Chapter 204: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect

"In this world, no sword dares to strike me, not even a famous one!"

Rao Yinyin, lying in the ruins, was stunned by this arrogant declaration. She struggled to get up, but the remaining sword energy in her body after the masked man's strike was something she couldn't resist. "Who exactly is this guy? The power of his sword energy is probably even more terrifying than Elder Xiao's..." She didn't know that even Xiao Qixiu, facing the person before her, would not be able to withstand a single strike. Of course, Xiao Qixiu would certainly not allow anyone to casually talk about such an embarrassing incident where he was crippled by one blow.

Watching the masked man walk out of the house and into the sea of flowers, Rao Yinyin desperately struggled to get up, but only helplessly spat out a mouthful of blood. She weakly lowered her stubborn hand, half her body buried in the ruins, feeling darkness engulf her vision. "Sister Su..." "Run!"

"Little girl, this sword must have brought you a lot of pain, hasn't it?" The masked man squatted in front of Su Qianqian, trying to make his tone sound gentle. "At your age, you should be pampering yourself in your parents' arms, not running around with this big thing. Just dealing with those assassins must have made it hard for you to eat and sleep!" "Come, give me your pain. I'll bear it for you."

The masked man placed his hand on "Tomb-Naming City Snow," but Su Qianqian gritted her teeth, gripping it tightly, her face stubborn. However, with a light flick of a finger on her wrist, he instantly separated her from the sword. "Tomb-Naming City Snow..." The masked man caressed the snow-white greatsword. This spiritual artifact, which had proudly flown back to its owner's embrace the day Xu Xiaoshou touched it, now dared not move an inch while being held.

Clang—

The masked man flicked a finger, and the clear sword hum resonated throughout almost the entire inner courtyard. At the same time, all the disciples hiding in the spiritual grounds felt their hairs stand on end, as if their souls had been cut by a sharp blade. "As expected of a famous sword; this time, it's finally not a fake!" The masked man praised lightly, then lowered his head and said, "To be honest, I've been to the Su family in Tiansang County."

Upon hearing this, Su Qianqian's pupils instantly constricted, and then her body began to tremble. "What did you do to my grandfather?!" She suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with uncontrollable rage. "Oh? Your family didn't tell you?" The masked man seemed curious. He looked at the little girl's furious expression, smiled, and placed a hand on her head. "Perhaps, your grandfather is already dead."

Whoosh—

A cold wind swept across the dark night sky, stirring ripples through the sea of flowers, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze completely. Su Qianqian's eyes trembled, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into the soil. At that moment, she actually suppressed the rampant and violent sword energy within her and suddenly straightened her body. The wildly erupting sword intent actually pushed the masked man back several steps. The nearby Crimson Illusion Millet was instantly churned into the azure sky, exploding into powder in the air, as endless sword energy surged from the little girl, her black hair fluttering.

"Is that peak Innate sword intent..."

The masked man finally saw what he wanted to see, but he was somewhat disappointed. "Not enough, far from enough." "If it's only this level, you might never be able to harm me, not even a single hair." "I can kill you right now!" Su Qianqian's demeanor had clearly turned dark, completely losing her rationality under the masked man's words.

She waved her hand, and "Tomb-Naming City Snow" instantly trembled, as if trying to fly back to her. However, the masked man merely glanced at it, and the famous sword immediately fell silent. "Kill!" Though her sword did not return to her hand, Su Qianqian showed no sign of fear. Surging sword energy condensed above her head into a gigantic white energy sword, which she brought down with a crash.

"Sword energy taking form, has it begun..."

The slight smile hidden beneath the black cloth went unnoticed. The masked man extended two fingers, and with just the back of his fingers, effortlessly blocked the formidable attack. Boom! The action seemed light and easy, but the explosive sound shattered the large array protecting this spiritual ground, creating a vast empty space in the red sea of flowers.

Under the clear moonlight, the masked man held the giant energy sword with his hand, looking down at Su Qianqian, who was significantly shorter than him, and gazing into her reddened eyes. A soft chuckle echoed in the silent air. "Not just your grandfather, but also those of your uncles' and aunts' generation who dared to strike at me; very few should have survived." "Of course, for a sword cultivator, dying by my hand is not without honor."

The masked man spoke as if stating the most common truth, yet his calm words made Su Qianqian's rage even harder to bear. She could tolerate various assassins and killers coming for her, even considering her death not regrettable. But to avoid bringing trouble to her family, she had left the Su family years ago, trapping herself within the Tiansang Spiritual Palace, an apparent layer of protection. She had clearly lost her freedom, not daring to take a single step outside the Spiritual Palace gates...

"The famous sword is with me, why did you go after them?" Su Qianqian roared, tears welling up in her eyes. The masked man calmly gazed at her and slowly said, "Naive!" "You must understand that this world doesn't operate according to your personal will. Just because you expect it to, doesn't mean fate will unfold the way you desire." "Besides me, those who visit the Su family daily are truly no fewer than those who come to the Spiritual Palace to find you; in fact, there are far more." "After all, that place is much easier to enter than here..." Su Qianqian, perplexed, cried out, "But the famous sword is in my hand!"

The masked man retracted and flicked his finger again, and the giant energy sword crumbled with a crash. He then pressed his hand on Su Qianqian's head once more. "Little girl, you need to know that many people in this world love you silently." "Even I have already obtained several fake swords, from the Su family and from various other places in Tiansang County." Su Qianqian's pupils dilated drastically, and her delicate body convulsed uncontrollably, collapsing to the ground. "No, it's not true, it can't be like this. No one ever told me any of this..." No matter how strong she pretended to be on ordinary days, she was essentially just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, still underage. Under the protection of various factions, how could this inexperienced girl have considered everything so thoroughly?

The masked man shook his head, his expression still calm. To him, he was merely stating a simple truth. It might be too cruel for the girl before him, but once the disguise was peeled away, the world truly was like this. "Love, sometimes, needs no words." "No, it's impossible..." Su Qianqian trembled, backing away. She couldn't accept any of it. Suddenly, her murmuring stopped. "You're lying to me! Yes, you're lying to me!" Her eyes widened, fixed on the person before her. This was an enemy; nothing he said could be trusted! Hatred surged into her heart. At that instant, the sword energy that had been coursing through her body, bringing endless pain, suddenly paused, then flew out from her skin as if summoned.

At the same time, the Crimson Illusion Millet flying high in the sky also burst forth with sword energy. Even illusory white swords of sword energy condensed one by one, pointing directly at the masked man. Ten thousand swords stood erect! Despite having no sword in her hand, a sword hum indicating a breakthrough instantly pierced through the entire Tiansang Spiritual Palace, covering the entire mountain range. Clang— At that moment, all sword cultivators in the Spiritual Palace, no matter where they were, felt their personal swords tremble and hum. "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?"