When she saw Han Yuyao give the immortal sword intent to Luo Qianqian, Nangong Xue's eyes went red with jealousy.
They were both followers of prodigies, so why was the gap between them so vast?
The Ice Sword Divine Son she followed had exhausted every means yet failed to obtain even a single strand of immortal sword intent, while this Fairy Yu whom Luo Qianqian followed had casually given one to her follower.
She could not help wondering whether the Ice Sword Divine Son was worth following at all.
"Make your move!"
Luo Qianqian's voice was cool as mist, carrying icy killing intent.
Nangong Xue snapped back to her senses and forcibly steadied her mind. Her entire body transformed into an ice-blue river of swords formed from shattered ice crystals, charging toward Xue Qianqian like an ice dragon awakening.
"Someone like you deserves immortal sword intent? Hand it over!" A sharp cry rang out from afar within the ice-blue sword river.
Watching Nangong Xue approach, Luo Qianqian's gaze was clear and utterly unclouded. A faint, immortal and imperishable presence spread from deep within her brow.
At that moment, Han Yuyao's explanations as she unraveled the various sword intent creations suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Many transformations of the sword Dao that she had never understood before now fell into place.
Every sword intent contained in the shattered-ice sword river Nangong Xue had become appeared clearly within her mind: shattering sword intent, ice crystal sword intent, extreme cold sword intent, and more. She saw through and comprehended the many transformations of each one.
The shattered-ice sword river Nangong Xue had become was constructed from dozens of sword intents. Aside from its few core sword intents, the others were mere shells. It appeared powerful, but was actually riddled with openings!
Clang, clang, clang...
As sword cries rang out one after another, dozens of flaming waves lit up in the void and plunged into the many crucial junctions of the shattered-ice sword river.
Rumble!
The ice crystal sword river let out a series of muffled booms and collapsed on the spot.
Nangong Xue's figure reappeared in the void, her gaze filled with terror as she looked at Luo Qianqian.
Before she could react further, her entire body disintegrated inch by inch, vanishing from the Sword Ruins of Creation.
"What? Nangong Xue actually lost? And so utterly?"
"That was probably all thanks to the immortal sword intent! Otherwise, with Luo Qianqian's sword intent at the eighth level of the Mortal Realm, instantly defeating Nangong Xue at the peak of the ninth level would have been almost impossible!"
"Nangong Xue was forcibly knocked out of the Sword Ruins of Creation. Her soul probably suffered serious damage. She brought it all upon herself!"
"To obtain immortal sword intent, the Ice Sword Divine Son specifically sent his own follower to probe Fairy Yu, yet Fairy Yu casually gave immortal sword intent to her own follower. Her breadth of mind and vision surpass his by who knows how many times!"
"Only a sword Dao prodigy like her is worth following!"
"Luo Qianqian really has flown onto a branch and become a phoenix. How enviable!"
The many sword cultivators who witnessed the battle were all struck with admiration.
Luo Qianqian drifted down beside Han Yuyao and bowed respectfully. "Sister Yu, I fulfilled your command! Please take back this strand of immortal sword intent!"
Han Yuyao waved a hand and said indifferently, "I already said it was yours. How could I take it back?"
"Besides, immortal sword intent is everywhere in the Sword Ruins of Creation. If I truly need it, I can take some whenever I please!"
"Why should I care about this one strand of immortal sword intent?"
Was this the confidence of a prodigy for the ages?
Luo Qianqian froze briefly, then said solemnly, "Then I won't stand on ceremony! Sister Yu, whatever you command from now on, I will not shrink back even if it means dying ten thousand deaths!"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a black-robed youth came riding a sword through the void.
Holding a teardrop-shaped jade pendant in both hands, the black-robed youth bowed to Han Yuyao from afar. "Chen Feiyang of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect spoke maliciously against Fairy Yu seven days ago. I have come expressly to apologize!"
Seeing this, Luo Qianqian hurriedly transmitted her voice to Han Yuyao. "Sister Yu, he's the fellow from the Azure Cloud Sword Sect who spoke disrespectfully. What he's holding should be that magical treasure that can constantly temper the soul."
Han Yuyao immediately understood. Looking at Chen Feiyang with clear eyes, she said calmly, "You were offering a well-intentioned warning at the time. There is no need to apologize."
"How magnanimous, Fairy! I am willing to follow Fairy Yu, to serve at your beck and call and carry out your every command!"
Chen Feiyang immediately seized the opening to climb higher.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In those few moments, at least several dozen figures came rushing over.
While they were still in midair, a jumble of voices carried over from afar.
"Fairy Yu, do you still need followers? I'm well informed. If you allow me to follow you, I can become your eyes and ears and gather any information for you!"
"I am willing to offer a thousand-year ice soul, asking only to become Fairy Yu's follower!"
"Fairy Yu, I have no treasures worthy of offering, but I have a burning heart! As long as you allow me to follow you, I am willing to brave boiling water and raging fire for you!"
Listening to the chaotic clamor around her, Han Yuyao gently raised a hand and pressed it downward. Silence immediately fell over heaven and earth.
"Comprehending the sword is a lonely and tedious process."
"Only by enduring solitude and resisting temptation can one achieve anything in the sword Dao."
"I will not be taking any more followers for the foreseeable future. Please leave!"
Han Yuyao issued her dismissal to the gathered sword cultivators.
Chen Feiyang's expression turned bitter. He cupped his hands but said nothing more.
He had spoken disrespectfully to Fairy Yu back then. Her refusal to hold it against him was already an immense kindness.
To dream of becoming Fairy Yu's follower truly was a fool's fantasy!
The other sword cultivators could not hide their disappointment. Having seen Han Yuyao bestow immortal sword intent upon her follower with their own eyes, who would not be envious?
"Why can Luo Qianqian become your follower, but we can't? In what way are we inferior to her?" a handsome youth with sword-like brows and starry eyes shouted, his face full of defiance.
Hearing the handsome youth's shouts, quite a few sword cultivators' eyes lit up, and they chimed in one after another.
"Exactly! Since you accepted Luo Qianqian, Fairy, why can't you accept us too?"
"We came with sincerity. Aren't you chilling everyone's hearts by treating us like this, Fairy?"
More and more sword cultivators joined in, vaguely gathering into an invisible tide of pressure bearing down on Han Yuyao.
Without a single wasted word, Han Yuyao flicked her finger. Several sword shadows shot through the air and instantly plunged into the brows of those shouting.
At once, those sword cultivators froze into blocks of ice, then shattered with a crash.
"Who else has objections?"
Han Yuyao's indifferent voice rang out beside every sword cultivator.
The many sword cultivators instinctively drew away from Han Yuyao. Only then did they abruptly wake up to the fact that she was a prodigy for the ages who could unravel the Void Sword River, absolutely not someone they could manipulate as they pleased!
For a time, no one dared utter another disrespectful word!