Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

Chapter 95 Xia Die and Ji Juechen

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the windows, casting dappled shadows in the room.

Ji Juechen responded and allowed Xia Die to enter the room.

He still carried the meteorite iron with him at all times, his eyes slightly closed, in a mysterious and enigmatic state.

Xia Die wasn't in a hurry. She found a spot in a corner and watched quietly.

Observing Ji Juechen's cultivation, perhaps this is the same feeling I had when I came to Gushi to see the Emperor's Scepter back then!

Watching your masterpiece slowly take shape and become the way you want it to be.

As Xiaodie's thoughts drifted away, a rustling sound arose, seemingly indicating the end of her cultivation.

Ji Juechen opened his half-closed eyes and looked at Xia Die, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What is it, sir?"

"You're a little different from last time." Ji Juechen pondered for a moment, organizing his thoughts.

"I can't explain it, but the aura has changed."

A flicker of surprise crossed Xia Die's eyes, followed by a soft smile: "Is this the keen perception of a swordsman?"

Using his third soul skill, Moon Cocoon's Protection, he pulled Zhang Peng back from the brink of death.

To reverse the boundary between life and death, Xia Die did indeed pay a price.

The powers manifested in the form of soul power and spiritual power are subject to certain restrictions, and the user cannot use them normally for about a month.

Of course, he is physically fine. As the vessel of the Jinmian bloodline, his bloodline power is certainly extraordinary.

Even a thousand-year-old soul beast could be killed instantly by her fist, which was as big as a clay pot.

Martial spirit is the manifestation of fragments of rules.

Ordinary Soul Masters would not be able to perceive this level of change, nor would they be able to detect her abnormality.

Ji Juechen was able to vaguely sense it.

Is this what they mean by "ten years of hard work finally paid off"?

Xia Die snapped out of her thoughts and smiled, "Something minor happened to me, causing a slight change in myself, nothing serious."

Xia Die sized up Ji Juechen and commented, "You're almost at the point of becoming one with your sword!"

The Douluo series' understanding of swordsmanship is actually quite broad; it's only brought up when needed to demonstrate its power.

When it is not needed, it is useless.

"I feel like something's missing?" Ji Juechen asked, his tone slightly puzzled.

Ji Juechen could vaguely discern some of the changes in Xia Die, but he wasn't a very curious person, and apart from the sword, he didn't care much about anything else.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have nodded in agreement without much thought when Jing Hongchen asked him to exchange for two spiritual herbs.

This can also be considered as repaying Jing Hongchen for his kindness in recruiting him into the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy!

"Miss Xia Die, would you like to have another match with me?" The moment Ji Juechen's voice rang out, the entire room fell silent.

"I am not a swordsman; you should be able to tell by now."

Xia Die neither agreed nor refused.

Ji Juechen remained silent.

He had suspected it before, but this time he got confirmation from Xia Die herself.

Xia Die's sword intent was strange, completely inconsistent with her own aura, as if she was deliberately imitating it.

Xia Die handed him a scythe to look at, which was not only completely different from the black longsword that Xia Die had imitated, but also represented two completely different paths.

"I know what you're thinking. That's the sword intent of a friend of mine," Xia Die said calmly. "To keep up with him, I've learned a lot from him."

"He is the kind of person who can forge ahead regardless of everything, even if he has to bear all the burdens."

"And I—" Xia Die looked out the window with a melancholy gaze. The gentle breeze blew through her silver-purple hair, making it look somewhat disheveled.

She shook her head, tidied her hair, and offered no further explanation.

"Ji Juechen, the first time I saw you, I felt that you looked somewhat like my friend."

"I'm referring to that kind of all-or-nothing attitude."

"I don't quite understand, and I've never met the friend you mentioned, so I can't make a judgment." Ji Juechen's voice was slightly silent.

Ji Juechen had gone very far in the cultivation of sword intent, and it was precisely because of this that he felt that Xia Die's imitation of sword intent was extremely absurd.

Theoretically speaking, unless one is killed many times and experiences the sword intent at extremely close range, it is impossible to simulate the sword intent of another person.

Ji Juechen brought the topic back to the present: "Miss Xia Die, would you please have a match with me?"

Xia Die remained silent for a long time before finally shaking her head gently: "Sorry, next month then."

"it is good."

Ji Juechen did not ask why, and watched as Xia Die pushed open the door and left.

At the doorway, Xia Die paused for a moment.

She turned around.

"Ji Juechen".

"Sword intent is never a single type of energy; it is an individual's understanding of beliefs and will."

Xia Die's voice was very soft, yet it was like a thunderclap falling into Ji Juechen's ears.

"Because everyone's experiences are different, their paths are different, and the sword intent of different sword cultivators varies greatly."

"Don't think about what spiritual power is, and don't deliberately pursue what sword intent is."

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"What you should really be thinking about is—"

"Why are you wielding a sword? What do you want to achieve with this sword?"

The words fell.

Ji Juechen was suddenly stunned.

Why are you holding a sword?

this problem.

He never thought about it seriously.

next moment.

An extremely subtle fluctuation emanated from his body.

It was as if a sword, long dormant, was finally showing signs of being drawn.

A hint of a smile appeared in Xia Die's eyes.

She gently closed the door and turned to leave.

The corridor was quiet.

The butterfly slowly moved forward.

The so-called sword intent.

The so-called unity of man and sword.

In fact, she is not the same as her. She herself is part of the rules of death, measuring the boundary of death with the steps of life, and witnessing the cycle of life and death.

She can mimic the Firewalker and surpass the current White Evil in some ways.

But ultimately, they could never truly understand them, just as Ling Shi could never truly understand the Star Gods.

Even if the strengths are similar and the paths are close.

Imitation is ultimately just a superficial imitation.

Rather than quality.

Thinking of this, Xia Die shook her head slightly and continued walking towards the hall.

As soon as I entered the hall, two familiar figures came into view.

Zhang Peng.

And Wang Xian'er.

Seeing Zhang Peng standing there, Xia Die was slightly taken aback.

"Huh?"

"Why did you get out of bed, Mr. Zhang Peng?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xian'er showed a helpless expression.

"He's almost fully recovered. Don't you know your own soul skill?"

Sometimes, Wang Xian'er felt that Xia Die seemed a bit naive.

"That seems to be true."

The butterfly's belated reaction.

After a moment of silence.

Xia Die spoke first, breaking the silence.

"What are your plans next?"

As soon as Xia Die finished speaking, Zhang Peng stepped forward without hesitation and bowed deeply.

"after."

"My life is yours."

Zhang Peng's voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly firm.

Wang Xian'er also calmed down; she knew the weight of those words.

In the battle of the Demon Forest, who dared to say they were confident of escaping unscathed?

Not only did Xia Die break in, she also managed to drag people out.

Severely injure Feng Ling. Kill Wu Yun.

Later, Wang Xian'er learned from Xia Die that Zhong Liwu was nearby and had been injured by her.

Such a record is astonishing even on the entire continent.

Zhang Peng slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with gratitude and respect, and said, "I know."

"In order to save me, you have completely exposed yourself to the Holy Spirit Cult."

"This time, they probably won't let it go."

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became heavy, but Xia Die only smiled lightly.

The smile was so calm, as if the approaching storm was completely unconcerned.

"Since we've chosen to take action..."

"Then we will naturally bear the consequences."

"Sir, there's no need to overthink it. Things will work themselves out."

The sunlight outside the window is bright.

The shadows in the distance seemed to be quietly approaching.

"But so what?"

Despite being a child of Nanook, the god of destruction, she was not afraid of challenges.

"Huh? Someone's here." Xia Die sensed that the magic circle placed outside the villa had been activated.

The familiar energy fluctuations, and it was still the same three people.

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