Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 142

When ordinary people saw the tightly shut, seemingly empty Demon Palace, their first reaction would certainly be to suspect a trap—either turn back or, relying on their skill and daring, charge straight in.
Normally, Li Jin’an would choose the latter, but it was different now. She was here specifically to wreak havoc freely.
Li Jin’an’s lips curved into a wild smile. She drew her Blazing Radiance Sword with a backhand motion and lightly swung it. A towering burst of flame directly struck the Demon Palace’s main gate.
Boom!
The majestic and heavy palace gate, engraved with intricate patterns, instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal.
Li Jin’an diligently dismantled the Demon Palace, which had only been repaired a few centuries ago. Wherever she went, a cloud of dust would surely rise. Walls, pillars, furnishings—nothing was left; all were leveled with a single sword strike.
Finally, with another sword strike, she ripped off the Demon Palace’s roof.
Li Jin’an looked up at the dark night sky, nodding in satisfaction. “Although it’s a few centuries late, it’s not too late.”
Following closely in her Dao companion’s footsteps, seeing the sights her Dao companion had admired—it was never too late for that.
After doing all this, she wasn’t in a hurry to find Wu Zhaoxing. Instead, she raised her sword and carved a line of words onto a colossal pillar in the center of the Demon Palace—
“Jijin and Qingxiao, after five centuries apart, fought their way to this place together. This is a grand event for humanity. We, Dao companions, encourage future generations.”
Excellent, no typos.
She couldn’t make the same mistake twice.
The strokes were strong and elegant, free and uninhibited, imbued with potent Jijin Sword Intent.
As long as no being with higher cultivation than Li Jin’an erased this sentence, the sword intent within it would not dissipate.
Actually, this method is usually when a sword cultivator unleashes a powerful ultimate attack, leaving behind a trace of true sword intent for future generations to comprehend. If someone can activate the sword intent, the sword cultivator who left it behind will know.
It’s a very common way to leave behind a legacy. But now, Li Jin’an has taken it to an extreme. She might as well dig up the graves of successive demon lords and carve ‘I was here’ onto their bones.
Of course, the demon race’s past demon lords don’t even have graves for her to dig up, because they all died so thoroughly that not even scraps were left behind.
If someone, human or demon, were to actually activate Li Jin’an’s sword intent here… that would be a huge source of amusement.
Either someone has attacked the Demon Palace again, or a demon has been influenced by Li Jin’an and sincerely embraced the Dao.
No matter the situation, Li Jin’an would cackle with laughter, and use it to lecture Qi Lingzi, Tan Yanyi, and Ling Qiu, her three young disciples. After all, if someone could seriously comprehend her sword intent in a desolate, dark place like the Demon Palace, shouldn’t her own disciples work even harder?
Li Jin’an stood in place, amusing herself for a moment, before turning to look into the depths of the Demon Palace, a rare look of confusion on her face.
With her acting like this, how could Wu Zhaoxing still sit idly by? Has she stopped being a demon lord and become a thousand-year-old tortoise instead?
Could it be that she’s been neglecting her duties for the past three years, spending every day cavorting with Xie Huaixue, and her unique skill for provoking and taunting has grown rusty?
Didn’t Wu Zhaoxing’s previous stance imply she was ready to openly turn hostile? She’s here now, so why doesn’t she dare show himself? Is this all he’s got?
Anyone unaware would think she was the unreasonable one.
Li Jin’an deeply lamented the scoundrel’s cowardice, but she also knew that Wu Zhaoxing’s ability to endure what ordinary people couldn’t definitely meant she was like a venomous snake, always waiting to spring out and bite her, playing the ‘invite the lord into the jar’ trick.
But there was nothing she could do; the Jijin Sword Sovereign simply enjoyed provoking others and pushing their limits. The more dangerous it was, the more she liked it.
She curved her lips into a smile, and directly set a great fire in the Demon Palace, igniting the entire Demon Palace with her Jijin sword intent, lighting up the entire sky. She walked deeper into the Demon Palace, against the raging inferno.
“A dark and windy night, a perfect day for murder and arson.”
He wants to kill her?
She’ll give Wu Zhaoxing this chance.
The Demon Palace’s layout was very interesting; it was a massive slope. The further one walked in from the palace gates, the deeper it sank, to the point where even the Demon Palace’s Blazing Radiance couldn’t penetrate.
Suddenly.
Li Jin’an stopped in her tracks, looking up in astonishment. She saw that the downward-sloping corridor was completely filled with dense piles of demon corpses—mutilated limbs, foul-smelling dried black blood… a scene straight out of a demonic hell.
No wonder there wasn’t a single living creature in the entire Demon Palace; it turned out they were all here.
Not one was left; they had all been completely devoured by Wu Zhaoxing.
Wu Zhaoxing truly was an astonishing scoundrel, ruthless towards enemies, and even more vicious towards her own kind.
Even Li Jin’an couldn’t help but be amazed by Wu Zhaoxing; this was practically self-annihilation of her entire clan!
Her demon lord father, her siblings, her demon retainers… truly not one was left. Even if Li Jin’an had made a move, she wouldn’t have been this efficient.
Having an enemy like Wu Zhaoxing was truly convenient; there was absolutely no need to worry about attacking the young and then the old arriving, because the old ones’ bone fragments had already been used for tea.
The scoundrel protagonists of the Heavenly Tome were all individuals who sacrificed close relatives to strengthen themselves. Lan Ci became Xie Huaixue’s senior disciple through a tragic clan annihilation, Zhong Fei bore the legacy of two great demons, and Wu Zhaoxing directly devoured her parents and siblings…
No matter how the protagonists’ opponents fared, their relatives, in any case, couldn’t have been more miserable.
Xie Huaixue in the Heavenly Tome also fell into this category. She had lived her entire life with a clear conscience, having done no evil, yet she was good-natured and thus bullied, and had the misfortune of becoming the master of three scoundrels.
Fortunately, she had always been a villain whom the scoundrel protagonists could not overcome, and could even help Xie Huaixue escape her predetermined fate. This was truly fortunate.
Li Jin’an sighed as she flattened the corridor, finally seeing Wu Zhaoxing kneeling on the ground in the underground palace at the end.
Wu Zhaoxing was kneeling on one knee in black blood, demonic energy spreading outwards, rampant and clawing. Half of her body had transformed into her true form; her wings and tentacles were incomplete, only half there. Her head was bowed to her chest, appearing utterly bizarre.
Neither human nor demon, it was impossible to say what it resembled. In any case, it looked extremely grotesque, making onlookers particularly uncomfortable.
Li Jin’an felt this scene was truly an affront to her eyes. She raised her Blazing Radiance Sword, and a sword light abruptly slashed forth.
The sword intent, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, was blocked by the dense demonic energy, and then instantly swallowed by the demonic energy as if sinking into a swamp.
Li Jin’an’s eyes widened, and she pursed her lips, her expression utterly complex.
She knew the scoundrel had long since stopped being human, but did she have such good teeth now? Devouring sword intent raw?
Was this thing edible raw? Wouldn’t it burn her mouth?
Suddenly, the demonic energy gathered together, transforming from gas into a solid, forming a sharp arrow, which swiftly pierced towards Li Jin’an.
Boom!
Behind the demonic energy, Wu Zhaoxing slightly raised her head, revealing a third eye between her brows, slightly open and closing, staring fixedly at Li Jin’an.
Li Jin’an stood unmoving as a mountain, raising her hand.
The Blazing Radiance Sword spun in the air, fiercely scattering the arrow condensed from demonic energy.
She lightly raised her gaze, meeting the third eye’s stare, and raised an eyebrow, as if asking: Is that all?
Wu Zhaoxing’s mouth opened, and her third eye simultaneously opened to call Li Jin’an’s name, the voice carrying an inexplicable, unique resonance that made one dizzy.
“Jijin Sword Sovereign, Jijin Sword Sovereign, Jijin Sword Sovereign…”
Li Jin’an’s head suddenly throbbed with pain, a powerful palpitation surging in her heart. She almost dropped the Blazing Radiance Sword in her hand, and in her dazed state, she was about to respond—
“So noisy! What are you yelling about?!”
Li Jin’an dug at her ears, impatiently furrowing her brows, speaking with great ferocity. “This Venerable One doesn’t understand. Is ‘Jijin Sword Sovereign’ this Venerable One’s name? This is a Daoist title that this Venerable One and the Qingxiao Immortal Venerable gave to me!”
Wu Zhaoxing and the third eye froze simultaneously, the black and bloody energy in their eyes fading significantly.
“Remember this: This Venerable One’s true name is Li Jin’an!”
Li Jin’an had no intention of continuing to beat around the bush with this idiot. She had never seen someone so incompetent at plotting a scheme in front of her, calling a Daoist title a name instead of the actual name. If she had called her Li Jin’an, she might have even answered him on the spot.
Hopelessly stupid.
Mainly, the third eye on Wu Zhaoxing’s unrecognizable human-like face looked too bizarre. When she looked at it, her eyes, mind, and spiritual consciousness felt as if they were simultaneously pierced by countless sharp needles, and then became hazy, just like before, as if her body would be controlled by someone else the next second. This gave Li Jin’an a very bad feeling.
Li Jin’an’s beautiful eyes grew calm. Clad in red, she stood upright amidst the swirling demonic energy, raising her right hand forward, and the Blazing Radiance Sword at her waist unsheathed.
Her slender, fair fingertips came together, and lightly pointed downwards. The Blazing Radiance Sword moved as she willed.
The sharp sword tip cut through the air.
With a light flick downwards of the sword tip, the sword intent surged upwards against the flow.
The next moment.
Scarlet tongues of flame swept out, carrying an overwhelming momentum as if the Milky Way was falling from the Ninth Heaven, stirring up the demonic energy throughout the entire hall, and raising piercing, sharp sounds.
With a thunderous boom.
The tongues of flame, refined by sword intent, seemed to come alive, splitting infinitely and unleashing ten thousand swords simultaneously. They then soared into the sky, directly tearing open the underground palace, and the demonic energy dispersed for a thousand miles. The still-burning firelight from outside shone in, casting itself onto Li Jin’an’s composed profile, adorning her with a layer of golden effulgence.
Golden light danced, and a serene reflection shimmered like jade.
The demonic energy swirled and surged behind Li Jin’an, yet not a single wisp touched her clothes.
She observed her own sword strike with a critical gaze, nodding slightly in satisfaction, not sparing even half a glance for Wu Zhaoxing opposite her.
The seemingly dazed Wu Zhaoxing finally couldn’t sit still. Her two normal eyes regained their usual shrewdness, while the third eye between her brows dimmed slightly. The demon rose from the ground, pressed her palms together, pushed off with her feet, and spread her half-wing, strenuously resisting the sword strike.
One couldn’t say it was useless, but…
Wu Zhaoxing watched helplessly as her tentacles were seared by the heat, and half of her body began to melt like a candle, emitting painful roars.
The reason sword cultivators were formidable was that sword intent could reach profound depths, cleaving mountains, parting seas, severing karma, and eliminating calamities. They could transcend their own cultivation realms to fight those of higher levels, achieving what ordinary people could not.
Even if Wu Zhaoxing forcibly elevated her realm through devouring, no matter how highly people esteemed the Jijin Sword Sovereign, she still underestimated Li Jin’an.
Without some signature skills, the Jijin Sword Sovereign wouldn’t have been able to share renown with the Qingxiao Immortal Venerable for a thousand years.
Li Jin’an narrowed her eyes and scoffed dismissively, “Isn’t suicide better? Dying by this Venerable One’s hand would even be your honor.”
“Is that so?” A strange voice echoed from all directions.
Under Li Jin’an’s astonished gaze, Wu Zhaoxing gave up resisting, letting the flames consume him. The third eye between her brows widened, blinked once, and stared directly at Li Jin’an.
…
Sect Grand Hall.
Xie Huaixue and Dao Lord Jingting simultaneously stopped what they were doing. One set down her teacup, the other put down the whisk she was idly twirling, both simultaneously narrowing their eyes and gazing intently towards the west.
Sword Lord Chi Xin displayed unusual sensitivity, and frowned, asking, “What did you see?”
Dao Lord Jingting resumed stroking her whisk, and smiled at Sword Lord Chi Xin, saying, “It’s nothing.”
Sword Lord Chi Xin didn’t believe her and turned to look at Xie Huaixue instead.
Xie Huaixue pursed her lips and whispered, “When Jin’an returns, I hope Sword Lord won’t make fun of her.”
Otherwise, she’ll be difficult to placate.