Chapter 51: The Entire Scene in Shock!

The sect masters’ eyes widened, gasping in disbelief.

A monster whose stray dao charm required their combined effort to contain—
And even then, isolating it from the heavenly dao was harder—
Had just demonstrated its tenacity.

Any one of them, rushing in alone, even if they could kill it, would pay a steep price.

Yet Chu Sword Immortal felled it with one effortless sword strike?

Terrifying!

His heaven-severing sword art burned into their minds.
They calculated their odds of surviving that strike—near zero.

Its pure, supreme sword dao law was beyond their reach… even if they burned their cultivation bases.

Of course, there was an information gap.

Chu Huaizhou knew his boundless spiritual energy would vanish after five seconds, so he unleashed everything recklessly—
A suicidal tactic in normal cultivators’ eyes.

The righteous sect masters were stunned.
The five demonic sects’ hidden cultivators were worse.

Any plans of ambush or sabotaging Heavenly Origin Sword Sect evaporated after that strike.

Like rats in a gutter, they fled—terrified of being spotted by the world’s sword immortal—forgetting their vengeful schemes.

Back on the battlefield, all eyes stayed fixed on Chu Huaizhou.

He didn’t pause, raising Startling Swan Sword again.

“Silent Void Slash.”

Another horrifying sight unfolded.

Within the scripture barrier, countless thin, transparent sword marks—carved by sword intent itself—silently appeared!

The stubborn, mind-corroding bizarre dao charm was sliced apart, decomposing instantly—purified into pristine, flawless dao charm as if from the world’s dawn.

Pfft!

Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian shuddered, spitting out tainted blood laced with eerie black mist.

Their battered minds, tortured by chaotic knowledge, cleared as if washed by an icy spring.

Leng Qingqiu’s fire-ravaged arm unburned, flesh knitting whole beneath the strike’s purity.

Bai Li, cradling Chu Huaizhou, gaped—her small mouth open, nine tails and ears frozen stiff.

Was Human… always this strong?

Five seconds gone.

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

Only the purified dao charm flowed gently within the barrier, as if whispering the near-miraculous feat of those two strikes.

Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian, their minds now clear, remembered their master once mentioning that an eighth-grade pill could briefly restore his strength…

Chu Huaizhou turned to Bai Li.

“Bai Li, you okay? Help me up…”

Bai Li blinked.

“Meow? I’m fine! Human, you were so cool… huh, meow—?”

Before she could finish, Chu Huaizhou’s legs buckled and he collapsed.

Completely burned out.

Those two strikes had drained all his spiritual energy.

His frail state reverted—
Not to Golden Core, but to early Nascent Soul.

Not fainting outright was a miracle.

Thankfully, he’d warned Bai Li.
She instantly cast another illusion to make it seem he still stood proudly.

Leaping forward, she caught him mid-fall, cushioning the impact.

Several sect masters noticed the faint unnaturalness in the illusion’s change—
But none cared.

Those two strikes were simply too terrifying, showcasing sword arts he’d never revealed before.

Leng Qingqiu’s earlier claim held true—Chu Huaizhou had gained insights post-tribulation failure, advancing further!

Could he be bluffing?
Possible.

But none dared test him with a probing spell.

Nor did they dare approach the pristine dao charm filling the barrier.

It was pure heavenly treasure.

For non-dao-merged cultivators, even a breath could boost their progress.
For Great Vehicle cultivators, it deepened dao comprehension.

Normally, you’d have to slay rival Great Vehicle cultivators, then use secret arts to gather a trace.

Now, it filled the barrier freely—
Partly from Calamity Plague Emperor’s fall, but mostly from the bizarre entity he had summoned.

What kind of extraterrestrial demon yielded so much dao charm?
If it hadn’t been suppressed by the world’s heavenly dao, how strong would it have been?

Some sect masters regretted not helping earlier.
Too late now.
Too proud to try claiming a share.

The monk clasped his hands.

“Amitabha, I knew Chu Sword Immortal was fine. Congratulations on advancing!”

He waved, sending Buddhist light to heal Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian.

Xia Wujie thought, Clever monk, and added aloud:

“Rad— ahem, Chu Sword Immortal, a true hero! I’ll visit with spiritual beast treats soon.”

Lu Ming, swallowing his long-held resentment, bowed deeply.

“From our first meeting, I knew Chu Sword Immortal was no mortal.
Today confirms he’s a living immortal!”

Song Yiwan, half-covering her face with her sleeve, smiled warmly.

“Sect Master Chu, I recently gained an opportunity and refined a batch of living pills.
May I invite you to my sect later?”

Wanfa’s petite master said nothing—neither hostile nor flattering—
Quietly recalling three yellow talismans in her sleeve, lost in thought.

The battle had been brutal—yet rewarding.

Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian, both Great Vehicle, knew the rarity of dao charm.

Trapped within the barrier, it wouldn’t dissipate—absorbing it could heal their shaken dao foundations and even boost their cultivation.

Seeing their master was safe—if weakened—they sat cross-legged, accepting the Buddhist light’s healing while drawing the dao charm into themselves.

Bai Li didn’t rush to absorb it.
Her focus was on healing Chu Huaizhou, feeding him spells and pills until he recovered some strength.

Soon, he felt significantly better.

Through Bai Li’s amplified hearing, he caught snippets of the sect masters’ words.

Curious about Wanfa’s silent master, he turned for a proper look—

And nearly gasped.

No way… she looks just like my sister?!

This is now fully spaced, paced, and impact-heavy.