Chapter 22: Sister, How About We Switch To Body Cultivation?
Before long, the body, like a torn cloth, dissipated. Gray mist surged, converging strand by strand, reforming Zhang Yunlu's figure.
【Enemy: Qi Training Ninth Level Sword Cultivator, Flowing Cloud Swordplay perfected】
【Killing the enemy ends this trial】
Familiar golden text, and a Medicinal Pill.
Zhang Yunlu grabbed the Medicinal Pill and threw it into her mouth, closing her eyes to regulate her breathing. Several minutes later, her depleted spiritual energy was full again, and the total amount increased slightly.
And the Sword Cultivator phantom just watched quietly. When Zhang Yunlu stood up with her sword, his slightly weakened spiritual energy also returned to Peak, and became a bit stronger.
"You goddamn thing!"
This was a boss that would get stronger simultaneously and wouldn't suffer any status loss.
After cursing, she charged forward.
However, the result wasn't much better. After only a few exchanges, her heart was pierced by a sword light again, and then her head was severed with a single sword strike.
The next time, after resisting a few more moves, she was cut in half by the Sword Cultivator phantom. But Zhang Yunlu, dragging her severed body, managed to slash the Sword Cultivator phantom's right hand.
The third time, Zhang Yunlu chose to fight defensively, but she couldn't even last two sword strikes before the Sword Cultivator phantom pierced her throat with a single sword.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth times, three times in a row, her performance was even worse than the beginning, and she didn't even last a minute.
The seventh time, Zhang Yunlu gave up fighting defensively and chose to engage in a frontal battle with the Sword Cultivator phantom, continuously improving her sword moves during the fight. This time also didn't exceed a minute, but she managed to injure the Sword Cultivator phantom again.
In the subsequent attempts, her sword moves became more and more skilled. Besides the inherent agility and elegance of Flowing Cloud Swordplay, they gained a bit more fearlessness. The time they fought increased, and the Sword Cultivator phantom's injuries became heavier.
The fifteenth time, Zhang Yunlu's left hand was severed, there was a large hole through her abdomen, and a constantly bleeding wound on her neck.
But the Sword Cultivator phantom wasn't much better off. His sword-holding right wrist was cut off, so he switched to holding the sword with his left hand. His chest and abdomen seemed to be cut open, with strands of gray mist escaping.
"Hoo... Hoo~"
Zhang Yunlu was breathing heavily, her vision going black in waves. This was a sign of excessive bleeding; she couldn't hold on much longer...
It's just a trial, why make it so realistic!
Across from her, the Sword Cultivator phantom had managed to stand up, propping himself up.
Damn it!
He's really a goddamn monster!
She liked reading and wanted to become the type of Sword Cultivator from "Ancient Cultivation Secret History" who wore flowing white robes and could take someone's head from a thousand miles away with a flick of a finger.
Now she was here, holding a sword, fighting a monster that didn't feel pain, and hadn't even broken down after dying over a hundred times.
"I even goddamn admire myself!"
Squeezing out the last bit of strength in her body, she propped herself up with her sword and forced herself to stand.
Clang!
Zhang Yunlu dropped her longsword. The longsword was too heavy; she couldn't lift it now.
She drew the short sword from her waist. Only after dying once at the beginning did she realize she had this thing too.
Without any warning, the two almost simultaneously charged towards each other!
The Sword Cultivator phantom's sword tip pointed directly at Zhang Yunlu's throat. Longsword against short sword, she would definitely be pierced first. Avoiding it preemptively was the best option, however...
A fierce look flashed in Zhang Yunlu's eyes. She didn't dodge or evade, and the longsword pierced through Zhang Yunlu's throat without suspense, coming out from the side of her neck.
However, she didn't stop, using the last shred of spiritual energy to protect her life force.
Thud!
The short sword in her hand plunged into the Sword Cultivator phantom's blurry facial features, likely around the eyes, and she twisted it forcefully!
【Enemy Killed: Qi Training Ninth Level Sword Cultivator, Flowing Cloud Swordplay perfected】
【Time taken: Seven minutes and twenty-five seconds】
【This trial has ended】
Golden text appeared, but Zhang Yunlu didn't pay attention. Instead, she looked at the dissipating Sword Cultivator phantom and laughed.
...
"Not bad. In desperate situations, she can be ruthless and bet everything, trading injuries to force the enemy to death."
Inside the villa, a scene was projected in mid-air.
Xu Xing praised her, while Zhang Xiu's eye twitched involuntarily upon seeing that scene.
That person with a severed arm, a sword hanging from her neck, and laughing even though she was about to run out of breath... is that my sister?!
"After experiencing one hundred and two deaths, she finally killed a Qi Refining Ninth Layer Sword Cultivator who had perfected his sword technique, through frontal combat."
One hundred and two deaths?
Zhang Xiu looked at the figure falling in the scene, his heart deeply conflicted.
He felt pain for his sister, but also understood that this was not harmful to his sister.
"Senior..."
"You also have a Heavenly Dao Foundation, you should understand the pain and danger of the process of gathering sun essence, condensing moon essence, and refining starlight."
"..."
How could he not know? The pain of that process was no less than being cut into a thousand pieces.
"However, looking at her current state, that difficult hurdle might not be hard for her."
The image of Zhang Yunlu half-dead yet still smiling appeared in Zhang Xiu's mind again. This image overlapped with the usual Zhang Yunlu who sat in the sunlight reading books.
This kind of ruthless person, is she really the quiet Xiao Lu who likes to read?
...
The Zhang family siblings' residence.
In the bedroom, a calming incense had burned down by half. Zhang Yunlu's eyes were tightly closed, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.
But the next instant, the curling smoke was suddenly blown away, and a surging aura of spiritual energy blew the curtains.
Her tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and she sat up abruptly, her eyes filled with vigilance.
Everything familiar yet strange entered her sight. The endless warm current also reminded her that she had returned to reality.
No, if that was just an illusion, what was going on with her spiritual energy?
After a long silence, she got out of bed, opened the door, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and poured herself a glass of juice.
Feeling the cool, sweet juice, she had the sensation of finally being alive again.
Holding the juice, she slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The evening breeze was gentle, carrying a hint of coolness. In the distance were bright lights, vehicles coming and going, and streaks of light occasionally flashing across the sky.
A scene of prosperity. The cruelty of life-and-death struggle was completely out of place with everything before her eyes.
She stood by the window for a long time. Not until she finished the remaining half glass of juice did she suddenly smile.
Even the owner of the noodle shop downstairs is at Foundation Establishment Peak. I'm far from his match. What am I being melancholic about here?
Putting down the glass, she prepared to go back to her bedroom to continue sleeping, but she stopped after only a few steps.
She felt like something was missing...
She looked around, and after scanning the area, her gaze finally settled on the longsword leaning against the wall.
This is it!
She stepped forward and grabbed the scabbard. The moment her right hand gripped the sword hilt, her heart became incredibly peaceful.
"Sigh~"
My current state is probably a bit off, isn't it?
Swish!
The longsword was drawn from its sheath. The sword body reflected her eyes, and the blade gleamed coldly. But this was just a mortal sword; otherwise, she wouldn't have left it leaning against the wall.
Just then, there was a rustling sound from outside the door.
Hmm?!
The door quickly opened. Zhang Yunlu, seeing who it was, finally relaxed her guard and showed a brilliant smile.
"Brother, you're back."
But Zhang Xiu at the doorway felt a bit creeped out looking at her smile, especially seeing her still holding a sword in her hand.
Sister, how about we don't be a Sword Cultivator anymore, and switch to Body Cultivation!
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