Remould the Glory of Sword Art

The two streams of light entangled in fierce combat, leaving the great hall, fleeing deep into the Secret Tomb, and then dashing over a dozen miles before finally crashing into a small mountain where they grudgingly came to a halt.

It must be said that the Bai Ze Secret Tomb was indeed like a complete world within, with rugged mountains and surging lakes along the way.

The only flaw was that it was too dark to see clearly.

"Rumble..."

Qin Qianlian looked expressionlessly at the concave mountain wall.

In the previous clash, he had gained a slight upper hand, eventually blasting Wen Daoist into the mountain.

However, he himself was also injured. He forcefully pulled out the "broken blade" that pierced his abdomen and threw it on the ground. The blade, made of some unknown material, shattered into pieces, extremely brittle.

"Cough cough."

Wen Daoist coughed deeply, emerging slowly from the dust with a sinister expression.

The Black Feather Cloak he wore had been torn open in several places.

Throughout the grueling battle, he had also sustained many injuries... Qin Qianlian's strength was indeed formidable, managing to fight against the "Plague Poison" and still maintain the upper hand.

However.

Calculating the time, the toxin should fully activate by now.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

A faint burning sound echoed in the void.

Qin Qianlian frowned and looked down.

He raised his hand, and the snow-white thunder light covering his body was half-tainted with black by the poison's corrosion.

A slight dizziness surged to his Heart Lake.

"Daoist Qin."

Wen Daoist said with a twisted smile: "This isn't pleasant, is it... If it were me, I wouldn't have left the hall so easily. With that one named Qian present, you might have lived a bit longer."

"..."

Qin Qianlian took a deep breath.

He steadied himself, chuckled softly, and hoarsely asked, "So why do you think I left the great hall?"

"Oh?"

Wen Daoist raised an eyebrow.

"Even a fool like you knows leaving the hall means death..."

Qin Qianlian said softly: "If I had no backup plan, how could I dare do so?"

Wen Daoist paused for a moment, the next moment, the rocks behind him shattered, and a shadow hidden within the gloom burst out from the stone, a powerful hand pierced Wen Daoist's back, directly clutching his heart—

"???"

Wen Daoist's pupils contracted.

From beginning to end, he hadn't sensed the existence of this second presence!

Of all the escape skills in this world, he had experienced or witnessed most.

This sudden attack from the shadow... reminded him of a Taoist Holy Object that was destroyed years ago.

[Yin Yang Mirror]!

What Wen Daoist couldn't comprehend was that the aura of the person revealing themselves was extremely sinister and evil.

How could Qin Qianlian, the just and upright next Pavilion Master of Longevity House, have such a "filthy" backup?

Everything happened too quickly.

Wen Daoist had no time to react.

"Should I kill him?"

A deep laugh rang out in the wind.

"Kill him quickly."

Qin Qianlian looked at Wen Daoist with disgust, not hesitating in the slightest.

The arduous journey and battle, ending in such a remote place, was not just to escape the crowd in the great hall, but also to complete the "reunion."

After entering the Earth Abyss,

A call had echoed within Qin Qianlian's Heart Lake.

This was Yan Xie's Divine Skill.

Since their parting at Qingfu Mountain, Yan Xie's avatar had gone to the Paperman Sect and never returned, instead infiltrating the Earth Abyss... this was the place of their reunion.

"I've heard this 'Wen Daoist' also has Five Plague Dolls. These are rare Heavenly Puppets."

Yan Xie said regretfully: "What a pity... can't see them now."

As he spoke,

He exerted force, crushing Wen Daoist's heart with his five fingers, blood splattered, liver and gallbladder shattered.

Thus ended the battle... Yan Xie withdrew his blood-stained hand, slowly emerging from the shadow of the rock, he shook his hand, indifferently looking aside. The lifeless Wen Daoist kneeled with a thud, his body limp, crashing heavily down, raising a cloud of dust.

Who would have thought that the grand first disciple of Mo Taoist would die in such a pathetic way?

Nevertheless, battles among cultivators are often this ruthless.

If the strengths weren't closely matched, who would want to fight three hundred rounds?

Stealth attacks to determine victory often take just a moment.

The Three Great Sects have always excelled at stealth attacks.

And now, Wen Daoist met death by his own method, reaping what he sowed.

"Heavenly Puppet Sect has the 'Substitute Corpse Technique.'"

Yan Xie sighed and said: "If it were merely crushing the heart, he could have transferred his soul into the 'Corpse Puppet' to escape, but it's unfortunate he met me. I just destroyed his Heart Lake as well, if you would have waited a bit longer... I wanted to see how far his 'Five Plague Dolls' cultivation had reached..."

"Stop the nonsense."

Qin Qianlian, seeing Wen Daoist's tragic death, finally stopped holding on, slowly finding a place on the mountain wall to sit, withdrawing the Protective Thunder Light.

The spot where Wen Daoist struck bore a pitch-black handprint.

Qin Qianlian's lips turned pale, he gritted his teeth and asked: "Can you heal this guy's 'Great Plague Palm'?"

"Of course."

Yan Xie squatted in front of Qin Qianlian, smiling as he said: "Call me good senior brother... and I'll treat you immediately."

"..."

Qin Qianlian remained expressionless, saying nothing.

"Alright."

After waiting for a moment, seeing no reaction from Qin Qianlian.

Yan Xie shrugged, a bit disappointed.

He knew his junior brother's character.

If saying "good senior brother" was the only way to live...

Qin Qianlian would probably choose to die just like that?

Yan Xie eventually reached out his hand: "Relax. Withdraw your Divine Thought, don't resist... the more Pure Yang Qi encounters the Great Plague Palm, the more muddled and filthy it becomes, either your cultivation is sufficient to directly dispel it, or you get plagued and eventually die in pain."

"Um..."

Qin Qianlian grunted lowly.

He closed his eyes, blue veins bulging on his forehead.

Qin Qianlian felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, the pain in his flesh gradually spreading, finally penetrating deep into his bones, then into his soul, with the dizziness intensifying.

Wen Daoist's magic was extremely sinister.

A person who could be made the first disciple of the Three Great Sects' Sect Master, could they be ordinary?

If Yan Xie hadn't arrived in time, using the [Yin Yang Mirror] to execute a successful "stealth attack."

Then in this battle...

He would likely have paid a severe price.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

Yan Xie placed his hand on Qin Qianlian's wound, this sickly man held his breath, exerting slight force, seeing the toxin of the Great Plague Palm flow like a stream from palm to forearm, but Yan Xie showed no expression of pain, he silently watched as the toxin converged in his arm, transforming into small snakes moving in his meridians, finally fading away.

A moment later.

Qin Qianlian's vital energy had recovered quite a bit, he slowly opened his eyes, frowning as he looked at Yan Xie: "...You're okay?"

He could feel that the toxin in his body had been absorbed by Yan Xie.

This type of poison wouldn't just dissipate into thin air.

Yan Xie helped heal him... by absorbing Wen's poison into his own body.

"Used to it."

Yan Xie smiled lightly, curiously asking: "Even without me, Wen Daoist may not be your match, how did you end up in such a state?"

"I killed Corpse Daoist."

Qin Qianlian looked down at his chest, although the plague poison was gone, that handprint still remained.

He said calmly: "As a price... I got hit by this palm."

"What did I tell you earlier?"

Yan Xie shook his head upon hearing this, speaking with a meaningful tone: "Too young, too impatient... if you want to kill someone, why rush so?"

"Stop nagging."

Qin Qianlian stood up, expressionless, "What's with this damned place? Where are the others?"