Chapter 610 - 570: The Brilliance of Twin Stars, A Fated Encounter
Chapter 610: Chapter 570: The Brilliance of Twin Stars, A Fated Encounter
Yun Liuguang’s sword scattered through the night like starlight.
The ruined Heaven-Reaching City once again fell silent.
A faint night wind drifted past. The celestial clouds above seemed to still be savoring the afterglow of the fierce battle, while Song Ciwan, hovering in the Void, was trying to perceive a different, strange rhythm.
’What is it?’
’Is Yun Liuguang dead?’
’No, that last sword strike—’
’That last strike... its bones were forged from conviction, its soul from the mortal body, its brush from the passage of time, and its script was written with the Sword Intent of emotionlessness...’
’It was the Emotionless Dao, yet it was also a Dao of feeling.’
’As the saying goes, the Dao is emotionless, yet it possesses emotion. This sword held no personal feelings for others or for the self, but it possessed a great love for the world and for the Sword Dao!’
’A strike like this was just as Yun Liuguang had said: a gamble for rebirth from the jaws of death.’
’Yun Liuguang didn’t die!’
’Within that ultimate, razor-sharp Sword Intent, he had found... he’d found some kind of focal point...’
Song Ciwan slowly descended from the Void, extending her Spiritual Sense to carefully probe her surroundings as she walked toward the edge of the plaza.
Under the starry canopy, in the inky darkness, Du Xingheng was supported by the Daoist Soldier Song Feng. She was covered in grievous wounds and dripping with blood. A large hole had been torn through her Dantian, and the major acupoints throughout her body were affected. Like a punctured ball, her Qi Blood and Vitality were rapidly leaking away.
Du Xingheng’s body was clearly broken and weakened to its absolute limit.
Yet she stubbornly refused to collapse. Instead, her hand, like a dragon’s claw, gripped Song Feng’s arm tightly as she stared intently at Song Ciwan.
As Song Ciwan approached under the starlight, Du Xingheng said, "Fellow Daoist, my name is Du Xingheng. Might I ask for your name?"
Song Ciwan replied, "My name is Xing Lan."
Du Xingheng said, "Xing Lan, I’ve never heard that name on the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List. But you’re so young and have such a high Cultivation; you should definitely be on it. Is it that you only rose to prominence and made the list after I entered the Earth Palace, Daoist Xing Lan? Or is ’Xing Lan’ not your real name?"
She was remarkably perceptive; both of her guesses were correct!
The name Xing Lan had indeed appeared on the list after Du Xingheng had entered the Earth Palace.
After all, had Du Xingheng not entered the Earth Palace, Wu Yanjun and the others would not have escaped and returned to Demon Suppression City. Song Ciwan would not have treated their Alien Gu under the guise of the Medical Cultivator ’Xing Lan,’ nor would she have later provoked a battle with the Deceitful Book Worm Night Lamp. The name ’Xing Lan’ truly might not have made it onto the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List so quickly otherwise.
It was no surprise, then, that Du Xingheng had never heard the name before.
Song Ciwan smiled faintly. "It’s true I haven’t been on the list for long. I only made my appearance in the world recently."
With that one smile, some of the coldness and divinity surrounding her seemed to dissipate. The smile was like faint ripples spreading across a starlit lake, or like flowers slowly blossoming in the quiet night breeze.
Du Xingheng’s eyes shone, and she immediately smiled as well.
"Xing Lan, your name is Xing Lan, and my name is Xingheng. Daoist Xing Lan, you and I are linked by fate!"
Her face was pale and her voice was weak, yet her tone was high-spirited and powerful, filled with joy and bravado. "I, Du Xingheng, have always loved beauty in my life. Daoist Xing Lan, you are not only a beautiful person, but your Daoist Skills are even more beautiful—truly the bearing of a celestial being. To befriend a person like you before I die makes my life of open-handed and unrestrained conduct all worth it!"
With that, she let out a long laugh.
At that moment, her body finally reached its limit.
Amid her laughter, Du Xingheng’s breathing weakened drastically. She coughed faintly, still laughing, then her eyes closed and her body slumped backward—
Of course, she didn’t fall; the Daoist Soldier Song Feng caught her.
Song Ciwan took a step forward, her movements swift yet unhurried as she struck several of Du Xingheng’s major acupoints in succession.
First, she cast a Recovery Spell, mending the major wounds on the unconscious and dying Du Xingheng.
Of course, this only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.
Du Xingheng’s wounds were to her very foundation; a full recovery would not be so easy.
However, the Recovery Spell quickly stopped the bleeding and stabilized her near-death condition.
Song Ciwan then took out several Elixirs and pushed them into Du Xingheng’s mouth. Even in her near-death state, Du Xingheng instinctively swallowed them.
The Five-star Level Blood God Pills and Spirit Returning Pills could rapidly replenish a large amount of her Qi Blood and Vitality, providing the Energy for her subsequent recovery.
Immediately after, Song Ciwan performed the Fetal Breathing Saint Method. Just as flesh and blood began to regenerate on Du Xingheng’s wounds, Song Ciwan held her palm up like a blade, bringing it down in a swift chop.
SWISH! SWISH!
Two blasts of Qi Force shot through the air, instantly severing both of Du Xingheng’s arms!
The move was completely unexpected. The many beings watching from the darkness couldn’t help but shiver at the sight.
The Hooked Snake, transformed into a small black snake, pressed its body even lower to the ground. In the distance, a Corpse Demon, which had just begun to stir and "revive" from its corpse-like state, immediately and stealthily retracted the foot it had barely moved.
She once again became a senseless "corpse."
As for the giant, Uncle Dong, he had been lifting his head and propping himself up on his arms, intending to rise and befriend this Xing Lan Fairy.
But after that display, Uncle Dong’s arms suddenly felt weak.
He let out a silent "Oof," and his body sank back down.
Even Du Xingheng, who had been unconscious and near death, was affected. Song Ciwan had first cast the Recovery Spell and then fed her Elixirs, so she wasn’t truly dead. When Song Ciwan abruptly cut off her arms, the shock brought her back to her senses for a moment.
Du Xingheng’s eyes snapped open, and she stared at Song Ciwan in astonishment.
Song Ciwan showed not the slightest bit of shame for having chopped off someone’s arms. On the contrary, right in front of Du Xingheng, she stored the severed limbs directly into the Heaven and Earth Scale.
The next moment, Song Ciwan raised her hand and threw out a Four-star Level Fire Element Crystal Pearl.
The Fire Element Crystal Pearl circled the bloody stumps of Du Xingheng’s arms, and a shrill wail suddenly rang out.
SCREECH—!
It was the cry of an insect.
An Alien Gu with antennae on its head and a body covered in scales shot out from Du Xingheng’s severed arm, lunging at Song Ciwan’s face like a bolt of lightning.
An Attack of this level was far from weak; it was accompanied by swirling winds and the resonance of natural laws, comparable to a strike from an ordinary Refining Spirit expert.
But Song Ciwan had killed even a mutated member of the Ancient Divine Insect Race; to her, facing this Alien Gu’s assault was no different than being tickled by a child.
She casually raised her hand, flicked out a wisp of Finger Wind, and killed the Alien Gu.
[Death Qi. The death of a semi-mature Alien Gu contaminated with the Divine Power of the Ancient Divine Insect Race. Weight: one jin and two taels. Eligible for sale.]
Song Ciwan immediately stored the dead Alien Gu in the Heaven and Earth Scale.
She continued to perform the Fetal Breathing Saint Method, explaining, "Daoist Xingheng, you were infested by an Alien Gu. The creature was hiding in your major acupoints, causing your arms to mutate. The only way to save you was to sever them and let them regrow."
Du Xingheng’s eyes lit up. Her voice was weak, but her tone was filled with joy. "Daoist Xing Lan, did you just call me Daoist Xingheng?"
Song Ciwan smiled leisurely. "Weren’t you the one who said it? My name is Xing Lan, your name is Xingheng. Are we not linked by fate?"
Du Xingheng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.