Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Heaven-and-Earth Sword

The protective charm given by the Great Demon Lord could only withstand three attacks from those below the Void Realm. In other words, if it took a fourth strike, she would be beaten to death.

Ning Xianyu was terrified out of her wits. She hurriedly released her spiritual energy, preparing to charge the barrier and run.

She could not win the fight. All she could do was flee.

But just as she turned to run, a second palm strike came at her, and the protective charm on her body immediately activated to shield her.

She slammed into the barrier and was bounced back.

Then came the third palm.

Ning Xianyu could clearly feel something on her body shatter. The protective charm had already lost its effect.

Damn it. She had never expected that such a good protective charm would be used up before she had even left the mountain gate.

The protective charm from the Great Demon Lord was not that impressive after all. Had he never considered the possibility of consecutive attacks?

Unable to run and unable to fight, Ning Xianyu subconsciously drew her sword and thrust straight ahead.

The fourth palm strike was already upon her. She thought she was surely dead this time.

[You absolutely have to protect my soul. Remember to find me a new, good-looking body next month.]

[Host, rest assured and go die. I will definitely protect you.]

She really wanted to beat that damned system to death and be done with it.

Ning Xianyu braced herself for death, closed her eyes, and gripped her sword.

But at that very moment, a gust of violent wind swept past. She only heard Zhao Kui give a muffled cry, and then she felt a familiar aura appear before her.

Gathering her courage, Ning Xianyu opened her eyes, and sure enough, she saw Xuanyuan Tunhan.

His back was imposing, and at this moment he looked especially majestic.

“Ancestor, you’re here?”

Ning Xianyu was nearly in tears. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve.

“I almost got beaten to death.”

Xuanyuan Tunhan shot her a cold glance. He looked displeased, which scared her so much that she hunched her shoulders, quickly let go of him, and took a cautious step back.

Across from them, Zhao Kui was spitting blood, but he quickly wiped it clean and cupped his hands. “Ancestor, although you favor this woman, she is lawless. She injured my great-grandson, ruined Zhao Ling’s natal artifact, and extorted them many times.”

“Your disciple merely gave her a slight punishment. He meant nothing else.”

Seeing him twist black and white with such shamelessness, Ning Xianyu immediately leaned out and snapped, “You’re spouting nonsense. Your great-grandson bullied people, and he deserved to be beaten.”

“Besides, I saved him. If it weren’t for me, he would have been killed by that evil cultivator long ago.”

Zhao Kui said angrily, “So you admit that you destroyed his artifact and humiliated him repeatedly?”

Ning Xianyu felt that old people truly could twist right and wrong. How could he speak so infuriatingly?

Xuanyuan Tunhan waved his wide sleeve, signaling her to stop talking.

Then he said coldly, “You cannot even distinguish right from wrong. What exactly have you been cultivating all these years?”

Without another word, he struck out with another palm.

Zhao Kui was knocked backward and nearly crashed into the mountain.

His expression twisted. He wanted to rage, but he did not dare.

Xuanyuan Tunhan said, “If you cannot reason out right from wrong, then we’ll speak with strength.”

After saying that, he turned to Ning Xianyu, grabbed her, and lifted her up.

“This one is mine.”

Then he carried her away in a single swift flight.

After they left, Zhao Kui was filled with hatred, yet utterly powerless.

He suddenly froze. “That was the Universe Sword?”

How could the Universe Sword be in the hands of a woman?

“Xuanyuan Tunhan, what exactly are you doing? How can you be so frivolous?”

Zhao Kui’s expression changed drastically, and hatred flickered in his eyes.

Being carried like that was uncomfortable, but at this moment Ning Xianyu thought the Great Demon Lord really was reasonable.

He had acknowledged her view, agreed that Zhao Ling had been at fault first, and only after Zhao Kui refused to listen had he used brute force to suppress him.

If reason would not work, then beat him until he understood.

For some reason, that way of handling things was strangely cool.

[What, did a hero save the beauty and now you think the Great Demon Lord is handsome?]

The system could not resist chiming in again.

Ning Xianyu smiled. [He really is handsome. He feels incredibly safe.]

“Oho, oho, oho. The little girl’s heart is fluttering. You’ve fallen for him, haven’t you?” the system teased, sounding annoyingly smug and making Ning Xianyu want to hit it.

[But let me remind you, the Great Demon Lord has lived for more than a hundred thousand years. Even the remainder of his age is far greater than yours.]

[Go away. Who said anything about that? Besides, a salted fish does not date.]

Dating was too exhausting. How could anything be more comfortable than lying flat?

She would never do something so draining.

The system clicked its tongue disdainfully, certain that she would eventually be proven wrong.

Xuanyuan Tunhan had already tossed her into a room.

“Behave yourself. Don’t go out and seek death again.”

She had only been out for half a day and had nearly died. This woman really had a precise talent for courting death.

Yet Ning Xianyu suddenly asked, “Ancestor, I have a question.”

Xuanyuan Tunhan was impatient, but he did not leave. He gave her a look that clearly said, Ask quickly and cut the nonsense.

Ning Xianyu took out her sword and the flying darts.

“These are Xiahou Fang’s darts. I heard from a disciple who studies artifacts that these darts are very powerful, almost never miss, and can even fly back on their own.”

“But why was I able to knock them down so easily with my sword, and why did they not fly back into Xiahou Fang’s hand?”

The darts really were impressive, yet they had been defeated in her hands. That was far too strange. She did not think she had that kind of ability.

Xuanyuan Tunhan picked up her sword and said casually, “Because this sword is the ancestor of all weapons in the world.”

Having said that, he went back outside.

“The ancestor of weapons?”

Alone in the room, Ning Xianyu laid the sword on the ground, then arranged the darts and the other weapons she had taken beside it and studied them carefully.

Sorry, but she really could not see any difference.

Saying that this sword was the ancestor of all weapons did not make those weapons bow down and kowtow to it, now did it?

But then the system suddenly said, [Could it be the Universe Sword?]

[Huh?] Ning Xianyu looked at the sword again and again. [What Universe Sword?]

The system thought she was terribly uneducated.

[You really should borrow a few books from the library and take them back to read. You cannot rely on me to explain everything.]

[The Universe Sword is the very first weapon in this world. It is said that when this world had just come into being, the earth kept shaking, and the people lived in unbearable hardship. Then a sword from beyond the heavens suddenly fell onto the land, and after that, the ground stabilized.]

Ning Xianyu thought, [So it’s some kind of world-stabilizing pillar?]

[More or less. Anyway, from that point on the earth became steady. Many years later, once everything had fully settled, the sword found a new master and became a weapon.]

So this sword really was the ancestor of all weapons in the world, simply because it had been the first.

Ning Xianyu felt that was impossible.

[The first weapon in heaven and earth is in my hands?]

What a joke.

The system said, [The Universe Sword has existed for so many years that it long ago lost the divine power it once had, so it being in your hands is actually quite normal.]

[There is another possibility: this sword is merely a replica, and the real one disappeared long ago.]

Ning Xianyu was more willing to believe that explanation. She did not think any heavenly treasure or earthly marvel would end up in her hands.

She was not the protagonist. How could she possibly have such good luck?