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Chapter 50: Self-Destruction of the Hollow Body Following You
Faced with the Nine Swords fighting for their own interests, Lian Yun was somewhat taken aback. However, he took a deep breath, bowed deeply, and said solemnly, "Cloud has once held the belief that a sword need not be an external object. Yet upon seeing the video of Divine Sword Mountain provided by Feather Brother, I fell in love at first sight with Sword One. If I am to wield a sword, it must be this one!"
"Now that it is no longer here, I have no desire for a sword. I am deeply ashamed of your kindness!"
The battle of the Nine Swords came to an abrupt halt. Then, Eight Swords made a slicing motion toward Lian Yun from afar. No sword energy or even aura was felt, yet Lian Yun seemed to suffer eight heavy blows.
With a series of coughs, he spat out blood eight times, and his body nearly collapsed to the ground. However, the guilt in his eyes had lessened significantly.
Lin Nan hurriedly supported Lian Yun, feeling distressed as he shouted, "Brother!"
Lian Yun shook his head, struggling to rise again and bow once more.
This was because Eight Swords had flown away, leaving behind a pitch-black, blade-less Greatsword still hovering in front of Lian Yun.
"Cloud~~"
Knowing that Lian Yun had made up his mind and would find it hard to change it, Lin Feiyu couldn't help but shout at the resolute aura emanating from the Greatsword.
Yet Lian Yun remained unmoved.
This left the Lin Family's Six Sons feeling helpless and powerless.
It was a misunderstanding; if Lian Yun had known that the sword in his heart was already gone, he would not have come seeking a sword. If the Nine Swords had known that Lian Yun had already given his heart elsewhere, they would not have chosen to recognize him as their master.
However, swords are for gentlemen—upright and unyielding. And Lian Yun's refusal to abandon his steadfastness for the sake of a precious spirit sword was also a testament to his integrity.
Feeling that the person they chose did not betray them yet sensing they were deceived, Eight Swords struck at Lian Yun's spirit before abandoning him altogether.
If the Eight Swords did not recognize Lian Yun, they would likely fight to the death against him, refusing to relent until one of them lay lifeless.
However, there was still one sword that had not given up on its conviction, as if its master could only be Lian Yun.
Moreover, Wan Yi was in a state of agitation, emanating an uncomfortable aura. It was well known that spiritual swords were hard to come by, and Wan Yi was acutely aware of this as he sought a sword at Divine Sword Mountain.
Thus, Wan Yi understood that the scene of the Nine Swords contending for a single person was exceedingly rare. What was even more infuriating was that the person they were vying for simultaneously rejected all Nine Swords, yet despite this, one sword remained unwilling to give up.
This was beyond description; if one had to describe it, the only words that came to mind were perverse or insane.
Yet Wan Yi understood the fate of the Black Blade Without Edge all too well, which made him feel sorrowful.
Meanwhile, Lian Yun remained bent over, even as his body swayed precariously; he persisted. The Greatsword never left his side, and thus he dared not rise. As time passed, Lian Yun's posture grew lower and lower, almost as if he were about to bow down completely.
But the pitch-black Greatsword before him remained unmoved, quietly floating in front of Lian Yun.
Just as Lian Yun's head was about to dip below his legs, a streak of dark light suddenly flew in from afar and landed three steps in front of him.
The sudden movement caused Lian Yun to glance up involuntarily. He then sprang to his feet and took two steps forward to grasp the object before him, his gaze filled with deep emotion.
However, Wan Yi, the Lin Family's Six Sons, Mu Realm, and the Seven People all looked utterly bewildered. What had they just witnessed?
They saw Lian Yun holding a Long Spike that was thinner than a pinky finger and pockmarked all over, giving off an impression that it could shatter with just a light tap.
What was this? Was this a sword? This was the sword that Lian Yun had fallen in love with at first sight.
The Lin Family's Six Sons wore expressions of anguish as if feeling that Lian Yun was engaging in self-destruction!
Mu Realm looked awkward, sensing how uniquely peculiar Lian Yun's tastes were.
But Wan Yi was absolutely stunned.
"This object was originally a stone. According to the ancestor, it was something he obtained during his lifetime, and he spent over a decade trying to shape it. After the ancestor passed away, it was buried with him. In his next life as a spirit, he would often forge it whenever he had the chance over the past hundred years, but he could never turn it into a sword, only transforming it into its current form."
"Moreover, this form has remained unchanged for several decades. The ancestor once said that this might be its final state, and he felt deeply regretful that he could not forge it into a slender sword."
"The ancestor planned to travel the world in search of unique forging methods to create the heart of this object."
"Unable to become a sword?" Lian Yun asked, puzzled.
He bowed again before the dark, blade-less Greatsword ahead, then turned back, raising the sword in his hand. Looking at everyone, he asked, "The sword I hold, Blade, is almost identical to the Greatsword in front of us, except for the difference in the hilt! How can Wan Senior say it cannot become a sword?"
Everyone could see that the hilt of Lian Yun's Long Spike fit perfectly in his hand, while the hilt of the dark, blade-less Greatsword was over thirty centimeters long, requiring both hands to grip.
However, the Blade of Long Spike and Greatsword were nearly identical—this was perplexing.
Lin Nan immediately stepped forward and pressed his palm against Lian Yun's forehead. "Brother, are you out of your mind? This is clearly an uneven Long Spike! How can it resemble the spiritual sword ahead?"
Lin Feiyu and others nodded vigorously in agreement with Lin Nan's words.
Yet Lian Yun felt somewhat dazed. He knew Lin Feiyu and the others wouldn't deceive him, but why did he see a dark, blade-less Greatsword?
When Lin Feiyu showed him the video of Divine Sword Mountain, all the swords that formed the mountain were either horizontal or diagonal; only this dark, blade-less Greatsword stood upright.
In Lian Yun's eyes, it seemed as if this Greatsword was gazing up at the unparalleled divine sword at the peak of the mountain, embodying an ambition to compete with it.
At that moment, Lian Yun felt that even if it lacked spirit, he would use it for life. If not this sword, he would rather not wield any at all.
What he saw now was exactly as in the video; thus, without hesitation, he took it into his hands.
In that moment, Lian Yun felt a rare disregard for everything else. Regardless of whether it had once belonged to someone else or had been discarded by another person before suddenly appearing beside him—once it was in his possession, he would not give it up to anyone.
However, from Wan Yi's words, it seemed that the ancestor had taken it for forging. This thought eased Lian Yun's mind.
However, the words of Lin Feiyu and the others were completely different from what he had witnessed. With a feeling of confusion, Lian Yun placed his hand on the Greatsword.
Yet, as he pressed down, Lian Yun's eyes went wide with shock.
His hand seemed to 'pass through' the Greatsword's Blade, and then he felt something rough, thin, and uneven—a cylindrical object.
The sensation in his hand suggested that with just a slight twist, he could easily break the cylinder.
"Ding~~"
A crisp sound suddenly rang out, and yet Lian Yun, along with Lin Family's Six Sons and Mu Realm—eight big men in total—could not help but shed tears.
Lian Yun turned around and saw that the Greatsword's hilt had separated from the Blade. The Blade now had a hollow space, devoid of any Spiritual Energy. What was once a pitch-black Blade with a heavy hue had turned into an obscure shade of black.
"Self-destruction of the hollow body follows you?" Wan Yi sighed deeply, yet there was a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Pfft~~" Lian Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his entire chest. He felt weak and collapsed, supported by Lin Nan. His eyes were filled with sorrow, carrying a sense of despair.
(End of Chapter)
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