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Chapter 31: The Grudge Between the Hehuan Sect and the Qinglian Sword Sect (Page 1/2)

The cave abode was quite spacious, even thoughtfully carved with a stone bed.

Pei Yanqing sat on a flat stone by the cave entrance, lit a stick of sandalwood incense, and faced outwards.

"I need to meditate to recover my spiritual energy. I'll call you when it's time."

Yun Luo nodded slightly and walked towards the stone bed.

The stone was hard, and she couldn't sleep on it. She simply released ZhuaiZhuai from her spirit bracelet space and leaned against its soft belly to sleep.

ZhuaiZhuai hadn't been out for days and had wanted to run around and play, but Yun Luo had just fallen asleep.

It had no choice but to lie on its side, resting its large head on its two paws, its eyes filled with the disdain of a king, staring intently at Pei Yanqing at the cave entrance.

If this male dared to do anything improper to its master, it would bite him to death.

After staring for a long time, it only retracted its gaze when Yun Luo on its belly was breathing evenly.

This human male was quite considerate.

It yawned and also began to feel drowsy.

Pei Yanqing had already entered a state of cultivation.

The spiritual energy here was abundant, making it a good place for cultivation. It was perfect for recovering from his previous injuries.

As for Yun Luo, she had already affixed talismans to herself, allowing her to automatically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy into her body even while sleeping.

Meanwhile, outside the Gui Xu Secret Realm, chaos had already erupted.

The demon beast cockroaches weren't just plaguing Yun Luo and a few others.

They had already wreaked havoc on disciples from several sects before this, resulting in deaths and injuries.

There were also disciples who, like Yun Luo, had the misfortune of being driven into the forbidden zone, including some from the Upper Three Sects.

The cockroach beast tide had caught everyone by surprise. The only option now was to send in several elders to rescue them.

Elder Liao of the Heavenly Deduction Sect immediately assigned ten elders, with Qingheng among them.

"The priority is to rescue people. The rest of the elders will guard the secret realm entrance with me to prevent any evil cultivators from causing trouble."

Qingheng and the others immediately entered the secret realm. Flanking her were two male cultivators.

They were the same two who had fought over Qingheng earlier, as Yun Luo had seen.

One was Xuanxiao of the Heavenly Deduction Sect, and the other was Mo Yan of the Langya Wen Palace.

"Tch, what's a mere scholar doing here causing trouble?"

Xuanxiao mocked without any pretense.

Mo Yan was a Confucian cultivator, possessing the refined demeanor of a teacher, but his actions were decisive and swift.

He spun the ruler in his hand and swung it towards Xuanxiao's backside.

"I can write cultivation techniques with a brush and suppress malevolent spirits with a ruler. What use are you, an old fortune-teller?"

Xuanxiao's cultivation was not weaker than his. He dodged sideways, still retaliating.

"My Heavenly Deduction Sect excels at array formations and deductions. The forbidden zone is full of dangerous killing formations. What use do you think I am?"

As soon as they disagreed, the two began fighting again while flying.

Qingheng was filled with worry at this moment. Seeing this, she casually threw out a meteor hammer towards the two.

"If you delay the rescue, get out now."

Xuanxiao and Mo Yan immediately stopped fighting and flew to her sides, their expressions showing a hint of appeasement.

"It's been a while since we stretched our muscles. We were just warming up, so we wouldn't drag you down later," Mo Yan admitted fault first.

Xuanxiao, unwilling to be outdone, added, "Yes, we were just sparring. If we were really fighting, it would be a fight to the death by now."

Rescuing people was the priority. Qingheng flew towards the gray forbidden zone at full speed without even looking at the two.

At this time, the other disciples in the secret realm also heard about the beast tide.

The Heavenly Star Sect disciples had not encountered the beast tide and were currently discussing whether to leave the secret realm early.

Lin Ting was overjoyed upon learning from Duan Ya that Yun Luo had been forced into the forbidden zone.

"Heaven itself can't stand you... Hiss!"

He excitedly muttered to himself, but the excessive force caused a wound to reopen.

The wound split open, causing an itchy, numb, and stinging sensation. Lin Ting shuddered as if struck by lightning.

He remembered the humiliation of those two days.

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:

"You got off easy, not dying by my hand."

The other members of the Heavenly Star Sect also felt a sense of relief, with everyone gloating and saying Yun Luo deserved it.

Chapter 31: The Grudge Between the Hehuan Sect and the Qinglian Sword Sect (Page 2/2)

Except for Wang San.

He shivered in the corner, praying internally that Yun Luo wouldn't die.

He was still waiting for her antidote.

Inside the cave, three hours had passed.

Pei Yanqing's consumed spiritual energy had fully recovered, and his dantian was once again full.

He swept his spiritual sense behind him; the person on the stone bed was still asleep.

He looked at the sandalwood incense beside him. One stick could burn for twelve hours, and only a quarter had been consumed.

Even though only three hours had passed, he didn't wake Yun Luo. He took out his sword and meticulously wiped it.

After polishing the sword body until it gleamed, his slender fingers traced a nearly invisible nick on the blade.

Artifacts possessed world-shattering power, but even a small flaw could tarnish a perfect gem.

His purpose for entering this secret realm was to find one of the materials to repair it: Star Sand.

Now that he had gathered the repair materials, all that was left was the extremely yin water needed for tempering, the Nine Nether Cold Spring. Once he had that, he could completely restore the Chengying Sword.

However, he didn't even know where to begin searching for this extremely yin water.

As he pondered, Yun Luo slowly woke up.

There was no helping it; Zhuaizhai's belly was comfortable, but its snores were as loud as thunder.

"Master, you woke up so quickly?"

Zhuaizhai was awakened by her movements. It yawned, licked its paws, and asked.

Yun Luo gave it a look, expecting it to understand.

Zhuaizhai indicated it didn't understand and extended a paw:

"I'm hungry."

Yun Luo pinched its soft ear, took out a handful of pills, and gave it a basket of demon beast meat rich in spiritual energy.

Zhuaizhai was satisfied and contentedly lay on the stone bed, munching away.

Yun Luo walked to the cave entrance and found that Pei Yanqing had already changed out of his damaged clothes and even tied his hair up with a hairpin.

The sense of brokenness was gone, replaced by a cool, self-possessed, and abstinent aura.

It made her want to spar with him even more.

She walked over, leaned against the rock wall, and sat opposite him with her knees bent.

A sheer cliff lay to her side.

From this angle, a ray of sunlight fell upon her, casting a golden halo on her dark hair. Her fair skin was as lustrous and translucent as jade, making her appear gentle and vibrant.

When Pei Yanqing turned his head, he happened to see this scene.

His thick, long eyelashes fluttered slightly before he quickly and subtly averted his gaze.

Yun Luo hadn't noticed his abnormality. She just felt that the scene was perfect for a conversation.

"Pei Yanqing."

"Hm?" It was the first time she had called him by his name, and Pei Yanqing couldn't help but sit up straighter.

Yun Luo moved a little closer: "Does your Qinglian Sword Sect really have a sect rule forbidding contact with people from the Hehuan Sect?"

He froze for a moment, as if hesitating, before finally answering truthfully:

"There is no such sect rule. However, the elders have mentioned it verbally."

The reason was that the Hehuan Sect had once ruined several of Qinglian Sword Sect's prodigies with potential for ascension.

After damaging their Dao Hearts, they had discarded them like worn-out shoes.

As a result, several individuals' Dao Hearts were shattered, their cultivation levels plummeted, and they had no hope of further breakthroughs, eventually dying of old age.

In retaliation, someone from the Qinglian Sword Sect had committed the act of killing his wife to achieve enlightenment.

After that, there was endless mutual retaliation.

Yun Luo continued to press:

"Sword cultivators all despise us Hehuan Sect disciples. What about you?"

Pei Yanqing shook his head:

"The most important thing in cultivation is the Dao Heart. With a firm Dao Heart, one will naturally focus on the Dao. If it can be broken, it means the Dao Heart was unstable. The so-called act of killing one's wife for enlightenment is against heavenly principles and should not be done."

"Rather than saying the Hehuan Sect broke the sword cultivators' Dao, it's more accurate to say the sword cultivators lost to the Hehuan Sect in terms of Dao Heart. It's just that the victor is king and the loser is bandit; there's no room for dislike."

Yun Luo propped her chin on her hand. This was the first time she had heard such an explanation.

Not blaming heaven or others, but only oneself. It was so righteous it was almost perverse.

She just wondered if, should someone break his Dao Heart in the future, he could still repeat today's words with such conviction.