Chapter 5: A Person in the Moonlight

Meng Fuyao curled up on the damp ground, her clothes tattered and her body covered in wounds

In today's world, where military power is paramount, a unique skill holds extraordinary significance for the prosperity of a faction. Lin Xuanyuan, with his keen insight, had long recognized that the swordsmanship employed by that female disciple, who excelled in disguise, although imperfect due to insufficient mastery, was nonetheless a profound art. Therefore, he was determined to acquire it.

"Breaking the Nine Heavens" is said by the old Taoist to be an extraordinary skill that shocks the world and transcends time. The higher one goes, the more difficult it becomes to practice. Reaching the ninth level is considered unparalleled in the world. Meng Fuyao scoffed at this, believing that the old Taoist was mostly boasting. However, it is true that this skill is difficult to master. She has practiced for ten years and has only reached the third level. With such progress, the old Taoist has already praised her as a prodigy, yet now she has regressed by one level, which truly infuriates Meng Fuyao.

For these seven days, she survived solely on this water source that appeared punctually every midnight

The vast galaxy stretches infinitely, the bright moon shrouded in cold mist over the sandy shores, the shadow of a dark sword dance is illuminated by the jade-white moonlight, vivid as a painting, and with this person holding a sword in hand, they do not bow to the winds of elegance

Meng Fuyao did not wish to die here; she still had many important matters to attend to

The figure, clad in a flowing robe, dances gracefully in the mountain wind, fluttering amidst the thin clouds and light mist at the peak, as if hidden in the heavens. With every gesture, there is an effortless elegance and vitality; the long sword sweeps through the clouds and carves the moonlight, exuding a refined charm. Clearly just a distant shadow, yet in its rise and fall, it embodies the nonchalant demeanor of a scholar beneath the trees and the ethereal grace of a celestial being.

She has been locked in this secret death cell of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect for nearly seven days

A faint bitter smile appeared at the corners of Meng Fuyao's mouth as she closed her eyes, feeling the dissipated true energy within her body. Her "Breaking Nine Heavens" technique, which had already reached the peak of the third level, had regressed by more than half due to today's tribulation. The arduous training of over a year had all been in vain

However, when a person is severely injured, constantly subjected to harsh interrogation, and has no food, how can they survive

Until a layer of slanting black shadow suddenly covered the opening, and faint sounds of someone quietly approaching came from the darkness, momentarily unnoticed.

The cave is dark and damp, covered in moss, deep and narrow. When the wind passes through the cave entrance, a faint, ghostly wail echoes. In the depths of the cave, a faint white light flickers; upon closer inspection, it reveals scattered white bones.

Ahead, a prominent solitary cliff juts out like the blade of a sword cleaved by a celestial being, slanting outward from the mountain. The pale silver moon hangs directly above the precipice, round and luminous, appearing as if it were caught by the sharp tip of the steep cliff, resembling an illustration from a book.

Struggling to rise, Meng Fuyao slowly crawled across the ground, the iron shackles clanking against the rugged surface, making a sharp sound, and it took her quite a while to reach the base of the mountain wall

A pearl falls from the Yao Terrace, and a boat sways gently in the realm of Penglai. All the various scenes are exceedingly beautiful, yet none can compare to the shadow of the sword dance under the moon at this moment, where swiftness and elegance coexist, and strength and grace are harmoniously present

Having drunk some water, Meng Fuyiao felt somewhat revitalized. Leaning against the mountain wall, she inadvertently glanced outside the cave and suddenly her gaze sharpened.

Meng Fuyao gasped, peering through the stone formation that sealed her off, gazing at the distant moonlight. The moonlight, reflected in her bloodshot eyes, appeared increasingly blurred and enchanting, distant and unattainable.

The moonlight is cool and gentle, and on the mountain peak under the bright moon, someone is performing a celestial sword dance

The night deepens, and a faint sound of water gradually echoes in the quiet cave

The wind sweeps through the treetops of varying heights, the sound of rustling leaves whistling like a chant. From an unknown distant mountain peak comes the mournful howl of a wolf, carrying a chilling and lethal aura that shakes the forest. It traverses the vast and infinite starry sky, crosses the boundless Great Xing Mountain range, and penetrates the ears of those shackled in the cave.

A crescent moon, dark and blue, is embedded in the deep azure sky. The moonlight is chilling, illuminating the mountains and forests in a serene emerald hue

Well... dear ones... the male lead has appeared...

Leaning heavily against the wall, Meng Fuyao, exhausted, pressed her cheek tightly against the damp and dirty mountain surface, waiting drop by drop for the life-saving water to seep through.

After taking a few sips of water and catching her breath, Meng Fuyao touched her face and discovered that the fake scars on her face had been washed away by the water. However, it did not matter, as there was no one coming to this cave for the time being.

Meng Fuyao merely gritted her teeth in silence, knowing that this old dog was exceedingly cunning. With just a few words, her swordsmanship had already become his "secret technique." In the future, the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect would naturally gain an unparalleled sword technique, and she, as the one who had revealed her swordsmanship, would undoubtedly meet a grim fate, destined to be silenced.

Unknowingly, Meng Fuyao has already become entranced.

On that day, after a fierce battle, Lin Xuanyuan, disregarding his status, secretly drugged her with scattered medicine to incapacitate her. He then suddenly turned lethal, striking her with a palm that sent her flying, and publicly berated her for "stealing the treasured martial arts of our sect." The other disciples immediately "understood" and subjected Meng Fuyao, who had "stolen the ultimate skills," to a severe humiliation. Subsequently, Lin Xuanyuan imprisoned her in this death cave.

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For seven consecutive days, Lin Xuanyuan came to press her for her origins and demanded that she reveal the sword techniques she used against the young man in black on that day

The moonlight of freedom, spreading across the lands of the five continents, shines upon the pillow of the old dog in slumber, yet fails to illuminate her body, which has been immersed in darkness for seven days and nights.