Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Chapter 101 The Fall of the Sword Immortal

Taihe Square was bustling with noise.

"Why did Ximen Chuixue run away?"

"Who knows what happened?"

"Why don't we go over and take a look? Maybe we'll stumble upon a good show."

"What are you looking at! Can't you see the big shots from Wudang and Shaolin are all squatting on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony? Going up there would be suicide."

On the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the honest monk clasped his hands together, looking towards the Imperial Garden. In the night sky, two streams of true energy, one silver and one red, shot towards them like two beams of aurora, accompanied by a piercing shriek as if the air were being torn apart.

"Get out of the way!" the honest monk shouted, leaping off the roof first. Everyone felt their skin tighten and hurriedly used their movement techniques to dodge.

Two loud noises: boom and bang.

The roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony shook violently.

Bai Li and Dongfang Bubai crashed through the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony and landed inside. They stood facing each other, one on the left and one on the right.

Outside the hall, Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing looked tense. "Men are all liars. We agreed to go to the outhouse, so why are we fighting again?"

Xue Bing subconsciously tightened her grip on Ouyang Qing's small hand and asked softly, "Did you see who was facing him? His aura was so domineering."

Ouyang Qing gazed intently into the hall, shook her head, and said, "I didn't see their faces clearly, but that scarlet aura seems familiar; I've seen it in the files before."

At this moment, two sword lights pierced the night sky, one black and one white, as fast as lightning. They collided thirty-two times in the air in an instant, and then the two figures suddenly separated and landed steadily.

Ximen Chuixue landed on the left eaves, and Ye Gucheng landed on the right eaves. Both of them were dressed in flowing white robes, like immortals.

A new commotion erupted in the square: "It's Ximen Chuixue! And Ye Gucheng!"

"My goodness, wasn't Ye Gucheng dead? How did he reappear?"

"Idiot! The one that just died was a fake! Didn't you hear the Shaolin masters talking about it? Someone was wearing a human skin mask!"

"And who were those two who stormed into the Hall of Supreme Harmony? They dared to barge in during a duel between sword immortals—they were incredibly audacious!"

The martial arts practitioners were all completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances. The duel was shrouded in mystery, leaving everyone baffled.

Lu Xiaofeng rushed over from afar, landed under the Taihe Hall, and shook his head at the surrounding crowd.

The seasoned veterans immediately understood, and they all composed themselves, putting on an indifferent facade.

The way to survive in the martial arts world is nothing more than this: never ask what you shouldn't know.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Bai Li sensed two extraordinary sword intents above him, sneered at Dongfang Bubai, touched the ground with his toes, and suddenly rose into the air. At the same time, he swung his sword, and a silver sword aura shattered the roof.

Bai Li leaped out of the main hall and landed five meters away from Ximen Chuixue.

Since I'm destined to take action, I'm going to put on a show.

Dongfang Bubai tilted her head, wondering what Bai Li was up to. Without further ado, she flicked her finger, creating a hole in the roof, and leaped out, landing opposite Bai Li.

The discussion in the square erupted once again.

"I recognize that man in blue; he's Bai Li, the young hero of the Huashan Sect, and he's extremely powerful!"

"Who is that woman in red? She's so beautiful!!"

"It's Dongfang Bubai. I saw her at the Liu residence in Hengyang City. Last time at the Liu residence, she killed hundreds of people."

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"What?! She's the leader of the Sun Moon Demonic Cult—Dongfang Bubai!!"

The gazes of the crowd as they looked at the rooftop shifted from curiosity to awe. Four top martial arts masters had gathered at the top of the Forbidden City; were they about to stage a battle of the four great masters?

Ximen Chuixue glanced at Bai Li indifferently and nodded slightly, the meaning of which was self-evident—you fight your way, I'll fight mine.

Bai Li understood immediately and fixed his gaze on Dongfang Bubai.

Ye Gucheng swept his gaze over the two who had suddenly appeared, and said indifferently, "Did the Eastern Cult Leader fail to keep his appointment on time because he was held up by that person?"

Dongfang Bubai slightly raised his eyes, his voice cold and clear: "I suppose so."

Ye Gucheng did not blame her. This assassination attempt was just a spur-of-the-moment thing for him. Success would be good, but failure was also understandable. He simply said softly, "It seems that the Eastern Cult Leader has also found a good opponent."

The four said no more, their inner strength surging forth, transforming into their own elemental true energy, and their momentum steadily increased.

Silver light shimmered on Bai Li's sword, and specks of blue starlight appeared on its blade, as if a galaxy had fallen onto the sword.

A scarlet needle pierced Dongfang Bubai's fingertip, dripping with deep red blood;

Ximen Chuixue's sword grew increasingly dark, as if it wanted to devour all the light around it, its sword intent chilling and piercing.

Ye Gucheng's snow-white longsword shone brightly, gradually condensing into a single point, extremely small, yet radiantly bright, flawless and immaculate.

Four distinct streams of true energy, each exuding an aura of dominance over the world, intertwined and collided atop the summit, creating ripples in the air and even causing the clouds above to churn uncontrollably.

Those who were near the Hall of Supreme Harmony stared wide-eyed, mouths slightly agape, and instinctively took a few steps back.

Four intense pressures swept over us, so heavy that it made it difficult to even breathe.

clang!

The clash of metal weapons heralded the start of the great battle.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng simultaneously swung their swords, their tips colliding, their sword intent sweeping across the void, and waves of energy engulfing all directions.

Crackling sounds!

Tiles from the roof tumbled down and crashed to the ground.

At the same time, Bai Li and Dongfang Bubai leaped into the air simultaneously, both displaying extreme speed in their martial arts.

Bai Li's figure split into nine, and the nine figures used nine different sword techniques. The Dugu Sword Style was unleashed, and the silver sword energy transformed into a huge spider web, heavily enveloping Dongfang Bubai.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Bubai's eyes.

Since the battle at Liu's residence, her cultivation level has risen again. She thought she could easily suppress Bai Li, but she didn't expect that Bai Li would improve so quickly in just two months.

She dared not be careless. The crimson glow of the sky coalesced within a single fingertip, her figure transforming into a red whirlwind, swiftly maneuvering within the silver spiderweb. Embroidery needles shot forth continuously, shattering each strike of sword energy.

Bai Li's lips curled up. After cultivating on Mount Hua for several months, my endurance has been enhanced to an epic level. You think you can wear me down? Impossible.

He slowly flipped his sword, sword energy swirling around him, and with a single strike, he killed the second enemy. His speed increased dramatically again, and the silver sword energy filled all the gaps, transforming into a huge silver sphere that firmly trapped Dongfang Bubai within it.

Dongfang Bubai frowned slightly. This Bai Li had actually made up for his shortcomings in just two months. This was going to be tricky.

She unleashed her full power of true energy, leaping forward in a crimson blur. Crimson true energy burst forth from her body, transforming into a streak of crimson light. The energy surged straight into the sky. A needle was held between her fingertips, yet before it was drawn, her killing intent became even more concentrated.

Boom!!

A thunderclap shook everyone, causing their blood to surge and their ears to ring.

The silver spherical sword energy exploded, silver threads fluttered, red ribbons danced, and the shockwave blew away most of the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Bai Li and Dongfang Bubai repeatedly darted back and forth in mid-air, exchanging blows and colliding.

Two figures would appear above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, then disappear a hundred meters away in the next second, before turning back to the other side in an instant, pulling up countless silver and red threads in the air, weaving them into a dazzling net of light.

At the summit of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the battle between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng reached its climax. One side's sword intent was cold and piercing, like an icy abyss; the other side's sword intent was as clear and flawless as the sky, like the pure light of the heavens.

Buzzing...

Sword intents intertwined, like a cluster of peaks emerging from their nest, and the two men simultaneously saw each other's swords.

A swordsman's duel is never just a contest of swordsmanship, but also a battle of mind, will, and principles. Only those with a sincere heart, firm will, and righteous principles can prevail.

Ximen Chuixue knew that he could kill Ye Gucheng, but he would also die at Ye Gucheng's hands.

But so what? If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening. I have no regrets about this battle.

Boom!

The final clash between white and black caused points of light to erupt from the sword tips, instantly coalescing into a massive pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, piercing through the rolling clouds. Everyone felt a stinging pain in their eyes and instinctively covered them.

Bai Li and Dongfang Bubai, who were constantly maneuvering in the air, sensed this world-destroying aura. They simultaneously stopped their attacks and landed lightly on the eaves at both ends of the Taihe Hall, their gazes fixed on the two people in the center of the roof.

Ximen Chuixue's longsword pierced through Ye Gucheng's chest.

Ye Gucheng lowered his eyes, looking at the tip of the sword in front of his chest, his eyes filled with a strange expression, as if it were surprise, or perhaps gratitude.

Ximen Chuixue slowly pulled out the black sword, and blood immediately gushed from Ye Gucheng's chest, staining his snow-white clothes red.

"You could have killed me."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Ye Gucheng's lips. His voice was weak, yet exceptionally clear: "I know."

Ximen Chuixue asked, "Why don't you kill them?"

Ye Gucheng remained silent, a hint of regret in his eyes. After participating in the assassination attempt, he was no longer the Ye Gucheng he once was. He was neither sincere with his sword nor with people. He had already lost this duel.

Looking at his expression, Ximen Chuixue found the answer. He blew away the blood droplets from the tip of his sword and sheathed it.

Ye Gucheng closed his eyes with relief, lowered his head, and slowly stopped breathing.

A legendary swordsman has fallen.

Taihe Square fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

All the martial arts practitioners held their breath, their faces filled with shock.

There will never be another Ye Gucheng in this world.