From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 93 A desperate gamble to break free from adversity

"The Blood Refining Technique?" Master Yan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "Nonsense! That's a forbidden technique! Have you gone mad?"

I gave a weak laugh, blood trickling down my chin and staining my clothes. "I know it's dangerous, but now... I have no other choice." The golden light in the furnace was almost extinguished, riddled with holes by the evil energy of the Old Monster Mo; conventional methods were no longer effective.

"Xiao Yao, calm down!" Wen Chen's voice was full of worry. He wanted to rush over, but Master Yan held him back tightly.

“Let her decide for herself.” Master Yan’s gaze was complex. He looked at me deeply and finally sighed. “This is her own path.”

I knew that although Master Yan was strict, he ultimately respected my choice. I gave him a grateful look, then turned my gaze to the furnace, my eyes filled with determination.

I gritted my teeth, my hand trembling as I reached out, my fingertips tracing a complex rune in the air. As the rune was completed, a scorching heat surged from my body, as if to burn me to ashes.

"With my lifeblood, with my soul, I offer this sacrifice to my magic weapon!" I chanted the ancient incantation in a low voice, hoarse yet resolute.

A drop of bright red blood dripped from my fingertip and fell into the furnace.

In that instant, the entire furnace trembled violently, as if some terrifying power was about to awaken. The golden light within the furnace suddenly surged, forcing back the black energy that had been almost devouring everything.

I felt a sharp pain, as if something was being pulled out of my body. My vision blurred, and my consciousness began to fade.

But I can't give up!

I strained my body and continued chanting the incantation, pouring more of my life essence into the furnace.

As the essence blood was injected, the golden light in the furnace grew stronger and stronger, eventually forming a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

"This is..." Pavilion Master Lu exclaimed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Even Leng Shuang, who had been observing coldly, couldn't help but be slightly moved.

Madam Qin looked at me with a worried expression, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

I felt my body getting weaker and weaker, as if I would collapse at any moment.

But I know I'm close to success.

The flying sword in the furnace emitted a clear, ringing sound, as if in response to my efforts.

The golden light gradually subsided, revealing the true form of the flying sword.

It was a flying sword that was entirely golden and radiant, exuding a powerful aura as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

I looked at the flying sword and a satisfied smile appeared on my lips.

"It's done..." I murmured softly, then everything went black and I lost consciousness.

"Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen exclaimed, rushing forward...

Master Yan looked at me, unconscious, and the flying sword radiating a powerful aura, and sighed deeply, "This girl... she's really courting death..."

Leng Shuang watched this scene, curled her lip, and said, "Hmph, putting on an act..."

My consciousness seemed to have plummeted into the deep sea, a complete blur. I heard someone calling me, their voice anxious and worried, but I couldn't open my eyes. My body felt like it was falling apart, every bone screaming in pain.

I don't know how much time passed before I finally struggled out of the darkness and slowly opened my eyes. My blurry vision gradually cleared, and I saw Wen Chen's anxious face. He was holding my hand tightly, his eyes red-rimmed, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that I was awake.

"Xiao Yao, you're finally awake!" His voice trembled slightly.

I tried to speak, but found my throat terribly dry, and could only manage a weak groan. Wen Chen immediately poured a glass of warm water and carefully fed it to me. The warm water flowed down my throat, moistening my parched internal organs, and I felt a little better.

"How are you feeling?" Wen Chen asked with concern.

I gave a weak smile, trying to comfort him, but found even smiling was so difficult. I turned to look around. Master Yan, Pavilion Master Lu, Madam Qin, Leng Shuang... they were all around me, each with a different expression.

Master Yan's face showed a hint of relief, but even more so, worry. He reached out to check my pulse, his brows furrowed. "You've been too reckless! The Blood Refining Technique is so dangerous, and you actually..." He sighed, seemingly unsure of what to say.

When Leng Shuang saw me wake up, she curled her lip, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "Hmph, putting on an act..." she muttered under her breath, her voice low but clear enough for me to hear. I ignored her, silently circulating the remaining spiritual energy within my body, sensing my physical condition. My meridians were severely damaged, and my spiritual energy was depleted; the situation was worse than I had imagined.

Pavilion Master Lu finally took a step forward. He stood there quietly, looking at me with a complex expression, without saying a word. I didn't know what he was thinking, but the unpredictable aura emanating from him made me feel uneasy. He seemed to be plotting something, or perhaps he was simply observing.

I struggled to sit up, but Wen Chen quickly helped me and placed a soft cushion behind me. Only then did I realize that I was lying in the inner room of the Magic Treasure Pavilion, where a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay clear-headed. The Blood Refining Technique had succeeded, but at a great cost. I looked towards the furnace, where the golden flying sword lay silently. It emanated a powerful aura, as if proclaiming its extraordinary nature.

I reached out, wanting to touch it, but felt a sudden weakness. Wen Chen seemed to sense my thoughts; he carefully took out the flying sword and handed it to me.

As soon as I held the flying sword, a warm, soothing energy flowed into my body, bringing me a sense of comfort. This flying sword was connected to my mind and spirit, as if it were a part of my body.

I gripped the flying sword tightly, feeling its immense power, and an indescribable joy welled up within me.

Suddenly, I sensed an unusual aura. I looked up sharply at Pavilion Master Lu... A faint black light flickered in his hand.

The black light flashed and disappeared so quickly that I almost thought it was an illusion. But alarm bells rang in my mind; the strangeness of Pavilion Master Lu was finally confirmed at this moment. He had hidden it so well that I had only felt uneasy before, but I couldn't find any concrete evidence.

"Sect Master Lu, what do you mean by this?" My voice was hoarse, yet trembled slightly.

A hint of surprise flashed across Pavilion Master Lu's face, but he quickly regained his composure. He spread his hands and said innocently, "Miss Xiao Yao, what are you saying? I don't understand."

His acting was impeccable; if I hadn't seen that dark light with my own eyes, I probably would have been fooled too. My gaze was fixed on him, my fingers gripping the flying sword turning white from the force.

Madam Qin also sensed the unusual atmosphere. She clenched her hands nervously, looked at me with worry, and hesitated to speak. She didn't know what I was going to do, but she could sense that it must be something very dangerous.

Master Yan walked to my side and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Yao, what's wrong?"

I took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the blood rising in my throat, and slowly said, "Master Yan, I feel... someone is trying to harm me."

Master Yan's expression changed. He looked around and finally his gaze fell on Pavilion Master Lu. He said in a deep voice, "Pavilion Master Lu, we hope you can give us a reasonable explanation."

Pavilion Master Lu maintained his calm and composed demeanor. He smiled and said, "Master Yan, what do you mean by that? How could I possibly harm Miss Xiao Yao? She is a distinguished guest of our Magic Treasure Pavilion."

I sneered and said, "Distinguished guest? More like a lamb to the slaughter!" I felt my spiritual energy rapidly draining away; that black light was clearly an extremely insidious secret technique! It was silently devouring my life force!

I must make a decision as soon as possible!

I abruptly stood up, enduring the excruciating pain, and raised the flying sword high above my head. The sword emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire room.

"Xiao Yao, are you crazy?!" Leng Shuang exclaimed in surprise, she seemed to be frightened by my actions as well.

I ignored her and instead turned my gaze to Wen Chen, whose eyes were filled with worry and confusion.

I smiled slightly at him and said in a voice only he could hear, "Trust me."

At the same time, I felt a chilling aura rapidly approaching—it was Old Monster Mo! He noticed my unusual movement and tensed up; he didn't want to see me succeed.

I felt a powerful force trying to suppress me and stop my next move. Old Monster Mo, hidden in the shadows, spoke in a chilling voice: "Little girl, do you think you can escape my grasp?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of my lips. "The outcome is still uncertain!"

I knew I had to take a gamble. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared to unleash that dangerous technique... I slowly placed my hand on the flying sword, my fingertips lightly touching the blade, a cool sensation spreading throughout my body.

"Stop!" Pavilion Master Lu suddenly roared, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He had finally dropped his pretense... Pavilion Master Lu roared and lunged forward, but was stopped three steps away from me by an invisible force. His face was contorted, his eyes filled with greed and madness. I had no time to pay attention to him; all my attention was focused on the flying sword in my hand. This flying sword was something I had forged myself; it carried my hopes and my final gamble.

I silently recited the incantation, and the blood from my fingertips slowly flowed down the sword's blade, like a thin blood snake, eventually disappearing into the gem at the center of the hilt. The gem emitted a dazzling light, and in an instant, I felt a violent tearing sensation, as if something was being forcibly ripped from my body. It was my soul power!

I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain of my soul being torn apart, and carefully infused the separated portion of my soul power into the merging magical artifact. This was an extremely dangerous technique; failure would severely damage my soul, resulting in the loss of all my cultivation or even complete annihilation of my body and soul.

I know what I'm doing, and I know what it means. But I have no choice. I must succeed, for myself and for those who believe in me.

As the power of my soul was injected, the previously restless magical artifact began to calm down. The surrounding spiritual energy also began to surge in frantically, forming a huge vortex that enveloped me and the artifact.

I felt dizzy, and everything before my eyes became blurry. I felt as if I were in a chaotic world, surrounded by a cacophony of sounds—whispers, roars, and shrill laughter.

I struggled to remain conscious, controlling my soul power and guiding the fusion of the magical artifacts. I could sense intense changes occurring within the artifacts, but whether those changes were good or bad, I couldn't tell.

"Xiao Yao!" Master Yan's anxious voice came from afar, but he was blocked by the powerful vortex of spiritual energy and could not get close.

I wanted to respond to him, but I found I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth. I could only concentrate all my energy to control that restless force.

Time ticked by, and I felt as if my soul were being roasted on fire, the pain unbearable. But at the same time, I also sensed a glimmer of hope. The repulsion between the magical artifacts was actually beginning to weaken!

I was overjoyed, but dared not relax for a moment. I knew this was only the first step, and even more difficult challenges awaited me.

Suddenly, a powerful force erupted from within the magical artifact, blasting me away. I crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

I struggled to get up, but found that my body was numb and I couldn't move.

"Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen's voice was full of worry. He broke through the barrier of the spiritual energy vortex, came to my side, and helped me up.

I looked up at him, wanting to say something, but found that I couldn't make a sound.

I saw Pavilion Master Lu's ferocious smile. He approached step by step, holding a black dagger in his hand, his eyes flashing with bloodlust... "It's over..." His hoarse voice was like that of a demon from hell.