Volume I: The Emperor's Sword Chapter 150: A Corner of a Skirt

Hearing about condensing a sword qi straw raincoat, several people were stunned.

This was the Realm of Transformation, the graveyard of swords, not the Myriad-Fathom Tower.

Zhou Yuanliang was the first to understand, and he said, "Using sword qi straw raincoats to resist spatial force! A good idea, but the sword rain in the Realm of Transformation hasn't been transformed by the Myriad-Fathom Tower, so we can't utilize it. Forcibly absorbing it into our bodies will only continuously erode our physical forms."

The difficulty was obvious. The sword rain was too sharp and unsuitable for condensing a sword qi straw raincoat; otherwise, there would be no need for the first floor of the Myriad-Fathom Tower, and everyone could just enter and condense it themselves for convenience.

Yi Hongwen wore a tragic expression and said, "If I could actually condense a sword qi straw raincoat, I would be able to survive in the Realm of Transformation."

He was speaking the truth.

The most perilous thing in the Realm of Transformation was the inescapable sword rain. If one could freely condense a sword qi straw raincoat, even those with lower cultivation would have a chance of survival here.

By then, they would only need to hide from fierce beasts.

Han Ning shook her head weakly and said, "At least I can't do it. Sword rain that hasn't been transformed by the Myriad-Fathom Tower is no different from physical blades and swords piercing the body. No one can condense it."

Lando nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Han Ning's assessment.

She wasn't afraid of sword rain, but she had to rely on her Blood Barbarian state to resist it. She had never heard of anyone being able to condense a sword qi straw raincoat within the Realm of Transformation.

Including Mu Qingyao, everyone shared the same thought.

Yun Que's proposal was simply impossible to realize.

Condensing a sword qi straw raincoat inside the Realm of Transformation was utterly unheard of!

"A quarter of an hour is the limit. If you want to survive, use everything you've got."

Yun Que did not explain further, instead summoning seven flying swords.

The seven swords soared into the air, immediately connecting head-to-tail, forming a circle above everyone's heads and beginning to spin slowly.

The flying swords spun faster and faster.

Until they formed a closed sword ring!

Within the sword ring, dense and sharp strands of sword qi intertwined into a net, resembling a sieve.

Any sword rain falling into the sword ring had its downward speed noticeably slowed, and its sharpness drastically reduced, reaching a level that cultivators could endure.

Refining the sword rain!

Using the wondrous nature of his sword veins, Yun Que accomplished an unprecedented feat!

Refining the sword rain not only consumed spiritual energy but also harmed the body. Yun Que could not sustain it for long; what he was facing was the backlash of the thunder tribulation's power.

This was entirely different from being struck by sword rain.

If it were just himself, Yun Que could bathe in the sword rain for as long as he liked, but refining a massive expanse of sword rain would gradually accumulate terrifying thunder tribulation power, ultimately causing Yun Que to burst from the overload.

A quarter of an hour was already the absolute limit.

"The rain has lessened!" Yi Hongwen said in astonishment.

"The sword qi is sharper than that on the first floor of the Myriad-Fathom Tower, but it's bearable! Quick! Condense your sword qi straw raincoats!" Realizing that Yun Que could not hold on for long, Zhou Yuanliang urged urgently.

Daring not to delay, everyone exerted all their might to condense their raincoats.

Due to her severe injuries, Mu Qingyao was barely able to move, and Wu Dachuan was still unconscious. These two were incapable of sustaining themselves.

With one hand, Yun Que grabbed Mu Qingyao, and with the other, he grabbed Wu Dachuan. While controlling his swords, he helped the two of them condense their raincoats.

This spectacle caused Zhou Yuanliang and the others to tremble inwardly.

Not only could he refine the sword rain, but he also had excess energy to help others condense sword qi straw raincoats—what kind of capability did it take to achieve this?

Even the elders of the four academies probably couldn't do it!

Zhou Yuanliang, who thought he understood Yun Que, finally felt that he had been overconfident. This Lord Yun grew increasingly mysterious; every time he made a move, it exceeded expectations, and each time was more terrifying than the last.

Rescuing people at Fog Mountain, fighting the poison master alone, battling the Blood-Feathered Spider, and now even refining sword rain!

What kind of ability was this?

The more Zhou Yuanliang thought about it, the more alarmed he became. If he couldn't be certain that Yun Que was merely a Qi-Condensation cultivator, he would have suspected Yun Que was some old monster at the Core-Formation stage.

While desperately condensing his sword qi straw raincoat, Yi Hongwen silently swore in his heart that in the future, even if he were to offend the family head, the emperor, or even the elders, he would never offend Yun Que.

Yi Hongwen was extremely glad right now that he was a member of the Mu family; otherwise, Yun Que certainly wouldn't have bothered with him.

Should I change my last name to Mu like my mother?

Wasn't the name Mu Hongwen quite pleasant-sounding too? The closer one was to the Mu family, the closer one was to Yun Que. If all else failed, changing his name to Yun Hongwen would work just as well.

Yi Hongwen's mind raced with wild thoughts. As long as he could leave the Realm of Transformation alive, he wouldn't mind calling Yun Que his grandfather.

Han Ning and Han Jia were equally shocked, finding the astonishing means Yun Que displayed hard to believe.

Especially Han Jia, within whose heart a sense of pride began to well up.

As fellow natives of Yanmen Town, she was proud to have once been a neighbor to Yun Que.

It was akin to an ordinary, unremarkable small village suddenly producing a top imperial scholar, making every household in the village proud of him.

When one flourishes, all flourish; when one suffers, all suffer!

Compared to the shock of the others, Lando felt sheer terror in her heart.

She stared fixedly at the astonishing methods Yun Que displayed, with only a single thought running through her mind.

Was this even human...

Not only could he take on ten barbarian experts single-handedly, slay Tieye, kill the Blood-Feathered Spider, and slaughter a hundred mutated Blood Barbarians, but now he was actually refining sword rain!

He certainly wasn't human; he must have been some terrifying monster in disguise!

Lando looked at Yun Que's unbroad back and felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine.

As the daughter of the Chuchu Tribe's barbarian king, Lando was renowned for her bravery, and there was virtually nothing that could frighten her.

Yet now, there was one.

After a quarter of an hour, the sword ring dissipated.

Everyone had successfully condensed a sword qi straw raincoat capable of enveloping their entire bodies.

Mu Qingyao and Wu Dachuan were also wrapped in raincoats, which were even thicker than those of the others.

After putting away his flying swords, Yun Que immediately swallowed a few spiritual pills and closed his eyes to rest.

No one disturbed him, waiting quietly nearby.

After a full incense stick's worth of time, Yun Que finally recovered.

Refining the sword rain was truly exhausting.

The depletion of spiritual energy was a minor issue; the backlash of the sword qi was the most lethal part. Had it not been for his sword-vein physique, even the physical body of a Core-Formation expert would not have been able to withstand it.

Yun Que walked into the waterfall alone.

Under the cover of the water curtain, he took out the Boundary-Fixing Disc.

"Uncle Wang..."

Amidst his low murmur, the whites of Yun Que's eyes turned black once more, and the power of the death tribulation descended!

With Yun Que's current cultivation, he was incapable of activating the Boundary-Fixing Disc; he needed Kongwang's assistance to do so.

On the dark silver stone disc, ring after ring of halos gradually lit up, their intricate patterns forming dazzling bands of light.

A chilling and frigid aura began to pervade the air.

Beneath the water curtain, space seemed to be torn open, revealing a narrow passage that was pitch-black inside, leading to unknown destinations.

"Go!"

At Yun Que's call, Zhou Yuanliang jumped into the waterfall with Wu Dachuan on his back first, disappearing from view.

Lando followed closely, carrying Mu Qingyao on her back and leaping in. Han Jia and Yi Hongwen supported Han Ning as they entered the waterfall last.

Yun Que stepped inside last.

Behind the water curtain, the halo flashed once before falling completely silent.

The group of eight vanished from the Graveyard of Swords as though they had never appeared at the beginning.

The sword rain grew heavier.

Beneath the precipitous cliff, the dying Xiuxue lay flat on her back, feeling the sharpness of the sword rain.

She had completely lost consciousness, with only a blur of vision lingering before her eyes.

At the very moment her eyes closed, she heard footsteps.

Very light, very strange, as if they weren't stepping on the ground, but walking on water.

Then, she caught sight of a corner of a deep blue skirt.

Embroidered along the hem of the skirt were silver patterns resembling flashes of lightning.

How pretty...

This was Xiuxue's final thought before she sank into boundless darkness.