NOVEL NEXT Chapter 313 Mad Woman
Chen Xuantian opened his eyes and suddenly sat up.
"Damn! Kicked me offline again! Can we still enjoy playing together or not!"
After shouting, he realized that he hadn't actually 'woken up'.
This was the Primordial Spirit dormitory, not the communications base.
What's going on, why did he suddenly black out?
"Flap flap!"
"What the heck is this!"
Suddenly, a Black Hawk flew onto the bed, almost scaring Chen Xuantian into jumping up.
The hawk rolled its eyes at him, expressing speechlessness, then tossed over a laptop with its claws.
"...Er, Kun? How did you grow so big, weren't you a chick before..."
Chen Xuantian felt his mind in chaos, seeing fleeting images as if he remembered a lot, but couldn't recall anything specific at the moment.
"Tap tap tap."
The hawk's claws impatiently tapped on the computer, flapping its wings at his face.
"Alright, alright, I know, I'll watch! Seriously, you've grown up to be so grumpy..."
Chen Xuantian had no choice but to open the computer, watching animated films and fast-forwarding through lost memory fragments.
Well...
In short, he died again.
He blocked a disaster for Tie Dan, and now by reading the progress save through string, using the skin model left in the dorm to print a new body, who knows how many generations of Chen Xuantian this was.
However, for Chen Xuantian himself, it was like a dream. As the movie fast-forwarded, past experiences, memories, and knowledge flashed by, refreshing in his memory, quickly reaching the movie's ending part, his death scene.
The final duel with Zhu Ming Sword Lord. Of course, this ending was a bit long, taking up a full ten years.
Yes, the fights Tie Dan skipped were played directly by Chen Xuantian, after all, Chen Xuantian isn't a Sword Sect disciple, he's the Blood God's Son, naturally, Zhu Ming Sword Lord wouldn't actively pass the sword on. Initially, he didn't have the ability to break the Zhu Ming Sword Formation either.
So Chen Xuantian repeatedly tried, at times studying the Taiyin Body in the Immortal Tomb, and at times breaking through the Zhu Ming Sword Formation, practicing his skills repeatedly over ten years, finally mastering the Divine Sect's Secret Techniques, defeating the opponent with a move learned stealthily, the Blood Talisman Divine Sword, even seizing Zhu Ming's Treasure Sword as a temporary Dao Body.
Uh, yes, defeated him.
Until now everything seemed normal, but afterward, when Chen Xuantian was collecting the body of that former senior of the Kaiyang Sword Sect, suddenly a demonic remnant thought from the bones attempted to seize the body, infiltrating and assimilating Chen Xuantian's Primordial Spirit.
So Chen Xuantian decisively used the Blood Demon Disintegration Technique to self-destruct, directly sacrificing a diversion, meanwhile heavily wounding the Heavenly Demon Remnant Soul, sealing it in the treasure sword instead.
"You guys planned this from the beginning..."
Chen Xuantian wasn't stupid, what's more, the newly remade version wasn't just some college kid interested in basketball and pecs.
Instead, having shut away for ten years on Kongsang Mountain, then ten years of rigorous practice in the Immortal Tomb, breaking through sword formations, the Blood God's Son naturally could see through the plan.
"That Void Heavenly Demon was originally attached to the remains of the Kaiyang Sword Master. If you want the Immortal Fate Sword Legacy, you must be invaded by the demon.
This demon would instantly annihilate the Primordial Spirit of anyone up to the Divinity Transformation Level, no matter how much Tie Dan hacks, he could not overcome this calamity.
So if I didn't sacrifice a diversion to block and die, he wouldn't get the sword legacy of the Kaiyang Lineage..."
Chen Xuantian looked at the hawk, which didn't respond, accepting the situation,
"Then what does that Grandmaster Pao Pao instruct next? Where does he want me to play hero and die again?"
The hawk flapped its wings, pointed to the cupboard, indication to leave, I'll take you to see.
Chen Xuantian didn't resist either, after all, reaching this stage, even if he couldn't calculate, he could guess that both Tie Dan and himself were pawns in someone's scheme, an arrangement behind the scenes.
People pass you 'My Sword', send their disciple Kun to guide, do you really think it's for fun? Surely they have another plan, to use you at a critical moment.
But it doesn't matter, looking at these eerie secret techniques, as long as Tie Dan is alive, even if his Primordial Spirit self-destructs, he can resurrect using Skin Print, close his eyes, and wake up in the dormitory anytime.
So Chen Xuantian skillfully peeled the skin, stored it in the cupboard, then transformed into a Blood Shadow, following the eagle out. He was grabbed by the eagle's claws under the ribs, flying into the void.
This Kun, having grown into an eagle, flew quite fast, traversing the misty Void Abyss in an instant, the sky opened up, arriving at a new round of the theater.
And this round's stage, only to see the whole mountain with red leaves, layers of forests soaking, incredibly familiar scenery, like déjà vu, as if returned to yesterday.
"Since so, this ancestral sword fate, I'll concede to cousin Shen Jianjia. I, on behalf of the sword fight, enter the mountain!
I won't rely on any magic treasure to bully, just ask Sword Sect, to see the real skill of this marquis!"
Chen Xuantian followed the voice, only to see in the Fenglin, clearly standing there were Senior Brother Yue with Big and Small Eyes, the Young Master in a fur-lined robe with a treasure sword, a confused Shen Jianjia, and Tie Dan snarling like a young wolf or beast. Uh, at this time he should still be called Gou Dan...
No! Isn't this 'yesterday'?
"I bear deep-seated hatred, carry the expectations of my parents, must bring glory to the Luu Family's name, cannot disgrace the reputation of the Marquis Mansion. This time, I have no choice but to rely on skill diligently trained, to seize your opportunity..."
Chen Xuantian snapped back, only to see the Young Master fling aside his raincoat, discard his fur-lined robe, shaking the two-foot-seven, thin as a cicada's wing, brilliant as a star treasure sword divine soldier in his hand, hearing a sword hum like a dragon's roar, sword energy like condensed mist, carrying a sharp sword aura, heading towards the dog den with Gou Dan.