My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 671 - 442 A Thought of Trivial Dust Wu Buxu (Combined - s)

Exiting the cavern, the three women passed through the spine-chilling gorge, the mountain peak now impossibly near.

The Sword Intent grew increasingly intense, wild and turbulent, its ferocity scattering fallen leaves across the ground. Not only could Lu Ying clearly see the wind lines, but Min Ning too vaguely perceived the white wind lines formed by the Sword Intent.

Min Ning's breath quickened. From the moment she had stepped into this Secret Realm, she sensed the particularly lively and sentient Sword Intent here. No wonder Bai Fuzi desired to forge a Sword Orb from it; judging from its strength, the Sword Orb condensed from this intent would indeed be indestructible.

The dense ocean of clouds pressed heavily against the mountain peak. Thunder had not subsided, and colossal bolts of lightning descended from the sky, resembling giant pillars. The Sword Intent grew increasingly erratic and restless, as if awaiting the arrival of someone.

Was it Wu Buxu?

Min Ning did not know. She only felt an inexplicable thrill stir within her.

At that instant, on the mountain trail, Yin Weiyin suddenly halted, raising the Peach Wood Sword forward.

Min Ning felt puzzled.

A moment later, her confusion dissipated.

Before her, the scenery rippled like water disturbed by a touch. Rings of water radiated outward, revealing amidst the watery mirror two figures in yellow and purple daoist robes stepping forth from thin air.

One held a treasure umbrella, the other an ancient sword.

Their bearing exuded an otherworldly aura, as though celestial beings from a painting, starkly contrasting with the darkened sky overhead. Around them, faint glimmers of waterlight shimmered subtly.

The three women gasped in shock, but before they could grasp the situation—

The figure clutching the ancient sword, identified as Mingdao Yuanjun, gazed at Min Ning and Lu Ying before speaking:

"Wu Buxu, imprisoned here, has awakened because of you two."

The two women were utterly bewildered, but Min Ning sharply realized that the celestial's aura had already begun to envelop them. Thin, faintly purple radiance drifted towards them like smoke.

Min Ning drew her sword from its sheath.

"One Breath Wind Cloud, Sword Splits Three Lights"—the eight-character sword inscription radiated an imposing aura. As the purple energy approached, it froze in fear, halting like a venomous snake recoiling.

Mingdao Yuanjun uttered a surprised sound.

This sword could actually repel the celestial's protective purple light.

As Mingdao Yuanjun marveled, his companion, Li Zheng Yuanjun, who wielded the treasure umbrella, turned to Yin Weiyin, his voice thundering:

"Taihua Mountain—was it your dream that slaughtered our Chongyang Temple brethren?"

The words struck like a bell against the heart. The immaculate figure of Yin Weiyin, garbed in snow-white, quivered instantly, taking several steps back.

A trace of blood seeped from her brow.

A surge of pain coursed through her Divine Sense, leaving Yin Weiyin pale as a sheet.

Witnessing this, Li Zheng Yuanjun's eyes of brilliant gold betrayed astonishment:

"A mere Core Formation Realm, yet protected by a Nascent Soul's aura… Whether by fortune or talent, such rarity can only be described as extraordinary. Indeed, Taihua Mountain abounds in prodigies."

Yin Weiyin wiped away the blood from her brow, the sharp, tearing agony in her soul lingering. Still, she stood firm where she was.

Li Zheng Yuanjun narrowed his eyes and spoke:

"Yet Taihua Mountain sends such an insignificant junior, not even at Golden Core Realm, thinking to accomplish anything. It seems you've come here in vain."

To his side, Mingdao Yuanjun raised his finger lightly. The ancient sword floated midair, glowing faintly as he murmured:

"Do not delay matters. These three juniors—they are of little consequence. Brother, we should resolve this quickly.

And since these three dared to dream-kill our Chongyang Temple brethren, let's exterminate them on the spot to protect the Dao."

As his words concluded, the surrounding wind seemed to momentarily freeze.

Min Ning acted before she could even think. Sword in hand, she charged forward, intent on slaughtering the two celestial beings!

Her figure nearly vanished as she flashed toward Mingdao Yuanjun, the purple aura surrounding him disintegrating effortlessly under the Wind Cloud Sword's assault. At that moment, Mingdao Yuanjun saw the invisible lightning entwining her sword blade, understanding at last—it had been forged through decades of relentless lightning tempering. No wonder it could pierce the celestial's protective aura.

The blade, sweeping with the wind's momentum, slashed towards him. Mingdao Yuanjun did not retreat but instead inclined backward slightly.

Min Ning's pupils contracted upon seeing the blade slicing clearly through Mingdao Yuanjun at the waist—only for his form to split like mist or smoke, the sword striking nothing but air.

She swung her sword horizontally for another strike.

Mingdao Yuanjun's figure dissolved again before the blade, morphing into floating clouds and vapor. He carried a celestial smile on his face and, curving his fingers in an instant, ignited a blinding radiance from his ancient sword.

A glimmer on the sword tip flared and darted toward Min Ning's brow.

Min Ning sharply turned her head to evade it, but saw the light curve unnaturally in midair to strike her from behind. The ancient sword itself materialized behind her, poised to pierce her straight through.

At this precarious moment, Lu Ying moved. Forming seals with both hands, she pointed at Min Ning from afar, summoning a circle of golden light around her ally.

The golden light met the ancient sword and shredded like paper.

Taking advantage of the brief pause, Min Ning rolled to the side, leapt to her feet, and backed away by several yards.

She spun to attack from the left once more.

Li Zheng Yuanjun twisted the treasure umbrella, tracing a circle to the left with its tip.

With a thunderous sound, Min Ning collided against an invisible wall, her shoulder numb from the shock.

Li Zheng Yuanjun traced another circle to the right, conjuring two walls that closed in from both sides.

But then, a scarred, azure Nascent Soul burst forth from Yin Weiyin's brow, wielding a Magic Sword that shattered the wall on the right.

Min Ning dashed to the right, seizing her chance.

Li Zheng Yuanjun's expression darkened, a mocking smile crossing his lips as he scoffed:

"What a reckless Taichua Goddess, eager to meet her end."

With that, he ignored Min Ning, lifting his foot and stomping heavily in Yin Weiyin's direction.

Yin Weiyin's spirit wavered instantly, her eardrums trembling fiercely, a long-lasting ringing sound drowning everything.

Blood began to seep from her seven orifices.

Still, she gritted her teeth, her swaying figure steadying as she stood tall with the Peach Wood Sword.

Li Zheng Yuanjun continued to sneer coldly, preparing to stomp again.

Meanwhile, Mingdao Yuanjun remained unhurried, effortlessly evading Min Ning's relentless blade strikes, his steps feather-light and untouched by even falling leaves.