his palm, and a dark golden light shone forth as he tried again.

"Buzz—"

The sword was drawn three inches from its sheath. A bone-chilling cold emanated from the scabbard, making his hands numb. Two words were engraved on the sword: Frost.

The second princess's eyes lit up. She reached out and gently stroked the three-inch sword blade. "Just as I thought..."

She looked at him, and a flicker of emotion finally crossed her calm eyes. "Young Master Su, could you pull it a little further?"

Su Chen applied even more force, and the sword extended another two inches. Five inches. The chill intensified, and a thin layer of frost formed on his hands. He quickly sheathed the sword and returned it to her.

The second princess took the sword, looked down at the ancient runes on the scabbard for a long time, then looked up at him, "Young Master Su, are you willing to help me?"

"How can I help?"

"Use your chaotic spiritual power to help me break the seal."

Su Chen thought for a moment, "Okay, but not now. My cultivation level isn't high enough right now; if I forcefully break the seal, the sword will break."

The second princess was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, I'll wait for you." She turned around, took a few steps, then turned back. "Young Master Su."

"Um?"

"Watch out for my sister," she said, before disappearing into the night.

Su Chen stood there, stunned for a long while. Be careful of her sister? Li Mingyue? Why?

He shook his head and went back inside.

……

It was late at night, and the main peak courtyard was very quiet. Xiao Bai was sleeping soundly on the bed, sprawled out, and Su Chen was also asleep, fast asleep.

In his dream, he saw that woman again, with snow-white hair and a plain white Taoist robe, standing in a chaotic world, reaching out to him.

"Chen'er".

"Master."

"Don't rush to practice the sixth sword."

Su Chen was stunned. "Why?"

"Your physical body isn't strong enough to withstand a hundredfold attack." She looked at him. "First, practice the Chaos Body Refining Technique to the third level, then practice the sixth sword."

Su Chen nodded, "Okay."

She laughed, a laugh exactly like Ling Qianxue's, cool and aloof, but beneath that laugh lay a mad, morbid, and intensely intense love.

"good."

He opened his eyes. It was already daylight, and sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his face. Little White was nestled against his chest, fast asleep. He stroked its little head, got up, and went to the window.

Today, I practiced the third level of the Chaos Body Refining Technique.