Published: January 1, 2025
Yin Qianxue and Qingqiu Ziyi's hands were very soft. In comparison, Yin Qianxue's hand was slightly cool, emanating a holy aura, while Qingqiu Ziyi's hand was even more gentle, like holding a fox's tail, soft and warm, making it incredibly comfortable.
Qingqiu Ziyi shivered slightly as she was held by Qin Chen's large hand, immediately overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling.
Qin Chen held both of their hands, unleashing an invisible sword intent that enveloped Qianxue and Ziyi, slightly easing the sword aura they were under.
Qingqiu Ziyi had only held hands with the Eternal Sword Master before; now, being gripped tightly by Qin Chen, that strong masculine aura lingered around her. Her face turned red, and her heart unexpectedly swelled with an inexplicable feeling, like a little girl who had stolen candy, her heart racing. Under the emotional fluctuation, a terrifying soul will suddenly invaded her body, causing her to let out a muffled groan.
"Ziyi, what's wrong?"
Qin Chen, holding onto Qingqiu Ziyi's soft hand, asked with confusion. He had blocked most of the sword rules for the two, so why was Ziyi the one getting hurt?
"I'm... I'm fine!"
Qingqiu Ziyi hurriedly replied, her face as red as a ripe apple. Despite being a nine-tailed celestial fox clan member for so many years, she felt like a naive little girl caught in an embarrassing situation.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down; her previously apple-red face quickly became slightly rosy again, and she settled down significantly.
Qin Chen shook his head, still uncertain about why Qingqiu Ziyi was like this, but seeing she had calmed down, he also immersed himself in the comprehension of the sword.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! The three held hands on the bridge, comprehending the infinite meanings of the sword rules. Each person's soul power was subtly changing. This kind of quiet change was not a direct enhancement of soul level, but it would greatly benefit their future breakthroughs into the Venerable Realm.
Meanwhile, as Qin Chen and the two were continuously comprehending on the golden bridge, outside!
Qingxue Silan and Qingxue Siyun, under the lead of Qingxue Guohua, had already stepped onto that golden ancient road, slowly moving inward.
Buzz! As Qingxue Silan and Qingxue Siyun moved, sword light surged around them. Both were practitioners of the sword path, possessing unique sword power, constantly comprehending the powerful sword energy on this golden ancient road. Together, they formed various sword formations, gradually advancing on this golden ancient road.
Qingxue Guohua stood aside, not saying anything, not making a move, but maintaining the two's comprehension because he knew that the experience on this golden ancient road was a rare baptism, immensely beneficial for both Qingxue Silan and Qingxue Siyun.
On the other side, Zhuge Rulong was enveloped in the power of fate. As he stepped forward, countless lights of fate flickered. The surrounding sword rules were as nothing to him as he approached the Yunxiao Sect master and others, quickly arriving before the Tianyuan Sect members.
"Zhuge Ancestor!"
The Yunxiao Sect master and others hurriedly bowed respectfully.
Zhuge Rulong nodded, transmitting sound, "Is it just you few here?
Have other people entered this Sword Tomb before you?"
"Reporting to the Ancestor, before you arrived, two batches of people have already gone in."
The Yunxiao Sect master replied hastily.
"Two batches of people?"
Zhuge Rulong's gaze sharpened, "Who are they?"
The Yunxiao Sect master immediately recounted the previous events. Upon hearing this, Zhuge Rulong's eyes narrowed: "Three from the Ancient Path Sect? A young expert? I indeed guessed correctly."
Suddenly, his eyes burst with divine light as he coldly glared at Qingxue Guohua.
"Go!"
The light of fate on him burst forth, and he moved like a deity, quickly heading inward. In an instant, he had reached the end of the golden ancient road. Buzz, the ancient road shone with divine light, revealing an entrance, and Zhuge Rulong stepped in.