Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2092: Chapter 2093: One Leaf Falls, and the World Knows Autumn (First Update)

Qiu Yuye took a deep breath. Regardless of whether all of this was real or not, the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Jian San was undoubtedly genuine.

He was certain that if he made even the slightest mistake, the illusion could become reality.

After all, killing and being killed within an illusion were nothing new.

Moreover, at this moment, a strong sense of battle surged in Qiu Yuye’s heart.

Last time, after battling Jian San for ten days and ten nights, he narrowly lost by a single move, resulting in blindness and a shattered sword heart.

Yet, due to his powerful Sword Dao Cultivation and his unyielding will, he did not collapse.

But ultimately, he was defeated, so the shame of that battle was something he would never forget.

Now, after a period of healing, Qiu Yuye’s sword heart had fully recovered.

So when he had the chance to face Jian San again, he couldn’t help but feel a burning battle intent once more.

Not for anything else, but to prove himself.

Even if the opponent was merely an existence within an illusion, he wanted to challenge himself.

Thus, after facing Jian San’s provocation, he slowly drew his sword from his waist.

The sword was one that Qiu Yuye had carried with him since he debuted. Forged from ordinary iron, it was plain and unremarkable, even with numerous scars on the blade, as if it could break at any moment.

Yet it was this seemingly laughable sword that caused Jian San’s expression to immediately become grave.

Then Jian San also slowly drew a hairpin from behind her head.

The hairpin was black as ink, resembling a wooden chopstick.

But once Jian San gripped it and gave it a casual swing, it instantly transformed into a short sword more than a foot long.

"Please instruct me!" Jian San said in a low voice.

Qiu Yuye did not respond with words, directly swinging his sword.

There was no dazzling Sword Qi, no surging momentum, not even disturbing a blade of grass underfoot. It was just an ordinary swing.

Yet this very sword made Jian San’s eyes burst with brilliant light, "Good sword!"

Saying so, she pointed her Hairpin Sword directly at the void in front of her.

Bang!

With a dull boom, the two swords clashed directly, stirring up a whirlwind.

The whirlwind spread out, bending all the grass around.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Jian San’s mouth, with the red mole between her brows becoming even more vivid, "You’re quite good!"

"You too!" Qiu Yuye replied calmly, then raised his hand and swung his sword again.

This time, the sword light was like snow, sweeping forward.

Jian San was fearless, and the two engaged in close combat.

In fact, there was nothing fancy about this battle.

Neither Jian San nor Qiu Yuye used any sword power; they purely compared Sword Intent.

This was purely a test of who had a deeper understanding of the Sword Dao and whose sword heart was more translucent and clear.

Wherever the sword light passed, leaves flew like a rain of petals.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves, yet there was still no clear winner.

But at that moment, the surrounding grass suddenly began to grow wildly, transforming into numerous black tentacles to tightly bind Qiu Yuye’s limbs.

Qiu Yuye grunted, and countless small sword beams suddenly appeared around him, severing the tentacles that bound him.

Yet these tentacles seemed to have some magical power; even when cut, they could instantly regenerate and clung to Qiu Yuye like maggots on rotting bones.

Meanwhile, Jian San had also approached with a sword strike.

Facing the imminent sword, Qiu Yuye took a deep breath.

This breath seemed to empty all the surrounding air, creating a whirlwind.

Then Qiu Yuye slowly said, "One leaf falls, and the world is autumn!"

Boom!

All the sword beams surrounding Qiu Yuye instantly turned into withered yellow leaves.

Yet it was these leaves that were filled with infinite killing intent.

Wherever they passed, whether it was the tentacles formed from the grass or Jian San, all were reduced to dust.

In an instant, the entire grassland became empty.

Qiu Yuye stood amidst a sky of blood mist and sighed softly.

"Pity... this is just an illusion after all!"

But just as Qiu Yuye finished speaking, the tip of a sword suddenly protruded from his chest!

It was the very Hairpin Sword.

This strike was so sudden that Qiu Yuye had no defense at all.

Only after feeling the pain did he look down, then slowly turn his head to look behind him.

Behind him, Jian San was smiling at him, but when she opened her mouth to speak, it was Xue An’s voice.

"How is it? How do you like the gift I prepared for you?"

As blood flowed out freely, Qiu Yuye felt his life force rapidly dwindling.

But he still stared fixedly at the Jian San before him, and with a hoarse voice, said, "First luring me into battle with Jian San’s appearance, then launching a sudden attack, all of this was pre-arranged by you, wasn’t it?"

Jian San giggled, but the laughter sounded chilling to the ears.

"That’s right, Qiu Yuye, let me tell you the truth, all of this was specially designed for you, including this mist, all prepared for you!"

"Because what I want is your body! Only with it can I perfectly integrate into The Multiverse, do you understand?"

Jian San’s eyes shimmered with a dangerous light, like a predator eyeing its prey.

And behind her, the shattered grass reassembled, eventually forming a sinister patterned serpent.

The serpent raised its head, spat out grass-scented breath, and said sinisterly, "Why waste so much time talking? Hurry up and act, the body is yours, I want his soul, because I’ve also been badly wounded this time and need a good supplement!"

"Don’t rush, things should be taken one step at a time, right? Qiu Yuye?" The sinister being laughed again.

At that moment, Qiu Yuye’s chest was soaked in blood, and his face turned extremely pale from the blood loss.

This is the common ailment of the Sword Cultivators.

When in tune with Sword Intent, their lethality is fearsome, but once injured, their bodies, relatively weak compared to Body Cultivation and other Cultivators, immediately become a liability.

"So I want to ask you, do you plan to have your soul devoured first, or should I take over your body first?" The sinister being asked with a smile.

Qiu Yuye also smiled, his smile pale and weak, but his eyes were unwavering.

"But what if... I choose neither?"

As he said this, the sinister being suddenly felt an extremely ominous premonition.

This feeling made its scalp tingle, just about to react.

A resolute color appeared in Qiu Yuye’s eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "When the universe moves, everything springs to life!"

As his words fell, countless sword beams manifested around him.

But these sword beams now transformed from the previous desolate Sword Intent into ones filled with shocking power, quickly converging into a brilliant bolt of lightning, slashing straight at the sinister being.

This sinister being was so terrified that it immediately retreated while screaming, "What’s going on? Aren’t you a Sword Cultivator? How do you master the Power of Thunder?"