Fairy, help me cultivate.

Where did that laughter come from?

Ling Hong's laughter still lingered, making Yu Ling feel irritable and restless.

Xu Junyu wasn't sure either: "It couldn't have come from those formations. Formations are like worlds within themselves, that's impossible."

It's underfoot.

Yun Jiang reminded Chen Yao.

Chen Yao looked down at the large pit beneath his feet.

She didn't stab deep enough; stab her again with your sword.

Following Yun Jiang's instructions, Chen Yao charged straight at her with her sword.

The sword light flashed, and a column of blood shot out from the center of the crater before softening.

Ling Hong, dressed in a red dress, ran quickly away from the pit.

"Ling Hong!"

Yu Ling followed Chen Yao on her sword, but she was still a step too late.

She watched helplessly as Chen Yao unleashed a burst of sword energy.

He's so cruel...

The sword energy slashed past Ling Hong's head, and the powerful impact knocked her to the ground.

She suddenly burst into tears.

The sound is powerful and full of life.

As Yu Ling stared blankly, Chen Yao landed beside Ling Hong and picked her up.

"Don't cry, don't cry, look what this is!"

Chen Yao held a red jade pendant in his other hand.

The magatama has been broken.

Ling Hong rubbed her teary eyes and looked at the magatama. Chen Yao increased the pressure on her fingers, and the magatama actually started to struggle.

"It crawled into your hair and confused your mind. Now you're awake, everything is alright, don't cry. Don't be afraid, we're here for you!"

Chen Yao comforted Ling Hong.

"Big brother, I thought... you were going to hit me!"

Ling Hong rubbed her tear-filled eyes and pressed her little head tightly against Chen Yao's shoulder, her red nose bubbling as she cried.

"How could that be? You're so well-behaved and smart. Nobody would hit you."

At the same time, the shimmering orbs of light in the void began to dissipate, the fleshy ground beneath their feet turned into green grass, a refreshing breeze blew, and ten thousand rays of sunlight fell from the sky.

Yu Ling watched Chen Yao's back as he carried Ling Hong, and with a "whoosh," tears streamed down her face, yet she smiled through them.

"It turns out it was all an illusion."

Xu Junyu looked around, her face showing bewilderment, but also a small sense of satisfaction.

She glanced down at the foul-mouthed Xianjian and a smirk appeared on her lips.

After all, she's still here.

"Everything has changed!"

A sudden, mournful wail erupted from the stream below the grassy slope.

It was that slovenly man.

"you you!"

The man pointed at Chen Yao and stepped onto the grassy slope.

Xu Junyu and Yu Ling simultaneously held their swords in front of Chen Yao.

"Big brother, this man is scary! He's the one who kidnapped me from that pretty older sister."

Ling Hong snuggled even closer into Chen Yao's arms.

Chen Yao gently patted her back: "Don't be afraid."

Although he said that, he was still worried.

To be able to abduct Ling Hong without anyone noticing in front of Jiu Luo, and to create such a troublesome illusion, one must be no ordinary person.

The man came to within a few feet of Yu Ling and Xu Junyu, and suddenly knelt down.

"I originally intended to gather all the sword seeds in the world to rebuild her immortal body! She could have lived on!"

He glared at Chen Yao: "I originally intended for you and the two strands of pure spiritual energy within you to transform into her realm and cultivation level!"

He then pointed at Yu Ling and said, "You are her daughter. In order to bring your mother back to life, are you not even willing to offer your soul?"

"This man is insane!" Xu Junyu was furious when he heard that he was willing to kill so many people in order to resurrect one person.

Yu Ling's face also turned pale, and she didn't even know how to face this man who was either infatuated or insane.

"She...she's dead. Even if we resurrect her as you say, she won't be herself anymore. She'll just be a stranger who looks somewhat like her."

She said this.

The man was stunned.

After a long while, he looked up at the sky and laughed, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Yes! She's never coming back..."

In an instant, he seemed to have aged considerably, his shoulders slumped, and he slowly stood up.

Yu Ling and Xu Junyu gripped the hilts of their swords tightly.

The man glanced at Yu Ling, then focused his gaze on the sword in Chen Yao's hand.

Chen Yao's immortal sword slipped from his hand, and he had no control over it at all.

The man reached out and caught the immortal sword, gripping its blade crisscrossed with sword energy. His hand was instantly shattered into pieces.

But he seemed completely unaware, simply bringing up two fingers of his other hand and gently stroking the blade.

It was as if the speaker was caressing a long-lost lover.

"Xiaoyou, you always said that everything is predestined. I didn't believe it... but now... I still don't want to believe it! Since that can't bring you back to life, what about this?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly plunged the immortal sword into his abdomen.

Yu Ling and the others were all taken aback.

The man's skin instantly lost all color, and all his blood and energy surged into the sword.

A strong wind surged in from all directions.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was not wind, but rather a frantically gathering spiritual energy.

The sound of water swept across the mountains and plains, and a towering, turbid wave stretched across the southern sky, crashing straight down.

Xu Junyu and Yu Ling retreated rapidly, but the enormous wave that reached their heads swirled into a thin waterspout, completely filling the man's abdomen, or rather, the immortal sword.

The sword began to melt and disappear little by little.

Yu Ling cried out in alarm, "No!"

That was the only keepsake my mother left me.

She tried to rush forward to snatch the immortal sword, but Chen Yao grabbed her wrist.

"It's gone, so be it! You and Yuzhi and Yuyao are the most precious mementos left by your mother."

Chen Yao said this.

"Yes!"

Ling Hong nodded her little head emphatically in agreement.

Yu Ling never expected Chen Yao to say such moving words, and she turned back to look at him in a daze.

The first time I noticed, I realized that this man was very handsome.

Chapter 212 Obtaining Swords Like a River

The floodwaters eventually receded.

Those who had been submerged by the floodwaters had vanished without a trace, leaving only a sword silently stuck in the muddy ground.

Chen Yao smiled at Yu Ling and said, "See, it's still there!"

Yu Ling nodded, and smiled shyly at Chen Yao.

Chen Yao was stunned for a moment. He never expected that this girl, who regarded all men as enemies and never gave him a kind look, would smile at him so sweetly.

He stared at Yu Ling with a strange look for a few moments, and Yu Ling's expression turned cold.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone laugh before?"

Sure enough, Yu Ling is still the same Yu Ling.

I've never seen you smile at me.

Chen Yao muttered to himself.

Seeing Chen Yao's dazed look, Yu Ling burst out laughing, her laughter as cold as an ice flower blooming against the bright sunshine.

This time, not only Chen Yao, but also Xu Junyu and Ling Hong looked over.

Yun Jiang sighed deeply within Chen Yao's consciousness: Another good woman has fallen...

"What are you standing there for? Check if the sword is damaged!"

Yu Ling reminded Chen Yao.

Only then did Chen Yao sense the immortal sword.

It's not the same anymore.

The sword energy became more restrained, and the sword intent more agile.