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

The three top-grade Heavenly Dao Qi brought back from the trip to the Southern Region enabled Su Chen to break through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm in one fell swoop.

But he knew in his heart that it took not three paths to go from the late Nascent Soul stage to the early Deity Transformation stage, but nine.

Only nine supreme-grade Heavenly Dao energies can forge the foundation for becoming a Divine Transformation cultivator.

He has no money left.

He tossed that unused high-grade Heavenly Dao Qi into a corner of his storage ring, where it gathered dust.

Su Chen stood in the center of the training room, the Chaos Sword resting horizontally on his lap.

The runes on the sword lit up, and a dark golden light overflowed from the blade, flowing down like water.

This sword is already comparable to the Guixu Sword recorded in the ancient sword cultivator's notes, but he knows that it is still missing one thing—a sword soul.

The Guixu Sword possesses a sword spirit, which is why it has remained undiminished for tens of thousands of years.

The Chaos Sword has no sword spirit; it is merely a sharp, high-grade magic weapon.

A sword without a sword spirit can never become a divine weapon.

He sheathed his sword, pushed open the door, and went out.

In the courtyard, Tianxiang was squatting on the ground, playing with Xiaobai.

Little Bai lay sprawled out, belly up, its two little paws curled up in front of its chest, humming contentedly as it was being rubbed.

She wore a light pink dress today, with a neckline that was higher than usual.

But those two giant thunderbolts still stretched the skirt tight, and her white flesh spilled out from the neckline.

Beneath the skirt, her tender legs, encased in white stockings, were pressed tightly together, her calves fleshy, with a faint mark left by the stocking tops.

The bells on the little feet were quiet and didn't ring.

"Senior Brother Su Chen!"

As soon as she saw him, she stood up and ran over. "Have you finished practicing your sword?"

"Um."

Su Chen patted her head. "Tianxiang, do you know where there are sword spirits?"

Tianxiang was stunned. "Sword Soul? What's that?"

"The soul of a sword. The swords of ancient sword cultivators all possessed sword souls, which is why they have remained intact for tens of thousands of years. My Chaos Sword has no sword soul; it is merely a sharp, high-grade magic weapon."

Tianxiang thought for a moment, "Master might know. She'll go ask Master."

She turned and ran, the bells on her little feet jingling merrily, and the two giant thunderbolts swayed back and forth with her running.

Su Chen watched her run away and smiled.

This silly girl.

Chu Hongxiu walked over from the direction of Hongxiu Garden. Today she was wearing a bright red long dress with a very low neckline, revealing most of her two large breasts.

She saw Su Chen and smiled, "Su Chen, Tianxiang said you're looking for Sword Soul?"

"Hmm. Do you know where?"

"Know."

Chu Hongxiu licked her lips.

"In the Eastern Region, deep in the East Sea, there is an island called Sword Island. Legend has it that ancient sword cultivators buried tens of thousands of swords there, each with a sword spirit. If you can obtain one and fuse it into the Chaos Sword, the Chaos Sword will become a divine weapon."

Su Chen's heart skipped a beat. "Where is Sword Island?"

"The deepest part of the East China Sea is 200,000 li away from here. It would take half a month to fly there."

Chu Hongxiu looked at him, "But that place is guarded by a Nascent Soul stage demon beast. If you go there, you'll just be throwing your life away."

Su Chen fell silent.

How can a Nascent Soul cultivator fight a Nascent Soul cultivator who is at the late Nascent Soul stage?

"I'll go with you."

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, walked over from the direction of the other courtyard. "My Ice Phoenix Divine Body can contend against the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

"I'll go too."

Tianxiang ran back from the direction of Hongxiu Garden, "I'm at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, I can be of help."

"I'll go too."

Chu Hongxiu laughed, "I'm in the late Nascent Soul stage, yet I can defeat someone in the early Divine Transformation stage."

"I'll go too."

Li Mingyue flew over from the direction of Liyang City and landed in the courtyard. "I've reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Su Chen was stunned.

Is Li Mingyue at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

Isn't she in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

"I broke through using a secret technique."

Li Mingyue looked at him and said, "You'll lose twenty years of your lifespan to get a Nascent Soul stage cultivation. That's enough to help you fight a battle."

Su Chen looked at her, at the determination in her eyes, and felt a warmth that was so strong it was almost overwhelming. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Li Mingyue laughed, "You owe me a life, remember to pay it back."

Su Chen nodded. "I remember."

The second princess also flew over, "I'll go too. I have two Frost Swords, which can hold off an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator for a while."

Su Chen looked at the five women and smiled, "Okay. Let's go together."

Six people, six swords, flew towards the Eastern Region.

The Eastern Region is located 200,000 li to the east of the Qingyun Sect.

It took half a month of flying to arrive.

In the distance is a vast sea, and on the sea is an island. The island is very large, and on the island is a very high mountain, the mountaintop of which is covered with swords.

Densely packed, thousands upon thousands.

Every sword was glowing—red, blue, green, purple—a kaleidoscope of colors, like a colorful forest.

That's Sword Island.

Chu Hongxiu pointed to the island.

Looking at the island, Su Chen felt that unease well up in his heart again.

He activated his Chaos Perception and discovered that there were demonic beasts within a hundred miles.

There was more than one at the Nascent Soul stage.

Three.

One is in the sea, one is on an island, and one is in the sky.

Three Nascent Soul stage demonic beasts guard this island.

"Three."

He said softly.

Ling Qianxue's expression changed. "Three?"

"Hmm. One is in the sea, mid-stage Nascent Soul stage. One is on an island, early-stage Nascent Soul stage. One is in the sky, early-stage Nascent Soul stage."

Chu Hongxiu fell silent.

Three Nascent Soul stage demonic beasts—the six of them couldn't defeat them.

"Even if we can't win, we have to fight."

Li Mingyue drew her sword, golden light overflowing from its blade. "I'll hold off the one in the sea, you guys deal with the ones on the island and in the sky."

Su Chen looked at her, "You're holding off a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator all by yourself?"

"We have to delay it, even if we can't."

Li Mingyue smiled, "I can't let this early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, which I traded twenty years of my lifespan for, go to waste."

Su Chen looked at her, a warmth filling his heart. "Be careful."

"Know."

Li Mingyue flew up and plunged into the sea.

The monster in the sea sensed her presence and emerged from the water.

It was a dragon, entirely black, as thick as a bucket, and a hundred feet long.

It opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Li Mingyue.

Li Mingyue didn't dodge; she struck the dragon's head with her sword.

With a clang, the sword was deflected; the dragon's head was harder than iron, leaving not even a white mark.

She was knocked back several steps, but instead of retreating, she charged forward again.

Su Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at the island.

The monster on the island was a white tiger, pure white all over, and ten zhang long.

It crouched on the mountaintop, watching them, its green eyes full of mockery.

It wasn't afraid of them, and was even too lazy to move.

"Leave this one to me."

Chu Hongxiu flew up, her fiery red sword energy slashing towards the white tiger.

The white tiger raised its paw and shattered the sword energy with a single slap.

Chu Hongxiu was knocked back several steps, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

But she didn't back down; she rushed forward again.

The monster in the sky was a golden-winged roc, with wingspans reaching a hundred feet.

It hovered high in the sky, watching the battle below, as if waiting for an opportunity.

"Leave this one to me."

Ling Qianxue transformed and flew up, her icy blue sword energy slashing towards the Golden-Winged Roc.

With a flap of its wings, the Golden-Winged Roc unleashed a howling wind that dispersed the sword energy.

Ling Qianxue's transformation was blown about, but she remained standing and did not fall.

Su Chen looked at Tianxiang and the Second Princess, "You two stay here, I'll go up and help."

He took flight, unsheathed the Chaos Sword, and unleashed a dark golden sword aura that slashed towards the Golden-Winged Roc.

With a flap of its wings, the Golden-Winged Roc unleashed another gust of wind.

This time, however, the sword energy did not dissipate; it passed through the gale and struck its wings.

With a clang, the sword was deflected, leaving not even a white mark on the wing.

Su Chen was knocked back several steps, and his hands went numb.

The defense of a demonic beast in the early stage of Nascent Soul is too strong.

He took a deep breath and channeled his spiritual energy into the sword.

The Nine Swords of Chaos, the Ninth Sword, the Creation of Chaos.

With a single slash, a dark golden beam of light shot out from the tip of the sword, heading straight for the Golden-Winged Roc.

The Golden-Winged Roc sensed the terror of the sword strike and flapped its wings, attempting to dodge.

But the beam of light was too fast to dodge.

The beam of light engulfed one of its wings, causing the wing to explode and blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

The Golden-Winged Roc let out a miserable cry and fell from the sky, crashing onto the island and creating a large crater.

It struggled to get up, but its wings were broken and it couldn't fly.

Su Chen landed, the Chaos Sword pointing at its head. "Submit, or die."

The Golden-Winged Roc looked at him, at the dark gold sword, at the burning runes on the sword, and felt a fear as thick as ink in his heart.

It lowered its head and submitted.

Su Chen sheathed his sword. "Get up and guard this island. Don't let anyone in."

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded, struggled to its feet, and flew into the sky with its only remaining wing.

Su Chen looked into the sea.

Li Mingyue was still fighting the dragon. She was covered in wounds, and her Taoist skirt was torn in several places, revealing her white flesh underneath.

But she didn't retreat, and continued to strike the dragon's head with her sword.

The dragon, annoyed by her attacks, opened its mouth and spewed out a jet of black water.

Li Mingyue couldn't dodge and was hit by the water jet, flying backward and crashing onto the sea.

She got up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and rushed forward again.

Su Chen flew over, and the Chaos Sword slashed at the dragon.

The dark golden sword energy struck the dragon's head, leaving a white mark.

The dragon roared in pain, turned to look at him, its green eyes filled with murderous intent.

It opened its mouth and sprayed out another jet of black water.

Su Chen dodged it, but the water jet grazed his face and flew past, emitting a foul stench.

He took a deep breath and channeled his spiritual energy into the sword.

The Nine Swords of Chaos, the Ninth Sword, the Creation of Chaos.

With a single sword strike, a dark golden beam of light shot into the dragon's mouth.

The dragon's body suddenly froze, and then—with a bang—it exploded from the inside.

Blood gushed out, internal organs spilled all over the ground, and the huge body crashed onto the sea, creating towering waves.

Su Chen sheathed his sword and gasped for breath.

This sword strike exhausted all of his spiritual power.

Li Mingyue swam over and looked at him. "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Su Chen shook his head. "What about you?"

"He won't die."

Li Mingyue smiled, but her smile seemed a little tired.

The two flew back to the island.

On the island, Chu Hongxiu was still locked in combat with the white tiger.

The white tiger had several sword marks on its body, but none of them were deep.

Chu Hongxiu was covered in injuries, and her Taoist skirt was torn in several places, revealing her white flesh underneath.

But she didn't retreat, and continued to slash at the white tiger with her sword.

Su Chen flew over, and the Chaos Sword slashed at the White Tiger.

The dark golden sword energy struck the white tiger's head, leaving a white mark.

The white tiger roared in pain, turned to look at him, its green eyes filled with murderous intent.

It raised its paw and slapped it.

Su Chen couldn't dodge; it was too fast.

He could only endure it, fully activating the fourth level of the Chaos Body Refining Technique, and dark golden light surged from his body to protect his entire being.

"Bang!"

A slap landed on him, sending him flying. He crashed to the ground, his chest tight and unable to breathe.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his bones weren't broken.

The fourth level of the Chaos Body Refining Technique withstood an attack from the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The white tiger was stunned.

How can this man have such a strong physical body?

Su Chen got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Your claws aren't hard enough."

The white tiger was enraged, roared, and pounced.

Su Chen didn't dodge. He activated the Chaos Sword at full power, and the dark golden sword energy slashed towards the white tiger's head.

The white tiger dodged to the side, but the sword energy still grazed its face, leaving a deep sword mark.

Blood gushed from the sword wound and dripped onto the ground.

The white tiger roared in pain and turned to run away.

It ran faster than a rabbit, plunged headfirst into the sea, and disappeared.

Su Chen stood there, watching the direction it had disappeared in, panting heavily.

Tianxiang ran over and helped him up. "Senior Brother Su Chen, are you alright?"

"fine."

Su Chen shook his head.

Chu Hongxiu also came over. "Su Chen, why didn't you kill it with that sword strike just now?"

"Cannot be killed."

Su Chen looked at her. "It ran away."

Chu Hongxiu fell silent.

She knew he was right.

Even if a demon beast in the early stage of Nascent Soul wants to run away, they can't catch it.

Ling Qianxue descended from the sky in her avatar. "The Golden-Winged Roc has submitted. The Flood Dragon is dead. The White Tiger has fled. This island is now safe."

Su Chen nodded. "Let's go find Sword Soul."

The six people walked towards the top of the mountain.

The mountaintop was covered with swords, countless and densely packed.

Every sword was glowing—red, blue, green, purple, all sorts of colors.

Su Chen activated his Chaos Perception to sense the sword spirits within those swords.

Some are strong, some are weak, and some are on the verge of extinction.

He searched around and found the three strongest ones.

A red sword, its soul is fire-attribute.

It's a blue sword, and its soul essence is ice-attribute.

It's a golden sword; its soul essence is of the metal element.

He picked up the golden sword; its blade was cold, and the sword spirit slept within it.

He placed the Chaos Sword and the Golden Sword side by side, channeling the power of chaos.

A dark golden light surged from within, enveloping the two swords.

The golden sword began to vibrate, and the runes on its blade grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling.

Suddenly, with a crack, the golden sword shattered.

The sword spirit emerged from the crack, like a wisp of golden mist, and drifted into the Chaos Sword.

The runes on the Chaos Sword began to flicker, and the dark golden light grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden sword shattered into dust.

The runes on the Chaos Sword were twice as bright as before, and the dark golden light on the sword was twice as intense.

The sword spirit slumbers within the sword, beating like a heart.

Su Chen opened his eyes, looked at the Chaos Sword, at the brighter runes on the sword, and at the beating heart inside the sword. The sense of satisfaction in his heart was so strong that it was hard to contain.

"How much stronger?"

Chu Hongxiu asked.

"Fifty percent."

Su Chen said, "With the addition of the sword soul, the Chaos Sword is now a semi-divine artifact."

Chu Hongxiu smiled, "A semi-divine artifact, not bad. With a few more sword spirits, it will become a divine artifact."

Su Chen nodded and picked up the red sword again.

The fire-attribute sword spirit is a good match for Tianxiang's Crimson Lotus Divine Body.

He handed the red sword to Tianxiang, "Here you go."

Tianxiang was stunned. "For me?"

"Hmm. Your sword is just an ordinary high-grade magic weapon, without a sword spirit. This sword's sword spirit is fire-attribute, which matches your Crimson Lotus Divine Body very well. If you fuse it into your sword, your sword can become a semi-divine artifact."

Tianxiang took the sword, her eyes reddening, "Senior Brother Su Chen..."

"Don't cry."

Su Chen patted her head. "Give it a try."

Tianxiang nodded, took out her own sword, and placed it side by side with the red sword.

He activated the Crimson Lotus Divine Body, and fiery red light surged from his body, enveloping the two swords.

The red sword began to vibrate, and the runes on its blade grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling.

Suddenly, with a crack, the red sword shattered.

The sword spirit emerged from the crack, like a wisp of red mist, and drifted into her sword.

The runes on her sword began to flicker, and the fiery red light grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling.

After an unknown amount of time, the red sword shattered into dust.

The runes on her sword were twice as bright as before, and the fiery red light on the sword was twice as intense.

The sword spirit slumbers within the sword, beating like a heart.

Tianxiang opened her eyes, looked at her sword, and smiled, "Senior Brother Su Chen, my sword has also become a semi-divine weapon!"

"Um."

Su Chen smiled, "Let's give it a try."

Tianxiang stood up and slashed out with her sword.

The fiery red sword energy transformed into a beam of light, shooting onto the opposite mountain, causing a corner of the mountain to be chipped off.

She froze, then jumped up. The two giant balls of lightning swayed with her movements, and her white flesh rippled back and forth. "Amazing!"

Su Chen picked up the blue sword again.

The ice-attribute sword spirit is a perfect match for Ling Qianxue's Ice Phoenix Divine Body.

He handed the blue sword to Ling Qianxue's avatar, "Master, here you go."

Ling Qianxue took the sword, looked at the runes on its blade, and felt an overwhelming warmth in her heart. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Su Chen smiled.

Ling Qianxue transformed and took out her own sword, placing it side by side with the blue sword.

He activated his Ice Phoenix Divine Body, and icy blue light surged from his body, enveloping the two swords.

The blue sword began to vibrate, and the runes on its blade grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling.

Suddenly, with a crack, the blue sword shattered.

The sword spirit emerged from the crack, like a wisp of blue mist, and drifted into her sword.

The runes on her sword began to flicker, the icy blue light growing brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

After an unknown amount of time, the blue sword shattered into dust.

The runes on her sword were twice as bright as before, and the icy blue light on the blade was twice as intense.

The sword spirit slumbers within the sword, beating like a heart.

Ling Qianxue opened her eyes, looked at her sword, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. "A semi-divine artifact."

Su Chen smiled and said, "Mm."

Chu Hongxiu stood to the side, watching this scene, and that sour feeling welled up in her heart again.

They all got the Sword Soul, but she didn't.

Su Chen looked at her. "Senior Aunt Chu, where's your sword?"

"I didn't bring it to Hongxiuyuan."

"That sword isn't a high-grade magic weapon, there's no need to bring it."

Su Chen looked at her and said, "When we get back, I'll help you find one."

Chu Hongxiu looked at him, saw the seriousness in his eyes, and smiled, "Okay."

Li Mingyue also came over. "Su Chen, where's my sword?"

"Your sword is a top-grade magic weapon; you don't need to replace it."

Su Chen looked at her and said, "When we get back, I'll help you find an even better one."

Li Mingyue smiled and said, "Okay."

The second princess also came over. "Su Chen, where's my sword?"

"Both of your Frost Swords are top-grade magic weapons; you don't need to replace them."

Su Chen looked at her and said, "When we get back, I'll help you find an even better one."

The second princess nodded, "Okay."

The six continued their search for the sword spirit on the mountaintop.

After searching around, I found three more swords with sword spirits.

A purple one, with lightning attributes.

A blue, wind-attribute weapon.

A black one, with dark attributes.

Su Chen fused the purple sword into the Chaos Sword, increasing the Chaos Sword's power by another 30%.

The cyan sword and the black sword were put into storage rings and taken back to Chu Hongxiu and Li Mingyue.

"Let's go back."

He turned around.

The six people walked out.

Su Chen stopped at the foot of the mountain.

A figure stood before them, dressed in a long black robe, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes shone like two stars, green, exactly like those of an evil spirit.

Xie Wuming, the sect leader of the Heavenly Evil Sect, is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Behind him stood evil spirits and ten guardians.

Ten late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and one late-stage Deity Transformation cultivator.

Su Chen's heart sank.

Why is he here?

Xie Wuming looked at Su Chen and smiled, "Su Chen, we meet again."

Su Chen gripped the Chaos Sword tightly. "How did you know we were here?"

"Just a guess."

Xie Wuming laughed, "If you're looking for the Sword Soul, you'll have to come to Sword Island. I've been waiting for you here for days."

Su Chen looked at him. "What do you want?"

"I'll borrow your Chaos Dao Body origin for a bit."

Xie Wuming looked at him, "I'm giving it back to you now that I'm done using it."

Su Chen sneered inwardly.

Borrowing, it's borrowing again.

"No."

Xie Wuming stared at him for a long time, then smiled.

"Su Chen, you know I have a quirk. The more someone refuses to lend something, the more I want to borrow it. If you don't lend it to me today, I'll return it tomorrow. If you don't lend it to me tomorrow, I'll return it the day after. Eventually, you'll lend it to me."

Su Chen looked at him, "Sect Master Xie, aren't you afraid the immortal sects will cause you trouble?"

"Afraid."

Xie Wuming laughed, "But I'm not afraid of you."

Su Chen fell silent.

He knew that Xie Wuming was not afraid of him.

In the eyes of someone at the late Nascent Soul stage, he was less than an ant.

Ling Qianxue transformed and walked over.

"Sect Master Evil, you are injured. The Golden-Winged Roc's claw attack damaged your very essence. At most, you can only exert the strength of the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Xie Wuming's expression changed. "How did you know?"

"Just a guess."

Ling Qianxue transformed and looked at him.

"You've been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the Golden-Winged Roc and Su Chen to be exhausted before you came out to plunder. But you didn't expect that Su Chen would subdue the Golden-Winged Roc, kill the Flood Dragon, and drive away the White Tiger. Your plan has failed."

Xie Wuming looked at her, at her cold little face, at her icy blue eyes, and the killing intent in his heart was as thick as ink.

This woman cannot be allowed to live.

"You guessed right."

He laughed, "But so what if you guessed right? Even at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, I can still kill all of you."

He raised his hand and slapped it down.

The palm strike was pitch black, carrying a corrosive aura.

Ling Qianxue did not dodge, but activated her Ice Phoenix Divine Body at full power, colliding the icy blue sword energy with the black palm wind.

"boom--!"

Ling Qianxue was knocked back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

But she didn't fall; she remained standing.

Xie Wuming was stunned. "Your Ice Phoenix Divine Body..."

"It can contend with the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Ling Qianxue looked at him and said, "Although you can only hold out for a few dozen breaths, that's enough."

Xie Wuming's expression changed.

Several dozen breaths were enough for Su Chen to draw his sword.

Su Chen gripped the Chaos Sword tightly, and all the runes on the sword lit up.

He concentrated all his spiritual power into the sword, focusing it into a single point.

The Nine Swords of Chaos, the Ninth Sword, the Creation of Chaos.

With a single slash, a dark golden beam of light shot from the tip of the sword, heading straight for Xie Wuming.

Xie Wuming tried to dodge, but he was injured and slowed down.

The beam of light engulfed him, leaving not even a trace.

An old monster in the late stage of Nascent Soul was killed by Su Chen with a single sword strike.

The evil spirit stood there, its face deathly pale.

Her father died.

He was killed by Su Chen with a single sword strike.

She looked at Su Chen, her hatred as thick as ink.

"Su Chen, you killed my father."

Su Chen looked at her. "He wants to kill me. If I don't kill him, he'll kill me."

The evil spirit fell silent.

She knew he was right.

She turned and flew away.

The ten guardians also flew away with her.

Su Chen stood there, looking in the direction they had disappeared, panting heavily.

This sword strike exhausted all of his spiritual power.

His legs were so weak he could barely stand, but he still stood, using his sword to support himself on the ground.

Tianxiang ran over and helped him up. "Senior Brother Su Chen, are you alright?"

"fine."

Su Chen shook his head.

Chu Hongxiu also came over, "Su Chen, you killed Xie Wuming. The Heavenly Evil Sect will not let this go."

Su Chen looked at her. "I know. But if I don't kill him, he'll kill me."

Chu Hongxiu fell silent.

She knew he was right.

Ling Qianxue transformed and walked over.

"Su Chen, now that you have killed Xie Wuming, the Western Region Heavenly Evil Sect is leaderless. Xie Ling will definitely inherit the position of sect leader and then come to seek revenge on you."

Su Chen looked at her and said, "Come on then, don't be afraid."

Ling Qianxue looked at him, seeing the madness in his eyes, and a complex mix of emotions welled up in her heart again.

"Let's go back."

Su Chen turned around.

The six people flew back.

After flying for half a month, they returned to the Qingyun Sect.

Su Chen landed at the entrance of the villa and pushed the door open to go inside.

Little White jumped off the bed, climbed onto his shoulder, and rubbed its little head against his face, "Ooh..."

He patted its little head. "Good boy."

Tianxiang followed him in, tugging at his sleeve, "Senior Brother Su Chen, now that you've killed Xie Wuming, will the Northern Demon Sect and the Western Heavenly Evil Sect join forces?"

"Won't."

Su Chen looked at her and said, "The Demonic Sect and the Heavenly Evil Sect are mortal enemies; they can't possibly join forces."

"That's good."

"not good."

Chu Hongxiu walked in.

"They won't join forces, but they'll use a rotation strategy. Leng Yuexin will come back in three months, and the evil spirit will come back in three months. You can handle one, but you can't handle the other."

Su Chen fell silent.

How can a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like him fight a war of attrition?

"breakthrough."

He looked at Chu Hongxiu, "Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage."

"How can I break through? I've used up all the Heavenly Dao Qi."

"try to find."

Su Chen looked at her and said, "If it's not in the East Sea, we'll go to the West Sea. If it's not in the West Sea, we'll go to the North Sea. We'll find it eventually."

Chu Hongxiu looked at him, at the madness in his eyes, and smiled. "Okay. I'll go with you."

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, also came over, saying, "I'll stay with you too."

Li Mingyue also came over, "I'll stay with you too."

The second princess also came over, saying, "I'll stay with you too."

Su Chen looked at them, at these five women, and felt an overwhelming warmth in his heart.

"Okay. Let's go together."

It was late at night, and the moon hung in the sky, big and round.

Su Chen stood in the courtyard, looking at the moon, thinking about the battle during the day.

Xie Wuming is very strong, much stronger than him.

If he hadn't been injured, Su Chen wouldn't have been able to kill him at all.

But he survived because someone helped him.

Tianxiang, Chu Hongxiu, Ling Qianxue (incarnation), Li Mingyue, and the Second Princess.

Five people, five lives, all on his shoulders.

He can't lose; if he loses, he'll be letting them down.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and went back into the house.

Little White was lying on the bed, fast asleep.

He stroked its little head and lay down.

His mind was filled with the battle during the day; he remembered every move, every sword strike clearly.

Xie Wuming's palm technique, the sword energy of the ten guardians, and the wings of the Golden-Winged Roc.

He pondered every single detail repeatedly.

How to break through, how to dodge, how to counterattack.

Lost in thought, he fell asleep.

In my dream, I saw that woman again.

With snow-white hair and a plain white Taoist robe, he stood amidst chaos.

This time, she didn't reach out; she just looked at him.

"Chen'er".

"Master."

"You killed Xie Wuming."

"Um."

"The Heavenly Evil Sect will not let you go."

"I know."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid."

Su Chen looked at her, "But it's no use being afraid."

The woman laughed, a laugh exactly like Ling Qianxue's. "You've changed."

"What has changed?"

"You've become more like him."

Su Chen was stunned. "Who?"

"The Taoist of Returning to the Void"

She looked at him. "He's the same way. He'll do anything to protect the people he wants to protect."

Su Chen fell silent.

He thought of the Taoist Guixu.

I recall his last words—"Enter the Dao through emotion, and transform your feelings for her, and for all of them, into your sword intent. The deeper the emotion, the stronger the sword."

He laughed. "Then change. Become like him, become even stronger than him."

The woman looked at him, at the madness in his eyes, and smiled. "Okay."

He opened his eyes; it was already daylight.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and shone on his face.

Little White was nestled on his chest, fast asleep.

He patted its little head, got up, and walked to the window.

Outside, Tianxiang stood in the courtyard, holding a food box in her hands.

She saw him, smiled, and her eyes curved into two crescent moons.

"Senior Brother Su Chen! I brought you some pastries!"

Su Chen smiled, pushed open the door, and went out.