Rebirth in Against the Gods with The Ultimate System

CRASH!!! 

The sound of splintering furniture echoed through the great hall as disciples scattered, their faces pale with fear. Ling Tianni, the formidable great elder of the Heavenly Sword Villa, stood amidst the chaos, his expression a mask of fury. His son, Ling Yuefeng, had just delivered devastating news. 

"What do you mean all of them are wiped out?!" Ling Tianni's voice thundered, resonating throughout the hall. 

"Not all of them," Ling Yuefeng corrected cautiously. "Some were allowed to escape with their lives, but most... they were annihilated." 

The mission to capture Princess Cang Yue had ended in disaster. Three men had fallen the night before, and now nearly an entire force of elite disciples had been decimated. One hundred fifty men sent, and only a handful returned, bearing tales of a terrifying massacre. Among the dead were Kuang Long, members of the Xiao Sect, the Burning Heaven Clan, and one of their own revered elders, Ling Mu. 

Ling Tianni's hands clenched into fists, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. "Who is responsible for this?" 

"The swordsman… Dracule Mihawk," Ling Yuefeng admitted, his voice taut with tension. 

Ling Tianni's eyes widened briefly, then narrowed in deep contemplation. This was the first time he had heard of the swordsman, but his reputation had already cast long shadows. Mihawk had emerged from the Gao Ling City tournament to claim the inheritance of the Moon Empress—a legacy Ling Tianni suspected had been granted to his disciple, Cang Yue. He had coveted those ancient arts for years, and now all his carefully laid plans had unraveled in an instant. 

"How does he know of our plan?" Ling Tianni demanded, his voice low and deadly. 

"Unknown," Ling Yuefeng replied, his tone troubled. "He seems to know of our movements before we even make them. The survivors spoke of a brutal assault—one thousand men were aboard the arks, yet only a fraction escaped. All the elders, including Kuang Long, were wiped out." 

Ling Tianni's mind raced, his fury giving way to cold calculation. A traitor—there had to be one. No other explanation sufficed for how the swordsman could strike with such precision, bypassing their border defenses as if they were nonexistent. 

"It means they already know." His voice was sharp, heavy with the weight of realization. 

Ling Yuefeng nodded grimly, sharing his father's dark thoughts. The swordsman was no ordinary enemy; he was a force that could not be underestimated. And the villa's secrets were no longer safe. 

"Father… what are we going to do? Xue Ling probably knows about the plan. That swordsman will likely come to settle the score," Ling Yuefeng said, his voice laced with unease. 

Ling Tianni's gaze hardened. "I need to get to the princess. She holds the secrets to the ancient arts. The Profound Extractor will pull them from her." 

"With her master and guardian constantly by her side, there's no way we can get close to her," Ling Yuefeng countered. 

Ling Tianni paced, the floor creaking beneath his heavy steps. "All we need is a moment. The men will keep her companions occupied. I will handle Xue Ling personally. Ten breaths—that's all the time the Profound Extractor needs to bind her mind." His lips curled into an ominous grin. 

"And her master?" Ling Yuefeng pressed, wary of the swordsman's reputation. 

"We act swiftly tonight. Once the extraction is complete, we'll leave the villa and head directly to the sacred ground. Even if he comes, he won't dare challenge their authority. Prepare the men, Yuefeng. We must strike precisely and without hesitation." 

"Yes, Father," Ling Yuefeng nodded and departed, his steps brisk with urgency. 

Unbeknownst to the villa's leaders, a shadow lingered just beyond the hall's open window. A figure cloaked in white and crimson moved with silent grace, her ears sharp and her mind sharper. Xuanyuan Yufeng's eyes glinted with cold determination as she absorbed every word exchanged between the father and son. 

Her lips twisted into a smirk as she adjusted her modified cloak, the fabric whispering against her skin. The dreadful potion that had ruined her life was just the beginning of the villa's betrayal. Now they sought to steal the ancient arts from Princess Cang Yue and use them as leverage to ascend the ranks of the sacred ground. 

"They won't have their way again," Yufeng murmured under her breath. 

The mysterious knowledge etched in her mind sparked to life, flooding her with ideas and strategies. Sabotage, not direct confrontation, would be her weapon. She would let the villa believe their plans were proceeding perfectly, only to unravel them at the most critical moment. 

Her smirk deepened. The villa will pay for stealing my life. And this time, it's my move.

With that, she melted back into the shadows, a ghostly figure poised to upend the schemes of those who had wronged her.

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"Damn it!" Fen Duanhun roared, smashing his fist into the side of the ark, causing cracks to spider across the wood. His fury boiled over as he paced, his voice trembling with frustration. "How?! How did that swordsman find out?! He wiped out Kuang Long and his entire army! Is he insane, openly offending Mercenary City like this?!"

Kuang Long had been their greatest trump card aside the ancestor—a fifth-level Emperor Profound Realm powerhouse and their key to destroying the Blue Wind Imperial Family. His presence was their assurance of power, their path to seizing control and overthrowing the current regime. No one dared to offend Kuang Long or the Mercenary City's Blood Divine Hall, knowing the terrifying consequences such actions would provoke.

Yet, someone had done the unthinkable.

Kuang Long was annihilated, his formidable army shattered. The Burning Heaven Clan had underestimated the Blue Wind Imperial Family, failing to predict that the enigmatic swordsman—Dracule Mihawk—would be the one to strike. The devastation left no room for doubt: their ultimate backup, a fifth-level Emperor Profound Realm powerhouse, had been obliterated as if his strength amounted to nothing.

Their ambitions lay in tatters, and the fear of Mihawk's wrath loomed over them like a death sentence.

Fen Juecheng stood nearby, his face pale with fear. "We've lost Fen Moli, Father… one of our high-ranking elders. What are we going to do? If Dracule Mihawk knows we targeted his disciple, we're doomed. He's probably near the tournament, watching our every move."

An elder stepped forward, his expression grim. "We've lost more than that. The chance to enter the round of thirty-two is gone. Our standing, our prestige—everything! The Burning Heaven Clan, reduced to the loser's bracket for the first time! We've fallen from the glory of fourth place to utter disgrace. What else can we possibly lose?"

Fen Juecheng clenched his fists, his voice shaking with anger. "Kuang Long's forces were annihilated, and less than thirty percent survived! Fen Moli is dead! And Father…" His gaze shifted uneasily. "You… you're still spitting blood. This swordsman—Dracule Mihawk—has ruined everything!"

Suddenly, a powerful presence rippled through the air, silencing their lamentations. All eyes turned toward the ark's entrance. Fen Duanhun's expression froze as his heart sank. Standing there was none other than Ling Tianni, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Villa and one of the few Emperor Realm cultivators in the Blue Wind Empire.

"Ling Tianni," Fen Duanhun said, his voice laced with both respect and unease. "What could the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Villa want with us?"

Ling Tianni stepped forward, his demeanor calm, though a storm brewed beneath his composed facade. "I have a proposition for you."

Fen Duanhun narrowed his eyes. "A proposition?"

"You seek revenge on Yun Che, do you not?" Ling Tianni asked, his tone even yet weighted with meaning.

Fen Duanhun exchanged a quick glance with his retainers and Fen Juecheng before nodding. "I'm listening."

Ling Tianni outlined his plan with measured precision. As the details unfolded, Fen Duanhun's eyes widened, his earlier despair shifting into a glimmer of hope. If this plan succeeded, not only could they reclaim what they had lost, but they might even gain the power to challenge the swordsman Mihawk himself.

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After the second round of group stages, the sect disciples were ranked directly based on their number of wins. Among them, the top thirty-two advanced to the last elimination round, set to take place in the prestigious Main Sword Discourse Arena. Those ranked between thirty-three and one hundred, along with those below one hundredth, were assigned to different secondary arenas for ranking battles within their tiers. 

The elimination round marked the climax of the Ranking Tournament. It was the pinnacle of the event, showcasing the undisputed strongest thirty-two participants out of over fifteen hundred competitors. These were the prodigies, the paragons of the Blue Wind Empire's younger generation, whose strength and skill set them apart. 

Despite featuring only thirty-two fighters, the elimination round spanned five days, longer than any group stage. Unlike the smaller Sword Discourse Arenas used earlier, the battles now took place on the grand Main Sword Discourse Arena—a colossal stage befitting such high-stakes duels. 

By the time dawn broke the next morning, the atmosphere around the Sword Discourse Arena was electric. The Heavenly Sword Villa was alive with excitement, filled with the murmurs of eager spectators and the sharp focus of warriors preparing for battle. 

The final chapter of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament had begun—the Round of Thirty-Two was here. The empire watched with bated breath as the stage was set for these elite disciples to prove their mettle.

As Yun Che's party disembarked from the Imperial Family Ark, their arrival immediately drew attention. Among them was Lin Yueru, now clad in the striking attire of the Imperial Protector of Princess Cang Yue. Her regal outfit, embroidered with intricate designs and flowing with elegance, caught the eyes of many—even her own sect members couldn't help but marvel at her transformation. 

Trailing behind Yun Che were Retsu, Cang Yue, Mio, and Nemu, while Xue Ling escorted the Emperor with a dignified air. Cang Yue couldn't help but smirk as she noticed the new katana resting on Xue Ling's hip. Her amusement was evident as she teased, "Ufuu… someone has a new sword." 

Xue Ling flushed, her hand instinctively brushing against the blade's hilt. "I… yes… a courtesy from your master," she admitted softly. 

Cang Yue grinned knowingly. "I told you he would accompany you. Did you enjoy your sweet time with 'Papa'?" she teased, her voice light and playful. 

"Yue'er!" Xue Ling's cheeks turned crimson, and she stammered in embarrassment. 

"Ehee… Haha was like a tomato last night!" Nezuko chimed in, giggling mischievously. 

"Nezuko!" Xue Ling ruffled the child's hair affectionately, though her blush didn't fade. 

Lin Yueru, meanwhile, was trying to grasp the situation. She found herself standing among legends and enigmas, not least of which was Nezuko—the so-called Heaven's Child, a five-year-old with a Peak Sky Profound Realm aura. Before Lin Yueru could speak further, the Frozen Cloud Asgard Party passed by. 

Gong Yuxian led Xia Qingyue and the other participants forward in composed silence, her regal aura commanding respect. Meanwhile, Chu Yueli and her sister lingered, taking a moment to greet the Blue Wind Imperial Family. 

Cang Wanhe, accompanied by his soldiers, moved ahead with poise, while Xue Ling remained behind alongside Yun Che's party. Shortly after, Yuanba, Mai, and Mei joined them, blending seamlessly into the group. 

The party patiently waited for the ark to pass the southern zone. When the timing was right, Yuanba flew the sisters to the ark, hitching a ride to the tournament grounds. As one of the top 32 participants, it was only natural for Yuanba to accompany them, though the casual ease of his arrival drew curious glances from the onlookers.

"Ah!.. Mama!" Nezuko suddenly squealed, darting into Chu Yueli's arms. 

"Nezuko, ready to follow Mama again?" Chu Yueli asked warmly, hugging her tightly. 

"Hnnn…" Nezuko nodded, her happiness radiating as she clung to her. 

Chu Yueli glanced at Xue Ling, her expression one of triumph. "Tough luck, Lady Xue—" Her words froze mid-sentence as her gaze fell upon the black-gold sword at Xue Ling's hip. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, where did you get that sword?" 

Xue Ling smirked, her confidence unmistakable. "Ohoo… I got it from him." 

"Him?! Did he come by last night?" Chu Yueli's voice was incredulous. The idea that Mihawk had visited without her knowing seemed unthinkable. 

"Why yes," Xue Ling replied, her tone laced with pride. "He came to see Nezuko. My previous sword was broken due to… circumstances. He gave me this—one of the 50 Skillful Grade Swords. He called it Yubashiri or Snow Chaser" 

Chu Yueli's shock was evident, her grip tightening on Nezuko as she processed the revelation. The legendary swordsman had not only visited but had gifted Xue Ling a masterpiece. Her feelings were a mix of astonishment, jealousy, and grudging respect.

Chu Yueli silently gritted her teeth, her frustration boiling beneath her composed exterior. Other than her and his disciple, Cang Yue, the fact that Xue Ling had received a special gift from Mihawk stung deeply. Meanwhile, Little Fairy, who had spent the most time with the enigmatic swordsman or his real identity, felt a strong urge to throttle her rascal for his apparent favoritism. She shot Yun Che a chillingly sweet smile, one that sent a shiver down his spine. He quickly averted his gaze and whistled nonchalantly, trying to escape the brewing storm, while the others giggled at his plight. 

"I guess you're not the only one he's graced with a fine blade," Xue Ling remarked with a smirk, her tone dripping with satisfaction. 

"You…" Chu Yueli's voice trembled, more from jealousy than anger—not because of the sword itself, but because she hadn't had the chance to meet Mihawk at all. 

Chu Yueli's jealous anger began to melt away as Nezuko poked her cheek with a cheerful smile, her innocence cutting through the tense emotions. Chu Yueli let out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. 

Still, a determined resolve flickered in her eyes as she glanced at Xue Ling. She knew she needed to prove, both to herself and to others, that Nezuko and Mihawk belonged by her side.

Xue Ling leaned in slightly, her smirk growing wider. "You can have Nezuko for today. I guess I managed to spend some quality time with both of them last night." Her words were pointed, clearly meant to provoke. 

"Tsk…" Chu Yueli's jealous aura became almost tangible, her frustration written all over her face. 

"Li'er…" Little Fairy sighed, stepping in to try and diffuse the situation. "Calm yourself." 

"Yes…" Chu Yueli nodded, though her jealousy didn't subside. The fact that she had spent so much effort searching for Mihawk in the past, only to be beaten to him by Xue Ling, was a bitter pill to swallow. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she made a silent vow. 

"This isn't over," she muttered under her breath as she left with Nezuko and her old sister, her determination sharpening into resolve. One way or another, she would ensure that the next time if she met Mihawk, she'd claim not just his time but perhaps something even greater.

"He sends his regards," Xue Ling said softly, her voice carrying a hint of jealousy.

Chu Yueli halted mid-step and turned around, her usually serene eyes widening in surprise.

"He… what?" she asked, her tone laced with disbelief.

Xue Ling twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, her cheeks tinged with pink. Despite her feelings, she dutifully delivered the message. "He sends his thanks and regards—for caring for Nezuko and protecting Yue'er when she needed it."

Chu Yueli's breath hitched, and she took a tentative step closer. "He... knew?"

Nezuko, nestled securely in Chu Yueli's arms, nodded with a bright smile. "Papa's watching from the distance, Mama."

Xue Ling, now blushing, looked away with a shy smile.

Chu Yueli's face flushed as well. She gently pulled Nezuko closer, holding her like a cherished teddy bear, trying to hide her growing embarrassment. "I… see. Thank you for telling me, Xue Ling."

As they resumed their walk, Nezuko giggled, her voice filled with childlike glee. "Mama is like a strawberry! Haha is a tomato!"

Chu Yueli couldn't help but laugh softly. "Yes, dear… a strawberry," she replied with a tender smile, her heart unexpectedly lighter.

Yun Che sweatdropped, his mind racing with panic. How was he supposed to get himself out of this situation in the future? The two women before him, Xue Ling and Chu Yueli each with their own interests in Mihawk. If they ever figured out that the Mihawk they admired, loved, and perhaps even fantasized about was actually him, he might be in deep trouble.

His thoughts spiraled as he glanced nervously between the jealous Chu Yueli, the smug Xue Ling, and the calm but watchful Little Fairy. The tension in the air was palpable. With every passing second, Yun Che felt like the walls were closing in on him. He could practically feel the weight of their gaze, each woman silently measuring him up, waiting for the truth to come out.

"Why did I get myself into this mess?" Yun Che thought, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he tried to think of a way to avoid the inevitable confrontation. He knew sooner or later the truth would come out, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the charade.

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Thud… Thud… Thud… 

The rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed through the arena, silencing the clamor of the crowd. Heads turned as a mysterious figure entered the arena zone. A woman, her presence commanding attention with every graceful step she took. She wore a large bonnet hat that veiled her face entirely, leaving her expression obscured and fueling curiosity. 

What truly drew gasps and murmurs, however, was her attire—an ancient European-style outfit, elegant yet alien to the Blue Wind Empire. Flowing fabric clung to her tall, statuesque frame, her waist-length hair swaying like a silken curtain behind her. Her height surpassed that of most women and even the majority of men present, her regal bearing like that of a noble swan. 

The spectators were torn between awe and unease. Men couldn't take their eyes off her, captivated by her graceful movements and enigmatic presence, while women gazed at her with wary glances and whispered envy. 

Those affiliated with Yun Che recognized her immediately, even if her face remained hidden behind a veiled bonnet. Her striking figure had already become the subject of hushed rumors. Today, her arrival had a single purpose, her steps deliberate as she scanned the crowd before locking her attention on a familiar group. She approached without hesitation. 

She emerged at the request of her master the night before, stepping into the world with a newfound purpose. Yoru, the elder sister sword, had taken on a physical form to experience the real world alongside him. Her younger counterpart, Nezuko, had already ventured out, and now it was her turn.

Yoru carried herself with an air of grace and quiet authority, embodying the wisdom and power that came with her identity. Unlike Nezuko's playful energy, Yoru exuded calm determination, every movement a testament to her unyielding resolve.

When Yoru reached them, she stopped gracefully and bowed slightly—a gesture of respect that seemed humble yet carried an unmistakable air of authority. The subtle movement captivated the surrounding crowd, though her true focus was on Yun Che and his companions. 

Through the mental link, her voice resonated softly in Yun Che's mind, calm yet filled with quiet reverence. "Master, I have completed the task you entrusted to me. The time I spent in the real world was… enlightening."

"Sorry it started with a fight. I could only ask for your help without arousing suspicion," Yun Che explained through their link, his tone filled with gratitude and a touch of guilt. 

"Well, I had fun. Thank you for letting me out," Yoru replied, nodding gracefully. She turned slightly, preparing to return to his inner world, but Yun Che raised a hand to stop her. 

"Why don't you stay for a moment?" he suggested, his voice soft but insistent. "Attend the tournament with us. I've prepared an origin story for you, just in case anyone asks where you came from. I can't exactly have you telling people you're my Black Sword's origin spirit." 

Yoru paused, her veiled face tilting slightly in consideration. "Hai, I'll try to fit into the fabricated story you've crafted for me," she agreed, her tone carrying a hint of amusement at the idea. 

"Thank you," Yun Che sighed, relieved. "Just… try not to attract too much attention, alright?" 

Yoru smirked beneath her veil. "No promises, Master."

She glanced briefly at the others, her veiled face obscuring any visible emotion. Yoru had accepted the background Yun Che crafted for her—a practical guise as Mihawk's Black Blade disciple. It was a role designed to explain her presence and power, as well as to mask any suspicion if her sword form were ever revealed in public, given its striking resemblance to Mihawk's weapon. 

Though she had secretly hoped for a more intimate connection in the fabricated story, Yoru accepted the necessity of her role without complaint. Now, as she stood before them, she embodied her assigned identity fully: Mihawk's disciple, Yoru. The guise was perfect, seamless, and, above all, essential for her presence in this unfamiliar world.

Then, aloud, she greeted those before her with a graceful nod. "Greetings." 

Everyone froze, their eyes darting between her and Yun Che. 

Mai and Mei, alongside Yuanba, stood in stunned silence as they took in Yoru's imposing figure. Her towering height, combined with her enigmatic presence and the unusual elegance of her attire, left them momentarily speechless. It reminded them of the initial reactions they'd had upon seeing Yun Che's modernized adventurer outfit, Retsu and Mio's traditional kimonos, and Nemu's priestess garb. 

"That big sister is really tall," Mei finally whispered, her eyes wide with awe. 

"She sure is," Yuanba muttered, unable to tear his gaze away. 

A sharp pinch on his arm snapped him back to reality. "Ow!" Yuanba exclaimed, turning to find Mai glaring at him, her cheeks puffed in a pout. 

"Talking about someone behind their back, that's rude," Mai scolded, crossing her arms in a huff. She avoided meeting his gaze, hiding her embarrassment behind a stern expression. 

Retsu smiled softly, her calm expression mirrored by Nemu and Mio. The three clearly knew Yoru's real identity, though they chose to remain silent, their understanding shared through subtle glances. 

Cang Yue, who had met Yoru earlier that morning, was also privy to the truth. However, the complexity of Yoru's existence necessitated discretion. Aside from Yoruko, she now knows Yun Che had another sword spirit which represents his black sword. 

To avoid suspicion and protect her true nature, Cang Yue had been given a carefully crafted, fabricated background to explain Yoru's presence. It was a story designed to blend seamlessly with Yun Che's own narrative and Mihawk's reputation, ensuring that Yoru's extraordinary strength and mysterious demeanor raised no questions among outsiders. 

Now, standing alongside Yun Che and the others, Yoru maintained her composed elegance, her veiled presence adding an enigmatic layer to the group. Cang Yue glanced at her briefly, a silent acknowledgment of their shared secret, before returning her focus to the unfolding events.

"Who… is this?" Xue Ling asked warily, her sharp gaze locked onto the enigmatic figure. 

"Ah, big sis, this is Yoru," Cang Yue interjected quickly, recovering from her surprise. She remembered the cover story Yun Che had prepared for this exact moment. "Master's first disciple." 

Cang Yue's introduction seemed to ease the tension in the air, but Xue Ling's wariness lingered. Her sharp eyes scanned Yoru from head to toe, taking in her graceful composure and veiled visage. Lin Yueru, though stepping aside to let Yoru approach, kept her hand hovering near her weapon, ready for any sudden movement. 

Yoru inclined her head slightly, acknowledging their scrutiny without any sign of discomfort. Her presence was magnetic, exuding a quiet strength that felt like an impenetrable wall, yet carried a sense of unwavering devotion to Yun Che. 

"Disciple? Another one, just like you?" Xue Ling finally spoke, her voice edged with curiosity and caution. It wasn't a question; it was an observation, tinged with disbelief. Cang Yue had never mentioned Mihawk having another disciple. 

Cang Yue gave a soft laugh, quickly adapting to the situation. "Ah, no… she's different. Yoru is the inheritor of Master's Black Blade Style, while I only practice his Three Sword Style. Her fighting is… more like Master's own." 

Xue Ling raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "The Black Blade Style, you say? Then she must be…" She trailed off, letting her gaze linger on Yoru's veiled figure. 

Yoru, for her part, remained silent, her posture unwavering. It was clear that her presence alone was answer enough.

"Yes, she's the only one who can use Master's Black Blade. She even has her own black blade," Cang Yue explained smoothly, her voice steady as she adhered to the script Yun Che had provided. 

Xue Ling swallowed hard. The thought lingered in her mind: if this woman was Mihawk's disciple, and if she possessed even a fraction of his skills, then her power was surely terrifying. What she had witnessed from Cang Yue's master was already extraordinary—what would this disciple be capable of? 

"All of you know her?" Xue Ling asked, her tone carrying a hint of wariness that hadn't left since last night's incident. Her sharp eyes scanned Yoru as if trying to see past her composed facade. 

"Kind of," Yun Che replied with a smirk. "We met her when Little Yue was training with the swordsman. Let's just say she's… exceptionally powerful." He deliberately kept it vague, revealing just enough to pique curiosity while maintaining Yoru's fabricated story. 

"How old is she?" Xue Ling inquired, her voice tentative but curious as someone so young is really powerful. 

Yoru inclined her head slightly before responding in a calm and practiced tone, following the narrative seamlessly. "I am 24 years old, Lady Xue Ling. I was 19 when I met Nezuko with Master. I helped raise her, and we share a sisterly bond." 

The mention of Nezuko—a detail woven into her fabricated backstory—added a personal touch that disarmed suspicion. Lin Yueru still seemed cautious, but the rest of the group appeared more accepting. Yoru's elegant composure and measured words helped solidify her place within their circle, even as she remained an enigma.

Yoru seamlessly blended into the Blue Wind Imperial Family's group, her composed demeanor earning respect. After graciously accepting tea from Retsu and briefly removing her large sun hat, she revealed striking beauty that caught Yuanba off guard—only for Mai to swiftly pinch him for staring too long. 

Xue Ling widened her eyes in surprise as her gaze fell upon Yoru. All this time, the woman had remained somewhat of an enigma, but now her true appearance—a striking, mature beauty—left everyone in awe. 

Even Lin Yueru couldn't hide the twinge of jealousy stirring within her. Not only did Retsu, Mio, and Nemu possess unparalleled beauty that surpassed her own, but now another breathtaking individual had joined their group. 

Her thoughts wandered to Nezuko, realizing that once she matured, even she would likely grow into an extraordinary beauty. The realization was both humbling and slightly vexing, as it seemed the group was brimming with dazzling presences that overshadowed her own.

Despite her polite interaction, Yoru's gaze occasionally drifted upward. With permission, she excused herself and ascended to the high observation tower, settling gracefully on the roof for a panoramic view of the arena.

From below, Nezuko noticed her "Onee-chan" and couldn't resist flying up to join her. Yoru welcomed the little spirit with open arms, cradling her affectionately before letting her fly around playfully. 

Chu Yueli watched from below, her brows furrowed as Nezuko approached someone she had never seen before—a woman shrouded in mystery, exuding an aura of quiet elegance. With her face partially concealed by a large sun hat, the enigmatic figure radiated an untouchable presence that drew every eye in the arena. 

Jealousy flickered in Chu Yueli's heart as she observed the apparent closeness between Nezuko and this stranger. As if worrying about Xue Ling wasn't enough, now another woman had entered Nezuko's circle. The sight of their warm exchange left Chu Yueli feeling oddly unsettled. 

After what felt like an eternity, Nezuko finally bid the woman goodbye, her demeanor as composed as ever, and returned to Chu Yueli's side. Curiosity gnawed at her, not just her own but that of everyone present. 

Little Fairy, ever observant, mused that the woman might be another of Yun Che's enigmatic sword spirits since she is well aware of the sword spirit Yoruko inside Cang Yue's alternate self, Nezuko. Meanwhile, Gong Yuxian studied the stranger intently, wondering who could possibly command such familiarity with Nezuko, the elusive Heaven's Child. 

Unable to hold back, Chu Yueli turned to Nezuko, her voice low but laden with curiosity and concern. "Nezuko, who is that woman? Why did you fly to her?" 

"Ano~nee, that's Yoru nee-chan!" Nezuko chirped, her tone cheerful as always. 

"Yoru? Is she your sister?" Chu Yueli blinked, perplexed. She hadn't heard of Nezuko having an older sister, let alone one as strikingly beautiful and skilled. 

Nezuko nodded enthusiastically. "Onee-chan is Onee-chan. Papa taught her how to use his big black sword!" 

Chu Yueli processed the statement, her wariness persisting. "Then she's his disciple? Isn't your big sister Yue also his disciple?" 

Her thoughts swirled as she processed Nezuko's innocent revelations. Mihawk didn't just have one disciple but two—Cang Yue and this mysterious woman, Yoru. The revelation unsettled her; this tall, strikingly beautiful woman carried an aura of grace and authority that seemed far more mature compared to the youthful Cang Yue and the playful Nezuko. 

While her initial reaction leaned toward wariness, Chu Yueli's mind shifted. If this Yoru truly was another of Mihawk's disciples, perhaps she held insights or connections that could bring her closer to him. After all, Cang Yue had seemingly managed to strengthen her bond with Mihawk through her association with Yoru. 

Nezuko tilted her head, pondering for a moment before replying with childlike simplicity. "Don't know… but Papa teaches Yoru nee-chan a lot using that big black sword. Yue Onee-chan uses three swords!" 

Standing nearby, Little Fairy chimed in, her tone calm yet contemplative. "If I were to make an assumption, Li'er, that woman might indeed be Mihawk's disciple, mastering his sword style. Yue'er, on the other hand, inherited his three-sword style." 

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she pieced together the details. While Chu Yueli couldn't confirm her theory, Little Fairy privately suspected the truth—Yoru wasn't merely Mihawk's disciple but the Sword Spirit of her rascal's Black Blade, akin to Nezuko's real driver, Yoruko. She chose to keep her thoughts to herself, for now, unwilling to reveal her information to her sister. 

The crowd below couldn't help but be drawn to the mysterious woman who had suddenly appeared on top of the lookout tower. Her outfit was an enigma, unlike anything they had seen before—elegant yet otherworldly, adorned with intricate designs that spoke of both grace and authority. Her beauty was striking, and her composed demeanor only added to her air of mystery despite covered with her veiled sun hat.

Whispers spread among the onlookers. 

"Who is she?" 

"Another beauty by the Heaven's Child's side? And she just appeared out of nowhere!" 

"She must be someone extraordinary. If she can fly, her cultivation level is definitely beyond what we can fathom." 

"An expert has came to see the tournament!"

Even the Villa officials, usually unshakable in their authority, seemed cautious around her. They tread carefully, stealing glances at the woman, clearly wary of offending someone who might hold immense power. 

Despite the stir she caused, the woman appeared disinterested in the spectacle around her. Her focus was entirely on the tournament, her sharp gaze observing every detail with an almost ethereal calmness. 

"She's not even fazed by the attention," one observer muttered. "Her presence alone is enough to silence a crowd." 

The sense of intrigue around her only deepened as the tournament progressed. Just who was this enigmatic figure, and what connection did she have to the Heaven's Child? 

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Ling Yuefeng maintained a composed demeanor despite the crushing loss of Elder Ling Mu and the villa's elite army, all at the hands of the swordsman, Dracule Mihawk. Beside him, his wife remained silent, her expression uncharacteristically calm. Too calm. Though she still refused to acknowledge him, her rare tranquility unsettled him. He chose to overlook it.

Reports from the few survivors painted a grim picture: the Xiao Sect and the Burning Heaven Clan had suffered the same catastrophic fate. The Blue Wind Imperial Family, under Mihawk's silent protection, was untouchable. If Kuang Long, a fifth-level Emperor Profound Realm master, had been so effortlessly defeated, what hope did the Heavenly Sword Villa have? Ling Yuefeng knew that crossing Xue Ling or her mysterious master was folly.

But time was slipping away. Tonight might be their only chance to act. Seizing Cang Yue was imperative, though fraught with danger. If his father could extract the secrets from her mind in mere moments, the risk might be worth it. Yet, Mihawk's shadow loomed too close for comfort.

Even if they succeeded tonight, the swordsman's wrath would be inescapable. The villa would face annihilation, either as retribution for their success or as punishment for their involvement. Should they fail, the swordsman would undoubtedly demand an explanation from the villa after the tournament, and the outcome would be equally grim. 

Ling Yuefeng understood the stakes. If they succeeded, the swordsman's fury would reduce the villa to rubble. If they failed, it was only a matter of time before he sought vengeance. Either way, the villa's fate was sealed. 

With the swordsman now aware of their actions, evacuation became the only viable option. The sole reason the villa hadn't yet been attacked was likely due to the swordsman's disciple still participating in the tournament. That temporary reprieve wouldn't last. If the plan succeeded tonight, the villa would face obliteration. 

He resolved to act decisively. At the very least, he could ensure his family's escape before the swordsman's inevitable arrival. 

For now, Ling Yuefeng shifted his focus back to the tournament. His sons, Ling Yun and Ling Jie, had successfully advanced to the top 32. Victory there was paramount.

His eyes at the same time eyes the mysterious expert on top of the observation tower. She sat calmly, observing the tournament from her high vantage point, her composure unshaken by the intensity of the battles below. It was as if the chaos beneath her was beneath her notice. Ling Yuefeng couldn't shake the feeling that she was no ordinary observer. 

Turning to his elders, he had firmly instructed them, "Pay her no mind and avoid any action that might provoke her." His tone carried an unusual weight, emphasizing the caution needed. Even as he spoke, however, he couldn't suppress his own curiosity. 

Who was that woman?

Meanwhile, Yun Che and his party observed the unfolding events from the emperor's stand. Among the notable participants were Yun Che himself, Unohana Retsu, Cang Yue, Xia Qingyue, Xia Yuanba, Ling Yun, Ling Jie, and Xiao Kuanglei. Only two factions had emerged from the second round with unblemished records: Frozen Cloud Asgard and the Blue Wind Imperial Family.

The Heavenly Sword Villa had taken a significant blow, losing an elite member. The Xiao Sect's fortunes were even worse, with two of their disciples eliminated. As for the Burning Heaven Clan, their humiliation was complete—they had been relegated to the lower ranks and forced to compete in an almost empty secondary arena, far from the glory of the main stage.

"Complete victory… top thirty-two… Even if you were to place last in tomorrow's elimination rounds, your individual ranking would still be thirty-second…" Qin Wushang could hardly contain himself. It had been ages since his bottom had touched his seat. Excitement coursed through him, making it impossible to sit still. His voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and pride as he raved to his personal disciple, Xia Yuanba. Yun Che and his small party listened, amused by his enthusiasm. At this moment, Qin Wushang felt like he was dreaming, afraid that this exhilarating triumph might not be real. 

The Blue Wind Profound Palace advancing to the round of 32—it was a feat beyond his wildest hopes. If Yuanba managed to avoid the great sects or the Blue Wind Imperial Family in the coming matches, they might progress even further. 

Cang Wanhe shared his joy, though his emotions ran deeper. Watching his daughter fight valiantly alongside her family in the tournament brought tears to his eyes. For years, he had endured the humiliation of his empire's lackluster performances in these tournaments. Now, the sight of Cang Yue standing tall filled him with pride and hope. 

In contrast, Cang Yue herself remained composed. Unlike Qin Wushang and her father, she didn't carry the weight of past disappointments. She hadn't spent years yearning for redemption or battling the bitter taste of failure. But as she stood with Yun Che and Retsu, watching them overcome every opponent with ease, she felt a quiet joy. 

Her heart swelled with pride as she reflected on her journey. The young man she'd first met in New Moon City—the one who defeated Murong Ye and endured embarrassing trials like being tied up by Little Fairy—had risen her to unimaginable heights. A soft smile spread across her face as she recalled those moments, each one a stepping stone leading to this triumphant day. 

Seeing him here, surrounded by Kon, Mio, Retsu, and Nemu, alongside his sword spirits Yoru and Yoruko, filled her with pride and admiration. He had brought Chu Yueli and Chu Yuechan into the fold, elevated Xue Ling to unparalleled heights, and even drawn Lin Yueru to her side. Lin Yueru, who now served as her Imperial Protector, likely wouldn't have been in this role had she not entered the tournament. Yun Che possessed an uncanny ability to gather people, to transform and uplift their fates, weaving them into his journey.

"He is a person who always brings hope, unexpected joy, and miracles," she thought, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Meeting him has been the most fortunate and miraculous encounter of my lifetime."

A soft, radiant smile graced her face as she watched him surrounded by her "flock sisters." He had become the anchor of their lives, the one they all leaned on and trusted. To her, there was no treasure in the world she would trade for him.

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"What an utterly unforeseen outcome. I initially believed I was already overestimating them, but it turns out I greatly underestimated their capabilities. To enter the top thirty-two with such decisive victories—alongside Retsu and Princess Cang Yue, no less—is an achievement without precedent. For True Profound Realm cultivators to reach such heights is historically unparalleled and likely impossible to replicate in the future," Ling Yuefeng lamented with a tone of genuine admiration.

Despite his words of praise, a shadow of regret hung over him. Just two nights ago, he had sent his elite forces to abduct Princess Cang Yue. He had grossly underestimated the resilience of Yun Che's group. Had the events unfolded as planned, the Blue Wind Imperial Family would have been rendered powerless, their representatives declared missing. Yet here they were, triumphant and unyielding.

Nearby, Xuanyuan Yufeng clicked her tongue, silently displeased at her husband's apparent admiration for those he had conspired against.

"Mn," Ling Yun responded with a nod, his gaze fixated on the women accompanying Yun Che—Retsu, her sister Nemu, Mio, and now the mysterious woman seated atop the high observation tower. Another one, he thought bitterly, another beauty drawn to Yun Che's side. He silently resolved to face Yun Che in the round of 32, confident he could defeat him and claim the women for himself.

"His strength is remarkable," Ling Yuefeng continued. "He's reached a level where even Peak Spirit Profound Realm cultivators cannot challenge him. Fen Juebi, for instance, was utterly outmatched. Of course, had he faced you—a true Earth Profound Realm practitioner—his streak would have ended. Yet, even setting that aside, for him to achieve this with just True Profound Realm cultivation… This younger generation will surpass us sooner than we care to admit."

Ling Yuefeng's bitterness was apparent. He had miscalculated not only Yun Che's abilities but also the protective forces around him. Elders and elite soldiers had been lost to unknown assailants and, worse, the infamous swordsman Mihawk. Although Mihawk had not pursued retribution further, Yuefeng knew the reprieve was only temporary. Once the tournament concluded, Mihawk might demand an explanation—and that reckoning would be far less forgiving.

At the same time, Ling Yun was deeply curious. These three individuals—clearly in the True Profound Realm—demonstrated strength far surpassing their cultivation level without any visible modifications.

"Father," Ling Yun began, "to defeat an opponent of a higher level, there are typically three possible reasons. First, one's innate talent in using profound energy might be so high that it doubles their effective strength. Second, their profound arts and techniques might be overwhelmingly superior, crushing their opponent outright. Third, they might possess an extraordinary innate gift—divine strength, a hardened body, sharp perception, or other unique traits. Most cases involve crushingly strong profound arts and techniques. Can you discern what kind of profound art they're using?"

Ling Yun's tone was cautious as he pondered Yun Che's fiery leg techniques, Retsu's weaponized parasol and illusion arts, and Princess Cang Yue's mastery of the three-sword style. These techniques had effortlessly overwhelmed their opponents, leaving him perplexed.

Ling Yuefeng shook his head with a furrowed brow. "I cannot decipher their profound arts. Whether it's their freestyle martial techniques or their weapons, the profound energy they emit is calm and direct. It feels like pure profound energy, devoid of any art or embellishment. Yet, the strength of this energy exceeds the limits of the True Profound Realm by a wide margin. To witness such domination across such a vast gap in cultivation is a first for me."

Ling Yun's surprise was evident. It was the first time he had seen his father display such intrigue about a group of young cultivators. Ling Yuefeng, meanwhile, was deep in thought.

"If I can uncover their methods tonight—especially Yun Che's power and Princess Cang Yue's techniques—we might unlock their secrets. And that parasol wielded by Retsu… if we can obtain it, it could reveal even more. Tonight, we act," Ling Yuefeng resolved silently.

Beside him, Xuanyuan Yufeng observed her husband's determination with a faint smirk. She had her own plans, and if she intended to succeed, she needed to move faster. Without a word, she rose and motioned for her attendant to follow. Before Ling Yuefeng could speak, she had already disappeared from sight.

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An enormous profound display illuminated the center of the Main Sword Discourse Arena, showcasing the names of the thirty-two participants who had advanced to the Round of Thirty-Two alongside their respective sects. Among these names, the entire Blue Wind Imperial Family stood prominently, alongside representatives from Frozen Cloud Asgard, Heavenly Sword Villa—Ling Yun and Ling Jie—and Xiao Kuanglei of the Xiao Sect. However, conspicuously absent from the list were members of the Burning Heaven Clan.

"Hmph, the Burning Heaven Clan isn't so mighty anymore. I'm rooting for the Imperial Family."

"They can't even show their faces now. What a joke."

"Their reign as one of the Four Great Sects is over!"

The jeering was relentless, a stark reminder of how swiftly public opinion could turn. The Burning Heaven Clan's humiliating failure to advance to the Round of Thirty-Two shattered their image of dominance. For the first time in the history of the Ranking Tournament, their position among the Four Great Sects had been usurped, and the Blue Wind Imperial Family now stood in their place.

This was no ordinary shift; it was unprecedented. For years, the final stage of the tournament had earned the nickname "Four Major Sect Showdown," an epithet that reflected the near-inevitable presence of the Four Great Sects in the top tier. But this year, that narrative had changed, signaling a profound upheaval in the status quo.

With the Blue Wind Imperial Family breaking into the upper echelon, the balance of power had begun to shift, and the future of the tournament—and the sects themselves—was now more uncertain than ever.

"I wonder what that Yun Che will do this time?" someone in the crowd mused, their curiosity piqued after witnessing his performance the previous day. His unconventional fighting style, especially his use of mysterious music as a peculiar accompaniment, had left the audience both baffled and mesmerized. The lyrics of the song were incomprehensible by every person in the arena, yet the spectacle of his battle against Fen Juebi felt more like an artistic performance than a traditional fight.

Now, the anticipation was palpable. People eagerly speculated about what kind of spectacle Yun Che would deliver next. Would he unveil another surprising technique? Would Princess Cang Yue showcase a new sword style? Or perhaps Unohana Retsu would reveal a fresh use for her enigmatic parasol weapon? The crowd buzzed with excitement, their imaginations running wild as they awaited the next match.

"I never imagined, not even in my dreams, that there would be a day when the name of our Blue Wind Imperial Family would appear here." Cang Wanhe's gaze remained fixed on the enormous profound display in the arena, his expression filled with reverence. His excitement had kept him awake through the night, during which he eagerly strategized for Cang Yue. Yet, his daughter had dismissed his plans, brimming with confidence in her own strength. His enthusiasm persisted as he arrived at the arena early in the morning, unable to suppress his elation.

Qin Wushang shared his sentiments as he spotted Xia Yuanba's name among the top thirty-two. The Blue Wind Profound Palace's inclusion was a personal triumph for him, filling him with pride. Brimming with joy, he offered Xia Yuanba numerous pieces of advice. However, the younger man seemed only half-attentive, distracted by his thoughts of Mai.

Each name engraved on the profound stone carried greater weight than the last, and the accompanying sect names were equally awe-inspiring. Despite his pride, Qin Wushang was pragmatic. He believed Xia Yuanba's journey in the Ranking Tournament might end here unless fortune allowed him to face an evenly matched opponent. If Yuanba were pitted against the other members of the Blue Wind Imperial Family, the clash would reveal his true potential. Yet, even if Xia Yuanba lost in the first round, the achievements of the Blue Wind Profound Palace already exceeded expectations. There was little left to desire.

As for Yun Che and his group, Qin Wushang expected them to surpass all expectations after hearing tales of Yun Che's older brother's exploits.

"Participating disciples of the Round of Thirty-Two, please come to the stage and draw lots for the battle order!"

The announcement echoed across the arena. Standing at the forefront of the stage was Ling Wugou, the sole judge presiding over the Round of Thirty-Two. Following his authoritative command, the thirty-two participants ascended the stage one by one, each drawing their battle number with a mixture of tension and anticipation.

Each participant stepped forward to draw their lot, their expressions ranging from eager anticipation to quiet nerves.

Retsu approached calmly and picked her plate. Engraved on it was the number 15.

Cang Yue followed, her poise unshaken. Her plate revealed the number 9.

When it was Yun Che's turn, he drew his lot with a confident smile. However, his smile wavered as he saw the number. 32.

Cang Yue took the plate from his hand, her eyes widening slightly as she confirmed it. "Thirty-two," she murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Yun Che let out a resigned sigh, scratching the back of his head. "Dang… I was hoping to go first, but instead, I got last. Guess the original story didn't side with me this time."

Retsu chuckled softly beneath her veiled hat, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ufuu… you'll just have to wait for our matches to finish. Think of it as building suspense."

Cang Yue gave him an encouraging smile. "Don't be discouraged, Che'er. The time will fly by, and then it'll be your turn to shine!"

Meanwhile, Xia Qingyue stepped forward, her expression serene as she drew her lot. The number she revealed caused a stir. 1.

It was a twist of fate. Yun Che's original number had now fallen to Xia Qingyue, ensuring her match would open the round.

Xia Yuanba revealed his lot: 20. He turned to Yun Che with an enthusiastic grin. "Boss! We might meet soon enough."

Yun Che sighed, rubbing his temples. "Right… Haa… What am I supposed to do until then? From the original first match to the very last… This is going to be such a pain." He glanced at his lot again and muttered, "Hopefully, my opponent won't be a disappointment."

As they returned to the Imperial seating zone, Mai and Mei busied themselves alongside Mio and Nemu, setting up a lavish spread of food. Lin Yueru, initially hesitant and reserved, found herself easing into the group's dynamic. The warmth and antics of the other girls quickly helped her shed her nervousness, and soon, she was laughing and chatting with them as if they had always been friends.

Her status as Cang Yue's Imperial Protector was acknowledged and respected by the others, with many expressing their admiration for her dedication and skills. Lin Yueru, in turn, felt a growing sense of belonging she hadn't expected beside Cang Yue.

When Cang Yue casually mentioned that Kon had somehow survived his supposed demise, Lin Yueru's demeanor shifted instantly. She sought him out and, upon finding his plushy form, delivered a thorough beating for his past peeping transgressions. 

"Serves you right!" she huffed, disgusted by his gleeful expression even as she pummeled him. "Do you enjoy being beaten up or something?" 

"Every hit from a beauty like you is a blessing!" Kon responded with a shameless grin, earning another round of punishment. 

As the laughter and chatter continued, Yun Che arrived at the seating zone, his usual confident stride evident. Lin Yueru's expression hardened slightly, and she turned away, resolutely ignoring him. 

Despite knowing the truth about him and clearing up past misunderstandings, Yueru couldn't shake her lingering frustration. To her, Yun Che still bore the weight of his actions, whether intentional or not, and she wasn't ready to let it slide just yet. 

Yun Che noticed her reaction but said nothing, simply taking his seat with a sigh. "One step at a time," he muttered under his breath, glancing at the lively group around him. At least the rest of the girls seemed to be in high spirits, which gave him some relief.

As Yuanba returned to the Imperial Zone, Qin Wushang approached him with a mixture of pride and concern.

"Yuanba, it's already very impressive that you've made it into the Round of Thirty-Two," Qin Wushang began, his tone encouraging yet cautious. "But remember, from here on out, every opponent will be extraordinary. Especially the disciples from the Four Major Sects—you've never faced them before and don't know just how fearsome they can be."

He paused, looking Yuanba in the eye. "So, if you feel that you cannot win, surrendering early is not shameful. You've already achieved a miracle that has shocked the audience. There's no need to overexert yourself or risk unnecessary injuries. Reaching this stage is enough for this year. The next Ranking Tournament will be your true time to shine."

Xia Yuanba nodded solemnly. "Palace Chief Qin, don't worry. I'll advance when it's appropriate, and I'll retreat if I need to. I won't act recklessly."

"That's good." Qin Wushang's stern expression softened into a smile.

Mai chimed in with a bright smile, "You can do this, Yuanba! Get a good ranking for the palace and do your best!"

"Will do, Mai!" Yuanba responded cheerfully, his enthusiasm palpable.

Qin Wushang observed the interaction and sighed. "It seems he listens to that girl more than he listens to me."

Yun Che chuckled, patting Qin Wushang on the back. "Give it a rest, Palace Chief. Yuanba doesn't do things halfway, especially when it's for someone he cares about."

"I just wish he'd channel that enthusiasm for the palace," Qin Wushang muttered wistfully.

"Oh, he will," Yun Che replied with a knowing grin. "Just… after he's channeled it for her first."

"To think an ordinary girl like her can sway him like this…" Qin Wushang sighed, shaking his head as he walked off.

Clutching his number plate tightly, Yun Che's gaze fixed on the grand, imposing Sword Discourse Arena before him. The rows upon rows of spectators radiated an array of emotions—anticipation, envy, doubt, and curiosity. Yet, amidst the sea of piercing gazes, Yun Che's mind was calm, his resolve unwavering.

For Xia Yuanba, this round might not yet mark the grand beginning Qin Wushang envisioned. But for him and his companions, this moment wasn't merely another step forward.

It was the true beginning.