The girl gazed at me in silence, her eyes devoid of the slightest emotion. She looked about sixteen or seventeen—the most perfect state in a woman's life, whether in age, appearance, physical constitution, or intellect.
I looked at the raised veins on my hand and slowly closed my eyes. After taking a deep breath, I opened them again. The bulging veins on my hand had vanished, as had the taut skin on my forehead and the burning sensation throughout my body. After all, I was in a meditative state. Even without using the Origin-Creation Method, it would not affect my performance now.
The sword in her hand was beautiful, jade-green and thin as a wing. The runes on its blade swayed gently with the flowing breeze, lending the sword an added air of mystery. Its name was remarkably fitting: Spring's Fury Speaks Not.
I raised the Heaven-Calamity Divine Sword. Its blade had recovered its slightly blackened transparency and radiated an intense sharpness. This sword had fought beside me for many years, bathed in the blood of countless immortals. It could be called a sword of certain death. The blade bore no inscription; its proper name was Heaven-Calamity, and its alias was Monkey.
"Spring's Fury Speaks Not! Azure Edge Divine Path! No End Before the Sword!" The girl began chanting the sword verse in a low voice. She stepped through the air as though walking on solid ground. Fallen leaves began to swirl, and the surrounding sword domain formed a late-autumn sky. Her Spring's Fury Speaks Not continued to move like a flying dragon, drawing out one sword domain after another, swift as scattered blossoms and dazzling to the eye!
I tried to adjust my breathing, already understanding her intent. She wanted to duel through sword verses—to determine victory and defeat