This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 102: The Path of Life Narrowed for You.

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: The Path of Life Narrowed for You.

·"As everyone saw, it’s not that I don’t want to stream, the big shot is booting me out. So, let’s wrap up today’s livestream, bye-bye." After watching the big shot leave, Bai Xiaomo explained to the audience before casually turning off the livestream.

Bai Xiaomo stared longingly at the Cloud Platform floating in the sky, then glanced at the sky reflected under the railing, feeling somewhat acrophobic and weak in the knees. He ultimately decided to go consult with his close buddy about the details of the quest, since there was no point in staying here anyway.

To him, this place resembled an interlude animation, painting a big pie in the sky for him and the other players – he guessed it must be a reward-based quest designed by the game officials.

After a few probing conversations with the nearby guard to no avail in quest-triggers, Bai Xiaomo then asked the guard big brother to help him out.

Meanwhile, Ying Tianxing, with Liang Yi in tow, floated leisurely in the azure sky.

But before they had flown far, Liang Yi’s eyebrows twitched as he spotted a familiar face.

It was Liang Yuan from Lion Fate Sect whom he had seen upon entering the city.

"Oh? Young Hero Liang knows this person?" Ying Tianxing, noticing the change in Liang Yi’s expression, couldn’t help but look towards the relatively small floating island.

"Let me think, this person should be Liang Yuan of Lion Fate Sect, and his opponent seems to be Ke Wenshi from Xuankong Sect, one of the hot favorites to win." Ying Tianxing’s face was teasing because Liang Yuan was currently being suppressed by Ke Wenshi.

Liang Yi looked down; the Lion Fate Sect’s style of cultivation leaned towards body refinement, inspired by the spirit of the Spirit Tiger, aggressive and ferocious. But his opponent was from the renowned Xuankong Sect, not only skilled in various body cultivation techniques but also adept at unarmed defense.

Both being practitioners of body cultivation, they were naturally well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of their own practice.

The style of Lion Fate Sect was too explosive, seeking to overwhelm the opponent in one fell swoop like a tiger descending the mountain.

However, Ke Wenshi from Xuankong Sect didn’t give him that chance; he kept to the defensive, wanting Liang Yuan’s initial burst of energy to wane and exhaust him further. Once Liang Yuan’s breath was scattered, Ke Wenshi switched styles, aiming for a stable and steady approach to defeat Liang Yuan.

"How many more rounds do you think this Liang Yuan can hold out?" Ying Tianxing crossed his fingers, clad in white gloves, smiling while asking Liang Yi.

Liang Yi glanced at Ying Tianxing, thinking how annoying this guy can be, as pesky as a plaster. Only around his father does he behave like a normal person. Was he this obnoxious in his past life? Liang Yi hardly had any contact with him and really couldn’t recall.

"How about a bet?" Liang Yi commented indifferently.

"You think Liang Yuan can win?" Ying Tianxing immediately grasped his implication upon hearing him speak, raising his eyebrows as he scrutinized Liang Yuan once more.

Physical exhaustion, mana drained, and most critically, the breath within his chest scattered – these were fatal for a body cultivator. And his opponent, Ke Wenshi, was brimming with energy like the rising morning sun.

Ying Tianxing genuinely couldn’t see any hope for Liang Yuan to turn the tables.

The sect competition tested the individual strength of cultivators, allowing the use of magical treasures and weapons of the same grade, but using those beyond one’s own realm would result in an instant loss.

It was not just the referees monitoring on the Floating Island Cloud Platforms; his father’s Divine Sense enveloped all the platforms, and it was impossible to deceive the referees, let alone evade the detection of a Seventh Realm cultivator.

"Since Brother Liang is interested, I shall humbly comply. May I ask what Brother Liang would like to wager?" It was only after confirming that Liang Yuan was really at the end of his tether, with only a breath away from defeat, that Ying Tianxing followed up Liang Yi’s remark.

"You’re betting Liang Yuan will lose; I’ll bet he can win. How about that?" Liang Yi’s tone was tranquil, his words revealing an intangible confidence.

Ying Tianxing and Ke Wenshi actually hadn’t noticed that although Liang Yuan appeared to be suppressed and physically worn out, a calmness was secretly showing through his frantic eyes.

Having seen numerous player-versus-player (PvP) battles in his previous life, this situation was nothing but a sure sign of a comeback ace up the sleeve, just a matter of when it would be played.

Liang Yi felt a trace of boredom; it was such an old trick. If one truly wanted to be as crafty as a fried dough twist, they would have to look to the wily players.

"Of course, let’s just raise the stakes a bit."

Ying Tianxing licked his lips and pulled out a sword from his ring. Unlike the standard longsword that Liang Yi bought at the trading house, the ancient cyan longsword that Ying Tianxing held in his hand let out bursts of sword cries as soon as it was revealed, hinting at a subtle affinity with Liang Yi.

"Eh?" Ying Tianxing gripped the longsword tightly, giving Liang Yi a careful once-over. The resonating sword body and the Divine Sword’s affinity were signs of proficiency in the Sword Dao, weren’t they? How old was this Liang Yi?

"The Qinglu Sword, its name inspired by ’Clear dew falls with pure radiance, the bright moon merges and shines.’ Crafted by the sword forging master Ouyang Ming a hundred years ago primarily using Heavenly Pure Dream Dew as the material, it is a Fourth Grade Magical Treasure." Ying Tianxing looked at Liang Yi proudly. This sword hadn’t come easy to him, and the exact circumstances behind its acquisition weren’t exactly sharable. If it weren’t for the fact that he himself was not adept at using swords and was thinking of trading it for some good items with those princes, he would not have kept it until now.

"The sword is not bad; I quite fancy it." Liang Yi realized the moment Ying Tianxing presented the sword that it could resonate with him, partly because of the Sword Immortal’s Conception on him and partly because of his astonishing 10-point Swordsmanship Talent.

If it weren’t for Liang Yi deliberately controlling it, he could create a spectacle akin to thousands of swords worshipping him wherever he went. But who was Liang Yi, after all? Did he need such things to raise his own stature? No matter where he stood, he was the pinnacle of stature.

"Brother Liang, don’t say that, you haven’t won yet," Ying Tianxing ground out through clenched teeth. What do you mean by "quite fancy"? You make it sound like the sword is already yours!

"What would you want then?" Liang Yi was somewhat worried inside. He had spiritual coins, sure, but not nearly enough to match the price of a Fourth Grade Magical Treasure. He had many things more valuable than the sword, the Immaculate Sword Jade or Starlight Communication Talisman, any of which were leagues beyond this sword, but those were all reserves for his trump card, and it seemed he truly didn’t have anything of similar value to this sword.

"I don’t ask for much. I saw your junior sister last time; her talents are as stunning as her beauty, why not let your junior sister accompany me..." Ying Tianxing’s heart stirred as he recalled Su Youyi’s exceptional beauty, but he failed to notice Liang Yi’s face, which had grown utterly cold.

With Yunlan Sword in hand, Liang Yi unleashed a full-power strike towards Ying Tianxing’s face using the Immaculate Sword Technique!

"Accompany me for a meal, what the fu..." Before Ying Tianxing could finish his sentence, a premonition of life and death caused him to shiver all over, and as he looked up, he saw the radiant sword light of Liang Yi’s slash coming towards him, making his hair stand on end in fear!

His strong sixth sense, honed by cultivation, told him that if he didn’t put up his full resistance, his grave might be three feet high this time next year.

Was this second-realm strike of Liang Yi so powerful that he, at the peak of the Third Realm, needed to exert his full effort? What kind of times were these!

With the addition of 10-point Swordsmanship Talent and wielding the Immaculate Sword Technique uniquely created by Banished Immortal Chen Hua, Liang Yi didn’t even suppress his own Sword Dao aura.

"Ding! Entering battle state!"

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

At this moment, all the swords in the entire Secret Realm trembled, as if they were about to fly out of their owner’s hands, including Ying Tianxing’s Qinglu Sword.

Ying Xi, whose Divine Sense covered almost half the Secret Realm, also opened his eyes and turned towards Liang Yi, witnessing this anomaly...

A reverent homage of a thousand swords?

Was it that boy from the Taoist Sect? But why was he conflicted with Tianxing?

Facing imminent danger, Ying Tianxing summoned a pitch-black cleaver in his hand, which emitted a sinister and unfortunate aura, and even his eyes turned a murky black.

Taking a deep breath, Ying Tianxing grasped the handle with both hands, channeling power from his waist and fiercely slashing down towards the sword light.

"Clang!!"

The sound of the cleaver colliding with the sword instantly spread throughout the entire competition arena, halting all other fights in their tracks. Some of the competitors looked at their uncontrollable longswords and nearly wept in frustration, as if jogging while thinking about someone else’s spouse.

Liang Yuan and Ke Wenshi also stopped fighting helplessly, watching the clash not far away with awe and trepidation. Facing that one sword strike, either of them would’ve been killed instantly.

With such an unusual event unfolding, all the judges on the Cloud Platforms were reluctantly forced to enter the arena and halt the battles on their side, waiting for the outcome on Liang Yi’s side. Otherwise, how could they continue the tournament if these two mighty beings wouldn’t stop fighting?