Chapter 306-307 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 306-307 |
The explosion reverberated through the Void.
When the light finally faded, Jiazi’s armor was broken and scorched, slowly repairing itself under the influence of his immortal energy. His Qianlong Halberd, once gleaming with power, was now dull and lifeless.
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
The Qianlong Halberd was a Dao Realm treasure, bestowed upon him by the Dao Venerable himself, one of the few such treasures in the entire Upper Realm.
And that explosion had damaged it, perhaps irreparably.
The thought filled him with rage.
And what was even more infuriating was that Chen Yin had somehow summoned even more of those strange spheres.
…An endless supply, it seemed.
This time, Jiazi wouldn’t be so careless.
He lunged forward, his halberd cleaving through the Void, splitting the space around Chen Yin in two.
Seeing that Jiazi had finally emerged from his “turtle shell,” Chen Yin put away the universe particle bombs. They were powerful, but indiscriminate and only effective against stationary targets.
He wasn’t afraid of a direct confrontation.
As Jiazi attacked, his halberd a blur of motion, Chen Yin’s sword flashed, a silver streak in the chaotic Void, his attacks targeting Jiazi’s vital points, his speed so great that the general couldn’t even react.
Jiazi couldn’t understand it. No one could be that fast.
But as the cuts on his body multiplied, his frustration grew.
“Annoying fly!” he roared, his voice filled with rage.
Chen Yin’s sword, about to clash with the halberd, suddenly felt incredibly heavy.
Not just the sword,
But his entire body, his very soul, felt like it was sinking into a thick, viscous mire, the pressure threatening to crush him.
He couldn’t dodge in time, and his sword struck the halberd with a deafening clang, a deep crack appearing on its blade.
“Did you really think you were the only ones who comprehended the Dao?”
Jiazi grinned and attacked again, his halberd heavy and powerful.
Chen Yin frowned. He should have been able to dodge that.
But his body felt like it was trapped under a mountain, unable to move.
He didn’t know what Jiazi’s Dao was, but he knew the next blow would shatter his sword.
…Fortunately, I’m not alone.
Jiazi was certain this attack would end the fight, cleaving through Chen Yin’s defenses and taking his head.
But as his halberd descended, time seemed to… speed up.
Or rather, he was slowing down.
His attack, which should have taken a fraction of a second, now stretched out into an eternity.
He watched in horror as his halberd slowly descended, its momentum fading, its power dissipating.
An hour. A day. A year.
Decades. Centuries.
Until it finally landed, with a soft thud, against Chen Yin’s sword, its power completely gone.
He finally understood.
Chen Yin’s speed wasn’t his own.
Someone was manipulating time.
A chilling thought crossed his mind, a terrifying realization.
“Impossible…”
“The… Dao of Time…?” His eyes widened in horror.
Those in the Lower Realm might not understand the significance of the Dao of Time,
But Jiazi did.
His carefully constructed composure shattered, his fighting spirit extinguished, replaced by a mixture of fear and disbelief.
“Giving up already?” Chen Yin taunted, seeing his hesitation. “You can still surrender.”
But Jiazi wasn’t looking at him.
His gaze was fixed on Yu Ling, the small girl with the ancient eyes.
“You… you’ve comprehended… the Dao of Time?” His voice trembled.
“Do you have a problem with that?” Yu Ling’s voice was cold and arrogant. “If you’re not going to fight, then surrender. We’re busy.”
But Jiazi wasn’t angry.
He just stood there, silent and motionless.
Chen Yin, sensing something was wrong, raised his sword, his two Daos merging, his Second Sword a blinding flash of light as he attacked.
Jiazi saw the attack coming, but he didn’t move.
He couldn’t.
He didn’t dare move until he heard that voice.
As Chen Yin’s sword was about to cleave him in two,
A voice, ancient and ethereal, echoed from the other side of the dimensional passage, from beyond the gate to the Upper Realm.
“…Granted.”
And with that single word, an immense pressure, far greater than anything they had ever felt, descended upon them.
Like ants gazing up at the vastness of the starry sky.
Chen Yin instinctively retreated, shielding Yu Ling, his eyes fixed on the gate.
Jiazi, relieved, looked at them, his expression complex.
“…By the Dao Venerable’s decree,”
“You will be eliminated.”
“I’ll ask you one last time, will you join us?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, as he raised his halberd.
“I already told you,” Chen Yin said, shaking his head, “I’d rather see your Dao Venerable dead. You couldn’t defeat me before, what makes you think you can now?”
Jiazi shook his head.
“Perhaps… I can’t.”
“But I’m not the one fighting you now.” His eyes dimmed slightly.
And his halberd, the Qianlong Halberd, suddenly blazed with a golden light, a power far greater than anything he had wielded before surging through it.
Chen Yin’s expression turned grim.
…That wasn’t Jiazi’s power.
It was the Dao Venerable’s.
What realm was the Dao Venerable?
Chen Yin didn’t know.
He had heard the title many times, a figure of immense power and authority in the Upper Realm, even Jiazi subservient to his will.
But he had no idea of his true strength.
Just like he had no idea of the true power of his Third Sword.
But as that overwhelming aura surged from the Qianlong Halberd, he finally understood why both the Divine Son and Jiazi had spoken of the Dao Venerable with such reverence and fear.
He was far more powerful than Chen Yin had imagined.
Jiazi’s eyes were glazed over, his entire focus on controlling the halberd, which pulsed with an ancient energy, as if a distant figure, separated by countless dimensions, was reaching out, a single finger extended towards Chen Yin.
Chen Yin instinctively sensed danger.
If he couldn’t block this attack, both he and Master would die.
Nothing could save them.
Beside him, Master also sensed the approaching power. Her brow furrowed slightly, but her expression remained surprisingly calm.
“Can you block it?” she whispered.
Chen Yin didn’t know.
For the first time, he felt uncertain.
He had faced countless dangers, overcome impossible odds, always confident in his ability to find a solution.
But facing the Dao Venerable’s direct attack, he wasn’t so sure.
He had one last card to play.
…The Third Sword.
He slowly drew the Eternal Light Sword.
Damaged and weakened, its blade covered in cracks, like a fragile glass lamp about to shatter, yet its aura still burned brightly, a defiant flicker in the face of overwhelming darkness.
It even hummed softly, as if sensing the approaching power, its spirit unbroken, its will to fight undimmed.
“…You’re not afraid?” he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips as he tightened his grip on the hilt.
One last time. He and his old companion would fight together, one last time.
“Old friend, I know you’re reaching your limit. But please… just this once… hold on.”
The sword trembled slightly, then its light flared, brighter than ever before,
Like a rising sun in the darkness of the Void, its light so intense that it seemed to melt away the shadows.
Even Jiazi had to shield his eyes.
“…Interesting,” the Dao Venerable’s voice, ancient and ethereal, echoed from the halberd, “a damaged Dao Realm treasure in the Lower Realm? Which Dao Venerable left it behind? It doesn’t matter.”
The appearance of the Eternal Light Sword seemed to have piqued his interest, but nothing more.
His attack continued, a finger of pure, concentrated power reaching across dimensions, towards Chen Yin.
Both the Eternal Light Sword and the Qianlong Halberd trembled, their spirits clashing, their wills locked in a silent struggle.
Sensing the sword’s unwavering resolve, Chen Yin whispered, Thank you.
Then, he raised his sword.
And as he did, everyone’s heart skipped a beat.
Jiazi, Master. Even those fighting in the other dimensional passage.
Shen Shuanglian, Yu Xiang, Luo Qiaoqiao, Bi Luo, Qing Mei Niang.
Ye Huang, Luo Daxian and Mu Susu, Wan Yunhai, and the Demon Lord.
They all felt a strange, inexplicable tremor in their hearts.
Even Qingying and Luo Luo, outside the passage, looked up at the sky, a sense of foreboding washing over them.
And on Mount Yu, Nan Xiaoxiang, her gaze fixed on an ancient medical text, suddenly looked up, her heart pounding in her chest.
No one knew what was happening.
The light from Chen Yin’s sword intensified, expanding and swirling, until it formed a sphere of pure, radiant energy, a defiant beacon against the encroaching darkness.
Jiazi’s expression finally changed, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked at Chen Yin’s sword, its aura now rivaling that of the Dao Venerable.
“How… how is this possible?!”
“He’s actually fighting against the Dao Venerable?!”
Even in the Upper Realm, he had never witnessed a battle between Dao Venerables.
It would be catastrophic, a clash of cosmic forces that could shatter the very fabric of reality.
And yet, here they were, two beings of unimaginable power, their every move capable of destroying worlds, locked in a silent struggle.
Jiazi felt his own world crumbling around him, like the Void itself.
But he couldn’t move, his body frozen, his mind reeling.
Beside Chen Yin, Master looked at him, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, her gaze unreadable.
The Dao Venerable’s attack finally arrived, a finger of pure, destructive power.
And Chen Yin, his sword raised, his body still and calm, as if he had channeled the light of the entire world into his blade, a light that would make the Eternal Light Sword truly eternal,
Stepped forward.
He felt like he was back in the scroll’s space, practicing his swordsmanship for countless years.
For the first time, he unleashed the full power of the Third Sword.
He put everything he had into this single strike.
His movements were effortless, like a casual swing of his blade, yet imbued with the weight of a thousand lifetimes.
And with a single, silent strike, he unleashed the light of a thousand worlds.
“—Third Sword.”
Everything was engulfed in a blinding white light.
The Void itself, a realm of eternal darkness, was illuminated by a single, brilliant flash.
Then, silence.
Jiazi’s last memory was of that blinding white light, the clash of two unimaginable forces, the outcome unknown.
When he could see again, everything had returned to normal.
The Void was still the Void.
The Qianlong Halberd lay on the ground, its aura extinguished, its once-brilliant surface now dull and lifeless.
The gate to the Upper Realm shimmered in the distance. Chen Yin and Master stood on the other side, their figures silhouetted against the light.
Jiazi felt drained, his mind still reeling from the aftershocks of that cosmic clash.
He didn’t know who had won.
Seeing Chen Yin still standing, unharmed, perhaps… he had won?
Had he actually defeated the Dao Venerable?
But Chen Yin’s face held no trace of victory.
He looked down at his hand.
…It was empty. Only a few fragments of shimmering dust remained, floating in the air.
The Eternal Light Sword had shattered.
It hadn’t been able to withstand the full power of the Third Sword.
In its final moments, it had unleashed all its remaining energy, channeling Chen Yin’s power into a single, devastating blow.
It had shattered the Dao Venerable’s attack,
But it had also shattered itself.
Chen Yin looked at the fragments, his heart heavy with a mixture of sadness and regret.
Master also looked at the shattered sword, then she smiled faintly.
“…It’s broken. But it did its best. It’s your fault for being so reckless.”
Chen Yin remained silent, his eyes downcast.
“Don’t be sad,” she said gently, “it might be possible to repair it. Perhaps it will recover someday.”
Chen Yin didn’t reply.
He knew she was trying to comfort him. But they both knew the real problem wasn’t the broken sword…
…it was that he had no sword.
Without a sword, he couldn’t use his sword techniques. Without his sword techniques, his most powerful weapon, the Three Swords, was useless.
The weapons in the System Shop couldn’t even handle the First Sword, let alone the Third.
How could he fight against Jiazi without a sword?
A faint sigh echoed from the Qianlong Halberd.
“…A pity.”
“But it’s enough.”
“Without a Dao Realm treasure, you’re no match for me.”
“…Don’t disappoint me,” the Dao Venerable’s voice was cold and indifferent.
Jiazi’s body trembled, and he bowed deeply. “Yes, Master! I won’t fail you!”
The aura emanating from the halberd faded, and Jiazi breathed a sigh of relief, his back soaked with cold sweat.
It wasn’t just the Dao Venerable’s power that had terrified him, but also Chen Yin’s sword.
…A true prodigy… he thought, a hint of awe and fear in his heart.
Both Chen Yin and Yu Ling were far more powerful than he had imagined.
But he couldn’t let them live.
He picked up the Qianlong Halberd and pointed it at them.
“A pity,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice, “if there’s a next time, don’t defy the Dao Venerable.”
As Jiazi’s aura intensified, Master stepped forward.
But Chen Yin stopped her, his hand gripping hers tightly.
“No.” His gaze was firm and unwavering.
Master smiled at him, her eyes sparkling.
“Don’t worry.”
Time seemed to freeze around them.
“Chen Yin, I have something to tell you.”