Volume 1, Chapter 32 – Framing

Song Shiyuan shot forward, her sword thrusting out.

The sword wind was sharp and fierce, and the sword’s cry rang out explosively.

With the blade before him, the yellow-robed middle-aged male sword cultivator remained completely unmoved.

From his perspective, a mere Foundation Establishment stage junior sword cultivator was completely beneath his notice.

Hu Mei’er felt goosebumps rise across her entire body from that sharp sword qi. She imperceptibly clenched her small hands, forcibly suppressing the impulse to swat Song Shiyuan flying with a single tail strike.

Wuu! A sword cultivator’s sword qi is so annoying!

In the blink of an eye!

Just as Song Shiyuan’s offensive was launched, the gilded giant sword that had been quietly embedded in the ground outside suddenly responded to some sort of summons.

The gilded giant sword pulled itself from the ground and transformed into a swift streak of light, whooshing as it inserted itself before the middle-aged male sword cultivator.

The gilded giant sword, arriving later but reaching first, intercepted Song Shiyuan like a shield wall.

With a resounding clang of metal against metal, Song Shiyuan was forced back two steps by the recoil.

She withdrew, her foot stomping hard against the ground, finally dissipating the recoil force from her body.

Song Shiyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly as the silver-white dharma sword in her hand struck out again.

Her fierce sword momentum launched, every move a killing strike.

The ancient gilded giant sword’s body trembled lightly, as if gripped by an invisible large hand, exchanging moves with Song Shiyuan back and forth in midair.

Though the gilded giant sword’s body was massive, under the control of this invisible hand, it appeared extremely nimble.

The huge sword body acted like a natural shield wall, defending the middle-aged male sword cultivator’s entire surroundings without a single gap!

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During the extremely intense exchange of moves, Song Shiyuan discovered she was completely on the defensive.

With her cultivation sealed by the female consort collar around her neck, her current cultivation level simply couldn’t support a battle of this caliber.

After only a few moves, Song Shiyuan was once again forced back by the giant sword.

Retreating several steps, she barely managed to steady herself.

Pinching her slightly numb wrist, Song Shiyuan’s eyes were already filled with shock.

From beginning to end, that yellow-robed middle-aged male sword cultivator hadn’t moved even once.

“Forging the divine body with an ancient sword, transforming the divine soul into the sword heart.”

“With this ancient Taixu method, one can drive a gilded giant sword weighing over a thousand jun with spiritual consciousness alone.”

“This is the technique of Lingxu Sword Sect, one of the Seven Great Sword Sects.”

“You’re also a disciple of the Seven Sword Sects?!”

Song Shiyuan’s fingers trembled lightly. A fox demon’s illusory arts could change form at will, but they absolutely could not forge a cultivator’s cultivation aura or a sword cultivator’s sharp sword qi.

The intense exchange just now made Song Shiyuan realize with incomparable bleakness in her heart one thing.

The techniques of the sword cultivator before her were real!

The sword intent contained in this gilded giant sword before her was also not something she could match at this moment.

She had exhausted all her methods, yet the opponent remained completely at ease.

“Heh…” The yellow-robed middle-aged sword cultivator conjured by Hu Mei’er let out a very “cool” cold snort from his throat.

Wuu! Her Majesty really has already arranged everything!

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Mei’er doesn’t need to make a move at all!

Thinking of this, Hu Mei’er’s face showed great satisfaction.

This expression was caught by Song Shiyuan’s eyes.

The mocking intent needed no words.

This yellow-robed sword cultivator didn’t even deign to use his full strength against her.

The brief exchange just now was more like a form of toying.

The power used on that giant sword was only slightly stronger than hers!

Song Shiyuan had never hated her current weakness so much.

Her hands clenched tight, her nails digging deep into her own flesh.

Only this kind of heart-piercing pain could barely allow her to maintain her rationality, not letting anger and grief overwhelm her mind.

“If you’re a disciple of the Seven Sects, why commit such shameless acts!!” Song Shiyuan questioned through gritted teeth. “To so bully an innocent, weak girl! Is this the character a disciple of the Seven Sects should have?!”

“Disciple of the Seven Sects?” The yellow-robed middle-aged male sword cultivator seemed to hear something funny.

“Since when do traitorous disciples of the Seven Sects have the face to say such things?”

“What do you mean?” Song Shiyuan didn’t understand.

“Heh, aren’t you yourself a disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect?” the middle-aged male sword cultivator sneered. “Do the deeds your own Lingxiao Sword Sect has committed still need me, an outsider, to recount them?”

“What has Lingxiao Sword Sect done?” Song Shiyuan hesitated, unease rising in her heart.

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“Hahaha, little sister, are you playing dumb with me?” the middle-aged male sword cultivator said. “You, a female disciple with such weak cultivation, can so comfortably and contentedly live in the courtyard of Fox Palace reserved for honored guests, and even have a dedicated female consort serving you.”

As the middle-aged male sword cultivator spoke, he glanced with his eyes at Lu Zhuxin, who was silently curled up on the bed, lightly trembling and sobbing.

Wuu! Her Majesty is looking at me—she thinks I’m performing very well!

The middle-aged male sword cultivator’s face became even more satisfied.

Song Shiyuan noticed this sinister gaze. Her entire body trembled lightly, and the hand gripping her sword could almost no longer be suppressed.

“Things have come to this point, and you still say you know nothing. Don’t you think that’s laughable?” the middle-aged male sword cultivator said. “The secret collusion between Lingxiao Sword Sect and the fox demons, aren’t you afraid the world will know?”

“Lingxiao Sword Sect has never committed any act contrary to the righteous path! You mustn’t spout such blood libel!” Song Shiyuan lowered her head slightly, her silver teeth grinding audibly. “The matter of colluding with fox demons is even more groundless!”

“Laughable, laughable!” the middle-aged sword cultivator continued. “If your Lingxiao Sword Sect is truly innocent, then why would you stand up for a fox demon!”

“I’m only acting out of righteousness!” Song Shiyuan defended herself. “How could a sword cultivator commit acts of bullying the weak!”

“Heh.” The middle-aged male sword cultivator said, “So you’re saying that what I personally heard with my own ears, about a male disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect surnamed ‘Song’ conspiring with fox demons to abduct and imprison my sect’s young sect master along with a group of elite disciples here in Fox Palace’s Red Spring Pavilion, this is also righteousness, also groundless?”

A male disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect surnamed “Song”?

Song Shiyuan’s mind went blank with a buzz!

“That’s impossible!” she blurted out directly.

She stared deadly at the middle-aged male sword cultivator before her, bloodshot veins bursting in her eyes.

Red Spring Pavilion…

Imprisoned sword cultivators…

A Lingxiao Sword Sect scum surnamed “Song” colluding with fox demons…

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From the fox demon’s mouth, she was a female consort who had been “sold” to Fox Palace…

Everything seemed like “coincidences.”

Song Shiyuan dared not believe it. She didn’t even dare connect certain clues together in her mind.

“Heh…” The middle-aged male sword cultivator conjured by Hu Mei’er once again let out a very “cool” cold snort from his throat.

The second task Her Majesty assigned, perfectly completed~~!

(*^▽^*) So happy~~~

Her Majesty will definitely praise Mei’er properly after this~! She’ll stroke Mei’er’s ears and tail like before, right~!

I want to be hugged and petted by Her Majesty~!

Of course, Hu Mei’er hadn’t forgotten the third task Her Majesty assigned.

Sorrow, anger, extreme doubt! These could temporarily cloud a person’s thinking and rationality.

Her Majesty had said that what needed to be done now was to firmly grasp the rhythm in her own hands, not giving the opponent a chance to regain the initiative!

Hu Mei’er’s eyes imperceptibly glanced toward outside the room.

Very soon, several auras rapidly approached from outside.

Faint voices could be heard: “The place where we just sensed pure yang sword qi surging is right here! That sword cultivator must be inside!”

“Damn! I clearly already suppressed my power to the Foundation Establishment stage. Logically, it shouldn’t have been possible to be discovered!” The middle-aged male sword cultivator conjured by Hu Mei’er glared viciously at Song Shiyuan.

“As expected, it’s because of you!”