Chapter 70: A Dance of Blades

Chi Zhanyue had originally thought that Xiu Qingcheng was just a sword spirit with a bit of cultivation and extreme self-confidence. He thought he could shatter both her and her sword with just a few strikes.

But after a series of clashes, Chi Zhanyue found himself unconsciously suppressed by Xiu Qingcheng, unable to find even a single opportunity to counterattack.
Xiu Qingcheng’s sword was fast, accurate, and ruthless. The blade was sharp and hard, and even Chi Zhanyue’s self-proclaimed divine weapon, the Moon-Hunting Greatsword, had been chipped with fine nicks under her attacks.

As a prodigy of the younger generation of the Huang Cang Demon King race, Chi Zhanyue had just stepped into the ranks of the great demons. He was arrogant and eager for success. Clashing with Xiu Qingcheng and gaining no advantage, he couldn’t help but become a little impatient.
“Sword Spirit, you’re seeking your own death!”

As Chi Zhanyue’s voice fell, the rising flames formed by his demonic power began to swirl around him, eventually condensing into two massive demonic claws.
The claws were sharp and crimson, covered with lava-like patterns, and there was even a purple demonic eye in the palm of each claw that was constantly looking around.

Chi Zhanyue then slashed a flaming sword qi at Xiu Qingcheng. The two demonic claws, as if having a life of their own, chased after her from the front, back, left, and right.
Faced with attacks from three directions at once, Xiu Qingcheng remained calm. She swung the Ting Tian Sword horizontally, the sword shadows linking together like a full moon, and with just this one move, she broke through Chi

Zhanyue’s attack.

“There’s a second phase? Let me see what else you’ve got!”
Xiu Qingcheng spun in mid-air, her red robes dancing in a moving arc, and took the initiative to thrust her sword at Chi Zhanyue.

With just this one strike, she pierced through the two attacking demonic claws, stringing them together.

The woman was devastatingly beautiful, but her sword was ruthless.
In her hands, the sword technique was not a means of killing, but a breathtakingly beautiful and chilling dance.

Chi Zhanyue’s desperate struggle was just a small interlude in Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes. She only needed to slightly change her attack methods to bring him back into her own offensive rhythm.
Even after using his full strength, Chi Zhanyue was still no match for Xiu Qingcheng.

“This kind of power… is not something an ordinary sword spirit can achieve!”

At this moment, Chi Zhanyue’s eyes were wide with rage, as if he had realized something was wrong.
He used his sword to block the storm-like attacks of the devastatingly beautiful sword spirit in front of him, and for a moment, he didn’t know who was more like the demon race!

‘Of all the gods and buddhas in this world, what is the Dao that you cultivate! Sword Spirit!’
Chi Zhanyue roared, the flames around him burning, as if dyed with his anger, rising continuously, trying to drag Xiu Qingcheng into the vortex of eternal damnation.

‘What do I cultivate?’
Xiu Qingcheng’s gray eyes held a bottomless madness, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor in front of Meng Yingxing.

Just like the sword she was now wielding.
‘Of all the gods and buddhas in this world, the one I cultivate has always been myself!’

She was a sword, and also a soul imprisoned by the sword, that was all.
And a soul that had been imprisoned in loneliness for a thousand years, how could it be as lighthearted as Xiu

Qingcheng had always shown in front of Meng Yingxing?
That was a madness that should have been buried deep in her heart, a thousand-year-old question to a non-existent god!

Now that Chi Zhanyue had delivered himself to her door, this thousand years of loneliness had a place to be vented.
Now, Xiu Qingcheng swung her sword freely at Chi Zhanyue, like a newly uncaged bird, so unrestrained, so beautiful.

Meng Yingxing stared at Xiu Qingcheng, who was beating Chi Zhanyue like a wooden dummy, and was stunned for a moment.

The Ting Tian Sword in his master’s hands and in his own hands were two completely different existences.

That Ting Tian Sword was so powerful that it was enough to suffocate Meng Yingxing.

The light of the Ting Tian Sword was chilling, as if it wanted to bring a solemn end to both heaven and earth.

The Huang Cang Demon King, to whom ten thousand demons submitted, was so small and powerless in between.

Xiu Qingcheng’s body was surrounded by continuous flames, like water sleeves adorning her dancing robes.

Meng Yingxing saw Xiu Qingcheng raise her sword amidst the flames, beautiful to the extreme, like ten thousand ghosts and gods dancing.

He felt his heart beating uncontrollably.

The young girl dancing with the Demon King in the fire had become a breathtaking sight forever engraved in his heart.

Xiu Qingcheng raised her sword.

One of Chi Zhanyue’s arms flew off with the sound of the sword tearing through the air.
Chi Zhanyue’s face was ferocious. He was about to swing his sword with his other hand to shake off Xiu Qingcheng.

“I am…”

Xiu Qingcheng’s second strike.

The Demon King’s legs were cut off.

“Of the Demon King Huang Cang race…”
Xiu Qingcheng’s third strike.

The Demon King Huang Cang’s remaining hand was cut off, along with his huge blade, which was shattered into pieces.

“Chi Zhanyue!”

Chi Zhanyue roared, engraving the sword spirit’s face in his mind.
Xiu Qingcheng’s fourth strike.

The Ting Tian Sword cut through the bothersome demonic claws and plunged deep into the right side of Chi Zhanyue’s chest. Blood, redder than a human’s, overflowed from the blood groove of the Ting Tian Sword and scattered everywhere.

Like a red spider lily blooming in a single moment.

The red spider lily blooms, a sign of a commanded death, blooming until the end.

Xiu Qingcheng looked down at Chi Zhanyue, who was pinned to the ground by her sword. His eyes were wide open, his demonic power had dispersed, and it seemed he had died with his eyes open.

“It seems it wasn’t Meng Yingxing who was unlucky to run into you, but you who were unlucky to run into him.”
If it weren’t for Chi Zhanyue insisting on chasing Meng Yingxing to his death, Xiu Qingcheng wouldn’t have stepped in to teach him a ‘little’ lesson.

As Xiu Qingcheng spoke, she pulled the Ting Tian Sword out of Chi Zhanyue’s lifeless body.

The splattered blood fell on Xiu Qingcheng’s clothes and on her skin.

Looking at these blood flowers, Xiu Qingcheng felt a faint excitement in her heart.

As if something deep inside her had been vented.

“Mas… ter?”

Meng Yingxing’s voice came from behind Xiu Qingcheng.

Only then did she realize that her good disciple was still watching her.
Meng Yingxing’s voice was still a little hesitant, as if he were confirming whether the person holding the Ting Tian

Sword was really Xiu Qingcheng.
Xiu Qingcheng turned around and smiled at Meng Yingxing.

“What’s wrong, little disciple? Don’t you recognize your master?”

“Sigh, I think I was a little rough on that great demon just now. I’ve made a fool of myself in front of you.”

The voice coming from the person in front of him was indeed the familiar voice of Xiu Qingcheng.

It was not a voice coming from someone else’s body using someone else’s mouth, but the real voice of Xiu Qingcheng.

In other words, this beautiful black-haired young girl was Xiu Qingcheng’s human form.

His master could take human form.

“Master…”

Meng Yingxing repeatedly called out to Xiu Qingcheng, his eyes fixed on her.

“Master… how can you take human form?”

“Very good, that’s a good question. Xiu Qingcheng hopes Meng Yingxing won’t ask again next time.”

“Uh… well, I just… poof, and I could take human form?”

When Xiu Qingcheng talked about this, her eyes drifted elsewhere.
Meng Yingxing’s suspicious gaze clearly showed that he didn’t believe her excuse.

“Alright, actually, it’s because I saw you were in danger, which activated the bond between us, master and disciple, and that’s what allowed me to take human form!”

Xiu Qingcheng patted Meng Yingxing’s shoulder.
She felt it was very reasonable. That’s how it was written in the manga.

As long as you shouted something about bonds or friendship, you would gain powerful strength.
Xiu Qingcheng felt that this kind of setting was very suitable for this world full of spiritual energy.
Xiu Qingcheng was beating around the bush. Meng Yingxing decided not to press the issue for now and instead asked, “Master, are you injured?”

Xiu Qingcheng replied, and at that moment, a noisy sound came from the other end of the street where they were.

“Exterminate all demon races immediately! Not a single one can be left behind!”

“Hurry up, a moment’s delay will cause more people to suffer!”