Chapter 132: Entering the Realm of Myriad Gods, the City in Storm Transforms into Swords!
The next day, the rain had diminished somewhat, but flashes of lightning and thunder still filled the sky.
Feeling the warm temperature on her right hand, Liu Jianli slowly woke up. Since the failed tribulation, she had never slept so deeply.
Turning her head to the side, she saw a handsome face with closed eyes, breathing evenly.
He seemed to be having a pleasant dream, occasionally grinning and making strange laughing sounds.
Liu Jianli quietly gazed at his sleeping face, recalling the past.
She was the pride of the Liu family. When she was born, she caused Heaven and Earth natural phenomena.
At the age of seven, she saw her father wearing a sword, and joyfully extended her right hand. To her surprise, the sword trembled and emitted a sword hum.
The whole family was astonished.
This was an innate sword heart!
Following the martial tradition, she progressed rapidly, consolidating her foundation, suppressing her realm, and later breaking through, covering thousands of miles in a day.
Then came the well-known fact that at fifteen, she reached the seventh rank, was brought into the Myriad Sword Sect, and subsequently advanced to the sixth and fifth ranks!
By the time she reached the fifth rank, she had already comprehended the fourth level of sword intent, the realm of concealed weapons.
Her life was simple—aside from cultivation, it was all about sword practice.
Women’s preferences like rouge and powder were of no concern to her.
In her eyes, the way of the sword was everything.
So much so that when the tribulation failed, and her lower body was paralyzed, she fell into confusion.
She didn’t know where her life would go from there.
When her grandfather and father suggested she marry into another family, she neither objected nor cared. After all, for her there was no difference anywhere.
But after arriving, she found that there was a difference.
Because here, there was one more person.
Her mother had once told her that the happiest thing for a woman in her life was to find someone she liked, and who liked her in return.
She didn’t know if this was “liking,” but she just felt a sense of inexplicable peace when she was with this person.
Torrential rain, lightning snakes cutting through the sky, followed by a thunderous roar.
Liu Jianli remained calm; the traumas in her heart had been smoothed. When the thunder resounded, what came to her mind was not the nine-layer heavenly tribulation, but the singing from last night and the silhouette of a person.
Qin Feng frowned, as if the thunder had disrupted his peaceful dream.
Seeing this, Liu Jianli looked up at the sky.
At that moment, the sword box beside her began to tremble, and the sound of swords flowed. Centered on the Qin family, within a radius of a thousand yards, the rain stopped in the air!
And this was just the beginning!
The bizarre phenomenon continued to expand, affecting the entire city of Jinyang!
The people in the city, witnessing this scene, were all dumbfounded: “What on earth is happening?”
Si Zheng, who had just come out of the brothel rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Is this the domain? No, something’s not right.”
In the simple courtyard, Old Li drank his wine and exclaimed, “How exhilarating.”
At the entrance of the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Cang Feilan’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
The sloppy old man lying on the wicker chair chuckled, “The realm of the Myriad Gods at the age of nineteen.”
In the Qin residence, servants and maids looked at this strange scene, pointing and whispering, their eyes filled with astonishment.
“Master, this weather…” Second Madam reached out and touched a raindrop, feeling a cool sensation.
Qin Jian’an beside her saw this scene narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t say much.
“Young Master, is this…?” Outside the guest room, Wang Xu and his companion exclaimed in surprise.
Ya’an fell into silence, lost in thought.
At the lakeside pavilion, Liu Jianli waved her left hand and rainwater reversed its flow gathering in the sky. Soon, the city’s storm transformed into a giant water sword!
Thunder serpents surged again!
The water sword rose into the sky, directly dispersing the thunder and breaking apart the dark clouds!
The sky seemed to be split in half, as if a door to heaven had opened.
Sunlight spilled again, shining on the raindrops, radiating a golden glow.
Liu Jianli withdrew her gaze and looked at the man sleeping beside her, his brows relaxed, and a faint smile on his lips.
In Jinyang City, in a wealthy merchant’s mansion, the spacious residence was quiet. Only in the main hall could faint sobs be heard.
A man wearing a straw hat was sitting in the lobby, and the stone slabs all around were covered in blood.
The dried-up well behind him had been lowered, and the chain of the locked well kept trembling, emitting sobs from the well.
“Sword intent at the fifth level, realm of the Myriad Gods,” a hoarse voice rang out.
The person slapped the chain on the surface of the dry well, and the whimpering in the well slowly subsided.
Inside the Lord’s mansion, Ye Luoting watched the magnificent scene in the sky, wide-eyed.
Coincidentally, Ye Heng walked out of the house, and he hurriedly asked, “Dad, look at the sky.”
Ye Heng didn’t respond, his face terrifyingly grim.
Qin Feng was still sleeping soundly. He was too tired after spending the whole night guarding Liu Jianli.
At this moment, he was having a dream.
In the dream, a beautiful woman appeared surreal and enchanting. He took a gentle sniff, and the fragrance filled his nostrils.
“It won’t do, my back can’t take it anymore,” muttered Qin Feng. As a beam of sunlight fell on his face, he rubbed his eyes and woke up slowly, feeling aches in his waist and back.
“Was this dream so real?” Qin Feng wondered. Opening his eyes, he saw Li Jianli right in front of him, her bright eyes staring at him from beneath her long eyelashes.
Startled, he quickly sat up. No wonder he felt sore; turns out, he had slept on the armrest of a wheelchair all night!
Looking outside the pavilion, the thunderstorm had passed, the rain had stopped, and the sunlight illuminated a thriving scene.
“The sun is already so high? I slept for so long.” Qin Feng, rubbing his waist couldn’t help but sigh. The body of a scholar is indeed a bit weak.
Feeling the gaze of the beautiful woman, he smiled wryly.
“In this state, would she think I’m frail?” Ignoring the pain in his back, he quickly straightened up, pretending everything was normal.
“The rain last night was really heavy,” Qin Feng casually mentioned.
“Yeah” the beauty replied softly.
Oh no, his back was starting to hurt again. He had to find a way to leave. Qin Feng’s face turned unpleasant, and then he took the initiative: “Are you hungry? I’ll make you a bowl of noodles.”
“Okay,” Li Jianli nodded slightly.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng felt as if he had received a pardon. Bending slightly, he walked away as if escaping.
Just around the corner of the corridor, he ran into Lan Ningshuang coming towards him. Seeing him bending and walking with difficulty, she curiously asked, “Young Master, are you…”
“I’m fine, please don’t misunderstand,” Qin Feng waved his hand, laboriously straightening up and slowly walking away.
Lan Ningshuang was puzzled, shook her head, and returned to the lakeside pavilion, saying with joy, “Miss, congratulations on comprehending the fifth level of Sword Intent, the Realm of a Myriad Gods.”
With such a big commotion, she, also a practitioner of the sword, naturally guessed the reason.
However, when she saw the tender scene between the young lady and the young master in the lakeside pavilion, she chose not to disturb them.
“However, Miss, you were always just a step away from the Realm of a Myriad Gods. In desperation, you chose to use the heavenly calamity to comprehend the fifth level of Sword Intent. But now, why did you suddenly have enlightenment?”
“I don’t know the reason.” Li Jianli shook her head, lips slightly parted.
At that moment, she just didn’t want the torrential rain and thunder to disturb someone’s peaceful sleep. In that instant of thought, her mind became clear, and the barrier of the fifth level of Sword Intent, the Realm of a Myriad Gods, naturally and effortlessly broke open.
Although she didn’t understand why it happened, the feeling was quite good.
Li Jianli smiled slightly, and for a moment, the world lost its color.
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