Chapter 624 530: Shang Miaoyan and Lin Qianyan's "Husband-Chasing" Plan

With a piercing wail, the Linyuan Sword slid inch by inch from its sheath. Its blade scraped against the ground, producing a metallic screech that set teeth on edge.

Her slender wrist tensed from the effort, knuckles turning white, yet she held a firm grip on the legendary Demon Sword.

She had drawn the Saint's Legacy Sword!

The entire Sinful Sword Abyss erupted into chaos.

Freed from the Linyuan Sword's suppression, the Evil Swords were like caged beasts unleashed. Their blades trembled violently as they broke free from the stone walls in unison, hovering in the air.

As one, they turned, aiming their cold, glinting tips at Ye Liyuan's solitary, slender figure, whose robes whipped in the wind.

Ye Liyuan suddenly looked up. A stray lock of hair, stirred by the Sword Qi, brushed past her cold, silent eyes.

"Submit."

Her voice was hoarse but left no room for doubt. The Linyuan Sword hummed in her palm, and in an instant, a tide of black Sword Qi surged outward.

Wherever it passed, the cliff walls cracked. The Evil Swords, which had been so menacing just moments before, suddenly froze in mid-air. Their blades trembled violently and let out sorrowful whimpers before plunging one by one into the ground. They embedded themselves deeply, like subjects kowtowing before their monarch.

"This woman..."

The disciples of the Dragon Roar Sword Sect, who had rushed over to suppress the sword uprising, arrived just in time to witness Ye Liyuan taming hundreds of swords.

They froze on the spot. The pupils of the Sword Sect Saint Son leading them constricted.

'How is this possible? Someone actually managed to wield the Linyuan Sword!'

The Sword Sect Saint Son was in disbelief. As the strongest of his generation in the Sword Sect, how could he not have coveted the Linyuan Sword in the depths of the Sinful Sword Abyss?

But it was because he had personally tried to draw the sword that he understood its terrifying nature.

When he had gripped the sword, the Sword Sect Saint Son had felt as if he were standing before a bottomless, pitch-black Abyssal Pit. The longer he held it, the more his soul began to walk uncontrollably toward that Abyss.

It seemed that to draw this sword, one had to cast oneself into the Abyss. But wasn't that just seeking death?

Terrified, the Sword Sect Saint Son hadn't dared to linger and had hastily fled the Sinful Sword Abyss.

He had thought no Sword Cultivator would ever be able to claim that sword, yet today, it had actually been drawn.

And by a woman from the Xuanyuan Dao Sect, of all people!

THUMP, THUMP—

Ye Liyuan took heavy steps toward the exit of the Sinful Sword Abyss.

The terrifying Sword Qi emanating from her, redolent of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, was so overwhelming that not a single Sword Cultivator present dared to meet her gaze.

But the Sword Sect Saint Son was still resentful that the Linyuan Sword, a legacy passed down since their founding master, was being taken by this woman from an outside sect.

He blocked Ye Liyuan's path and said in a heavy voice:

"Fellow Daoist, this sword is the ultimate treasure of my Sword Sect. Could you please wait a moment for our Sword Sect's Elders, and perhaps even the Sect Leader, to discuss this before you leave?"

Ye Liyuan slowly raised her eyes. The moment the Sword Sect Saint Son met her pitch-black gaze, he felt a bone-chilling Sword Intent pierce him to the marrow.

He let out a muffled grunt and, startled, subconsciously took a step back, clearing the path.

"I need to find Ah Han now... I will cut down anyone who stands in my way."

As Ye Liyuan finished speaking, the Linyuan Sword in her hand hummed. Its cry was like the wailing of a hundred ghosts, causing the Sword Sect Saint Son's Lifebound Spirit Sword to tremble uncontrollably.

"You!"

"Enough, Tianyuan. Let her go.

A great war is upon us. The Sinful Sword Abyss was opened to all Sword Cultivators of the Human Race who dared to join the fight. The rule was that if you dare to fight for the Human Race, any sword you draw is yours. Our Sword Sect does not go back on its word."

An old man slowly walked through the crowd to the Sword Sect Saint Son's side.

"Great Elder, that may be so, but that's..."

The Sword Sect Saint Son watched Ye Liyuan's departing figure and began to speak, his voice laced with resentment, but he was quickly cut off when the old man rapped him sharply on the head.

"No 'buts,' Tianyuan. Our Sword Sect disciples are setting out for the battlefield tonight. Tomorrow, we will rendezvous with the contingents from the Dao Sect, the Jade Pool Sacred Land, and the Yin Yang Sacred Land.

At this moment of life and death for the Human Race, having a Sword Cultivator who can wield the Linyuan Sword is a good thing. Don't be more stubborn than an old man like me."

"Yes..."

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WHOOSH—

A vast fleet of Spiritual Power Battleships passed through the Cloud Sea. Seen from far below, they blotted out the sun, resembling a floating continent.

Aboard the flagship of the Yin Yang Sacred Land, in the Saint Master's private chambers.

Inside, wisps of fragrant smoke curled up from an incense burner.

The Yin Yang Saint Master, Yin Wanqing, was dressed in a black robe, its cuffs adorned with flowing, dark patterns of silver thread.

CREAK.

As the door opened, Shang Miaoyan stepped into the inner chamber.

Her eyelashes were lowered, and her expression was placid as she looked at Yin Wanqing.

"Holy Master, you summoned me..."

"Miaoyan."

Yin Wanqing slowly turned and gave Shang Miaoyan a deep look. "I know that ever since the day the Dao Sect was attacked, you haven't been able to let go of Pei Yuhang."

"But that wasn't your fault. You have nothing to apologize to him for."

Shang Miaoyan's breath caught, her eyelashes trembling, but she remained silent.

"You're going to the Endless Sea now... Are you still holding on to the hope of finding him on the battlefield?"

Yin Wanqing gazed at her. Shang Miaoyan finally raised her eyes, a flicker of emotion rippling through them before she quickly suppressed it.

She said softly, "I am. But I don't know where I can find Xiaohan."

Looking at Shang Miaoyan's gaunt and weary figure, Yin Wanqing swallowed and walked over to stand before her.

Under Shang Miaoyan's astonished gaze, she embraced her.

"Miaoyan... I truly have wronged you in the past."

Yin Wanqing, who had always been strict with Shang Miaoyan, showed a rare gentleness.

"I didn't know the place Pei Yuhang held in your heart had become so indispensable. Or perhaps, even if I had known, I wouldn't have cared in the slightest about your feelings.

Because, from my perspective back then, you were the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land... For the good of the Sacred Land, personal sacrifice was only to be expected."