Chapter 222: Gu Yue — Are You Challenging My Authority?
In any world, Ji Juechen would've been a peerless swordsman.
Even on the Douluo Continent, he had found a path toward divinity.
Unfortunately, within the framework of this world, levels were the unbreakable wall.
Without reaching Limit Douluo, one could never touch the threshold of godhood—let alone forge a divine position from scratch.
Even after a lifetime of obsession, he had barely reached Rank 94. What a tragic waste of talent.
Jiang Chen waved his hand, and a small, ancient-looking sword appeared before him. Its blade was riddled with rust, its surface mottled with age, emanating the weight of countless years.
The moment Ye Xinglan saw it, her eyes lit up wildly, drawn to the faint yet overwhelming sword intent radiating from it.
"That sword…" she whispered, unable to look away.
"You want it?"
"Yes!" she answered without hesitation.
Jiang Chen shrugged and tossed it to her.
She caught it carefully, gripping the sword's hilt with pale fingers. Eyes closed, she let the breeze wash over her face.
Instantly, her aura changed—a purity beyond words swept outward. All distractions vanished, replaced by a single, all-consuming reverence for the sword.
It reminded Jiang Chen of someone special, a friend from long ago.
Back when he'd deceived Huo Yuhao, changing the tides of history, convincing him to travel to the Sun and Moon Empire instead of staying within Douluo's mainland academies.
Yuhao, with his talent, had quickly become a treasure of the Empire. And to exploit the Dai family's legacy—what better banner than "restore the Dai bloodline"?
It was then that Jiang Chen had met Ji Juechen.
"To master emotion," Ji Juechen once said, "is to master the sword."
"With obsession as fire, forge mortal iron into divine steel. With a true friend as mirror, reflect the clarity of your Sword Heart."
"Jiang Chen, I've found my path… if only I had more time. Please—find me a successor. Perhaps one day, the Sword Dao itself will earn its divinity."
When his lifespan ended, Ji Juechen poured everything he was—all his sword will—into this unassuming blade. A wish for the Sword Dao to one day be recognized as a true Divine Position.
Though he never reached Rank 99, his comprehension of the sword had brushed against the edges of godhood. He alone had sensed it: the Divine Realm had no "Sword God." Thus, no inheritance could descend.
Regretful. Admirable.
Suddenly, Ye Xinglan trembled—an immense, sorrowful sword aura burst out of her. Jiang Chen instantly seized the sword from her grasp.
Her body shook, sweat and tears mingling as she gasped for breath.
"This isn't something you can grasp yet," he said gently.
The blade held not just Ji Juechen's sword intent, but a fragment of his vision for a divine Sword Domain—half a god-position in itself.
Ye Xinglan stared longingly at it, knowing she could never afford such a gift in a hundred lifetimes.
Still, she asked softly, "What must I do... to make it mine?"
Jiang Chen rubbed his chin. The sword was useless to him—merely an old promise to a long-dead friend.
Over the millennia, he'd given it to countless swordsmen before retrieving it each time as they lay dying.
Each one left a trace behind—layers upon layers of understanding, forming a bottomless ocean of the Sword Dao.
To him, it didn't matter who wielded it; no one had yet reached divinity through the sword. Each time, the cycle repeated: gift, failure, return.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
And then—
Facing his mischievous grin, Ye Xinglan instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back. "No way!"
Jiang Chen chuckled. "Why not?"
"Because I said no!"
If it meant trading her body for a chance at the sword's power… could she even refuse?
Her hands trembled. Every defeat, every disappointment, every broken illusion of Shrek's glory flashed through her mind.
She'd once believed herself strong—now even her ideals felt hollow.
"Maybe… the sword is all I have left. Without it, what's the point of me at all?"
"Shrek's honor? Heh…"
Her arms dropped, cheeks flushed crimson. She braced herself, even if the thought of what might happen terrified her.
Just think of it as getting bitten by a dog, she told herself bitterly.
Pervert, scoundrel, shameless bastard!
But Jiang Chen only flipped the small sword in his hand—and tossed it to her.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he turned toward Na'er's villa.
"It's yours," he said casually. "On one condition—you join Douluo University. I'm not giving away weapons to aid the Federation's rivals. If you really don't want it, return it next time we meet. Until then, consider it yours."
Ye Xinglan stared blankly at the blade gleaming faintly on the ground.
"Wait… just like that?"
He was already walking away.
Confusion flickered through her eyes as she hesitated, then bent down and picked up the sword.
"Leave Shrek…?" she whispered.
In the dormitory, icy pressure filled the air, harsher even than Xue Di's chill.
Xu Xiaoyan and Huo Yun'er shot upright in bed, turning toward the door.
Standing there was a girl in a black dress. Her face was ordinary, but her form—curves already developing—radiated commanding power that didn't fit her disguise.
"Gu Yue—you're back!" Xu Xiaoyan called.
Gu Yue ignored her entirely, striding straight toward Xue Di.
"Where is he?"
Her tone was sharper than steel. Her violet eyes burned with frustration.
She was stronger than this woman—why him?
Because she's prettier? How shallow!
Beauty couldn't win battles! Beauty couldn't claim destiny!
Xue Di blinked, utterly puzzled by the hostility.
Soul Beast Empress or not—she was hardly someone to be bullied.
A faint smile curved her lips. "I wouldn't know."
"You don't know?"
Provocation. Open, brazen provocation.
After finding out Jiang Chen had been seeing Xue Di, Gu Yue's tolerance for her had dropped to zero.
This was war.
A battle of pride and dominance—one without weapons, yet far more dangerous.
And she was clearly challenging Gu Yue's dragons' authority!
"You really don't know?"
"No idea," Xue Di said coldly. "Didn't you take him away?"
Just remembering that infuriated her. What was all that supposed to mean?
"Men and women together" usually only meant one thing.
"He's gone!" Gu Yue snapped, aura flaring.
She had cut off his internet, ordered him to listen—and he'd disobeyed her anyway.
Was she, ruler of all soul beasts, truly so insignificant in his eyes?
Xue Di took a slow breath, patience waning.
Silver Dragon King, Soul Beast Queen… utterly childish.
You're the intruder here, not me.
Just imagining Gu Yue hovering around once she and Jiang Chen became gods gave her a headache.
No—this foolishness had to end.
"Do restrain yourself, my dear Soul Beast Empress," Xue Di said icily.
Gu Yue blinked, stunned by the mock politeness.
"???"
(END CHAPTER)
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