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Chapter 49: The Nine Swords and Lian Yun
Although the explanation provided by Lian Yun was acceptable after understanding the whole situation, seeing Lian Yun's pale face still made Lin Feiyu and the others feel uneasy.
They wished they could bear this pain for Lian Yun.
However, Lian Yun merely smiled and shook his head, looking at Wan Yi and saying, "I wonder if you would allow me to experience the various Sword Intents within you?"
Wan Yi had already regained his composure. Although he appreciated Lian Yun's gesture, he remained silent for a while before nodding slightly. "Even if others offered me more Sword Intent, I would not allow them to touch it. However, since it is a request from the Cloud Emperor..."
"If it makes you uncomfortable, then it's fine! I am merely curious about what other Sword Intents truly embody!"
Wan Yi shook his head, rolling up the skin on his front as if presenting his abdomen to Lian Yun.
This situation was quite rare and rather peculiar. Even Lian Yun, who was the one seeking something, felt a bit awkward.
Yet, since his own Sword Intent was still in its infancy, he was indeed curious about the attributes of other Sword Intents. Thus, he couldn't help but reach out, penetrating Wan Yi's Ghost Body.
As Lian Yun's hand entered Wan Yi's Ghost Body, hundreds of light points within began to converge rapidly, each briefly touching Lian Yun's palm before retreating quickly.
This might have been Wan Yi's control—a form of defense.
However, his passion for collecting Sword Intents meant that outsiders were not allowed to see them. The fact that he permitted Lian Yun to experience them was actually a sign of trust. It should be noted that Lian Yun had already cultivated his own Sword Intent; if he had malicious intent, inserting his hand into Wan Yi's Ghost Body could give him the power to eliminate Wan Yi.
In this way, Wan Yi had entrusted his life into Lian Yun's hands. Even though he maintained some level of caution, neither Lian Yun nor Lin Feiyu could blame him for it.
In fact, Lian Yun also quickly withdrew his hand, indicating that he meant no harm. He then immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to feel the energy around him.
Truthfully, Lian Yun was immensely shocked. Before he could even sense any of the Sword Intent within the Ghost Body, he clearly realized that a significant portion of his Spiritual Energy had been absorbed by the Box inside him.
Inside the Box, Big Head and several other Ghost Slaves suddenly found themselves surrounded by an abundance of Spiritual Energy. This energy then split into hundreds of light points, each radiating an aura that filled them with dread.
Indeed, for some unknown reason, the Box transformed from Lian Yun's Yin-Yang Stage had managed to simulate all types of Sword Intent present within Wan Yi.
Lian Yun's mind was focused on confirming the safety of Big Head and the others. Although they were somewhat fearful, the hundreds of simulated Sword Intents remained still, which eased his worries a bit.
Afterward, Lian Yun sensed his own condition and discovered that his spiritual power had actually dropped to a lower level.
However, Lian Yun did not pay much attention to this. With the presence of Big Head and the other Ghost Slaves, it would not be difficult for him to recover his level.
Thus, Lian Yun opened his eyes and smiled genuinely, saying, "Senior Wan Yi, once I cultivate other Sword Intents in the future, I'll share some with you!"
Wan Yi's crimson eyes suddenly shone brightly with excitement as he exclaimed, "Great! That's wonderful!"
At that moment, Mu Realm, who had been silent all along, suddenly spat out blood.
He had already been shocked to learn that Lian Yun had cultivated Sword Intent, but deep down he thought he would eventually surpass him.
Now hearing that Lian Yun intended to cultivate multiple Sword Intents, he could no longer remain calm. The internal injuries he had been suppressing erupted all at once, causing him to spit blood.
"Hehe! Brother, feeling a bit overwhelmed? Let me tell you this: don't even think about comparing yourself to my brother. Competing with others can be quite disheartening! So I only admire my brother without comparing myself to him. What do you say? Shall we team up?"
"Do you want to join in? Worship Lian Yun together? You Big Head Ghost." Mu Realm was instantly thrown into chaos, filled with inner disdain, yet his gaze was one of contempt.
"The experiences of Yun are not something ordinary people can bear," Lin Feiyu suddenly said, his tone devoid of much emotion, as if merely stating a fact.
In response, Mu Realm nodded slightly; after all, the matter of the Cloud Emperor was well-known throughout the realm.
Perhaps there were countless individuals in the world whose experiences were more tragic than Lian Yun's. Orphans, for instance, or those who had lost their entire families. Yet no one had suffered the combined schemes of the Demon Clan, the alliance, and their own kin as he had.
Such a situation, akin to being rejected by the entire world, was truly unbearable for most people. Even a true Monarch might struggle to endure it, let alone Lian Yun, who was merely from the King's Realm and only thirteen years old at the time.
However, Lian Yun's plight did not end there. He possessed the Yin-Yang Stage talent, which meant he was born under immense expectations from the world, shouldering the heavy responsibility of strengthening the entire human race. Yet in the end, he faced betrayal from those who held high hopes for him.
It was a feeling of mystery that outsiders could hardly imagine, let alone endure.
To be honest, Mu Realm's heart was quite complex at that moment. He came from a poor background and harbored some eccentricities and resentment towards the wealthy. Although he felt that the Cloud Emperor was somewhat foolish, he also considered him to be the only one worthy of being born into a noble family and deserving of such fortune.
Yet now, he had never sensed that superior demeanor or air from the Lin Family's Six Sons. Though they had not exchanged many words, he could feel that they did not reject him; rather, it seemed they chose not to speak with him so that he could properly recover from his injuries.
This experience overturned his views on nobility and wealthy offspring. He had never liked noble children, but now he had to admit that the descendants of the Lin Family were indeed noble or at least qualified to be so.
Amidst Mu Realm's complex emotions, the group continued onward until they reached the foot of the true Divine Sword Mountain.
However, just as they arrived at the mountain's base, Lian Yun suddenly appeared distressed: "Pfft~~"
"Yun, Cloud Emperor, brother~~"
"What happened? Is your spirit too severely injured?" Mu Realm couldn't help but ask as Lian Yun suddenly spat out blood.
"It's gone!" Lian Yun's tone was filled with deep sorrow.
"Who is it? A sword? Brother, which sword have you taken a liking to?" Lin Nan asked fiercely, seemingly determined to retrieve whatever had taken Lian Yun's sword.
However, Lian Yun merely shook his head in silence.
At that moment, atop Divine Sword Mountain, a spiritual sword suddenly flew into motion, ten long swords soaring toward Lian Yun. Midway, they split into two groups—one heading straight for Mu Realm, while the other nine rushed forward eagerly.
This astonishing scene caused everyone to momentarily forget Lian Yun's distress and instead watch in amazement.
Mu Realm bowed to Sword One, and the sword flew into his hand automatically. He then gazed in shock at the fierce battle of the nine long swords ahead.
There were only two seekers of the sword: Mu Realm and Lian Yun. Now, with the sword in Mu Realm's hand coming straight toward him, it indicated that there was no need for a struggle. Clearly, the Nine Swords were fighting solely for Lian Yun.
This made Mu Realm unable to help but glance at the still sorrowful Lian Yun.
(End of Chapter)
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