allendalepharm Chapter 54 Demon-Suppressing Sword
Chapter 54 Demon-Suppressing Sword
Chapter 54 Demon-Suppressing Sword
On the third day, the night rain had just stopped, the sky was clear and blue, and the sunlight shone down without reservation, illuminating Shenhuoshan Manor in a bright and sunny way. Even the air seemed to carry the freshness of a cleansing process and a faint sense of celebration.
The wedding of Dongfang Huaizhu and Wang Quanba is set for today.
Zhou Yi walked along the still-damp cobblestone path and arrived at Shenhuo Mountain Manor once again. The manor was brightly decorated and filled with guests, the noise tinged with solemnity and joy. He did not linger in the front hall, but went straight to the courtyard where Dongfang Huaizhu had temporarily resided before her marriage.
The flowers and trees in the courtyard were lush and verdant, even more so after the rain. The still-growing Mu Mie and the much more lively Dongfang Qinlan were chasing and playing in the courtyard, their clear laughter adding a touch of life to the slightly tense morning.
Inside the room, Dongfang Huaizhu sat before the mirror, her magnificent and elaborate wedding dress, as vibrant as fire and sunset, accentuating her already stunning beauty with a breathtaking and dignified allure. Yang Yan stood behind her, holding a jade comb, gently combing her cascading black hair with tender movements and focused eyes, as if performing an extremely important ceremony.
"You've arrived." Hearing footsteps, Yang Yan didn't turn around, but said softly, her hands still moving.
"Senior brother—" Upon hearing the voice, Dongfang Huaizhu instinctively tried to get up. The heavy wedding dress trailed on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.
"Just sit down." Zhou Yi's voice came from the doorway, as calm as ever. He entered the room and nodded slightly to Yang Yan.
Yang Yan understood, put down the jade comb in her hand, and tidied a strand of hair at Dongfang Huaizhu's temple. She said gently, "I'll go out and check on the two little ones first, so they don't go too far." After saying that, she glanced at Zhou Yi, turned around and left, gently closing the door behind her.
The room fell silent, with only the faint sounds of noise coming from outside the window and the unspoken emotions flowing between the two.
Dongfang Huaizhu sat upright before the mirror, and in the smooth bronze mirror, she could see the figure in black robes behind her. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions: the trepidation of a formal wedding, the anticipation for the future, the longing for her deceased father, and even more so, the deep gratitude and dependence on the senior brother before her who was like a brother, a father, a teacher, and a friend.
Zhou Yi walked to her side without saying much, but slowly moved his right hand, which had been behind his back, to the front.
Palms facing up, fingers slightly spread.
A ray of light quietly appeared in his palm.
That was no ordinary light. It possessed an extreme purity, a flowing gold, like liquid sunlight or solidified flame. Formless and shapeless, yet seemingly possessing countless forms, it slowly flowed and changed in Zhou Yi's palm, sometimes unfolding into a cluster of leaping, burning flames, intense and sacred; at other times, it suddenly contracted and stretched, transforming into a sharp, menacing golden blade! Flame and sword, two completely different images, coexisted harmoniously within this golden light, changing at will.
"This is—!" Dongfang Huaizhu's eyes widened suddenly, her breath catching slightly. No explanation was needed; the resonance deep within her bloodline and the shared aura she sensed instantly made her recognize it—"Pure Yang Flame?!"
"Not bad." Zhou Yi nodded, his gaze falling on the divine object that he had personally refined and which had undergone a complete transformation. "It is indeed Pure Yang Flame."
He slightly raised his right palm, and the ever-changing golden light seemed to come alive, gently yet steadily leaving his palm and slowly drifting towards Dongfang Huaizhu.
Dongfang Huaizhu subconsciously raised her hands, palms up, in a welcoming gesture.
Golden light silently fell into her palm. There was no heat, no repulsion, only a warm and mellow sensation.
It felt like a return to one's origins, a sense of warmth and resonance. She carefully sensed it; this "Pure Yang Flame" shared the same origin as the spiritual fire she inherited from her father, yet it was entirely different. It was more condensed, more pure, and contained an indescribable sharpness that seemed capable of severing all constraints.
"On the day Jin Renfeng was executed," Zhou Yi's voice rang out at the right moment, clearing up her confusion, "I extracted all the Eastern spiritual blood that I had stolen and refined from his body, stripped it of its filth, tempered its essence, and finally condensed it into this mass—"
He paused, as if searching for a more fitting word.
"—Perhaps, it should no longer be called fire."
As he spoke, the golden light in Dongfang Huaizhu's palm suddenly trembled! The speed of its shape change accelerated abruptly, and it finally stabilized—it was a phantom of a long sword about three feet long, its entire body flowing with liquid golden light!
The sword is long and elegant, with a golden sheen. The guard is surrounded by ancient cloud patterns, while the hilt has a deep, dark bronze color, which contrasts with the dazzling blade and makes it look even more ancient and grand.
"It should be called a sword," Zhou Yi said. "Perhaps due to the influence of my own sword intent and Daoist principles during the forging process, this being, which should have been a ball of supreme Yang spiritual fire, naturally transformed into the shape of a sword and possessed some of the characteristics of a sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden longsword phantom in Dongfang Huaizhu's palm trembled slightly, and suddenly transformed into an extremely thin golden thread, piercing straight towards Zhou Yi's heart, who was standing to the side!
"Senior brother!" Dongfang Huaizhu exclaimed in shock.
However, when the golden thread touched Zhou Yi's black robe at his heart, there was no sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh, nor did any blood seep out. It was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, or light and shadow being cast into the void; it simply and naturally, without any hindrance, completely disappeared into Zhou Yi's body!
Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.
"This sword is different from ordinary magical artifacts," he explained, as if the thrilling scene just now was merely a routine demonstration. "It is formless and intangible, yet it can take shape at will. Most importantly—"
A faint golden light appeared on his chest, and the next moment, the tip of the golden longsword silently "grew" out from his palm, and then fully appeared, flowing with golden light and sharp and menacing.
"—It can be absorbed into the body at will, and can also be instantly transformed from any part of the body to strike, catching the enemy off guard and making it impossible to defend against. It can be said that wherever the mind goes, the sword goes, making it extremely convenient."
After he finished speaking, the golden longsword transformed into golden threads once more, swimming out from his palm like a serpent returning to its nest. It flew lightly back to Dongfang Huaizhu, transforming back into a solid golden sword that hovered above her palm.
This time, before Dongfang Huaizhu could react, the golden sword trembled slightly, its blade shimmering as if it had come alive, and gently touched her heart.
Like ice and snow melting away, or like all rivers flowing into the sea.
The golden sword instantly transformed into a warm and powerful pure energy, flowing seamlessly into Dongfang Huaizhu's body! It resonated and merged perfectly with the Dongfang spiritual blood flowing in her veins and the pure Yang Flame essence she had cultivated for many years!
An unprecedented, overwhelming, and sharp power surged from her dantian, flowing through her limbs and bones! She could clearly feel that her original pure Yang Flame, after being integrated with this "sword," seemed to have been infused with a completely new soul and sharpness. Not only did its total amount increase dramatically, but its quality, its controllability, and its ever-changing offensive capabilities all leaped to a whole new level!
This "Pure Yang Flame Sword," forged by Zhou Yi using the essence of spiritual blood stolen by Jin Renfeng, has unexpectedly come to be her master. It has become an inseparable part of her body and power, and is also her most powerful reliance and trump card for taking charge of Shenhuo Mountain Manor and standing tall in the world in the future.
"The specific methods of application will require you to experience and refine them yourself in the future. Your cultivation is still relatively shallow, and I'm still a little worried about you." Zhou Yi looked at her, his eyes filled with brotherly concern. "That old fellow is gone, so let his 'fire' continue to protect you sisters in this way."
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Huaizhu felt a mix of bittersweet emotions welling up inside her, and she almost burst into tears again. From the sudden death of her father and the two sisters' destitute and homeless existence, to being forced by Jin Renfeng to marry into a distant land under an assumed name, and now, to regaining control of the manor and having a grand wedding—almost every step of this journey had been made possible by this woman she had never met before…
Yet her devoted senior brother secretly supports her or directly removes obstacles for her with swift and decisive action. This kindness is beyond words.
"My senior brother's great kindness—" Her voice choked with sobs, and tears blurred her vision again.
"Alright," Zhou Yi gently interrupted her, a rare, genuinely warm smile appearing on his face. "Today is your joyous day, you should be happy, don't cry anymore."
As if to distract her, the golden sword that had merged into her body reappeared quietly in her palm, lying there silently, its golden light flowing gently and intimately.
Dongfang Huaizhu looked down at the sword in his hand, took a deep breath to suppress his turbulent emotions, and suddenly looked up, asking solemnly, "Senior brother, does this sword—now have a name?"
"A name?" Zhou Yi paused slightly, then shook his head. "I haven't named it. Since it has recognized you as its master, it is natural for you to name it."
"No," Dongfang Huaizhu shook her head firmly, holding the golden sword with both hands in a respectful posture. "This sword was painstakingly crafted by my senior brother, and it incorporates the essence of my father's lifelong spiritual blood and my senior brother's supreme sword intent. To me, it holds extraordinary significance. It will surely become the token and symbol of the inheritance of the Divine Fire Mountain Manor in the future. Huaizhu humbly requests that my senior brother—personally bestow upon me the right to name it.
Her gaze was clear and firm, filled with an undeniable earnestness.
Zhou Yi looked at her earnest expression and remained silent for a moment. He understood that this was not just a name, but also a recognition, a legacy, a bond that closely connected her, the future of Shenhuo Mountain Manor, and his own origins.
"Since—" he slowly began, his gaze falling on the gleaming golden sword, as if he could see through the blade to the primordial power of extreme yang and fierce energy, capable of burning demons and destroying evil.
"Pure Yang Flame, known as the Demon-Slaying Divine Fire."
His voice became deep and powerful, as if he were making a final confirmation of some ancient contract.
"Then this sword—"
He paused, then said clearly, word by word, "It will be named—"
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"Demon-Suppressing Sword".
"Buzz!!!"
The moment the words "Demon-Suppressing Sword" left his lips, the golden sword in Dongfang Huaizhu's palm suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly intense brilliance! The sword trembled violently, emitting a clear and resonant sword cry that seemed to pierce the heavens!
The cry carried an unparalleled sharpness, a majestic righteousness that cleansed away demonic influences, and even a hint of something as if its true name had been awakened.
The joy of attaining enlightenment!
Golden light shot into the sky, but then instantly receded, converging entirely within the sword's body. At this moment, the "Demon-Suppressing Sword" possessed a restrained brilliance and a calm, concentrated aura. It had lost some of its previous lively and unrestrained nature, but gained an imposing and majestic aura as solid as a mountain and as inviolable as the laws of nature!
Once the sword's name is determined, its true spirit will naturally manifest.
On this auspicious day, a supreme divine weapon—the Demon-Suppressing Sword—destined to rival the King's Sword and even more unpredictable and difficult to defend against due to its unique properties, and inherited from the bloodline of the guardian deity, Volcano Manor, was officially born in the hands of its master.
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