349: Chapter 80 Taoist Pure Reputation 349: Chapter 80 Taoist Pure Reputation In the midst of the windswept sands, silence reigned.
The Taoist disciples stared blankly at the silver, flying swords suspended all over the sky and the wide black robe billowing and rolling backward in the wind.
Although no count was heard,
yet in everyone’s heart, they were silently counting to ten.
Ten breaths are long, enough to determine a person’s life or death.
Yet ten breaths are also short, passing in an instant with the roar of the windswept sands—
Ao Ying sat atop a flying sword, resting her chin in her hand, waiting for Xie Xuanyi to descend with his sword and kill.
Even though she didn’t interact much with the Taoist Sect,
from the reactions of these young Taoists, it seemed they wouldn’t be able to make the right choice within the time span of ten breaths.
In truth, Ao Ying could see that among these Taoists, several wore hesitant expressions, ready to obediently remove their magic treasures and inner armors.
However, owing to vanity, or perhaps disbelief that Xie Xuanyi would truly dare to make a move against the Taoist Sect, they just stood there motionless, seemingly indifferent.
Such fools, do they truly believe that the flying swords won’t descend?
Just when Ao Ying was about to calmly watch the drama unfold,
“Spare their lives under the sword!”
a clear and bright voice rang out from afar!
Along with an urgent sword sound, a figure clad in white with a veiled hat barely landed amidst the windswept sands, arms wide open, blocking in front of everyone.
The newcomer was none other than Shang Yi from the Yuqing Pavilion.
After entrusting her junior sister to the Martial Sect, she headed to Great Moon City alone, searching for traces of the disciples from Tai Shang House.
After all, she had known Fang Hang for many years…
This Taoist disciple from Tai Shang House died in the Snow Mountains.
No matter what,
she owed her sect an explanation; at the very least, she should bring back the Tai Shang House’s people to the Taoist Sect.
Xie Xuanyi watched expressionlessly as the fairy from Yuqing Pavilion blocked before the disciples, thinking that phrases like “spare their lives under the sword” were actually meaningless.
How could a person who truly harbored killing intent be stopped by a mere flippant word?
It was the last of ten breaths.
Shang Yi, timing her arrival, reached the end of the windswept sands.
And it was at this very breath that Xie Xuanyi, without a shred of mercy, flicked his sleeves.
Countless flying swords plummeted downwards, falling toward the direction where the Tai Shang House disciples stood.
Boom boom boom!
Numerous flying swords crashed down, stirring up a sword Qi tornado amidst the sands!
Everyone looked up, faces pale, witnessing the overwhelming and tide-like Sword Intent surging down.
Shang Yi’s brows shone brightly.
The fairy from the Yuqing Pavilion, lifting her arms, alone blocked in front of everyone, as countless Sword Qi whistled forth from her sleeves, rising from the ground, forming a semi-circular barrier.
These white Sword Qi were as solid as rainbows, extremely sturdy, clashing fiercely against Xie Xuanyi’s Sword Intent imbued with the “Rule of Destruction.” Although it was shattered in an instant, the Sword Intent was endless and full of life force…
In the continuous breaking and pressing waves, the white Sword Rainbow incredibly withstood the bombardment of the Rule of Destruction!
This clash of Sword Qi lasted a long time, shattering the yellow sands.
Eventually.
Xie Xuanyi brushed his sleeves, retracting the Sword Qi.
His expression was cold as he looked at the distant figure of Shang Yi, whose face was pale and clothing tattered.
Shang Yi had paid a great price to intercept that strike.
She had used a secret treasure, “Zhao Rong,” bestowed by her master.
This small silver mirror shone brightly, which several years ago, Xie Xuanyi had encountered during a fight with Qingzhai’s Shu Ning.
This treasure could accumulate Sword Intent…
Today’s successors surpassed their predecessors, and Shang Yi had established a more solid foundation in her cultivation than her master.
The Sword Intent stored within the small mirror was almost twice that of Shu Ning in those years.
Regrettably, she faced Xie Xuanyi, who was “reincarnated for cultivation.”
Now, the Sword Intent accumulated within the mirror had been completely drained.
Apart from that,
the “reserves” within Shang Yi’s Sword Qi Cave Heaven had also been worn away by Xie Xuanyi’s Sword Qi…
And that was still because Xie Xuanyi had “shown mercy.”
His reason for sparing them, of course, was not out of kindness.
Xie Xuanyi had yet to ascend to the rank of Yin God, always controlling the degree of advancement of the “Rule of Destruction.”
Repeated clashes of vast Sword Qi were extremely taxing on the Divine Soul.
If he continued the bombardment, the Rule of Destruction might elevate on its own.
“Miss Shang, truly a merciful heart,”
Xie Xuanyi said with his hands behind his back, calming the tumult within his Heart Lake, speaking softly, “Is this risking yourself to save others?”
“Master Xie…
there must be some misunderstanding in this matter,”
gasped Shang Yi, her hand pressed to her chest.
She had been searching for someone, manipulating talismans with secret techniques from the Taoist Sect, trying to sense any disturbances in the vicinity of the Great Yue Kingdom.
During the earlier conversation,
she had overheard bits and pieces from afar and had hurriedly rushed here to save these innocent disciples.
Shang Yi knew of Xie Zhen’s formidable cultivation, but she had not expected that in just a dozen breaths, a mere bout of flying swords could have swept the Sword Qi clean from the “Zhao Rong” sword mirror.
“Misunderstanding?”
Xie Xuanyi raised an eyebrow.
At this moment, Yu Wenzhong also stepped forward, bowed with hands clasped, and said softly, “Master Xie, the Taoist Sect is strict and upright, how could it harbor a ‘demon’?
Miss Shang had good intentions…
If there really were ‘demons’ hiding among us, there would be no need for you to act; Miss Shang and I would certainly cut down the wickedness!”
“Indeed,”
Shang Yi hurriedly added, “I, Shang Yi, swear by the reputation of Yuqing Pavilion that there are no traitors among these Taoist disciples.”
“…Miss Shang, do you know who I am looking for?
The clear reputation of the Taoist Sect may not be worth much, but shouldn’t it be used like this?”
Xie Xuanyi scoffed lightly, looking at Shang Yi indifferently.
“This…”
Shang Yi’s expression stalled slightly, unsure of how to respond.
She obviously caught the sarcasm in Xie Zhen’s words, yet that very sentence left her with no retort.
Indeed.
She didn’t even know who the “demon” in Xie Xuanyi’s words was.
The reason she made that bold declaration and pledged her reputation was simply because she wanted to save those stranded disciples, not wanting Xie Zhen to strike with his sword and create bitterness between him and the Taoist Sect.