An iron-green crescent moon was embedded in the blue sky. The cold moonlight illuminated the forest with a lush green hue.
The wind swept past the treetops, and the rustling of the leaves was like a roar. The shrill howl of a wolf came from a distant mountain, carrying with it a murderous and sharp aura that made the forest tremble. It passed through the vast starry sky, through the vast Daxing Mountain Range, and into the ears of the heavily shackled man in the cave.
The cave was dark, damp, and covered in moss. It was long and narrow. When the wind blew past the entrance, a ghostly howl could be heard. There was a faint white light in the depths of the cave. Upon closer inspection, one would see scattered limbs and bones.
Meng Fuyao was curled up on the damp ground. Her clothes were tattered, and her body was covered with cuts and bruises.
She had been locked up in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect's secret death cell for almost seven days.
That day, after her battle, Lin Xuanyuan had disregarded his status and secretly distributed rice medicine to knock her out. Then, he had struck her and sent her flying. In front of everyone, he had angrily reprimanded her for secretly learning the sect's treasured martial arts. All the disciples had come to a sudden realization and humiliated her. Lin Xuanyuan had then locked her up in the death cell.
For the past seven days, Lin Xuanyuan had come every day to interrogate her about her background and demand that she hand over the sword technique she had used against the youth in black.
In today's world, martial strength was the most important thing. An ultimate technique was of extraordinary importance to the prosperity of a power. Lin Xuanyuan's eyes were sharp. He had long seen through the female disciple who was good at disguising herself. Although her sword technique was not perfect due to her lack of skill, it was still an ultimate technique. Thus, he was determined to obtain it.
Meng Fuyao only clenched her teeth in silence. She knew that this old dog was very cunning. With just a few words, her sword technique had become his secret ultimate technique. In the future, it would only be natural for the Mystic Essence Sword Sect to have another ultimate technique. As for her, the "thief" who had handed over the sword technique, she would definitely be silenced.
She did not want to die here. There were still many important things she had to do.
But when a person was seriously injured, constantly tortured, and had no food, how could she survive?
Panting, Meng Fuyao looked at the moonlight in the distance through the stone formation that was used to seal her. Her bloodshot eyes made the moonlight look even more blurry and demonic, distant and untouchable.
The free moonlight that sprinkled over the five continents shone on the pillow that the old dog slept on, but it could not shine on her, who had been immersed in the darkness for seven days and seven nights.
She smiled bitterly and closed her eyes, feeling the true Qi that had dissipated by more than half. Her Cleaving Nine Heavens technique had already reached the pinnacle of the third stage, but today's calamity had caused it to regress by more than half. More than a year's worth of hard work had gone to waste.
According to the old Daoist, 'Cleaving Nine Heavens' was a peerless technique that shocked the world. The higher the level, the harder it was to cultivate. Reaching the ninth level could be said to be unparalleled under the heavens. Meng Fuyao scoffed at the old Daoist's words, thinking that he was most likely bluffing. However, it was true that the technique was difficult to cultivate. She had only reached the third level after ten years of practice. This speed was already praised by the old Daoist as a genius. Now that she had fallen by one level, Meng Fuyao was filled with hatred.
As the night deepened, the faint sound of water gradually rang out in the quiet cave.
Struggling to get up, Meng Fuyao dragged herself along the ground bit by bit. The fine iron shackles clanked against the rugged ground, and it took her a long time before she reached the side of the mountain wall.
Leaning heavily against the wall, Meng Fuyao used all her strength to press her cheek against the wall, which was slowly dripping with water. She waited for the life-saving water drop by drop.
For the past seven days, she had relied on this water source, which would appear on time every night, to survive.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of water and catching her breath, she touched her face and realized that the fake scars had already been washed away by the water. However, it did not matter, as no one would come to the cave for the time being.
After drinking some water, she felt a little better. Leaning against the wall, she unintentionally looked out of the cave. Suddenly, her gaze froze.
In front of him, there was a protruding cliff. It was like the edge of a sword that had been split by a god. It was slanted out of the mountain. The faint silver moon was hanging on the cliff. It was round and bright. It looked like it had been hooked by the precipitous cliff.
The moonlight was cold and gentle, and on the mountain peak, someone was performing a flying sword dance.
The person's robe was loose and fluttering in the mountain wind. He was faintly discernible among the thin clouds floating high above the mountain peak, as if he was in the Nine Heavens. His every movement was graceful and elegant, as if he was in the Nine Heavens. His long sword slashed through the clouds and the moon, and his elegance was undulating. Although it was only a distant shadow, as it moved up and down, it gave off the unfettered elegance of a martial artist, as well as the aura of a deity.
Pearls fell from the Yaotai, and the rustling of a boat in the Penglai Realm. All these scenes were extremely beautiful, but they could not compare to the shadow of the sword dance in the moon. Swift and elegant, vigorous and graceful at the same time.
The Milky Way was vast and boundless, and the bright moon shrouded the cold sand. The light black shadow of the sword dance was plated with the jade white moonlight, and it was as bright as a painting. With a sword in hand, this person was unstoppable.
Unknowingly, Meng Fuyao had already become infatuated.
So much so that the entrance of the cave was suddenly covered by a long, slanted shadow, and the faint sound of someone quietly approaching from the dark, she did not notice it.
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