Chapter 142: The Black Tiger (7)

Chapter 142: The Black Tiger (7)

Despite her heart full of dark, oppressive thoughts, the manner in which Lan Xiaohui draws me from my sheath is so incredibly gentle that it perfectly describes her Dao Heart; the mind, heart, and sword are united as one, but also separate.

In Lan Xiaohuis hands, it is not the sword that is the outsider here, but the mounting anger and fury in her heart.

It was only a year ago that Lan Xiaohui truly started to pursue the Dao of the Sword, and she has already come this far though this is not so surprising to me because of the circumstances of her daily life back then. She had to understand the sword; she had to wield her sword while disregarding the untruths in her false heart.

I am proud of my master and the emerging, iron-clad righteousness that springs forth in her Dao Heart to cut through the darkness. Not a moral righteousness, but a swords righteousness itself far more terrifying and brutal than any mortal fire.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

My vessel impacts Wei Shengs sword with enough force to cause the other cultivator to stumble back several steps, overwhelmed momentarily both by Lan Xiaohuis daring and sudden offensive, but also her speed and power.

While I am grateful to Wu Yulan for helping me enter the sect without having to compete, it seems that I was mistaken in thinking that this was an acceptable method, Lan Xiaohui says as she walks toward Wei Sheng. You only understand power, so I should have done as advised and been shameless.

Wei Shengs expression is complicated, but he immediately understands the situation. Lan Xiaohui is not to be underestimated.

A brilliant, light blue light begins to envelop Wei Shengs sword as the halo of his Core Formation shimmers into existence behind him, almost a fully complete circle.

You Shameless...? Wei Sheng growls. You are just a fraud, and you still dare act so arrogantly in front of me? You dare to draw your weapon on me? You are tired of life!

Unlike Lan Xiaohui, Wei Sheng is completely consumed by anger caused by Lan Xiaohuis affront of daring to challenge him, and he dashes forward and swings his now-glowing sword at my owner.

Lan Xiaohui interposes my vessel into the path of Wei Shengs sword and we collide with such force that a deep sound resounds through the street, almost like a bell being struck with a mallet.

Lan Xiaohui recovers faster than Wei Sheng and reaches out with her free hand to grab Wei Shengs sword hand and immobilize it over his head. It is clear that Lan Xiaohuis attainment of the sword is so far superior to Wei Shengs, that even his much deeper cultivation cannot match Lan Xiaohuis preternatural swordsmanship.

A fraud? Who are you to speak such nonsense and compare me to yourself? Unlike you, I walk my path straight and tall, and my heart bears no shameful secrets, Lan Xiaohui calmly says, casually trying to maneuver my vessel against Wei Shengs neck, but the other cultivator resists the maneuver by also grabbing her wrist with his free hand. Slowly, Wei Sheng begins losing the grapple. I risked everything back then to remain true to my heart. Did you really think I would let some scum, from a sect I have never even heard of, trample over me, insult me, scheme against me, bully me into exile, or threaten my life?

I yield! I yield! Wei Sheng finally cries out, his blood now coating the left side of his coat and his strength waning.

This is not a competition, Lan Xiaohui coldly says. We are sword cultivators. Live by your choices; die for your mistakes.

Wei Shengs eyes go wide at these words and I can feel the total defeat hollow out his heart as his life, figuratively, leaves his body before his meat actually expires.

That is enough! Suddenly another voice comes from above and the authority within it is so undeniable that even Lan Xiaohui has to hesitate.

After a moment, Lan Xiaohui looks up and recognizes the owner of the voice. Elder Qin, she says, and in a perfect display of respectfulness, abandons her murder attempt in order to properly greet the Elder by pressing her fist into her open palm and bowing.

Elder Qin lands next to Lan Xiaohui and looks at Wei Sheng. Then she looks at the crowd, and finally to my owner.

I have witnessed everything that has happened here, she says. Consider this matter now settled.

There is a sliver of defiance in Lan Xiaohui but it lasts for only the briefest moments before it disappears. As you wish, Elder Qin, she says and quickly returns me to my sheath.

Once more, Elder Qin looks toward the crowd. Zhu Xuelians qualifications are not to be called into question! She is my direct disciple and for a good reason! Elder Qins voice easily carries through the crowd and after witnessing what just happened, there arent that many surprised expressions.

Wei Sheng looks like he is on the verge of tears as he presses his hand into the wound on his neck and looks up at Elder Qin. This this Zhu Xuelian attacked me

Elder Qin glares at Wei Sheng. Take that garbage brother of yours back to your Nine Clouds sect! Never come here again. You are no longer a member of this sect, she says. Get lost!

With those words, Elder Qin jumps into the air, toward the Sect Hall.

Lan Xiaohui and Wu Yulan dont even look back at Wei Sheng and head in the opposite direction of the Elder.