Giving Birth But Not Raising, Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Become an Immortal Emperor? - Chapter 20 - Chapter 20 – The Four Great Killing Swords, Lüxian Sword!

Following the reminder from the chubby Daoist, Ye Lingyun turned his gaze to the side.

Not far away, on an open patch of ground, a long sword with a faint, hazy glow was driven straight into the earth, with the sword’s body buried deep, only the hilt exposed.

The sword had an ancient design, the exposed part was long and slender, shimmering with cold light, and intricate, mysterious patterns were engraved on both the hilt and blade. Although there were no fluctuations of spiritual power, Ye Lingyun could still sense something extraordinary about it.

On the hilt, two small ancient characters were carved: Lüxian (Slaughter Immortal)!

Seeing this, Ye Lingyun’s mind was suddenly stirred. He separated a strand of divine sense from his mind, cautiously extending it towards the sword.

However, as soon as his divine sense reached within a few feet of the sword, a terrifying killing intent surged up from the blade, instantly tearing apart everything in the surrounding space!

His divine sense was annihilated, and Ye Lingyun’s body staggered, a pale color spread across his face, and his expression grew serious.

What a sharp sword intent!

The fluctuation from the sword lasted only a moment, then suddenly turned formless, but it still made Ye Lingyun feel an overwhelming, almost tangible killing aura bearing down on him.

The sharp sword intent pierced his face, causing a dull ache, and Ye Lingyun stared at the ancient sword half-buried in the earth, his heart shaken.

Judging by what had just happened, the grade of this ancient sword seemed to far exceed the Xueluo sword in Xue Yi’s hand. It was likely at least a holy weapon, or even an immortal-grade sword!

“Heh, you are quite cautious, knowing to separate a strand of divine sense to probe,” the chubby Daoist chuckled. “Had you rashly used your full divine sense, your soul sea would have shattered, and you’d have become a walking corpse by now.”

At this, the chubby Daoist retracted his rod and slowly turned around, his mouth curled into a playful smile as he spoke.

It was only then that Ye Lingyun clearly saw his true appearance.

The Daoist was plump, his face glowing with an eerie light, his eyebrows sparse and short, slightly raised. He wore a tattered Daoist crown, with a few stray hairs falling from the edge, swaying gently in the wind. He appeared scruffy but also had an air of carefree independence.

“This sword is one of the four great killing swords of the Nine Provinces, on par with the four great immortal swords,” the chubby Daoist continued as he walked closer to Ye Lingyun, his fat body causing his robes to ripple with each step.

“It is called the Lüxian Sword, which is centered on killing. From the moment it was forged, it has been an instrument of endless karmic burden, not tolerated by the world of the Nine Provinces.”

“If someone manages to draw it out, they will become its master. The more people they kill with the sword, the greater the power it can summon!”

The Daoist came to a stop a few steps away from Ye Lingyun, his voice a bit more serious now.

“Enough talk, there’s no need for more words. I’ve said enough for today. Quickly, take action.”

Hearing this command, Ye Lingyun did not move, his lips twitching slightly as he responded in a deep voice, “Can I not draw it?”

From what the Daoist had said, the Lüxian Sword’s power was unmatched, but it was also burdened with enormous karma. Ye Lingyun felt that with his current cultivation, he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

The temptation to wield the sword was nothing compared to his own safety, so he instinctively opted for caution.

Seeing this, the chubby Daoist raised an eyebrow, a half-smile forming on his plump face as he coldly responded, “Heh, if you don’t want to pull the sword out, then stay here forever. When your divine sense fades, your body outside will slowly die as well.”

At the Daoist’s threatening words, Ye Lingyun’s face darkened.

After a moment of contemplation, he stepped forward toward the Lüxian Sword.

There was no other choice. The gap in cultivation between him and the Daoist was far too great. Even if he tried to fight back, he wouldn’t stand a chance. The only option left was to attempt drawing the sword, which might offer him a slim chance of survival.

“Don’t separate your divine sense from your body. Just walk up and draw the sword directly. That killing sword intent won’t harm you,” came the Daoist’s indifferent voice from behind.

Ye Lingyun’s eyes flickered, and with heightened caution, he carefully approached the sword, his focus entirely on the weapon buried in the earth.

The Daoist’s gaze intensified, a sly smile creeping across his plump face.

Heh, no one in this world, except for me, has ever been able to draw out the Lüxian Sword.

Only those who are well-versed in Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism will have a chance. You’ll never succeed.

However, the next moment, Ye Lingyun halted in front of the sword. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he suddenly jerked upward!

Hummm!

The sword shuddered, a faint rumbling sound reverberating.

Suddenly, countless golden rays erupted around Ye Lingyun, and three profound and mysterious phenomena instantly manifested!

Golden characters from Confucian classics appeared, transforming into a sea of golden books, swirling and expanding in all directions!

Buddhist Sanskrit echoed, and within the illusory golden sea, numerous blooming lotus flowers shone, their light illuminating all beings in the six realms, manifesting the “Golden Lotus of the Sea of Suffering”!

Daoist mantras ascended, the image of a dragon soaring through the heavens, the symbols of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams appeared one by one, their spiritual radiance dazzling and boundless!

The Daoist’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at this surreal and mystical sight in front of him.

Ye Lingyun gripped the magic sword and pulled it upward with all his might, finally drawing it out!

The instant the sword left the ground, his illusory form turned into a streak of light and vanished.

The Daoist stood frozen in place, stunned into silence for a long time. Eventually, he came back to his senses.

My sword!

That damn kid!

He killed my dragon and stole my sword!

In his heart, he roared, pounding his chest in frustration.

After venting his anger, his expression softened, and a meaningful look appeared on his chubby face.

Heh, this brat, he’s a bit interesting.

…

Meanwhile, Ye Lingyun, upon opening his eyes again, found himself back in the Great Chu imperial palace.

At that moment, he was resting in a warm and soft embrace. Without needing to guess, it was obviously that girl, Liu Ruoxue.

Around him, Liu Ruohong was anxiously staring at him, and when she saw him awake, her pale, delicate face immediately lit up with joy.

Xue Yi was also standing by, worry evident on her face, and only when she saw him open his eyes did her expression slowly ease.

Supporting himself up, Ye Lingyun looked at the three women with reddened eyes and couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, quickly comforting them.

After a short time, Empress Chu Xi arrived, wearing a golden phoenix robe.

Ye Lingyun turned to look at her, but before he could say anything, Chu Xi’s exquisite figure suddenly lunged forward and crashed directly into his arms.

“Wuwuwu, I got the news and almost thought you were gone… I was about to become a widow.”

Hearing her pitiful whisper, Ye Lingyun’s mouth twitched sharply.

Could you at least have hoped for some good news?

Once he had calmed everyone down, he found a quiet place to examine his body.

On his right arm, a sudden demonic sword pattern had appeared, and in his heart lake, the Lüxian Sword was quietly suspended.