The divine tool, the Sword to Send You Safely on Your Way, fell from Ye Ling's hand.
All of the spectating disciples and elders thought that Ye Ling had been severely wounded, which was why the weapon had fallen from her hand. There was nothing wrong with this speculation.
However, An Lin's expression became unprecedentedly grave.
Sure enough, in the next instant. The Sword to Send You Safely on Your Way began to move on its own. A silvery-white light flashed as it advanced at a speed so fast that even An Lin was unable to keep up.
Seeking An …
Wasn't he just looking for An Lin?
He was using his divine tool to track down An Lin through the connection between him and his disciple!
Almost without hesitation, he immediately used his six Divine Fires, including a Holy Fire. They formed layers of barriers that protected him.
However, to his surprise, the divine tool suddenly disappeared right before it came into contact with the holy flames. In the next instant, all of the hairs on his body stood up on end.
The divine tool dagger had appeared right in front of his face!
The blade of the dagger was right before his eyes, and a chill ran down his spine.
The blood that Ye Ling had spat onto his face was emitting faint energy fluctuations, which were none other than the latent energy that could drastically enhance the power of a divine tool.
So the blood she spat onto my face was also a foreshadowing?
An Lin finally came to a realization in that instant.
Ye Ling had told him that the divine tool didn't belong to her. Instead, it belonged to An Lin. She was most likely trying to use Seeking An to return the divine tool to its rightful owner …
Even though this was probably the most refreshing method of returning an item he had ever seen.
She was returning the divine tool to send him on his way …
That's right, this was the Sword to Send You Safely on Your Way!
An Lin was about to be sent "safely" on his way by this sword!
Whoosh!
A silvery-white light flashed through the air.
It then flashed through the sky like a shooting star.
All of the disciples only saw a flash of white light before An Lin's body fell backward. All of them widened their eyes in shock, and all of the female disciples turned pale with fright.
"Sect Leader An Lin!"
"It's over. Was his head blasted open?"
"There's no way he can survive after having his head pierced through by a divine tool."
"Waah … God An finally came back to life, is he going to die again?"
The disciples either sighed or cried bitterly.
Until An Lin turned his head and glanced snappily at the spectating disciples in the distance. "Please, can you guys not be so dramatic?"
Hearing this, all the disciples felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.
"Sect Leader An Lin's face is covered in blood, but he's still alive. As expected of Sect Leader An Lin!"
"Didn't Ye Ling spray the blood on his face?"
"Uh …"
Hearing everyone's words, An Lin used a spell technique to wash the blood off his face.
However, on the side of his clean face, the crowd actually saw a bloodstain that was slowly oozing blood. The wound wasn't big and seemed to have been scratched.
"Ying!" The phoenix seemed to have realized something and cried out excitedly, flapping its pure gold wings as if it was celebrating.
"Sect Leader An Lin's face is injured."
"Could it be … that strike just now?"
"That move was used by Senior Sister Ye Ling, so she won, right?"
Even though they were saying this, the disciples still didn't dare to believe it.
Previously, An Lin had made an agreement with Ye Ling that if she could injure him and make him bleed, then he would lose the match. Now, there was a bloodstain on An Lin's face …
"Thirteen minutes have elapsed, and An Lin is injured. Ye Ling is the victor of this sparring match!" Bai Ling announced the final result in a loud and clear voice.
The entire drill ground instantly fell silent.
Then, raucous cheers erupted into the heavens.
"Congratulations to Senior Sister for winning the match!"
"She won, Senior Sister actually won!"
"Awesome, this is the most inspiring and touching counterattack I've ever seen, wuwuwu …"
"We are proud and elated, everyone is happy! Hahaha … "
Everyone was elated to see Ye Ling's miserable state, and they all expressed their joy and excitement for her victory. When success was extremely difficult and difficult to obtain, people would often be filled with admiration toward the successful person and would silently stand on the same side as them.
In contrast, An Lin had been the most badass throughout the entire match, but he had been injured once and had become a negative example for all the disciples …
"Dong Zhen, I …" Cheng Yingxiong was a little excited as he looked at the sexy vixen beside him, but at the same time, he was also a little intimidated and fearful.
Dong Zhen patted Cheng Yingxiong's shoulder three times before swaying her fiery fox tail and blinking seductively with a smile. "See you tomorrow."
Cheng Yingxiong faltered slightly before becoming ecstatic. He turned toward Ye Ling with tears welling up in his eyes with gratitude. "Thank you, Senior Sister Ye!"
On the drill ground.
The raucous cheers didn't affect the two of them.
Ye Ling dragged her battered body to her feet with great difficulty, and she looked up at An Lin with a trembling voice. "Master, I won."
An Lin nodded with a smile. "That's right, Little Ling is the best."
Ye Ling stared blankly at An Lin. She looked at his warm smile and his tall and straight figure. Even though he wasn't very muscular, he was extremely reliable and gave her a sense of security.
She thought back to a hundred years ago, when she was learning sword techniques and cultivation from her master. Every time she made progress, her master would always praise her like this, praising her for being the best.
Then, her master disappeared.
Her master couldn't see any of her progress either.
All of the praises that she had become accustomed to suddenly disappeared from her life. Only then did she realize how much she wanted to be acknowledged by that person for all of her hard work …
Without that person's praises, she didn't know who to tell about the joy she felt every time she made progress. From being at a loss for what to do, to focusing wholeheartedly on Dao, Spirit Nurturing, Soul Formation, Return to Void …
Along the way, she wanted so badly to tell that person about all of her progress.
She wanted so badly to hear that person praise "Little Ling is the best" again …
This was a dream that she had never dared to tell anyone, but it had finally come true today.
Ye Ling stared at the white-robed figure in front of her eyes, and hot tears began to flow from her eyes.
"Hey, Little Ling, why are you crying? Did I praise you in the wrong way?" An Lin was given a fright by the sight of Ye Ling's tears.
"Pffft …" Ye Ling burst into laughter.
Her smile was particularly enchanting under the setting sun.
After smiling for a while, she felt her vision blur a little. Her body swayed slightly and she fell backward.
In the next instant, a light breeze blew past.
An Lin half-knelt to the ground and wrapped his arms around Ye Ling's slender waist before cradling her in his arms.
"Little Ling, Little Ling, are you alright?"
An Lin looked at Ye Ling with a hint of guilt in his eyes, and he was remorseful that he had gone too far.
"I'm fine … I'm just too tired … but I'm very happy, and I want to rest as soon as I relax …" Ye Ling felt the warmth radiating from her body, and she snuggled into An Lin's arms with a hint of attachment. Her actions and demeanor were completely unlike those of a young woman. Instead, she was more like a little girl who was clinging onto her big brother.
She raised her head and looked up at the gradually darkening sky. There were still remnants of reddish-golden and purple light lingering in the sky, making it appear like a vibrant oil painting. She couldn't help but ask, "Master, do you like to watch the sunset?"
"Hmm?" An Lin faltered momentarily before nodding. "I do."
"I like it too." A sweet smile appeared on Ye Ling's face as she heaved a long sigh before slowly closing her eyes.
A familiar aura and a familiar warmth.
In her dreams, Ye Ling felt as if she had returned to a hundred years ago.
Every time she finished practicing her sword techniques, the sun would set, and she would be drenched in sweat. An Lin would often call out to her from the drill ground. "Let's go, Little Ling. Master has finished cooking, so come home and eat."
Ye Ling would always pounce toward her Master with elation and hold onto his warm hand as she told him about her gains from the day. Hearing An Lin's praise made her feel as if the day had been a complete and fulfilling one.
Time flew by, and the past was no longer the same.
Thankfully, her Master had finally returned home.
With her Master by her side, she enjoyed the sunset.
She really liked it.
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