At those words, Zhao Linglong asked anxiously:
"Then, Fairy, do you know what consequences he'll face once he stops relying solely on his Qi and Blood Power to withstand that Sword Qi?"
Fairy Lingyue answered very calmly:
"He will face a joint sword strike from the masters of the myriad evil Sword Intents within the mountain."
Zhao Linglong spoke with a trace of anger:
"If you knew, why did you let him choose to reach the summit of Ten Thousand Evils Peak this way?"
Seeing Zhao Linglong's anxiety, Fairy Lingyue, who had not intended to explain further, suddenly turned to her with a gentle smile and said:
"Miss Linglong, I did try to persuade him to use another method, but he refused."
Under Zhao Linglong's puzzled gaze, Fairy Lingyue continued:
"Taiping's exact words were these."
"With this hot blood coursing through me and this breath within my chest, I will never willingly lose to anyone."
"If I lose even those, how can I speak of ascending to the heavens?"
Hearing this, Zhao Linglong immediately understood why Fairy Lingyue had been unable to persuade Xu Taiping.
Then a helpless look crossed her face as she said:
"That damned brat, why did he have to stake even his Dao heart on climbing Ten Thousand Evils Peak!"
Indeed, with that seemingly casual remark, Xu Taiping had actually staked his Dao heart.
If he fell beneath Ten Thousand Evils Peak this time, every inch of his future cultivation would be a struggle.
Fairy Lingyue smiled, then asked in return:
"Miss Linglong, hasn't your little brother Xu Taiping walked this very way all along?"
Zhao Linglong's heart trembled at her words.
Suddenly, the blood-drenched figure climbing upward step by step in the Spirit Mirror projection before her overlapped, in her mind, with that small figure