Chapter 1051: Disciples Duel

Chapter 1051: Disciples Duel

The Sword Saint has arrived, and Lin Nuo felt the situation take a turn for the worse.

Even though this Sword Saint had been injured by him before, and badly at that, a rotten boat still has three copper nails—he might not be a major player, but he definitely qualifies as a minor one, making matters even trickier for the allied Immortals.

This Sword Saint knows how to seize the opportunity; it looks like he’s here for revenge, seeking payback for the earlier beatdown he received.

Looks like a Fury Pill is a must, but at this point, the enhancement it offers is minimal, and the risks of side effects loom large.

“While we are angry at you for leaving the Sword Tomb without reason, if you can eliminate this Demon Disciple, everyone will still respect you. Come, let’s join forces; with your sword, kill him.”

Du Xuan laughed heartily, pondering how he could off Lin Nuo when the Sword Saint popped up—talk about heavenly aid!

The Sword Saint shot a cold glance at Lin Nuo. Although he didn’t summon his myriad swords due to his injuries, he did draw another Sharp Sword, clearly indicating he was about to make a move.

The Immortals awaited eagerly, anticipating that this renowned Sword Saint would slay the Demon Disciple before him and capture all the Fox People in the mountain, forcing them to submit.

However…

The Sword Saint pointed his Sharp Sword at that group of Immortals and coldly uttered one sentence:

“Do not approach that mountain.”

The Immortals were perplexed. Though the Sword Saint was aloof and arrogant, he had a reputation for exterminating demons and removing troublesome beasts that plagued common folk, so they still held some respect for him.

After all, being called a Saint means one must have high prestige.

Yet now, his Sharp Sword was aimed at them, and he intended to guard that mountain.

Was he not siding with that Demon Disciple?!

“What do you mean? What are you saying? Are you protecting those Foxes? Or are you saying you’re in cahoots with this Demon Disciple?!”

Du Xuan found it hard to believe, astonished that a former comrade would now point a Sharp Sword at him!

“Do not approach that mountain; you do not need to know why.”

The Sword Saint spoke coldly again, and Lin Nuo thought, wow, look who’s trying to play it cool—scrutinize your injuries; if they come over, you’re done for.

What a desperate need to act tough!

But this eased Lin Nuo’s worries; it seemed the Sword Saint might not be here to help him, but he also wouldn’t attack him.

He must be there to protect the Fox People in that mountain.

Fine, you keep guarding; I can use some cannon fodder too, makes it easier for me to deal with them.

At that moment, in the mountain, Ni Wanqing also spotted the Sword Saint arriving on his sword, her feelings all over the place.

Why did he come here… when he’s clearly injured and should be resting? What a stubborn person!

Ni Wanqing still worried about the Sword Saint, while Li Ruo’er also focused her gaze on him.

She felt that familiar warmth, similar to her first encounter with her mother.

But the young master said he couldn’t be her father; this must be an illusion.

Mu Yiting noticed something too. When she encountered Lin Nuo earlier, she heard him mention that Ni Wanqing and the Sword Saint were close.

So it became clear: Li Ruo’er is the Sword Saint’s daughter as they had quarreled over the child before.

But the three of them hadn’t reunited; Mu Yiting speculated that Lin Nuo didn’t intend for them to come together.

Meanwhile, the Sword Saint’s aura seemed far weaker than before; he might have been seriously injured earlier.

“Ni Xian.”

Mu Yiting tugged at Ni Wanqing, pulling her to the side for a chat.

“Does Li Ruo’er know about your relationship with the Sword Saint?”

“Huh? You know about this… Actually, no, not really.”

Ni Wanqing sighed. She had been keeping the truth from Li Ruo’er along with Lin Nuo.

“As expected, this was arranged by Lin Shixiong?”

“Yes. Honestly, I’ve always felt guilty about hiding it from Ruo’er. Sigh, whatever, I’ll just follow Lin Zhuban’s plans.”

“Lin Shixiong surely has his reasons for handling things this way. But I imagine the Sword Saint is here because of you two; he’s been injured, you know?” Mu Yiting asked curiously.

“It’s because of Ruo’er; he came here to stir up trouble and killed many of the master’s minions who are Demon Practitioners. Then he got injured by the master and is barely hanging on.”

“Ah, I see.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiting understood everything.

After all, only Lin Nuo could have injured him.

Lin Nuo was a rare person, well-versed in techniques against strong opponents, capable of countering them all.

She didn’t pry any further; she figured knowing this much was sufficient.

“Mom, is he going to be alright? He seems really weak…” Li Ruo’er expressed her anxieties.

“Are you talking about the Sword Saint? After all, he was injured by the master, so naturally, he’s not in great shape.”

“Yeah… but wasn’t he our enemy before? Why is he pointing his sword at the opponent now?” Li Ruo’er was confused.

“Maybe there’s some conflict between them. Immortals have their own matters and complexities, it’s normal to have disagreements. Don’t worry; the master will resolve everything.”

“Mm, the young master can handle it.”

Li Ruo’er nodded repeatedly, having faith in Lin Nuo’s strength.

Back on the battlefield, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Du Xuan couldn’t comprehend why the Sword Saint would act like this; it was truly a disgrace to the Sword Tomb.

“Master holds you in high regard; he even wants you to be the future lord of the Sword Tomb. Yet you left without a word, not explaining anything. How disappointing! Now you’re aiding the wicked; this is a huge shame for the Sword Tomb. Since that’s the case, I can only kill you all.”

Du Xuan was seething with rage. He had retracted the sword formation that had previously encircled the Demon Army, a surge of powerful spirit energy pulsed through him as he summoned multiple sword intents again, his momentum soaring.

The Sword Saint, still holding his Sharp Sword, remained unmoved; if the enemy didn’t come, neither would he. Though he was injured, his will is like a mountain.

Let them fight the Sword Saint; tire him out first.

Lin Nuo quickly retreated, clearing the battlefield for the Sword Saint.

Go ahead, show off; it’d be great if both of you end up dead!

But that group of Immortals wouldn’t let Lin Nuo off the hook. While Du Xuan battled the Sword Saint, they turned their attention to him.

It was that Immortal Tiger again, directly aiming for the mountain, launching a magical bomb—time to wipe it out!

“I’ve really been enduring you long enough.”

Lin Nuo cursed; with one big boss missing from their ranks, did they really think the formation could still hold up?

It was time to break through.