Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 865 - 75: Get in Line [Vote for Monthly Pass!]

Chapter 865: Chapter 75: Get in Line [Vote for Monthly Pass!]

The challenge area outside Peach Blossom Village was hidden within a valley, extremely secluded as if worried about people entering casually. Following the crevice, everyone arrived at a corridor somewhat similar to the previous challenge.

However, there was no time limit of an incense stick burning here, instead, one had to obtain a sword to pass the challenge. Countless white Sword Auras hung on the opposite wall, trembling and buzzing as the group progressed.

"Be careful." Immortal Qi Jing warned as he took the lead to scout ahead as usual.

As he soared forward, the Sword Aura in front of him buzzed even more intensely, and shortly after, a Sword Aura shot towards him!

Whoosh—

This sword struck with the speed of lightning, nearly invisible to the naked eye, but dodging wasn’t difficult for Immortal Qi Jing. However, he chose not to dodge. Instead, his eyes sparkled like stars, and he suddenly struck out just before the Sword Aura reached him!

Bang!

In a flash, his right palm made brief contact with the Flying Sword, causing a loud boom, and then the Flying Sword changed its path, flying off to the side and vanishing into the corridor.

Immortal Qi Jing then raised his hand, looking at the red-hot palm, and chuckled lightly, "That really wasn’t easy."

Even with his cultivation, reacting hastily didn’t allow him to successfully catch the Flying Sword.

Seeing this, the people behind him also heightened their alertness. When the Sword Aura approached, they didn’t dare try to catch it but focused on dodging. The speed of the Sword Aura was so swift that merely dodging was already difficult.

Especially Uncle Yin, who narrowly missed being struck by the Sword Aura due to a slightly slower dodge, luckily only cutting a piece off his sleeve.

However, when the second Sword Aura came, Immortal Qi Jing was prepared. With his left hand forming a seal and his right hand striking out instantly, Bang! he plucked the trembling Flying Sword out of the air.

Counter Current!

Chu Liang recognized that he was using this Immortal Law to change the time flow speed around him, slightly slowing down the approaching Flying Sword. With just a slight slow down, Immortal Qi Jing could comfortably snatch it.

After plucking the Flying Sword, Immortal Qi Jing didn’t rush to leave, but handed the sword to Uncle Yin, saying, "You go out first with this."

Uncle Yin didn’t demur and took it immediately.

This was the plan everyone had agreed upon outside; as long as one person was capable of catching a sword, everyone had a chance to pass.

Even the Demon Slaying Sword of the Yin Family’s ancestors had managed to break through with just Seventh Realm Peak cultivation, not to mention Immortal Qi Jing who was a strong cultivator in the Eighth Realm.

Having information was crucial. As long as the challenge details were known beforehand, thinking of a solution wasn’t difficult. Without the map in hand, Uncle Yin might not have dared to enter, considering that he almost lost his old life in the previous challenge.

Before long, the Western Sea Sword Emperor also forcefully plucked the first sword.

Chu Liang’s physical body was even stronger, making it a bit easier than the Western Sea Sword Emperor. After a few attempts with a Dragon Claw, he also caught a sword of his own.

At the same time, Immortal Qi Jing also caught a Flying Sword for Jiang Yuebai.

With that, everyone had obtained a Flying Sword and thus the qualifications to pass. However, upon reaching the end of the corridor, Chu Liang suddenly turned to Immortal Qi Jing.

"Senior," he shared a look, "this Flying Sword is of excellent quality."

The swords hanging on the wall seemed like standard-issue manufacture, but each one’s material and forging were top-notch, enough to rank within the top five hundred in the Ten Thousand Treasures Record.

Such materials and craftsmanship didn’t seem like they could be produced in the Mortal Realm, suggesting that the Sword Domain Heavenly Palace might indeed be a Secret Realm that had fallen from the Upper Realm.

Seeing the look in Chu Liang’s eyes, Immortal Qi Jing instantly understood, and they shared a smile.

Suddenly, they both handed the Flying Swords they held to the people beside them and returned to the corridor to wait for more Sword Auras.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the Sword Auras arrived, they plucked them and then passed them to those nearby. Repeating this, they started exploiting the Secret Realm’s resources.

Jiang Yuebai gently touched her forehead with her hand, knowing this behavior wasn’t necessarily bad, but it seemed somewhat... absurd.

It had to be said, in this respect, Chu Liang and his father were indeed quite similar.

The two merrily plucked sixty or seventy Flying Swords, noticeably depleting the swords hanging on the wall. But this time after waiting a long while, no more Sword Auras lit up.

As they became somewhat impatient from waiting, suddenly, a violent and primal aura emanated from behind them.

Turning back, they saw an ancient and powerful sword tip poking out from the back of the corridor, emitting an incredibly fearsome sharp aura. If this sword were to strike with full force, its power would be unimaginable.

"Quick, let’s get out of here!" Immortal Qi Jing hurriedly shoved Chu Liang.

Chu Liang, always quick to react, fled, and even quipped as he did, "Why is it angry now?"

"Such a miser," Immortal Qi Jing also remarked.

"Making such a big deal over two worn-out swords?"

"Right?"

"..."

The two muttered under their breath, and just before a whooshing sound from behind, a group of people quickly passed through the exit up ahead.

Boom—

...

When everyone landed, they were instantly awestruck by the scene before them.

They found themselves on a mountain peak, on a platform that was high and wide, and before them stood a colossal sword that pierced the sky. This immense sword, pristine white and godly in presence, stood towering, reaching into the heavens. Everyone who saw it felt their own insignificance instantly.

Sitting cross-legged and meditating off to the side was a man, who, awakened by their voices, slightly furrowed his brows, "Why such a commotion?"

He probably didn’t expect such an uproar at this stage.

The man, draped in a black robe was seated on the ground, his hair and beard bushy, looking to be about fifty years old. However, his eyes carried years of hardships, leaving one to wonder how many years he had been sitting there.

Uncle Yin stared at the man for a while, then suddenly rushed forward, crying out loudly, "Father!"

"What?" The crowd was astonished.

Not just Chu Liang and the others, even the man in black was surprised, blinking as he asked, "Are people outside always this polite now?"

"Father, it’s Shi Hang!" Uncle Yin knelt on the ground, tears already welling up in his eyes as he looked at the man who appeared decades younger than him.

"Shi Hang?" The man in black, startled, grasped Uncle Yin’s hand, his voice trembling, "How come you are...so old and ugly, and your cultivation is so low? Are you really a child of the Yin Family?"

"Ah..." This time Uncle Yin couldn’t hold back and burst into loud weeping, "You’ve been away from home for over a hundred years; of course, I would age. As for my cultivation... I haven’t been outside much either!"

"My child!" Father Yin seemed convinced by Uncle Yin’s words, starting to cry as well, "I’m useless, having sat here dry all these years only to see you again today!"

Watching them crying together, Chu Liang couldn’t help but feel moved; this father and son duo was indeed pitiful.

Together, they had been imprisoned for over two hundred years—how could they not weep?

After crying for a while, Uncle Yin began introducing Chu Liang and the others to his father, "If it weren’t for these few rescuing me, I would have died outside the gates of the Sword Domain Heavenly Palace, without any chance to see you."

"Such great kindness, truly profound," Father Yin thanked them, glancing at Immortal Qi Jing before adding, "Perhaps only a cultivator of the Eighth Realm could stand a slight chance."

Immortal Qi Jing directed his gaze towards the colossal sword standing tall before them, asking, "Is this the final challenge?"

"Indeed," Father Yin also turned and said, "The last challenge of the Sword Domain Heavenly Palace is to draw the sword. There are only two outcomes when one tries to pull it out. Succeed, and you become its master; fail, and you die. Since it emerged here, countless ages have passed, yet no one has taken it away."

"So, those who tried before died?" asked Immortal Qi Jing.

"Yes," Father Yin nodded, "unless, like my ancestor, they fled in the face of impending failure. Throughout the ages, not many have managed to escape once they touched the sword. It’s akin to death."

"But we must attempt it," Immortal Qi Jing said with determination in his eyes.

"Many prodigies from the Immortal Sects have come here, and they too died here," Father Yin explained, "That’s why I’ve never dared to make a move."

This is the destiny of prodigies.

Because they have achieved much that ordinary people could not throughout their growth, whenever they face such desperate challenges with slim chances of survival, they still believe they could be the exception. Often, those fallen prodigies died trying to defy their fate.

"Although the chances of success for an Eighth Realm cultivator are incredibly slim, the chances of survival are great," Father Yin continued. "If you shake the sword but are not strong enough to master it, it will open the gateway of the Sword Domain Heavenly Palace and let you leave. I witnessed an Eighth Realm cultivator, who, even after the path had opened, refused to retreat and insisted on trying to draw the sword, ultimately dying right here."

"I have been sitting here idle, also waiting to attempt it when my cultivation reaches the Eighth Realm. Even if not successful, there would still be a chance to escape."

Immortal Qi Jing looked at him and asked, "Your primary cultivation is the Daoist Master Jue Yun’s way?"

"Precisely," Father Yin nodded, "Facing the Divine Sword here is the source of Daoist Master Jue Yun’s path, and my understanding has reached its peak. It’s just that the position of Daoist Master Jue Yun has not been vacant in the world, waiting for the current master to fall before I can have a chance."

"Hmm..." The crowd, upon hearing this, fell into an awkward silence.

It was Sword Emperor of the Western Sea who murmured quietly, "Then you’ll have to get in line."