Chapter 377-378 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 377-378 |
As Chen Yin raised his sword, a profound silence fell over the world.
The space around him and Master distorted, stretching and expanding into an infinite void.
“I…I can’t sense Young Master anymore!” Luo Luo exclaimed, her voice filled with panic.
“Don’t worry,” Qian Yuan said calmly, “I’ve created a separate space, a realm beyond the influence of causality, for their battle. Only with my intervention can they unleash their full power without shattering the Heavenly Dao.”
“…So…” Luo Qiaoqiao bit her lip, her heart pounding with anxiety, “they have to fight?”
“Their fates are intertwined,” Qian Yuan’s voice was distant and ethereal, “this battle is inevitable. No one can interfere. No one can help. We can only watch.”
Within the Void, Master looked at Chen Yin, his sword raised, and after a long silence, she pouted playfully. “I shouldn’t have given you that sword. I thought it would be a useful tool for you in the Lower Realm, but now you’re pointing it at me. You ungrateful brat.”
“Thank you for the compliment,” he retorted, a grin on his face.
“Think carefully,” she said, her hands on her hips, her expression still playful, yet a hint of steel had entered her voice. “I won’t hold back. If I make you cry, don’t blame me.”
“You little…!” Master’s face turned crimson, and she gritted her teeth. “You’re dead!”
Despite their playful banter, they both knew this was no laughing matter. A battle between Dao Realm cultivators was a clash of Daos, a test of their understanding and mastery of the fundamental forces of the universe. They both wielded two Daos, and since their Dao of Life and Death stemmed from the same source, the true battle would be between his Sword Dao and her Dao of Time.
Chen Yin knew how powerful Master could be when she was serious.
And she knew how stubborn and relentless he could be.
Neither of them was certain of victory. And neither of them would hold back.
The Eternal Light Sword vanished from his hand, a flash of light, the culmination of millennia of practice, a blade honed to an unimaginable sharpness.
—Second Sword!
He unleashed the full power of his Second Sword, its might unmatched, its aura sweeping through the Void, all other Daos and rules bending before its power.
Even Qian Yuan, maintaining the stability of the space from outside, frowned.
“…This boy…” he murmured, his eyes closing slightly. He had underestimated Chen Yin’s Sword Dao. This single strike threatened to shatter the very space he had created. “Such power… from a mere Sword Dao…?” He remembered Yu Ling’s words: His Sword Dao, at its peak, can even sever causality. He hadn’t believed it then, but now…
As Chen Yin’s sword, its aura radiating outwards like a supernova, descended towards her, Yu Ling just watched, her expression calm and serene, a playful smile on her lips. She even winked at him.
And his sword… suddenly slowed down,
Like a plane descending for landing, its momentum fading, its once-unstoppable force now a slow, creeping advance.
And a faint aura of decay, of corruption, began to emanate from its tip, as if eons were passing between the raising of the sword and its descent.
Chen Yin felt it most acutely.
His sword, capable of cleaving through space itself, felt like it was moving through thick mud, its power waning with each passing moment.
And his body, his very being, was aging rapidly, his youthful appearance shifting and changing, his face becoming lined and weathered, his hair turning white, his body withering and decaying.
But his eyes remained clear, his gaze unwavering, his sword, though slow, still moving, inching towards Master, who watched him with a faint smile on her lips.
And the moment the tip of his sword touched her,
Her form dissolved, like a painting fading away.
And Chen Yin found himself standing in a bustling street, surrounded by the sights and sounds of a busy market, the shouts of vendors, the laughter of children, the gentle chatter of young women.
He looked down at the sword in his hand, its size and weight unfamiliar, its beautiful form a stark contrast to his ragged clothes and his small, childlike hands.
“Why… am I here?”
“What is this? Why do I have it?” He looked at the sword, its intricate design captivating him. He didn’t know its value, but perhaps he could sell it for some food. He looked around nervously, then ran into a nearby alley, clutching the sword tightly, wiping the dust from its surface.
He wondered where he could sell it. The pawn shop in the east would cheat him, offering only a few coins for such a beautiful sword. Perhaps the one in the west would give him a better price. He grinned, imagining a feast of pancakes.
But as he emerged from the alley, he was stopped by a group of older boys, their faces familiar. They were the lackeys of Young Master Wang, a spoiled brat who enjoyed tormenting street urchins like him. They would often throw food on the ground, then urinate on it as he tried to pick it up, or plant stolen goods on him and then call the guards.
“Look! The little beggar! What’s that in your hand?!”
“A beautiful sword! You little thief! You stole it, didn’t you?! That’s worth a fortune! You’ll be killed if they catch you!”
“We’ll return it for you. Don’t be ungrateful.”
Chen Yin knew they were lying. They would just steal the sword and then report him to the authorities. No one would believe a homeless boy.
He turned and ran, but more boys were waiting for him at the other end of the alley.
He curled up on the ground, protecting his head and his stomach, his arms wrapped tightly around the sword. They kicked and punched him, but he wouldn’t let go.
Frustrated, they were about to continue their beating when a sudden gust of wind sent them sprawling. They scrambled to their feet, yelling about immortals, and ran away.
Chen Yin looked up and saw a beautiful young woman standing before him, a small girl hiding shyly behind her. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, her skin so fair, her figure so graceful, her scent so intoxicating.
“Come with me,” she said, her eyes meeting his.
“Where?”
“Mount Yu. It will be your home.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Immortal Yu Ling. From this day forward, I’m your Master.”
Her voice was like music, calming his fear, and he looked at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked, wiping the dirt from his face.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice filled with a gentle amusement.
He looked at the sword in his hand, then raised it with difficulty, his small arms trembling under its weight.
“I want…”
“To take off your pants, hang you from a tree,”
“And then… spank you mercilessly.”
Immortal Yu Ling’s eyes widened slightly, then she pouted.
And Chen Yin, with a mighty swing, brought the sword down on her head.
The world around them rippled and distorted, the very fabric of reality seeming to tremble under the force of his blow.
Yu Ling reappeared a short distance away, her hands on her hips, glaring at him. “You little pervert! Asking to spank me the first time we meet?!”
“I have a particular fondness for… disciplining… girls,” Chen Yin said casually, his clothes and his body restored to their normal state. “Especially those who find creative excuses to spank me.”
“Someday… I’ll get my revenge.”
Master stomped her foot angrily, but a hint of sadness and resignation flickered in her eyes.
…As expected. He’s stronger than I thought. His sword… it can even sever the threads of time…
Chen Yin’s heart was also pounding in his chest. That casual swing had been more difficult than it looked. If he had hesitated, even for a moment, he might not have been able to execute the technique. The Dao of Time was a formidable force, and he had seen Master’s power firsthand. He wasn’t sure he could defeat her.
But after years of relentless practice in the scroll’s space, his swordsmanship had reached a level beyond even that of Lin Xian, a peak Dao Realm expert. He no longer questioned whether his sword could cut through something.
Because so far, it had cut through everything.
It had never failed him.
“You’re really something,” Chen Yin sighed, “rewinding time to our first meeting… really? I can’t bear to see that scene again. If you want to mess with my head, why not rewind to our first night together?”
Master pouted, her cheeks flushing slightly. “No way. What if you still decided to attack me? I don’t want to see that.”
“Then be a good girl,” Chen Yin said, walking towards her, “go home and wait. After I save the world, I’ll… reward you.”
But as he took a step, he found himself still in the same place.
“Why are you so stubborn?” Master said, exasperated. “Don’t you know the Sword Dao can’t inherit the Heavenly Dao? The Heavenly Dao governs all things. Your Sword Dao only knows how to kill and destroy. If you inherit the Heavenly Dao, you’ll destroy the world!”
“What if I have another way?”
“Tell me.”
“Will you back down if I do?”
“Of course not.”
“Then there’s no point,” Chen Yin shrugged. “You’re right, the Sword Dao isn’t suitable for inheriting the Heavenly Dao.”
Fortunately, I wasn’t planning on using the Sword Dao anyway.
Master’s brow furrowed. “The Dao of Life and Death? That’s not enough either.”
“It doesn’t matter. You won’t let me inherit the Heavenly Dao even if I tell you.”
“Just try to stop me. After I spank you, of course.”
“You and your spanking obsession!” Master’s face flushed, and she waved her hand, the Void around them rippling and distorting.
Chen Yin’s eyes narrowed, a strange sensation washing over him.
“Fine! If you can touch me with your next sword strike, I’ll concede. If you can’t, you go back to Mount Yu, make babies with your harem, and leave me alone. Understand?”
Chen Yin looked at the distorted space before them. It seemed empty, a vast expanse of nothingness,
But he knew that within that seemingly empty space lay something vast and immeasurable, something beyond comprehension.
…Time.
Millennia, eons, an eternity of time, stretched between them, like a vast, silent river.
He could see her on the other side, but he couldn’t reach her.
“Go on, then! Cut through time itself! Then I’ll admit defeat! Otherwise, you’ll never be on top again!” She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
Chen Yin’s eyes hardened with resolve.
“You said it.”
Master’s playful demeanor faltered. “Wait… are you serious? Can you really… cut through time?”
Chen Yin didn’t answer, just raised his sword.
“You’re bluffing. Even your Sword Dao, at its peak, can’t cut through all of time. That’s ridiculous.” Her voice was filled with a nervous bravado.
Even Qian Yuan, watching from outside the void, frowned. Impossible… Even this space, created by him, separated from the world’s causality, was still a world. And time, everywhere, was infinite. He didn’t believe Chen Yin could sever it.
“Qian Yuan,” a calm, ancient voice suddenly said behind him, “are you sure you can contain their battle alone? Perhaps you need my assistance?”
Qian Yuan raised an eyebrow, his voice still calm and steady. “…I see. So that’s why there’s always been a shadow in his causality. He’s your pawn.”
Long Shu chuckled. “He’s not a pawn. He’s a player.”
Qian Yuan glanced at him sideways. “You think so highly of him?”
“Are you so confident you can contain the aftershocks of their battle alone?” Long Shu countered.
“They’re just two Dao Realm cultivators,” Qian Yuan frowned. “If I, a Dao Venerable, can’t even contain their power, then—”
His face suddenly paled.
…Chen Yin had raised his sword.
Qian Yuan’s expression turned grim, while Long Shu, a faint smile on his lips, looked at him with a hint of amusement. “…Still so confident?”
“…”
Seeing Qian Yuan’s silence, Long Shu extended his hand and gently touched the Void, stabilizing the distorted space.
Even outside the Void, the strain was palpable, but inside, Master’s playful facade had crumbled, replaced by a nervous uncertainty.
“You’re not going to use… that, are you?”
“I’ve never used it outside the scroll’s space before. And even inside, I only used its form, not its true essence. Consider this… a sign of respect for my Master.”
“Respect my ass! You’ll kill me!” Master exclaimed, her voice filled with a sudden panic as she felt the Void trembling around them, a primal fear gripping her heart. “Wait! Let’s talk about this! You can’t cut through time! It’s impossible!”
“We’ll see.”
“What if you accidentally kill me?!”
“Then it’s just bad luck for Master.”
“You little…!”
She wanted to say more, but Chen Yin’s sword was already raised, the Changming Sword humming softly in his hand, its usual vibrant light now subdued, its power concentrated, contained. He heard Sword Maiden’s soft, satisfied sigh. His own heart was calm, a stillness he had never felt before, the world around him fading away, until only he and his sword remained.
“You’re serious?!”
Master gritted her teeth, her own power surging, the Dao of Time and the Dao of Life and Death intertwining, forming an invisible net, a barrier against his attack.
And Chen Yin, after a long moment of silence, his eyes closed in concentration, finally opened them.
Qian Yuan’s face paled. “You—!”
Before he could speak, he unleashed his full power, half of it to reinforce the Void, the other half to stabilize the trembling Heavenly Dao. Beside him, Long Shu also acted, his expression grim, his voice a low chant as he channeled his power into the fractured Heavens.
And as Chen Yin opened his eyes, a soft cracking sound, like an egg hatching, echoed through the Void.
“Third Sword.”
The Changming Sword descended, and the world turned white,
A pure, pristine white,
As if returning to its original state, before the creation of all things.
Yu Ling’s hair swirled around her, her dress billowing in the wind, as the world before her shattered like a mirror, its fragments scattering like glittering dust.
And through the shimmering light, a figure emerged, stepping across millennia, his gaze meeting hers.
He gently lifted her chin, his eyes searching hers.
“I’m here,” he said, his voice soft and gentle, “ready for your punishment?”
Yu Ling’s lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak, her eyes wide with surprise. After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally whispered,
“It’s strange… I was so determined… I wasn’t going to listen to you… I was going to do this alone… but seeing you here… after all this… you really came for me…”
She suddenly felt a warmth spreading through her chest, a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“This… this is… the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“I’m just a simple man. I didn’t know what else to do,” Chen Yin shrugged, a playful grin on his face.
“One last time,” she whispered, her eyes searching his, “are you… sure about this? Do you… regret it…?”
“I regret it. Of course, I regret it,” he said, his voice firm and unwavering. “My biggest regret… is not… thoroughly ravaging you… before I left. You still have the energy to argue with me, which means… you need to be punished.”
“Just wait till we get back to Mount Yu. No one can save you this time. I’ll make you cry all night.”
“No, a whole month,” he said, his voice a playful growl.
Yu Ling blinked at him, then giggled, her laughter soft and gentle, a mixture of amusement and resignation. “…You brat… You win.”
She lowered her eyes, her voice barely a whisper.
I’m sorry, Brother. I can’t refuse him.
This time… I’ll let him have his way.