149: Chapter 115: The Sword Contest Begins, Ends!

(Seeking Monthly Pass)_3 149: Chapter 115: The Sword Contest Begins, Ends!

(Seeking Monthly Pass)_3 And Leng Ao, with his dragon strength, agility, and spiritual power, was exceptionally high.

Ling Ao didn’t look back at Ye Jingyu.

Instead, he stepped closer to Suo Lun and said, “You boasted arrogantly about violating that woman, so I will cripple that thing of yours and make sure you can never touch any woman again.”

With that, Ling Ao’s sword thrust fiercely toward Suo Lun’s groin.

Suo Lun retreated rapidly, his left hand wielding the sword, exerting all his dragon strength and spiritual power to block this lethal thrust from Ling Ao.

If a man’s symbol were to be crippled, turning him into a eunuch, what meaning would his life have left?

“Ling Ao, enough is enough!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the sky.

It was Sword Master Bi Xiao.

Then, the bodies of Suo Lun and Ling Ao seemed to be completely frozen by a tremendous force.

Ling Ao was startled, his brows twitching as he retracted his sword, and then he knelt on both knees, saying, “Ling Ao, greeting Master.”

“You have already crippled his meridians; you can go back and report now,” Sword Master Bi Xiao said.

“Enough is enough.”

Ling Ao’s sword-like brows shot up, conveying his strong dissatisfaction and defiance inwardly, but he still nodded and said, “Yes, Master.”

After that, he stood up, mounted his horse, and galloped away.

“Idiot, next time you might not be so lucky,” Ling Ao’s voice drifted into Suo Lun’s ears after he had left.

…

Sword Master Bi Xiao’s voice said: “This disciple of mine is one of the most exceptional I have ever seen and also the most defiant.

It is precisely because of such arrogance that he caught the attention of Gui Qinshao.

These two people are the same, neither holds anyone else in their eyes.”

Suo Lun was not as furious as he had imagined.

Instead, he stepped forward to lift Ye Jingyu and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

“Suo Lun, by your own estimate, when can you kill him?” Sword Master Bi Xiao asked.

Suo Lun said, “Perhaps, next year?

Does he have any family, lovers, or people he cares about?”

“No,” Sword Master Bi Xiao said.

“He only cares about one person, and that is Gui Qinshao.

He only cares about one thing, and that is power and position.”

“Understood,” Suo Lun said.

“At this moment, the meridians in your right hand are destroyed, and you cannot wield a sword.

What do you plan to do?” Sword Master asked.

“And, in everyone’s eyes, your arm meridians are ruptured because you forcibly learned the Calamity Nine Swords, not because they were destroyed by someone.”

The crux of the Calamity Nine Swords lies in the balance of the meridian force field, the perfect harmony between meridians and the sword intent.

Once the meridians are destroyed, there can be no talk of anything.

One cannot even lift a sword.

Suo Lun didn’t answer Sword Master.

Instead, he lifted Ye Jingyu onto the horse’s back, then he too mounted the horse and rode swiftly back to Linhai City.

…

On horseback, Suo Lun was massaging Ye Jingyu’s chest, helping her to breathe and circulate the blood.

“Master, how is your arm?” Ye Jingyu asked.

If he were an ordinary person, his meridians would have already been completely shattered and destroyed.

Because Suo Lun possessed Yao Xing, even if his meridians suffered devastating damage, they could gradually heal.

But for at least several months, he would not be able to lift his right hand, let alone hold a sword with it.

“For a few months, I won’t be able to raise my right hand,” Suo Lun said.

Ye Jingyu cried in pain, “There must be some way you can still fight, right?”

“I have a little secret I didn’t tell you, I am left-handed,” Suo Lun said.

“My left hand is even more dexterous than my right.”

He had indeed been left-handed since he was young, but later his adoptive parents said being left-handed was not good and forcibly corrected him, so most of the time he used his right hand for eating and writing.

However, when no one was around, he would secretly use his left hand.

And his sister later told him that children who used their left hands were not freaks but especially smart.

But being sensitive, he did not want to seem different in front of others and continued to use his right hand.

Ye Jingyu was suddenly overjoyed, almost crying with happiness.

Yet what Suo Lun did not say was that even being left-handed was of no use now—he could no longer perform the Calamity Nine Swords.

That was because the Calamity Nine Swords required the body to be intact and the body’s meridian force field to be in absolute balance, necessitating perfect coordination with the sword intent.

Now that his right hand’s meridians were all destroyed and the balance of the meridian force field was completely ruined, he could never perform the Calamity Nine Swords again, not even a single move.

The Calamity Nine Swords, which he learned with countless efforts and even at the cost of his life, were now beyond his grasp.

…

Inside the City Lord’s mansion of Linhai City.

The sun had already set, and if Suo Lun did not arrive before it went down, it would be considered a forfeit.

The guests that had come and gone several times through the day had now dwindled to half.

“That bastard Suo Lun doesn’t dare to come, he must have run away long ago.”

“This wastrel, wasting my whole day.”

“This pretty boy, only good with words, deserves having his land taken away.”

And Gui Qinshao, sitting atop the Sword Platform, was filled with boundless impatience and anger.

She had been waiting for a full ten days, just to beat Suo Lun to the ground and break his legs.

This scumbag, this piece of trash, dared to take her so lightly, to humiliate her like that.

What with boasting about bedding her eight times on sunny days and nine times on rainy days, about how rainy days were for sleeping with one’s wife, idle moments as good as any.

From childhood, all men barely dared to speak loudly in front of her, or even lift their eyes, for fear her beauty would wound their sight.

Yet Suo Lun had insulted and belittled her over and over.

Moreover, these days, those noblewomen jealous of her had been saying aloud that she was in the wrong, that she didn’t deserve the artistic genius that was Suo Lun.