Chapter 168 - 106: Losing 1 Arm to Save 100 People Is a Great Merit; Sacrificing 1 Life to Save 10,000 People Is a Great Virtue!

Chapter 168: Chapter 106: Losing 1 Arm to Save 100 People Is a Great Merit; Sacrificing 1 Life to Save 10,000 People Is a Great Virtue!

Seeing his futile death throes, No. 9 couldn’t help but shake her head inwardly. She wondered why he bothered attempting the impossible when it was completely meaningless.

Had she not suspected that Bian Shouyi was highly likely the Saint Heir they were looking for and held back at every turn, his meager power at the Qi Cultivation Stage would have resulted in him being whipped to death long ago. Yet, instead of appreciating her mercy, Bian Shouyi provoked her time and time again.

Seeing how much time she had already wasted on him, No. 9 was actually growing anxious. She wasn’t sure about the status of the other cores in the Five Directions Array, nor did she know if the others had successfully destroyed them as instructed. If they had failed, the other teachers within First High School would soon rush over. Even with the formidable power of the three Missionaries, they would absolutely be at a disadvantage against a group of veteran Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators. Time was definitely not on the Black Lotus Sect’s side.

At this thought, Missionary No. 9 decided she could no longer drag this out. Even if Bian Shouyi was the Saint Heir she was looking for, her superiors had stated that they didn’t strictly require him to be brought back perfectly intact. Capturing him alive was ideal, but if that proved impossible, bringing him back with missing limbs—or even just as a corpse—would suffice.

With this realization, her eyes gradually turned ruthless. "Kid, since you have a death wish, let me grant it."

As soon as the words left her mouth, another leather whip materialized in Missionary No. 9’s left hand, and she lashed it fiercely at Bian Shouyi. Faced with this ferocious attack, he had no choice but to abandon his original longsword and draw a spare one from his Storage Pouch to defend himself.

BANG BANG BANG!

Confronted with Missionary No. 9’s tricky assaults, Bian Shouyi was momentarily forced into a passive defense. However, prolonged defense inevitably leads to vulnerabilities. Before long, his body was covered in fresh wounds. Some gashes were so deep that bone was visible—a truly gruesome sight.

Yet, despite his injuries, Bian Shouyi did not retreat a single half-step. His gaze only grew more resolute as he constantly sought an opening to launch a counterattack against Missionary No. 9.

Watching this, Missionary No. 9 maintained a nonchalant exterior, but inwardly, she was growing increasingly astounded. She wondered if this kid’s bones were truly made of steel and why he hadn’t shown the slightest sign of yielding even now.

This brief moment of astonishment allowed Bian Shouyi to instantly seize an opportunity. Allowing the two whips to lash brutally against his body, he charged forward with indomitable will, closing the distance to Missionary No. 9 and slashing down with his sword.

Zhengyi Sword Technique... Powerful Split of Hua Mountain!

Although the strike carried immense momentum and heavy force, it still failed to pose a significant threat to Missionary No. 9. The moment Bian Shouyi approached her, she had immediately backed away to create sufficient distance.

BOOM!

Missionary No. 9 retreated to the side, her expression turning ugly as she stared at the crater Bian Shouyi’s sword had carved out just a few steps away. If that strike had actually landed on her, she might have genuinely been injured by this kid.

Although she knew the chances were slim, she still offered a word of well-intentioned advice: "Just surrender, Sword Cultivator kid. There’s no shame in a Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator losing to someone in the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Hearing this, Bian Shouyi forced his increasingly heavy body to stay upright, once again raising his longsword and pointing it at Missionary No. 9.

"I once had a dream. In that dream, I retreated my entire life, until there was nowhere left to run.

"I also once promised someone that in this life, I would absolutely never lose again..."

As he spoke, something deep within Bian Shouyi seemed to completely awaken. An imposing aura, one that had never appeared on him before, radiated from his body. It was a power known as Sword Intent—named ’No Retreat’. Almost the exact moment this Sword Intent manifested, Bian Shouyi understood the true nature of his Dao.

He looked at Missionary No. 9 with unwavering eyes.

"...My Sword Dao permits neither retreat nor surrender.

"So if you want to pass, you’ll have to step over my dead body first.

"Bian Shouyi of First High School will fight to the death... and will not retreat."

Hearing those words and sensing the terrifying Sword Intent rolling off his body, Missionary No. 9 could no longer maintain her composure.

Sword Intent! This brat at the Qi Cultivation Stage had actually comprehended Sword Intent!

If the previous Bian Shouyi had merely been a slight nuisance to Missionary No. 9, the current him posed a genuine threat. After all, Sword Intent was a profound force capable of turning the ordinary into the miraculous!

Right now, capturing Bian Shouyi alive was the least of her concerns. The very first thing she had to consider was whether she could even survive his blade! A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator having to figure out how to survive a Qi Cultivation Stage opponent—as humiliating as it sounded, this was the harsh reality Missionary No. 9 now faced!

...

Meanwhile, at a train platform in East Cloud City, which neighbored Luocheng.

A train originally bound for Luocheng slowly rolled to a halt.

"Hehe, you claim to be the chief genius of the Qinghe Daoist Palace, but why do I find that so hard to believe?

"After all, from what I know, shouldn’t Sword Cultivators all have cold expressions and an aura that screams ’keep away’?

"Not only are you a smooth talker, but your temperament doesn’t resemble a Sword Cultivator in the slightest. How could you possibly be one, handsome?"

Hearing the young women’s teasing, the fashionably dressed and handsome Jiang Dongliu was just about to reply when a broadcast suddenly echoed through the train.