Supreme Sword Exalt

The battle continued, mainly between Yun Tu and Chongming. Feng Xi stood in the distance, her face pale. Having used the divine flames repeatedly, her phoenix eyes were filled with endless weariness, as she wished for nothing more than death. Though she had completely lost her strength, her hatred toward Yun Tu hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

Compared to her, Gu Han’s situation was slightly better. Turning his divine soul into a sword had almost no effect on Yun Tu, who was at the peak of the Ascension realm. In fact, after consecutively receiving two of the other’s divine retributions, his divine soul had suffered considerable damage. As for his physical body, the speed of his injuries’ recovery lagged far behind the speed at which he got injured.

On the other hand, Yun Tu found it difficult to cause Chongming any real harm. However, Yun Tu was no ordinary opponent; in his current state, Chongming had no chance of injuring him. Nevertheless, the others could only manage to hold on until now due to the rooster’s persistence.

In the distance, Gu Han leaned on his sword to stand up with difficulty. He relentlessly consumed Transcendent Substance, hoping to recover some combat strength within the limited time. Just then, his Sword Chief talisman floated out slowly, trembling briefly.

—Sword Chief, may I borrow your sword?

Gu Han’s mind went blank for a moment. Borrow my sword?

It felt as if he had returned to that day outside the Profound Pill Pavilion, when he had borrowed Yun Jiansheng’s sword. He understood everything. If he was borrowing Yun Jiansheng’s sword intent back then, now Yun Jiansheng was borrowing the sword in his hand. Gu Han understood even more that the great battle within the Central Continent had reached its peak, and it was also Yun Jiansheng’s final moment.

He gently stroked the blade as his eyes moistened with sorrow. “Old Friend, see Senior off on my behalf.”

The sword was spiritually aware, so it could sense his intentions. With a mournful cry, it followed the faint pull from the sword talisman, and transformed into a wisp of dark light that shot through the air.

In the distance, Chongming also saw this scene and understood everything.

Yun Tu seized Chongming while he was distracted. “Unexpectedly, the one that’s most skilled turns out to be you, a rooster!”

Bolts of divine power fell upon Chongming, yet he seemed not to notice, joy and sorrow reflected in his face. “You want to know something? Little Yun has a secret.”

Yun Tu was stunned. “Who? That blind old man?”

A trace of sorrow flashed in Chongming’s eyes. “Only I know this secret. All this time, Little Yun has never been able to find a suitable sword. It’s simply because there isn’t a single sword that can fully bear his sword intent in this world. Not even the Red Dust Sword...”

He then looked toward Gu Han in the distance. “Maybe that sword can let him truly, freely unleash a sword strike.”

Yun Tu raised an eyebrow. “As if!” ℴ

His remaining massive hand suddenly exerted force, smashing Chongming heavily into the ground.

***

In the Central Continent, Pi Luo felt a sense of crisis well up inside him. He’s borrowing a sword?!

Instinct told him that if Yun Jiansheng succeeded, the one who would suffer would be him.

No longer caring about damaging his divine core, he screamed coldly, “Destruction!”

The many red threads within the red light seemed to come alive, and the power of that divine retribution increased.

Just then, a wisp of dark light streaked across the sky. When it landed beside the Red Dust Sword, it transformed into the black sword, trembling slightly as if conveying a sense of sorrow. Even without Gu Han’s connection, when faced with a masterful sword cultivator like Yun Jiansheng, it could not help but favor and respect the other.

Upon seeing the black sword’s appearance, a trace of confusion flickered in Pi Luo’s eyes. “This... is the sword you borrowed?”

Not only was it tattered and worn, even the sword tip was missing a portion. It could not be compared to any famous sword in the world, let alone the Red Dust Sword.

Silently, Yun Jiansheng reached out and gently grasped the sword. “What a fine sword!”

Then, a sword intent that seemed capable of making heaven and earth tremble rose from the black sword. The Red Dust Sword trembled lightly. Sorrowful yet joyful, this was the second time it had seen Yun Jiansheng like this. The first time was when Shi Feiyu had presented him with the sword. Back then, its spiritual awareness had just been born, and it had been extremely fortunate to witness that scene.

***

On the mountaintop, a man and a woman stood side by side. The man wore a white robe. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, he was handsome and refined, strikingly heroic. Meanwhile, the woman wore a pale yellow long dress. Her beauty was capable of toppling nations. Like autumn waters, her eyes were cool, elegant, and peerlessly graceful.

Below the mountaintop, green mountains stretched endlessly, clear waters meandered lazily, birds sang, and flowers bloomed. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.

They were Yun Jiansheng and Shi Feiyu. After the sword assembly, they had fallen in love at first sight and became a couple. This time, Shi Feiyu had taken the initiative to invite Yun Jiansheng here.

With the beauty before him, Yun Jiansheng felt joy. But after all, he was still young, and a hint of arrogance crept into his demeanor. “What? That old stubborn fool agreed to let you out?”

Shi Feiyu shook her head with a wry smile. She was exceptionally intelligent and perceptive, able to hear the resentment in his voice. She said helplessly, “Your sect master brought along those previous Sword Chiefs to threaten the old man. What could he possibly say?”

Yun Jiansheng smiled arrogantly. “I’ll love whoever I want to love! If anyone objects, they will have to ask my sword first!”

The beauty’s face flushed slightly, adding even more charm to her appearance. Her gaze darted away as she changed the subject, “Have you found a sword that suits you?”

Yun Jiansheng sighed softly. “No. A fine sword is hard to find. My sword will be the most unique sword in the world. How could it be so easy to find?”

Shi Feiyu waved her delicate hand, and a sword fell before him. “What do you think of this sword?”

The sword was four chi long. Its blade was pure white, untouched by dust, and flawless in every way. A faint, hazy glow clung to the blade, making it appear even more extraordinary.

Yun Jiansheng was blown away. “What a fine sword!”

For a sword cultivator, there was nothing more joyful than finding a peerless sword.

Shi Feiyu was overjoyed as well after seeing him happy. “As long as you like it.”

“Hmm?”

“This is my gift to you.”

Yun Jiansheng was stunned for a moment. He stared alternately between the two and couldn’t help but praise, “A beauty like jade, a sword without equal!”

The sword trembled lightly. People chose their swords, and swords also chose their people. To encounter a supreme sword cultivator like Yun Jiansheng, the Red Dust Sword was overjoyed as well.

Suddenly, Yun Jiansheng noticed two small words carved on the blade. “Red Dust?”

The handwriting was delicate and elegant, clearly written by Shi Feiyu.

“What does this mean?”

Shi Feiyu looked at him, “With the breeze as companion, and the bright moon as partner, roaming through the red dust.”

Yun Jiansheng suddenly understood, looked up at the sky, and laughed softly. “I see.”

A sword cry rang out, and the Red Dust Sword appeared. A vast, unmatched, and overwhelmingly domineering sword intent poured into it from years of cultivation. It was only at this moment that his sword intent had reached complete mastery.

However, the Red Dust Sword still fell slightly short of fully bearing his sword intent. Even though there was regret, he didn’t care. The beauty’s sentiment was priceless beyond measure. With the Red Dust in hand, his sword intent rose to the supreme height. With the beauty by his side, his life had also reached its peak.