Leng Ningyue’s expression carried a trace of fervor, and the emotion in her eyes as she looked at Su Zhou was indescribable. She stood up and drew the Heaven-rank treasure weapon — the Huayue Sword. Then, her gaze gradually calmed and grew resolute. A dharma image emerged behind her. A single plum blossom bloomed alone against the wind, countless stars adorned the surroundings, and the icy wind pierced like blades. The flower was the sword soul, the stars its hilt, and the cold wind its blade. It was a true Sword Body! The Xinghan Tianmei Sword Body! The intent of the Huayue Sword surged forth — a chilling, killing aura filled the heavens and earth. In an instant, the whole world was plunged into a frost-killing abyss. As the Huayue Sword’s leading wielder, her sword pressed down on all beings — its reputation well-deserved! Yet in the face of such a phenomenon, Su Zhou simply stood above the firmament. Neither joyful nor sorrowful. He held the Tai’a Sword calmly in his hand. No dazzling illusions, no world-shaking sword intent. Everything about him was ordinary, so plain. He merely raised the sword, and casually brought it down. Fınd the newest release on 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 In his hand, a sword was just a sword — not wind, flower, snow, or moon; not the ruthless heavens; not a fusion of Dao and sword. A sword is a sword! Nothing more. “Sword Twenty-Three…” Su Zhou spoke softly. This sword, he struck down casually. In the sky, a flock of flying birds seemed to pause for a breath. The drifting clouds on the horizon fell into complete silence. After swinging the sword, Su Zhou did not linger — he turned and walked toward the Lingxiao Blessed Land. “What the—! Nothing even happened!” Huayue’er was baffled. But in the next moment… Leng Ningyue’s entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. “Everything is an illusion — only the sword in one’s hand is real and true!” “One sword falls, and time, space — all become meaningless!!” She muttered in a daze. “Master, what are you even saying!” Huayue’er looked confused. But then, she witnessed a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life. A strange noise sounded — the space they were in began to fracture in layers, then shattered like a mirror. Massive voids in space opened up, trying to devour everything. Leng Ningyue’s Xinghan Tianmei dharma image had already collapsed and vanished. “Run, Master! The space is disintegrating!!” Huayue’er screamed as the ground beneath her began to collapse. But what she imagined — being swept into chaotic spatial turbulence — never happened. Instead, everything before her dissipated like a shadow. When she came to, she was still standing in the same place. Everything around her was unchanged — as if all of it had been a dream. “It was… fake?” Huayue’er murmured in confusion. Su Yang, who had witnessed the entire scene, was utterly shocked. His Nine Tribulations Sword already had four shards — enough for him to perceive certain things. What he had just seen was Su Zhou striking down with a sword, causing time and space to become disordered. The spatial collapse had occurred the moment the sword was swung. What they had seen was merely an echo of the past — for time itself had been annihilated and reborn under that sword. What a terrifying sword! What a terrifying intent! He had never imagined that someone in this world could reach such a level. “Ningyue, submits in admiration!!” Leng Ningyue bowed deeply again. Then she turned to Huayue’er and said, “Yue’er, go back and tell the ancestor — I won’t be returning to the sect.” Without hesitation, she headed straight for the Lingxiao Blessed Land. Today, the leader of Huayue Sword Sect relinquished her title. From this day on, the world would know only the Sword Attendant of the Honored One. Only here… could she glimpse the future of the Sword Dao! On Lingxiao Peak, Leng Ningyue knelt behind Su Zhou in a half-crouch, adopting the posture of a servant. One of the ten great beauties of the North, she willingly became Su Zhou’s sword attendant. But Su Zhou felt nothing about it. “So you go out for ‘training’ when nothing’s going on, but come running back to the family when something does, huh…” Su Zhou teased as he looked at Su Yang. Su Yang looked a bit embarrassed. He had been out training for three years and hadn’t returned to the Su Family even once. Three years ago, he was defeated by Su Nan. To become stronger, he left the family to search for the Nine Tribulations Sword fragments. His cultivation had advanced rapidly, and he had hoped to redeem himself and reclaim his position in the family’s sequence. But unexpectedly, he heard of a peerless genius who had reopened the invincible path and was challenging the heroes of all realms. He looked into it and, as expected — it was that monster, Su Nan! He didn’t resent Su Nan. He was happy to see a family member grow strong. But as a proud genius, he refused to be overshadowed by anyone! When he heard that Huayue Sword Sect possessed a divine artifact that might be a shard of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he broke in. And that led to everything that happened earlier. “Family leader, that Dragon Gate Peak is extraordinary — I fear our family may soon welcome another young supreme…” Su Yang sharply observed Dragon Gate Peak. In his eyes, an unfathomable aura was brewing beneath it. Su Yang saw a chubby little baby boy. The child looked back at him curiously. The aura of Dao and spiritual energy around the baby was like that of a natural-born Supreme! It gave him immense pressure. “That’s Hao’er, from another domain — quite talented. I plan to raise him by my side.” Immediately, Su Yang felt the pressure double. The kid was already freakish at his age, and now the family leader would be personally guiding him. Su Yang couldn’t even imagine how terrifying the child would become in the future. Was he — Su Yang, the Su Family’s third sequence sword master — going to be beaten by a baby?! Just the thought made his whole body feel uncomfortable. I have to work twice as hard! Su Yang made up his mind. “Family leader, don’t mock me. It’s Su Yan who’s truly romantic.” “Not long ago, we got in touch — he’s got a little fairy doctor with him, and even a demon girl chasing him relentlessly!” Su Yang suddenly changed the topic, exposing some gossip about his friend. Su Zhou couldn’t help but smile. Thinking of Su Yan’s personality, being pestered like that would definitely give him a headache. The two then chatted about other people’s situations. Su Nan had now emerged from the East, waging war against heroes of the heavens, and had already conquered two major regions. The path of invincibility behind him was becoming clearer. Su Yan, meanwhile, was seeking heavenly flames and having quite the adventures. Only Su Buku had disappeared after leaving the mountain gate — not a word since. But Su Zhou wasn’t too worried. In the Tai Shang Diagram, his life flame still burned strong — there should be no danger. “Family leader… I have a request…” After chatting a bit more, Su Yang awkwardly opened his mouth. “Oh?” Su Zhou looked at him curiously — this guy had such a thick skin, what could make him act shy? “You actually feel embarrassed about something? Let’s hear it.” “Well, in two years… would you help me propose a marriage?” “Yes! I once dreamed of a girl I owed — she broke with her family for me, even died because of me…” “Now that I’ve awakened from the dream, I want to give her a glorious future.” “I want to tell her: You’re more beautiful than any sword.” Su Yang’s eyes glistened with emotion. Off to the side, Leng Ningyue sighed quietly to herself — it seemed her disciple’s heart had been misplaced. “I’ll help you.” Su Zhou replied seriously. “Family leader, marrying her might come with some trouble…” “Trouble?! Su Yang, do you remember what I said? Boldly do what you want to do!” “With the Su Family behind you — and me behind the Su Family!” Su Zhou declared, his voice not loud, but shaking heaven and earth. “Yes! I shall obey, Family Leader!!” Su Yang was moved to tears! After another exchange, Su Yang descended the mountain. Su Zhou returned to his room. As soon as he pulled back the covers, he saw a delicate figure lying on his bed. Leng Ningyue’s face was flushed pink. The undulating curves on her chest rippled gently — nothing like the cold and aloof persona she showed to others. Now, Leng Ningyue radiated a bewitching charm, presenting herself like a flower ready to be plucked. With a barely audible voice, she whispered: “The storybooks said… this is what a sword maid should do…” Seeing this, Su Zhou’s lips curled slightly. “Yes, the storybook got it right.” With a soft moan from Leng Ningyue… A girl of sixteen, her body like melting jade… Through the night, the sound of spring rain echoed through the small pavilion…