Second Senior Sister Has A Highly Dangerous Profession - Chapter 65
Chapter 65
The Taiqing Moon Gazing Sword Art had seven forms.
Yu Xizhi executed the fourth, then the sixth, before transitioning into the third.
The Milky Way stretched endlessly, the Silver River just as vast.
Yu Xizhi’s three forms flowed seamlessly as if they were a single, continuous sword stroke, without even a pause to gather sword intent.
Only someone intimately familiar with Taiqing Moon Gazing would recognize that this was not, in fact, one prolonged strike from the technique.
The pill intent had barely dispersed before it was forced back.
Chi Nan had struck with full confidence, yet his sword intent was interrupted the moment it arose.
But he wasn’t flustered—instead, he fluidly shifted his stance, transitioning from “Gazing at the River Han” directly into “Stirring the Cauldron.”
Thus, the shattered pill reformed, rolling along the length of his blade!
Sword light condensed, and the crimson pill coated the edge with a faint layer, so that every subsequent swing of Chi Nan’s sword carried pill intent!
“Since when could alchemists fight like this?” someone below the stage marveled, feeling that what they’d witnessed today surpassed years of their own bitter sword practice and study.
“Senior Shi’s sword intent already made me realize how vast the paths of cultivation could be, but now Senior Chi’s pill intent takes it even further,” a Xuecan Peak disciple sighed, clapping.
“I never thought pill intent could blend with sword intent—they don’t contradict each other at all!”
The battle on stage reached its peak, the two sword shadows moving so fast they were nearly indistinguishable.
The clashing of blades rang out in an unbroken stream, while the faint red glow of pill intent lingered in the sword wind, dyeing the evening air with an extraordinary hue.
After the third form of Taiqing Moon Gazing, Yu Xizhi’s swordplay shifted again.
Three swift strikes, and talisman intent flickered midair.
Without pause, she struck again, drawing with her blade—four strokes, three talismans, all hurtling toward Chi Nan!
“Nine matches in, and this is the first time we’ve seen Second Senior Sister use talisman swords,” someone exclaimed in surprise.
“Looks like Senior Chi’s skill is truly on par with hers, forcing her to pull out some of her hidden tricks!”
“Doesn’t seem like hidden tricks to me,” a sharp-eyed observer remarked.
“Look at Second Senior Sister’s demeanor—doesn’t she seem… utterly at ease?”
On the other side, Shen Ye’s expression shifted slightly as he lowered his voice.
“Old Yu, be honest with me—what’s your little sister’s actual realm? Chi Nan and I are both at the peak of Foundation Establishment, so I can tell he’s holding nothing back. Yet Junior Sister Yu is fighting him evenly—no, not evenly. I can’t even gauge her realm.”
Yu Si gave a bitter laugh, though a hint of pride flickered in his eyes.
“She hasn’t told me, and I haven’t asked. But look—she’s doing just fine on her own.”
“Is Qianya Peak really that good?”
Shen Ye couldn’t help but glance in a certain direction, recalling the hotpot feast on New Year’s Eve.
“Good food aside, that sword energy… is truly something else.”
As they spoke, Chi Nan barely dodged two talisman strikes, but the third was unavoidable.
He raised his sword to meet it head-on.
Talisman intent clashed with battle intent, sword energy with pill energy.
Chi Nan’s earlier pill had mostly dissipated from his relentless strikes, and the remnants just managed to neutralize the last talisman.
But before he could catch his breath, Yanxiao pierced through the fading talisman intent, its unparalleled sword energy shooting straight for his face!
An alchemist was never limited to a single pill in battle, and no rule dictated they could only use one.
So Chi Nan flicked his sleeve—in an instant, a line of pills materialized before him, halting Yu Xizhi’s descending blade!
If this strike landed, the pills would shatter.
But those pills were a riot of colors—red, green, brown—who knew what effects they carried?
If she couldn’t stop her blade in time, Yu Xizhi might as well concede.
So Yanxiao’s intent withdrew, then rose again with effortless grace, sketching another talisman—this time, a fire talisman.
Flames erupted, forming a blazing line.
Yanxiao swept through the fire talisman, its edge now wreathed in a searing line of killing intent.
So what if the pills were numerous and their effects unknown?
She’d burn them all to nothing!
Xia Yiyao watched intently.
As a direct disciple of Taiqing Peak, she had seen countless sword techniques.
Though she couldn’t perform many herself, she could name most on sight.
Plus, her sword spirit, Xiaoyu, was often awake and occasionally offered pointers.
Normally, she treasured Xiaoyu’s guidance, eagerly awaiting its voice in her mind.
But now, she found it unbearably grating and couldn’t help but frown.
“Her spiritual energy is so thin—how did she ignite that fire talisman on her sword?” Xiaoyu marveled.
“Only Golden Core cultivators usually merge talisman intent with swordplay. I can’t see her realm—do you know what it is? Has she reached Golden Core?”
Xia Yiyao: “…”
“How would I know?” she replied coldly.
“If even you can’t tell, how could I? But it’s impossible for her to be at Nascent Soul. My senior brother is only a golden core—how could she surpass him? Even if she could, where’s the tribulation thunder?”
Having spent so much time together, Xiaoyu knew exactly how to needle her.
And so it did.
“What’s the use of being jealous? I’d love to be set ablaze too. Spring’s here—a little fire, a little breeze, this is the life for a sword spirit.”
It paused, then added dismissively, “Besides, who said breaking through requires tribulation clouds and thunder? You cultivators are so rigid. In this vast world, anything can happen during a breakthrough.”
Xia Yiyao’s heart skipped a beat.
“What do you mean? There are ways to advance without tribulation? What do you mean by ‘you cultivators’—are there beings that don’t undergo tribulation?”
But Xiaoyu ignored her, either regretting its slip or simply losing interest.
The spiritual stone lamps bathed the area in bright light.
Cheng Luochen and Yi Zui had already finished their final matches, their names now at the top of the scoreboard beneath Yu Si’s, each with a perfect ten points.
Below them, Yu Xizhi stood at nine.
Yi Zui didn’t leave the stage—since it was elevated, it offered a better view.
The area around Yu Xizhi’s platform was already packed, leaving no room to stand.
Cheng Luochen hurried over and joined Yi Zui.
“Have you seen Second Senior Sister’s talisman swords before?”
Yi Zui watched the flames coil, casting a rosy glow on the girl’s cheeks.
“My mother and uncle used something similar when they sparred. Ice and fire intertwined—now that was fun. Too bad they said my realm was too low and refused to teach me.”
He paused, finally realizing something odd.
“They wouldn’t teach me even at peak Foundation Establishment. So how does Second Senior Sister know it? What realm is she actually at?”
Cheng Luochen thought, Certainly not lower than yours, but instead asked, “Why were your mother and uncle fighting?”
Yi Zui’s face stiffened—he’d let slip something private.
Annoyed, he snapped, “None of your business.”
The fire talisman burned out.
Chi Nan’s robes were singed black in places, and a cut marked his cheek—he was injured.
Yet his eyes burned brighter, his fighting spirit fiercer than when he’d begun.
Their swords clashed once more before they separated, each stepping back half a pace before raising their blades again.
Anyone could see—this next strike would decide the match.
“Duye Dan Sword,” Chi Nan rasped, naming his final technique outright.
“Cleansing All Away.”
Yu Xizhi tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Qingfeng Liuyun.”
Chi Nan blinked.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
She flicked her wrist, settling into the stance of the most basic Kunlun sword form.
The crowd erupted.
People exchanged glances, wondering if they’d misheard.
Qingfeng Liyun was a foundational Kunlun technique, something even outer disciples practiced.
And now, Yu Xizhi intended to use it against Xuecan Peak’s secret, lineage-restricted Duye Dan Sword?!
Was she insane?
Or had she already given up on this tenth match?
The elder with the purple clay teapot yawned, weary from watching battles all day.
But the white-bearded elder’s eyes lit up the moment Yu Xizhi named her technique, all drowsiness gone.
Mountains, rivers, seas—all cleansed away.
Sword intent, pill intent, battle intent—all washed clean.
Chi Nan’s strike was now purely, perfectly sword.
Yet while the intent was pure, the technique remained intricate!
Sword energy surged, lacking pill intent but replaced by even sharper sword intent, crashing toward Yu Xizhi in an overwhelming tide.
The girl raised her blade calmly.
A breeze rose, disrupting the tide, tangling with the intricate motions.
Complexity unraveled, precision severed. A simple, earnest strike—breeze stirring, clouds scattering—cleanly bisected Chi Nan’s technique!
The Great Dao returns to simplicity.
After all the sword arts Yu Xizhi had displayed, it all distilled into this single thrust.
One sword broke Duye, then halted before Chi Nan.
The boy stood stunned, shock and revelation warring in his eyes.
He remained rooted, heart full of disbelief, yet his mind was already replaying her strike.
He held his sword motionless, yet the wind moved on its own.
The sky darkened further, the crowd too absorbed to notice the thickening clouds.
The spiritual stone lamps were too bright, the sword energy too dazzling—no one saw the flicker of lightning in the distance.
“She… actually won?” someone murmured, incredulous.
“Is Qingfeng Liuyun really that powerful?”
Another disciple stared at their own blade.
“Second Senior Sister’s sword looks the same as mine. Why is hers so strong?”
Silence fell.
The elder with the purple clay teapot smiled in genuine approval—but before he could voice it, his expression suddenly changed.
“EVERYONE, BACK AWAY—!”
A barrier erupted from him, instantly shielding the spectators.
A deafening bolt of lightning split the sky!
The thunderclap lagged behind the blinding flash.
“Did… did Senior Chi break through?” someone stammered, staring at the terrifying tribulation lightning.
“Second Senior Sister—!” another cried.
“She’s still inside!”
Only then did they remember—the arena, now engulfed in lightning, still held another person.
Yu Si lunged forward, stepping out of the elder’s barrier.
He was about to dash in when—
A sword light brighter than the lightning flared.
Like a lotus, it inverted, blocking half the tribulation, leaving the other half to ravage the remaining arena.
A figure in white strode through the storm, sword light beneath his feet, one arm around the dazed girl as he stepped out of the thunder’s fury.
