Chapter 140: What Technique? (First Update)

"Has it appeared?"

The members of the Eternal Sect were carefully monitoring the disturbances in the surroundings from the periphery.

They had already set up an inescapable net here, waiting for Lu Ye's arrival.

"Nothing yet, not a single movement."

"Could it be that she's about to die, and there's still no sign of anything?"

"Absolutely true, the Heavenly Net Mirror hasn't detected any fluctuations at all."

"Could it be that Chu Ling and Lu Ye don't even know each other?"

"Foolish! The Upper Realm is targeting Lu Ye. Lu Ye is ranked ninth on the Eternal Prodigy Leaderboard, while Chu Ling is just an unknown minor cultivator. If the two had no connection, how would the Upper Realm know about Chu Ling?"

"Well, that makes sense. But what if Lu Ye doesn't come?"

"The Taishang Sword Sect probably won't actually kill Chu Ling. They suspect they can't fully grasp the minds of the young, which is why only Feng Wuhui is taking action."

"Pfft!"

Another arm was severed.

Chu Ling was kicked away, vomiting blood as she collapsed to her knees.

She was truly about to die...

At this moment, confusion filled Chu Ling's eyes.

Death...

For Chu Ling, it was a word that felt incredibly distant and unfamiliar.

It had been so long since she had faced the threat of death. Now, confronted with it again, the sensation was like an endless darkness, enveloping her completely and profoundly.

Blood continued to flow.

Her life force was rapidly fading.

She was really going to die...

Her lord truly hadn't come to save her. He really didn't care about her at all.

Blood and tears streamed down together.

"Die now!"

With a roar, Feng Wuhui unleashed a brilliant sword light, giving Chu Ling no time for sorrow. The massive blade descended upon her.

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

"Clang!"

Though the sword light didn't shatter, it was deflected.

Chu Ling abruptly looked up, hope gleaming in her eyes—had her lord come?

Had he come to save her?

Sure enough, the young master still loves me after all. Young master, Ling Er truly knows her mistake now, Ling Er...

"Fellow Daoist Wuhui, this girl cannot be killed for now."

An aged yet amused voice echoed through the heavens and earth. A figure from the Eternal Sect, clad in purple-gold Daoist robes and wearing a faint smile, stepped forward.

"Fellow Daoist Ziquan, what do you mean by this?"

"There's no need for alarm, Fellow Daoist Wuhui. The Eternal Sect has also heard of the theft of the Sword Mountain from the Taishang Sword Sect and shares your fury. However, this Chu Ling has already integrated the Sword Mountain into her own Avenue. Even if you kill her, the Sword Mountain will still be lost."

"Our Eternal Sect possesses a secret technique called the Heaven-Stripping Art, which can extract another's Avenue..."

Shen Xitong, who had been cracking melon seeds, froze mid-bite upon hearing the name of this technique, her brows furrowing instantly.

"Ding, what did he say the technique was called?" Shen Xitong asked uncertainly.

Lu Ye, however, remained unaffected, even chuckling inwardly. "The Heaven-Stripping Art!"

"Ding, what kind of art?"

"Stripping! As in stripping off your clothes, stripping off your skin, stripping off your flesh, stripping away everything—the Heaven-Stripping Art!"

"Smack!"

The table in front of Shen Xitong shattered into pieces.

"Ding, this is blasphemy, blasphemy!"

"Ding, very well, very well, Eternal Sect, I..."

Lu Ye watched as Shen Xitong pulled out a small, smoke-shrouded notebook and began scribbling in it.

Unable to resist, Lu Ye peeked.

"Ding, no peeking!"

Shen Xitong turned her body away, writing in secret.

Lu Ye couldn't help but laugh heartily—ah, the drama had turned back on itself.

Meanwhile, the scene in the light screen continued.

"Our Eternal Sect is willing to intervene and extract the Sword Mountain from Chu Ling's Avenue. This way, the Sword Mountain can be returned to the Taishang Sword Sect, and we will take Chu Ling with us. How does that sound?" Daoist Ziquan said with a smile.

Feng Wuhui frowned slightly.

That... seemed acceptable.

"Then we shall trouble the Eternal Sect for your assistance. The Taishang Sword Sect will remember this kindness."

"Hahaha, we are all fellow Daoists—no need for formalities!"

Four powerful figures from the Eternal Sect stepped forward, swiftly forming hand seals as a violent aura erupted.

The very fabric of the Avenue trembled irregularly at this moment.

Chu Ling's body levitated involuntarily.

Excruciating pain instantly coursed through her entire being.

It could be seen that the Nascent Soul in her dantian was radiating an unprecedented brilliance, yet it flickered like a phantom, constantly shifting.

A hazy Sword Mountain emerged within the heart of the Nascent Soul.

Chu Ling could no longer endure it, letting out a pained wail. The agony of having her Avenue stripped away inch by inch was no less than the torment of having her soul torn apart.

So this was the price of wrongdoing—such excruciating suffering.

Young master, Chu Ling was wrong. Chu Ling truly knows she was wrong.

"Young master..."

A piercing scream tore from Chu Ling’s lips.

"It’s here!"

Suddenly, a terrifying ripple erupted from the heavens above.

At that moment, countless powerful figures raised their heads to the sky, the experts of the Eternal Sect brimming with excitement.

It’s here!

It actually came!

No—it wasn’t Lu Ye?

A bone-chilling cold swept across the entire Wasteland of Lost Souls, freezing everything in its path.

Dense rain poured from the sky, the frigid air condensing into a white mist, descending like the breath of a deity.

Bai Qiulan, clad in white, appeared high in the sky, channeling the full force of the chaotic Lunar Power.

Even though this chaotic Lunar Power was exceedingly scarce, it unleashed a terrifying might—an energy that should not have existed in the First Heaven.

"Who is this?"

The same question arose in everyone’s minds.

Powerful defensive spells flared to life, yet none could withstand the piercing cold. Their Nascent Souls seemed on the verge of freezing.

Under this icy assault, even unleashing seventy percent of their full strength was considered remarkable.

"Isn’t that Bai Qiulan, Lu Ye’s master? Lu Ye didn’t come, but his master did?"

"His master? Even better—capture her!"

Streaks of light shot into the sky, charging toward Bai Qiulan.

"Boom!"

At that moment, a crimson streak, moving at an incomprehensible speed, shot straight toward Chu Ling.

Even those in the Tribulation Realm couldn’t track its movement—fast, impossibly fast.

Shangguan Huanling rushed to Chu Ling’s side.

"Celestial Silkworm Nine Transformations!"

"Celestial Lord Fist!"

A wisp of peerless, overwhelming aura erupted from Shangguan Huanling's fist.

It was terrifying.

Almost instinctively, several experts stiffened.

This punch seemed utterly horrifying.

Yet Feng Wuhui showed no fear. Just as he was about to strike with his sword, "Senior brother..."

Feng Wuhui paused.

He did not attack.

If Chu Ling and Lu Ye had no connection before, now that Lu Ye's master Bai Qiulan had arrived, the situation was clearly less certain.

With Lu Ye's master now involved, things were no longer so simple.

Shangguan Huanling's eyes sharpened as she swiftly embraced Chu Ling, once again enveloped in a crimson glow.

"Boom!"

After two consecutive Blood Demon Escape techniques, Shangguan Huanling's aura had weakened considerably.

One could imagine that for Shangguan Huanling to act so decisively, she must have been promised something extraordinary.

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