The Moonlight Sword Shocks the World
The young master is unparalleled, and his sword intent is like a rainbow.
A stunned silence blanketed Qingyun Sect.
Wu Duantian staggered to his feet, unable to hide his loss of composure.
Even Taoist Qingxuan, renowned for his swordsmanship, felt his Qingxuan Sword tremble in his grip.
Deep in the mountains, within a hidden cave paradise—
An old woman meditating suddenly frowned.
Li Qingran stood mesmerized by the dazzling moonlight.
Amidst the full moon, a sword-wielding figure danced—
A breathtaking display of swordsmanship, reckless yet elegant.
“The Bright Moon Rises over Tianshan Mountain!”
A voice echoed through the battlefield, carrying a poetic grandeur.
The sword moved, slicing through the air like a cold wind piercing the sea of clouds.
Then—
The sword’s momentum shifted.
A sudden burst of speed, faster than lightning!
“The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, passing through Yumen Pass!”
Chen Huaian’s ethereal voice laughed as his blade descended.
“Condense—!”
BOOM!
Sword intent surged through the sky.
The dancing figure halted, and the black-scaled sword fell lightly.
Swoosh!
The sea of clouds split apart.
The world became clear and bright under the intensified moonlight—
Yet the boundless killing intent remained.
Wu Duantian’s face drained of color.
He roared to his disciples, his voice tinged with fear—
“Not good! Activate the sect protection formation! Evacuate the disciples!”
Just moments ago, he had believed the mysterious monk was merely at the Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation—
Something he could handle if things got out of control.
But now—
The sword intent alone made him feel like ice water had been poured over his soul.
Could this person be a hidden old monster from the legendary Sword Pavilion?
A Sword Beyond Compare
Sword cultivators were rare.
Their path was difficult, their cultivation progress slow—
But once they achieved mastery, their destructive power surpassed all others.
Now, Chen Huaian’s sword descended upon Taoist Qingxuan.
Moonlight blended with the razor-sharp sword aura—
A blade so bright it became indistinguishable from the night sky.
Taoist Qingxuan gritted his teeth.
With no escape, he could only fight head-on!
“Lanxinghe!”
He activated the strongest move of the Great Wuxiang Sword.
A flicker of starlight erupted from his Qingxuan Sword.
Blinding brilliance, radiant power—
But in front of the full moon, it seemed—
Small. Insignificant.
A single spark can ignite a prairie fire—
But even the stars are swallowed by the brightness of the moon.
A Devastating Defeat
The full moon vanished.
Qingyun Sect Square was left scarred, filled with countless sword holes.
The closer to the center, the denser they became.
Taoist Qingxuan knelt in a pool of blood, barely able to stay upright using his sword.
His once-pristine Qingxuan Sword was now riddled with holes, its edge barely holding together.
Chen Huaian stepped out of the moonlight.
Not sparing Taoist Qingxuan even a glance.
Instead—
He walked toward Lu Changtian.
“Do it yourself, or should I help?”
Lu Changtian looked up, his face pale as a sheet.
His throat tightened.
“I—I will do it myself…”
A muffled explosion of reversed spiritual energy—
Lu Changtian collapsed, clutching his Dantian in agony.
His screams of pain echoed through the square.
Taoist Qingxuan trembled as he tried to stand—
But collapsed back into the bloodstained ground.
Facing the Last One
Chen Huaian’s golden vertical pupils turned toward Mu Baishuang.
The delicate girl stared back in terror.
She trembled, her lips quivering, her entire body shaking.
So pitiful. So fragile.
But—
Chen Huaian knew the truth.
A single drop of sweat rolled down his forehead.
[Mu Baishuang – Female – 347 years old – Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation (Self-Sealed) – Natural Charm]
Two bad news:
- She was a hidden old monster.
- He had no more energy left.
They locked eyes.
Chen Huaian spoke first.
“Hand over Li Qingran’s Water Spirit Root.”
“Senior, I—”
“Do you want to hand it over, or not?”
The murderous glint in his eyes sent a shiver down Mu Baishuang’s spine.
She had no choice.
Survival came first.
She lowered her head, sighed softly, and finally spoke.
“I’ll give it to you.”
She took a step forward, chest slightly puffed, exposing her slender neck.
Her soft, tear-streaked face was filled with grief.
Her voice trembled.
“Senior, just take it from me directly.”
A natural charmer, indeed.
Chen Huaian was speechless.
A system prompt appeared:
[Choose the spiritual root to be extracted:]
〈Single Water Spirit Root (Li Qingran)〉
〈Dual Earth and Wood Spirit Roots (Yang Tian)〉
Good guy.
Chen Huaian nearly laughed out loud.
“She really stole more than one spiritual root, huh?”
If she was hiding her true identity, she wouldn’t dare expose this.
Might as well take them all.
Chen Huaian grabbed both.
His hand passed effortlessly through her body, pulling out two glowing orbs.
He stuffed them into his backpack with a meaningful glance at Mu Baishuang.
Her face drained of color.
Time to Leave—Or Not?
With the enemies crushed, the debt settled, and the loot collected, Chen Huaian was ready to leave.
“Qingran, let’s go.”
But before they could move—
An old voice echoed behind them.
“Go?”
At some point, an elderly woman in white robes had appeared.
She stood beside Taoist Qingxuan, gripping a dragon-headed cane.
Her cloudy eyes stared directly at Chen Huaian.
There was no aura around her.
But her presence alone made every disciple instinctively bow their heads in fear.
“Sir, you come to my Qingyun Sect, destroy everything, and now you want to leave?”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
She tapped her dragon-headed cane against the ground.
DONG—!
A wave of green ripples spread across the sect.
All the late-stage Spirit Transformation Elders, including Wu Duantian—
Immediately knelt.
The entire Qingyun Sect Square fell silent.
