Chapter 240: Rush Forward Without Hesitation, True Martial Sword: You Must Live
Seeing that stream of light, Chen Shisan’s eyes flickered.
At the same time, the sword spirit sent him a divine thought.
“Little Thirteen, I’m done.”
“I’m truly happy to have you as my master.”
“This is my last help for you. When all hope seems lost, you must live.”
As the words faded, the True Martial Sword fiercely collided with the old monk from Cloud Mountain Temple.
The True Martial Sword knew that Chen Shisan’s only path was d*ath if he continued to ascend.
To keep Chen Shisan alive in the hands of the Buddhist Nation, some people hiding in the shadows had to be made to act.
It did not want to see this young man d*e, so it used its own destruction as the price to give this young man a glimmer of hope.
Three years ago, it recognized him as its master and led his fate down another path.
Three years later, it risked its own life to give this young man a chance at survival.
“Boom!”
Facing the True Martial Sword’s final strike, even the old monk from Cloud Mountain Temple could not afford to be careless.
The powerful impact wave caused half of the Buddhist Nation to tremble.
As the dust settled, the original True Martial Sword had already turned into fragments.
The old monk from Cloud Mountain Temple was also in a sorry state; the True Martial Sword’s fragments had blinded his right eye.
At the same time, his white-washed monk robe had become tattered.
Seeing the True Martial Sword fall, a mist covered Chen Shisan’s eyes.
Since their first encounter, Chen Shisan had always considered the True Martial Sword a friend, a friend he could talk to about anything.
During these three years, Chen Shisan would often go to talk to the True Martial Sword.
These words Chen Shisan never told anyone, not even Chen Changsheng.
Because they were private conversations between friends.
“Thud!”
Chen Shisan knelt down, lowered his head, bit the sword handle on the ground, and then put it away in his storage space.
Watching Chen Shisan pick up the fragments with his mouth, Meng Yu and Qian Bao’er’s hearts bled.
His hand was broken, but he still had his mouth.
Even though these fragments made his mouth bleed profusely, Chen Shisan did not stop.
…
Under the Bodhi tree.
“Chen Changsheng, let me go! I’ll fight them!”
Bai Ze roared wildly, wanting to rush out to help Chen Shisan.
These three children were all personally taught by Bai Ze. Seeing such a tragic scene now, how could Bai Ze not feel heartache?
But facing Chen Changsheng’s restraint, even Bai Ze could not break free.
Unlike Bai Ze’s “madness,” Chen Changsheng remained unusually calm at this moment.
He quietly perceived the situation outside, but no one knew what he was thinking inside.
…
Picking up the last fragment on the ground, Chen Shisan stood up again.
Looking at the old monk who had lost an eye, Chen Shisan muttered indistinctly, “I haven’t fallen yet, you can’t come over.”
Blinded by the True Martial Sword, the calm old monk was also furious.
“Your state of mind impresses this old monk. These fragments will be returned to you.”
Saying that, the old monk pulled out the fragment from his eye socket.
Then, he threw the True Martial Sword’s fragment at Chen Shisan with incredible speed.
Just as the fragment was about to pierce Chen Shisan’s forehead, a voice sounded out.
“Snow falls in the human world!”
Snowflakes fell from the sky, and the sharp sword light changed the trajectory of the old monk’s thrown fragment.
“Puff!”
The fragment pierced through his chest, and Chen Shisan fell straight down. Meng Yu, with red eyes, blocked in front of Chen Shisan.
“Master, this is the enmity between the Buddhist Nation and him, unrelated to the Bright Sky.”
“I know, which is why my actions are unrelated to the Bright Sky. Whether to live or d*e, it is my Meng Yu’s choice alone.”
After saying that, Meng Yu turned around to check on Chen Shisan’s injuries.
Upon discovering that Chen Shisan still had a breath, Meng Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Feeding him another pill to prevent the injury from worsening, Meng Yu also held her sword to block the old monk like Chen Shisan did.
Facing this situation, the old elder from the Bright Sky stood immobile.
Meng Yu was a junior, she could represent herself, but she could not.
If she acted, it would be a problem between the Bright Sky and the Buddhist Nation.
“Act!”
“Let me see the true power of the Buddhist sect’s great abilities.”
Blocked several times in succession, the old monk from Cloud Mountain Temple was somewhat angry.
As soon as he spoke, a large hand directly reached for her.
Facing such a Buddhist sect divine ability, Meng Yu once again used her ultimate skill, “Snow Falls in the Human World.”
Meng Yu’s sword techniques were very strong, and after being guided by Chen Changsheng, her cultivation advanced further.
However, she faced a great ability from the Buddhist sect, reaching the peak of the bl**d Transference Realm.
The gap in realms was not something easily bridged.
“Bang!”
With the old monk giving his all, Meng Yu could not even withstand one move.
Directly injuring Meng Yu severely, the old monk walked towards Tianxuan with a stern face.
“Watch out!”
Countless magic treasures flew towards the old monk. Just as they were about to touch the old monk, they instantly self-destructed.
The power of dozens of self-destructing magic treasures directly pushed the old monk back a few steps.
Qian Bao’er, with red eyes, rushed into the battlefield.
Facing Qian Bao’er’s appearance, the old monk’s remaining eye stared at her intently.
“What are you looking at? I’ve also eaten lotus roots and seeds. I have a part in everything they do.”
“One person does one thing, one person bears the consequences. What I do has nothing to do with the Wanfeng Merchant Association, nor do I need their protection.”
“I know you’re very powerful, and I know we can’t run away and will probably d*e. But who would be a cultivator if they were afraid to d*e?”
“Isn’t it better to be an ordinary farmer?”
Saying that, Qian Bao’er summoned all her magic treasures and charged madly.
Little Thirteen was about to d*e, Tianxuan was seriously injured, the True Martial Sword was shattered, and even Meng Yu, whom he had only met a few times, stood up.
Seeing this happening, Qian Bao’er’s heart bled.
She knew that doing nothing was the correct choice now, but she couldn’t convince her heart otherwise.
So she rushed forward without hesitation, even though this was an unwise action.
The divine powers obtained through the seven-colored lotus seeds were currently being fully activated by Qian Bao’er.
Qian Bao’er’s awakened divine power was the control of magic treasures.
Generally, cultivators could control only a limited number of magic treasures, but Qian Bao’er’s divine power had no such limitation.
Or rather, she could control magic treasures tens of times more than ordinary cultivators.
Such divine power combined with the terrifying financial strength of the Wanfeng Merchant Association was like adding wings to a tiger.
“Crack!”
Qian Bao’er’s figure was frozen in mid-air, as were the magic treasures floating behind her.
With his right hand exerting force, the old monk crushed a top-grade magic treasure into pieces.
The only thing left was Qian Bao’er’s life-bound magic treasure.
“Dong!”
One punch!
Just one punch from the old monk almost shattered Qian Bao’er’s life-bound magic treasure.
“Puff!”
Suffering severe damage to her life-bound magic treasure, Qian Bao’er spat out a mouthful of bl**d and fainted.
“Bang!”
Another punch, and Qian Bao’er’s life-bound magic treasure completely shattered.
With the shattering of her life-bound magic treasure, Qian Bao’er’s aura also visibly weakened.
