【Love Amidst Storms】Episode 4~Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six: Phoenix Rebirth
Wei Wuyai shook his head and sighed, his twin swords, like dragons, suddenly accelerating their attack. The twin swords, one yin and one yang, shone brightly, their light
intertwined with opposing forces of attraction and repulsion, a mysterious and unpredictable phenomenon.
Being enveloped in this enigmatic sword light always instilled a deep sense of powerlessness in the opponent. The interplay of attraction and repulsion
disrupted both blocking and attacking, making each move difficult to execute smoothly and prone to deviation. The
chaotic interplay of these opposing forces was almost unbreakable. The Zheng Tian Pavilion Master, Tian Yuanzi, suffered
a crushing defeat and severe injury under this very attack, a wound from which he has yet to fully recover. Even Lin Fengyu could only manage a draw through sheer, natural skill in his attacks
; perhaps even Wei Wuyai himself couldn't achieve the same. —Except for Ning Nan.
Bright eyes shone like the morning star, revealing
the minute details of the laws governing the sword techniques of the black and white swords. The gravitational and repulsive forces were intertwined like two black and white threads, chaotic yet clearly defined.
Ning Nan saw it clearly; her slender arms, like a bow and arrow, wielded the binding forces of the laws with lightning speed,
unraveling the attraction and repulsion with astonishing precision.
Wei Wuyai nodded secretly, his palms clasped together, rotating around their axes, causing the sword light to accelerate dramatically.
Ning Nan's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she also increased her speed. However, Wei Wuyai's acceleration incorporated many variations. Although she saw everything
clearly, she was no match for her seasoned opponent. When the sword light shattered, deep cuts appeared on her left arm and right shoulder, blood
flowing freely.
"Always just a little bit short!" Despite having the upper hand, Wei Wuyai seemed somewhat disheartened. "Nangong Jianhe
was just a little bit short, his daughter was just a little bit short, and Ning girl, you too! What a pity, what a shame."
Ning Nan gritted her teeth, channeling her true energy to seal her wounds, and said, "What does it matter if our cultivation is
a little weaker? None of us will easily admit defeat. Even if we die, we'll still fight to the death!" Despite being at a disadvantage, their fighting spirit only intensified.
Wei Wuyai inexplicably became excited, saying, "That's true! To be able to break down my killing move to this extent is truly remarkable,
even more impressive than Tian Yuanzi. Is there still hope for your sister Zi'er?"
This question seemed out of the blue, as if he was more concerned about Bu Yefeng's battle than his own. Ning Nan was puzzled, but
that didn't stop her from being full of confidence: "This is Blue Sword Manor, she won't lose so easily. No, she will win!"
"Very good!" Wei Wuyai revealed a mysterious smile and said, "Now you'd better stick close!"
Ning Nan secretly paid attention, but she never expected that Wei Wuyai would abandon her, flap his Yin-Yang Wings, and suddenly crash into the battlefield
where the two armies were fighting. Wherever he passed, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with no one able to withstand a single blow.
Facing the Demon Sect's Great Protector and the traitorous sect master, Ning Nan had no idea what his next move would be. When she came to
her senses, more than ten people had died under Wei Wuyai's sword! Many cultivators from the Divine Continent were caught off guard and shouted angrily
, but dared not fight back. They fled for their lives, and Wei Wuyai seemed to cleave through the waves wherever he went.
Amidst the thunderous cheers of the Demon Army, Wei Wuyai charged left and right, leaving no survivors under his sword. Occasionally turning back to parry Ning Nan's attacks
without engaging in direct combat, she relied solely on the unparalleled escape techniques of her Yin-Yang Wings to dodge and kill simultaneously.
If one were to deduce who was most hated by the cultivators of Shenzhou in this battle, it would undoubtedly be Wei Wuyai, whose countless bloody crimes piled
up like mountains, making them wish they could devour his flesh.
Yi Luoluo unleashed the power of the laws of Hell and Heaven, like a beacon of hope for Shenzhou amidst the chaos, remaining
exceptionally conspicuous. Countless cultivators of Shenzhou tried every means to gravitate towards her, hoping to unite their forces.
Several demon kings had already joined forces with Yi Luoluo; with these powerful experts protecting her, she was able to survey the battlefield and issue commands
. The demon army also noticed the anomaly and mobilized experts to extinguish this glimmer of hope, but all were firmly held back by the four demon kings
. Unable to launch a direct assault, the demon army tried to regroup, but none possessed the extraordinary talent of the Free Heaven
Demoness, who could wield the power of laws with her late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation. Their effectiveness in the chaotic battlefield was far inferior.
Seeing her plan succeed, Yi Luoluo grew increasingly confident, frequently issuing orders not to remain stationary, but to direct her flags towards areas where the demon army
was concentrated. Four demon kings led the charge, their Hell and Heaven laws proving incredibly powerful, repeatedly
scattering the small groups of demon soldiers who had just gathered. With attacks on all sides, the number of cultivators from the Divine Continent gathering around her increased
. In the midst of the war between the two realms, where Nascent Soul peak experts were at a disadvantage, the battlefield unexpectedly gained
the upper hand.
Wei Wuyai charged at this moment. Yi Luoluo watched him approach with lightning speed from afar, and in a state of shock and fear, she mustered her
courage to meet him with the Hell and Heaven laws. Wei Wuyai's figure paused only slightly before breaking through the strangely folded space... Over ten
thousand cultivators had already gathered around Yi Luoluo. Wei Wuyai, not greedy for credit,
slashed open a gap on both wings with a swift, spinning motion, cutting off the formation of over two thousand cultivators and severing their connection with the central army.
Yi Luoluo was furious, regretting that her cultivation was insufficient to handle the situation. The Shenzhou cultivators cursed incessantly, thoroughly denouncing
the Black and White Gentleman's ancestors, their hatred reaching its peak.
Fortunately, this place provided some resistance, and Ning Nan had already caught up with Wei Wuyai, unleashing a barrage of arrows like a torrential rain. Wei Wuyai dared not
be negligent and had no time to spare, focusing solely on the battle. The two gradually moved away from the chaotic battlefield to avoid accidentally injuring their comrades.
Master Wulu chanted Buddhist mantras, and nine golden Dharma wheels behind him shone like the sun, their golden light shattering the three sonic
lion roars.
While the other battlefields were certainly thrilling, this one was the most intense. Among the ten guardians of the Demon Sect,
Eagle Saint Tang Jiuling and Bat King Fu Tianying had both fallen, while Wei Wuyai and Xiao Yu were evenly matched. The remaining guardians—Emperor
Dao, Overlord Sword, Howling Sky, Jade Light, Dragon-Capturing Guest, and Soul Devourer—besieged the two family heads, Shangguan and Duanmu
, Master Wulu, Tianjizi, True Person Guxu, and Fang Xuanyi.
Twelve peak Nascent Soul experts fought together. This battle differed from the initial probing of the Demon Island battle
; everyone was fighting to the death, unleashing their most powerful and secret techniques. The sheer force of the battle was overwhelming
.
Fang Xuanyi had only recently reached the peak Nascent Soul stage, and the Demon Sect's Emperor Dao and Overlord Sword were slightly superior to the others, putting the experts of the Divine Continent
at a disadvantage. However, compared to the anticipated simultaneous attack from both the Demon and Demon Realms, this battle against overwhelming odds was infinitely better
. Although the Demonic Sect held the upper hand, the stalemate was temporary.
Mo Feifan rode back and forth on his four hooves, his "Taiyi Three Talents Locking Immortal Formation" being his family's secret technique.
However, the combined strength of just three sacred beasts and two Nascent Soul Peak Ghost Kings—five people in total—was enough to trap tens of thousands of ghost cultivators, including five
Nascent Soul Peak Ghost Kings. Even the Ink Qilin felt immense pressure.
Bai Yiting was drenched in sweat, the golden characters of "Saint" in her mouth gradually dimming. Her cultivation level, at the late Nascent Soul stage, was the lowest, and even with her Sacred
Beast form, she was gradually finding it too much to handle.
"Qianqian, how much longer?" The Ink Qilin bared its teeth, its brows furrowing as the pressure increased, its powerful muscles bulging
, and its shrimp-like eyes bloodshot
. "My blood energy isn't enough! Can you hold on?" Luo Qianqian, equally struggling, was soaked in sweat.
"I'm alright, but I'm worried that Master Nangong won't be able to hold on much longer. Bu Yefeng is ultimately a major threat!" Mo Feifan was anxious
, but had no choice but to endure. Every battlefield was crucial to the overall situation; any mistake would shatter the temporary
balance.
"Bu Yefeng?" Master Nantuo, who had always kept his eyes down, opened them. "The Demon Lord is Bu Yefeng?"
Mo Feifan thought to himself: Has the ghost monk gone mad from chanting sutras? Then he understood. The Demonic Sect wouldn't address someone
by their given name; they always use the title "Demon Lord." Besides, Bu Yefeng had briefly appeared before infiltrating Chuyun Mountain,
leaving all Demonic Sect affairs to Wei Wuyai, so the two hadn't met. It was understandable that they didn't know.
"Indeed! Hehe, that's Master Wufang of the Yangxin Hall," Mo Feifan replied.
"Amitabha! If he is Wufang, then who am I?" Master Nantuo sighed.
"Huh? Ghost Monk, who are you?" Mo Feifan was astonished. Could this be the real Master Wufang?
Nantuo was indeed the former Master Wufang
of the Yangxin Hall. After Bu Yefeng mastered his demonic arts, he planned to unify the Divine Continent. To establish a perfect hidden agent, the secluded Yangxin Hall became the best choice.
Master Wufang was rarely seen due to his cultivation, so Bu Yefeng devised a plan, informing the Divine Continent of past tragedies
and revealing his own identity in a letter. Master Wufang, a compassionate and enlightened monk, met with Bu Yefeng to resolve his inner
turmoil.
Unexpectedly, Bu Yefeng launched a violent attack, resulting in Master Wufang's death and the dissipation of his spiritual power. Only his lingering desire for cultivation remained; unwilling to re-
enter the cycle of reincarnation, he used the White Bone Buddhist Dharma to be reborn as a ghost cultivator in his final moments. Although Bu Yefeng was learned and knowledgeable, he couldn't possibly
know everything. With Master Wufang dead, he used his profound skills in both Buddhist and demonic cultivation to impersonate him.
After becoming a ghost, Master Wufang was reborn in the Ghost Realm. The ferocity and violence of this place far surpassed that of the Divine Land, and there was no possibility of enlightenment,
leaving his Buddhist heart bewildered. He then adopted the Dharma name Nantuo, signifying the hardships of the world and his predicament. When
Luo Qianqian assembled a ghost army to return to the Divine Land for revenge, he instinctively felt it was a glimmer of hope and actively followed her. After several
encounters with Shenzhou, Master Wulu, his senior brother, saw him from afar, but now that he was a ghost, his Buddhist heart wavered, and
he dared not recognize him in shame.
"When I was in Shenzhou, my Dharma name was Wufang. Bu Yefeng, so that's how it is!" Master Nantuo's hand seals changed:
"Since that's the case, I swear to avenge all my sins!"
One hundred and eight exposed bone Buddhist beads opened their mouths and spewed out pale flames. Master Nantuo's voice was like thunder: "I make
a great vow that one day I will use this pale bone fire to purify the evil ghost path! You all, go back to where you came from." The white
bone Buddhist fire burned the ghost army, and many ghost cultivators showed expressions of liberation in the flames and disappeared into nothingness, leaving behind a thick bloody aura.
The bloody aura that Luo Qianqian had been desperately collecting suddenly accelerated, and the huge magic array carved below the ghost army shone brightly with bloody light. She
shouted: "Almost done! Xiao Mo, make your move!"
Xiao Mo... okay! Mo Feifan grinned and snorted, "Master, you're mistaken. Are you suggesting
I return to the Ghost Realm?" A brilliant azure flame erupted from his mouth, scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.
Master Nantuo smiled slightly, "This humble monk is originally from the Divine Continent. Now that I've returned, I won't leave!"
The magical passage connecting the Ghost Realm and the Divine Continent roared to life, and a massive bronze gate, as large as a small mountain, opened,
its buzzing sound echoing through the green mountains.
"Oh! If I'm not mistaken, this is a passage between the two realms? You still believe the Divine Continent is doomed to defeat?" Fu Yuyan exhaled a
cloud of pink mist, holding the Demon King Seal, her slender waist swaying as she gracefully entered. "Your reinforcements are about to go back home. What about you? You
can't go to the Demon Realm, and you can't survive in the Divine Continent either. Why don't you come with us?"
Compared to Fu Yuyan's endless and elusive magical techniques, what troubled Su Buyan the most was
the Demon King Seal, which was held back yet unleashed. By now, he fully understood that these people were incomprehensible madmen. They would not
kneel, would not surrender, and would not allow themselves to be slaughtered. They would choose to trade their lives for each other when necessary. The
Demon King's Seal could explode at any moment under Fu Yuyan's self-destructing Nascent Soul...
Su Buyan wasn't confident he could escape the Demon King's Seal with his life, and the low morale and lack of fighting spirit of the Heavenly Fox Clan
were a fatal blow. He knew he was completely finished. He had neither the determination to capture Fu Yuyan nor
the courage to continue the fight—Fu Yuyan, holding the Demon King's Seal, brazenly approached him, and he instinctively retreated hastily, keeping
a safe distance.
The only thing keeping him standing there, maintaining a safe distance and dragging Fu Yuyan along without fleeing,
was simply a sense of unwillingness, an unwillingness to accept defeat, and a hope that the Demon Sect's Nascent Soul peak cultivators could win and capture Fu Yuyan
, thus salvaging some face and dignity. But what would happen after that? As Fu Yuyan said, in this vast world, where could
he find refuge?
It was hateful that Fu Yuyan, having grasped his mindset, remained vigilant, always
on guard against his sudden, unexpected attacks. Su Buyan, his will shattered, even lacked the courage to attempt a fatal blow…
The demon god's enormous shadow fell to the ground, making the figure beneath it appear even weaker and more vulnerable.
Nangong Zixia still had traces of blood at the corner of her mouth, her long hair damp with sweat, as if she had just
emerged from a bath. She was a formidable heroine, a top expert who had personally slain Tang Jiuling. But
before the Demon Lord Bu Yefeng, she seemed merely a naked beauty stripped bare, vulnerable to being taken advantage of. —That was
an insurmountable gap.
Tai'a hummed mournfully, having met its old adversary again only to be defeated once more, unable to avenge its former master—a
difficult thing for this spiritual weapon to accept.
"I've always been gentle and compassionate. If I were to capture you, I would never have the heart to feed you to the dogs, but rather feed you to every mouth of Zi'er,"
Bu Yefeng said coldly. Behind his mask, his eyes were sinister and icy, with a hint of anger visible beneath.
"I've long heard of Young Master Rimu's elegance and refinement, but I never imagined that after spending so much time with a bunch of perverts in the Demon Sect, you'd become so foul-mouthed.
I wonder what Fairy Luoying in the afterlife would think?" Nangong Zixia raised her Tai'a sword: "If it weren't for your
underhanded tricks, you wouldn't have been a match for my late father. You were utterly defeated in that battle, and yet you dare to speak so arrogantly today? Duan Yue..."
"You've seen it before, how about another move?"
Mentioning his deceased wife, Shang Miaoyu, Bu Yefeng's anger intensified. However, this "Severing Moon" technique had nearly cost him his
life, so he dared not be careless.
A sudden gust of wind arose, thunder roared, and Nangong Zixia's graceful figure vanished in the lightning.
A single, cold star flowed within the blindingly bright lightning, even brighter than the lightning descending like a prison from heaven. Where the cold star passed
, it left a faint afterimage—the image of the peerless Sword King Tai'a.
The sword light blazed brightly, the sword intent surged—this was the ultimate technique of the Nangong family, the sword sect of the world, the final move of the Thunder-Swallowing Sword Art,
and Nangong Zixia's final strike, a single blow to decide the outcome.
The golden Sword King Tai'a suddenly unleashed a seven-colored radiance, and in the vast darkness of the Sky-Piercing Fiend Array, Nangong Zixia
's figure abruptly appeared, her feet planted on Tai'a, her purple robes fluttering wildly, as if she were ascending on a rainbow bridge.
Starlight stopped at the tip of the Tai'a Sword, and everything around seemed to lose its light. Only this single starlight
reigned supreme in the world, guiding the way forward, invincible.
Demon Lord Bu Yefeng was the only person in the world to have faced "Broken Moon" twice. In a daze, Nangong Zixia seemed
as majestic and unstoppable as Nangong Jianhe. The Chuyun Mountain roared in unison, and
the sword intent accumulated by the Sword Sect over a thousand years seemed to converge into the dazzling figure in the air.
"Ancestors of Blue Sword Manor above, Father's spirit in heaven, please protect Zi'er from demons!" With her aura
at its peak, thunder and fire mingled and purple energy rose, Nangong Zixia slowly moved forward on the Dipper.
Bu Yefeng raised his sword-like eyebrows, held the Demon Heaven Fiend Banner, and leaped onto the Demon God's shoulder, fully alert.
Nangong Zixia gradually accelerated, aiming to reach her maximum speed the instant she approached Bu Yefeng,
unleashing "Moon Severing" with the supreme might of the Sword King and an indomitable spirit, utterly shattering the Demon Heaven Fiend God Formation in one fell swoop.
Bu Yefeng, on high alert, focused his gaze entirely on a single, cold star at the tip of the Tai'a Sword. Within the bright starlight,
a black vortex was faintly visible, a convergence of explosive power resembling a void storm. It was a
terrifying memory Bu Yefeng couldn't bear to recall; in the battle at Chuyun Mountain, that single starlight had nearly swallowed him, leaving him with an indelible sword
energy wound.
Nangong Zixia gracefully descended like a bird, plummeting like a proud female eagle, her discerning eyes also detecting Bu Yefeng
's gaze.
The tip of the Tai'a Sword trembled, and ten distinct sword energies erupted forth. The tenth sword light collided with the ninth,
then with the eighth…—the Cloud Dispelling Sword.
Bu Yefeng, his attention completely focused on "Broken Moon," was caught off guard. In his panic, the demon god roared and unleashed a punch that seemed
to shatter the air, forcing him to rely on the demon god's indestructible body to break through.
The demon god fought back with all its might, shattering the Cloud-Dispelling Sword. Just as its old power was exhausted and new power had not yet arisen, the Tai'a sword light arrived with
pinpoint accuracy. "Broken Moon!" Nangong Zixia shouted angrily, her pent-up sword energy surging out like a flood bursting its banks.
The demon god's arms turned to dust amidst the trembling sword energy, and the unstoppable Tai'a sword headed straight for Bu Yefeng's face.
On the verge of life and death, Nangong Zixia's clear eyes reflected Bu Yefeng's panicked eyes, which suddenly tinged with a smile.
The one-armed demon god roared like thunder, its fangs in its blood-red maw as terrifying as steel blades. Its black body
vanished, all its demonic energy condensing in its head, which opened its mouth and bit down hard on Tai'a.
"Broken Moon" was incomparably sharp, and a large amount of black energy poured out from the demon god's remaining head. However, Nangong Zixia
's advance came to an abrupt halt!
Bu Yefeng sighed, "Zi'er, you have truly disappointed me!" The Demon God Banner struck
Nangong Zixia's shoulder, which was wide open, with all its power used for the attack, sending the beauty flying.
"In the past, my father-in-law was able to severely injure me by charging forward without any tricks. But Zi'er is not like that.
What use is trickery? You lost from the very first step of the battle." Bu Yefeng looked back at the battlefield, feeling that the Divine Land was only within his grasp
. "Zi'er still has fear in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't have had to do this. If it were only with the momentum of that Broken Moon,
I might not have been able to win."
Nangong Zixia sat down on the ground, speechless. Bu Yefeng said, "But it is good to have fear. Extreme
pain will cause extreme fear, and extreme fear will cause people to collapse." "I don't like Zi'er's current aggressiveness, so I have no
choice but to completely destroy your will and reshape you into the form I desire."
Bu Yefeng conjured a ball of black flame in his hand: "I hurt Zi'er for her own good. There are a hundred
ways to bring someone back from the brink of death. As for restoring a damaged appearance, that's a piece of cake, Zi'er,
don't worry about that! This is the first method."
The black demonic fire flicked out, and Nangong Zixia, exhausted of her true energy and severely injured, stared blankly as the flames
engulfed her instantly.
However, to Bu Yefeng's surprise, there was no heart-wrenching scream from the black fire that could burn even the soul .
Instead, a small oval-shaped, blood-red flame rose from the black fire, growing even more fierce and consuming it.
Surrounded by blood and flames, Nangong Zixia's delicate body could be faintly seen as she chuckled softly, "All these things were done just to
confirm one thing. Have you finished your nonsense? Now it's my turn to tell you why the Nangong family has absolutely no
top-tier swords that are blue, yet they insist on calling themselves Blue Sword Manor."

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