CH 86.3

Su Tingyun doesn’t feel much pain because her feet are already numb.

She takes a step back and looks down, and sees that what pierced the bottom of her foot is a sword tip!

No, looking closely, Su Tingyun discovers that it should be a sword hilt, but the top of the hilt is sharp. It looks like a sword tip at first glance.

The hilt is covered with rust and looks like a copper sword. Seeing the hilt, Su Tingyun feels a little pain in her foot. She uses her spiritual energy to stop the bleeding. If this is her previous world, she says in her mind, she’s definitely getting a tetanus shot.

But the hilt can pierce through her spiritual energy barrier, so it should be a good sword.

Su Tingyun bends down to draw this sword, only to feel that the sword is lodged in there so deeply that she can’t pull it out even after using a lot of strength. It should be known, she has always been very strong, and she feels that it’s quite unbelievable to encounter this kind of problem now.

Su Tingyun stands with her feet apart and bends her knees. First, she wraps the sharp and pointy hilt with Big Bai’s black skin to protect her hands from injury, then she grips the hilt with both hands and pulls it out forcefully. When her strength is not enough, she leans back. With the help of her body’s weight, she uses everything she has to draw the sword out, almost crushing her own teeth.

The flying sword loosens a bit. Su Tingyun holds her breath, directs spiritual energy into her hand, and finally pulls out the sword. As a result, she falls backwards due to sudden loss of resistance, and in the process knocks down a large number of flying swords at the bottom of the lake. Although most of them don’t pierce her barrier, a few flying swords graze her skin, leaving her with more sword wounds.

Her impact is like that of a domino tile, setting the swords at the bottom of the lake to topple over and shake one by one, until finally, the flying swords there are humming together. Those sounds, it’s like a great number of swords clanging, containing so much noise, like spoken words and the sound of flying swords colliding in battles. Her primordial spirit wouldn’t lose to someone at the Golden Core stage, but at this moment, she is shaken down to her sea of consciousness, her entire being feels so unsteady, she’s seeing stars.

Before she could take a look at the sword in her hand, Su Tingyun feels like she couldn’t hold on any longer, and falls to the bottom of the Cleansing Sword Lake.

But just then, a hand shoots down to pull her hair up, grabs her shoulders, lifts her out of the water, then throws her directly to the green bamboo forest next to the lake.

A long sword presses against her shoulder, and then the sword turns. The blade lets out a soft hum of pleasure, and those loud sounds immediately disappear. Su Tingyun sluggishly comes to her senses, and sees Little Uncle standing with a sword in front of her.

His expression is grave, and his voice is incredibly cold.

“Most of the swords at the bottom of the Cleansing Sword Lake were used by the ancestors in the sect. Many of the flying swords have a spirit. Once they resonate, they will project the people and things that the swords cared about before they cultivated themselves.”

“You are not a disciple of the killing faction, you must not stay at the bottom of the pool.” Yan Yuqing turns his wrist, sword light shining. Then he cuts a deep mark on the ground, “If there is a next time…”

He stops after saying this, glares at Su Tingyun coldly, then purses his lips slightly. There’s a weight in his gaze, a look that says she better behave herself and do as she’s told.

Without saying more, he shifts his toes, then he soars in the air, and goes straight back to the second floor of his residence. He gets in through the window.

TT…

What will happen “if there’s a next time”? For a while there, Little Uncle couldn’t remember how to actually deal with that, so he could only speak half the spiel…

However, the unfinished statement can make people overthink. Su Tingyun only got the impression that he was exceptionally frosty when he left. She looks at the sword mark on the ground and touches her neck subconsciously. If there is a next time, would the sword be on her neck?

The rules of the Killing Faction are very strict…