Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 564 - 59: I Am a Genuine Sword Immortal_2
Chapter 564 -59: I Am a Genuine Sword Immortal_2
Yan Yu fell silent for a moment, and Li Minghu had already guessed what he was worried about, saying,
“Let’s go in and take a look; we can’t just stay here and wait.”
“What about your health, can it hold up?” Yan Yu asked, “I’m afraid it’s full of dangers inside.”
“I’m fine.” Li Minghu covered her mouth, coughing a few times.
This was exactly what Yan Yu was most worried about. Other girls would cry out if they were not feeling well, but the Valkyrie wouldn’t—her endurance skill was too profound, so much so that even when she was nearly at the end of her strength in her previous life, she could still wield her sword and fight without showing any pain.
They definitely needed to enter the town to explore, but Yan Yu did not want Li Minghu to force herself to accompany him, as it might cause more problems.
“How about this.” Yan Yu came up with an idea, “I’ll carry you. No matter what happens, you don’t need to worry, just help with controlling the sword and attacking.”
This suggestion might seem a bit demeaning. If Lin Ning heard it, she would definitely start arguing in anger. However, Li Minghu was aware of her physical condition. Just the act of regulating her True Yuan to stabilize her body’s abnormalities required a lot of her energy and mental focus. This certainly wasn’t the best condition for fighting.
If they encountered a formidable enemy inside that required fighting and running, Yan Yu would definitely be distracted worrying about my condition all the time, wouldn’t it hold him back?
“Let’s go in and explore first.” She did not reject the proposal, just saying, “If something happens and I can’t hold up, then I’ll seek your help.”
“Would you really ask for my help?” Yan Yu asked.
“Of course.” Li Minghu smiled and said, “Yan Yu, you’re so powerful, there’s no need for me to act tough.”
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“So, you were acting tough before because the cultivators of the Qing’an Team were not up to par?” Yan Yu was somewhat amused.
“It’s because I always worry too much.” Li Minghu answered, “But I feel very safe with you, Yan Yu.”
Yan Yu couldn’t help but be moved. The Valkyrie’s words were far more powerful than her Flying Sword, subtly praising and complimenting me while not belittling her own team. That was skillful!
Since she insisted on walking by herself, Yan Yu said no more and together with Li Minghu, they entered the town.
After walking several dozen steps, the two sensed something odd:
The houses on both sides of the street had doors that were tall and wide but uniformly lacked windows.
Yan Yu’s Divine Sense continually swept around the vicinity but still did not detect anything unusual, only feeling the heaviness of the yin energy growing, making it uncomfortable.
Although Li Minghu was forcing herself despite her illness, the pain was unbearable, and she occasionally couldn’t help coughing a few times, the sound clearly audible nearby.
Suddenly, Yan Yu raised his hand, signaling her to stop.
Just then, a sedan chair appeared in front of the street, carried quietly toward them by several bearers.
Although Li Minghu was unwell, her eyes were sharp enough to see that the bearers were not living people, but papermen with rouge applied on their cheeks.
Her Divine Sense swept over them but couldn’t detect any problems, as if these papermen were merely unusual, animated cardboard.
Behind the sedan chair, countless paper horses and paper donkeys followed, carrying numerous boxes and bags.
Yan Yu pulled Li Minghu to the side of the street. Since this procession of paper people did not initiate an attack, he too did not want to strike without understanding the real situation of the opponents.
As the paper sedan passed by them, Li Minghu suddenly could not suppress a cough and covered her mouth as she gently let out a cough.
A pleasant female voice rang out:
“Stop.”
The sedan came to a halt in front of them, and someone from inside lifted the sedan curtain. It was a fair and charming woman, using a round fan to cover the lower half of her face, only revealing her fox-like slender eyes. She glanced at Yan Yu and then rested her gaze on Li Minghu’s face, chuckling as she said,
“Five Elements imbalance, pure yin cannot last. To have lived until now is rare indeed. If you die, how about coming to work as my maid?”
Li Minghu paused for a moment, realizing that the person was speaking to her, and then calmly rejected,
“Thank you for your esteem, my lady. My life is as insignificant as weeds and not worthy of your favor,” he replied.
“Ha-ha,” the woman laughed, her eyes swirling with a teasing glint. She suddenly turned to Yan Yu, “Are you his husband?”
“No,” Yan Yu responded.
“Seeing you carrying the Flying Sword, may I know from where you learned your skills? Kunlun or Emei?” the lady asked with a smile.
Yan Yu found himself somewhat at a loss for words and after a long pause finally said,
“Not from the Xuanmen Orthodoxy.”
“Your aura clearly indicates you’re a Sword Immortal, majestic in demeanor and certainly not from a sideline sect of the Demon Cult. If not from Kunlun or Emei, then from where?” the lady’s smile slowly faded and she abruptly commanded, “Ba Shan, go test his mettle.”
“Yes,” said the paperman following behind the sedan chair.
Though made of paper, the paperman was tall and strongly built, and immediately lunged towards Yan Yu with swinging arms.
“Stand back,” Yan Yu signaled Lin Minghu to move to a safe distance, activated his Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step with swift movements to dodge the incoming assault, pinched the sword technique with both hands, and launched the Huang Tingjian and Liang Yi swords, slashing towards the paper giant.
“Dual Sword Control Technique, you’re indeed using Emei’s methods!” the woman in the sedan sneered coldly, “But I see your swordsmanship is a mixed bag, quite clumsy, what exactly are you trying to perform? Ba Shan, draw your sword too, let him see how formidable it is!”
The paper giant responded, and a Flying Sword, also made of hard paper, shot out from behind him. It seemed powerless but moved with incredible speed, quickly circumventing the Huang Tingjian and fiercely attacking Yan Yu.
Yan Yu was also startled, for although the paperman’s Flying Sword wasn’t much aesthetically, the swordsmanship was indeed sharp and formidable, easily discerned by any expert.
The sword techniques in his hands shifted rapidly as he manipulated the Liang Yi sword to intercept it. Although the Flying Sword was made of hard paper, it possessed a hardness comparable to metal; the swords clashed mid-air in a blistering exchange, thundering like roaring thunder and sparking dense showers of sparks.
Lin Minghu’s expression darkened slightly, only to hear the lady in the sedan speaking to him:
“The swordsmanship your lover uses is Emei’s Dual Sword Control, but it seems quite rudimentary in swordplay, and even the details are disorganized. It seems his master did not guide him in person but merely imparted the mental methods and then left him on his own.”
“His talent in swordsmanship is not poor though. Without a master to resolve his doubts, he resorts to his own interpretations to compensate, which makes his swordplay a chaotic mix, wasting the advantages of the Dual Sword Control…”
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Yu suddenly changed his sword technique, wielded the Huang Tingjian to execute “Sky Light Piercing Clouds” with a speed far surpassing “White Rainbow Across the Sky”, charging forward at full speed. The paperman hurriedly defended, but his Flying Sword was tightly entangled by the Liang Yi sword, and in a blink, it was cleaved in two.
Lin Minghu remained silent, but the woman seemed as if she had been slapped in the face, both embarrassed and enraged, and immediately commanded:
“Useless trash! Hai Bo, Chuan Yun, you two go and defeat him!”
Two more papermen stepped out from the formation, both wielding swords to attack Yan Yu.
Lin Minghu observed calmly and quickly noticed something.
The swordsmanship of these papermen was indeed exquisite, but their combat experience was severely lacking. Yan Yu intentionally showed a flaw, and the opponents inevitably rushed in to attack, not considering the potential for a trap at all.
Fully anticipating their tactics, how could their superior swordsmanship withstand continuous falls into traps, falling into a disadvantageous position against Yan Yu?
Yan Yu multitasked, using Dual Sword Control against the two opposing papermen. The Liang Yi sword performed a feint, luring the opponent’s Flying Sword into a gap, then abruptly launched an attack in conjunction with the Huang Tingjian from both above and below, forcibly cleaving the unexpected Flying Sword. Then, repeating the same trick, he entangled the remaining Flying Sword with the Liang Yi sword, while the Huang Tingjian advanced to cut down the two papermen from behind.
“Trash! Trash!” the woman inside the sedan furiously shouted, “I taught you such fine swordsmanship!”
“Such criticism is unfounded,” Yan Yu calmly sheathed his swords, responded, “It’s not that they didn’t try their best. It’s that these papermen are merely vessels for lost spirits and wild ghosts; they didn’t know swordsmanship in life, and after death, they lost their intelligence, simply memorizing and rigidly stuck to what they were taught in swordsmanship. How could they possibly win against a genuine Sword Immortal like me?”
The woman in the sedan didn’t reply but merely continued to sneer.
“Elder,” Yan Yu said as he clasped his hands and spoke, “Since you recognize my Dual Sword Control technique, you must have been under Emei Sect in your previous life. May I ask for your name?”
The cold sneer on the woman’s face faded, replaced by a troubled look. After a long pause, she said:
“I… never mind, now that I’m dead, what need is there to ask for a name? Just consider me an abandoned disciple of the Emei Sword Sect of old.”
“May I ask, how is the Emei Sword Sect faring now?”
