Chapter 2 — Breaking the Script: The Great Master Conquers the Heavens

The Thanh Han Ice Sword in the master's hand followed closely the flow of killing intent. He... wants to kill me. My fingers tightened, the blue veins were clearly visible, the Minh Nguyet Sword trembled slightly, the silver light flashed as cold as Death's sickle. Without fear, I raised my sword high, my eyes filled with hatred and sadness. Right at the moment when both swords raised their bows, Luu Van Dinh suddenly rushed out of the water tank, water splashed, his body trembled and knelt down in front of me, his eyes were red, his voice choked up and begged: "Master sister... it's because of my low cultivation base, stupid understanding, my master reluctantly used dual cultivation to improve my cultivation... It's... it's because I'm careless and shameless... If you want to blame... you blame me... don't understand." wrong master..." Her sobbing voice, each word poured straight into the master's heart. His eyes flashed with pity, his trembling hand tightened his hold on the sword. He gritted his teeth and shouted at me: "Tham Nhan Tuyet! If you have half the understanding as Liu Van Dinh... I will not take your life today!" Immediately, a terrible pressure erupted from his body, pressing against the space, causing the ground to tremble and the air to freeze. Hot blood rushed through my body, but I still held the Minh Nguyet Sword tightly, my throat was choked, and then... I burst out laughing. A hoarse laugh, tearing through his throat, shaking every inch of nothingness. “Master…” “I don't understand, right… Then give me back everything that belongs to me!” Before he could respond, I suddenly rushed forward, my figure turning into a ray of silver light. The thin but strong arm tightened around the master's arm, cold as pincers. My eyes were red, my murderous aura billowing. I placed my finger right in the middle of my master's chest, and the magic power in my body immediately surged, rushing out like a waterfall. At first, the master remained calm, as if he didn't care. But right after that, his face suddenly turned pale, and his throat filled with a sweet, fishy smell. “Cough!” He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and he shouted harshly: "Tham Nhan Tuyet! You... what are you doing to me?! Stop!" But no matter how hard he tried to struggle, he couldn't escape my grasp. The moment I summoned the formation, thin red threads like smoke poured out from my chest, wrapped around my arm, and then quickly penetrated my master's body. Right after that, from his heart, a line of sparkling silver thread was gradually pulled out, following his fingers and running straight into my hand, then becoming one with my body! My skin, once pale from blood loss, gradually regained its pink color, the wounds on my body automatically healed, and my breath became sharp as a sword. His master's eyes suddenly flashed with unprecedented terror, his trembling lips blurted out: "This... this is... my love?! You... you dare to take my love?!" I burst out laughing, a cold laugh like the sound of swords clashing: "Master... You've been using something that belongs to me for too long, perhaps you've forgotten... This love never belonged to you!" 3 When I was just eighteen years old, I learned the truth: Master was born lacking in love, unable to pity the world, and cultivating to a high level was one step short of entering a demon. And I, in order to save him, personally withdrew my love and gave it to him... I thought it was a love as deep as the ocean. However, today he used my love... To love the young master sister! I curled my lips, my voice hoarse: "That's it... Give it back to me!"

"Big sister! How could you take away my master's love?!" Luu Van Dinh's voice suddenly rang out, she angrily pulled out her sword and rushed towards me. Without even turning around, I kicked her hard in the stomach. “Phew!” She collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness on the spot. The corners of my lips curled up, letting out a small laugh full of sarcasm: "With just that little bit of ability... You still dare to brag to the world that you're about to ascend?"

I didn't bother to glance at Luu Van Dinh anymore, focusing all my spiritual energy on Minh Nguyet Sword. My wrist trembled slightly, the silver sword vibrated. I shouted loudly, my voice resounding like thunder: "Minh Nguyet Sword... Break!" Oh! The sword light turned into a streak of silver light, like a new moon smashing into the lake, rushing straight towards the master! The master is indeed a master. Even though his love was taken away and his cultivation was weakened, he still kept dodging, his figure flowing like an electric shock. In an instant like lightning and fire, he grabbed the Minh Nguyet Sword, used his strength to turn the tip of the sword, and stabbed it back at me! "Tham Nhan Tuyet! Today I must kill you - you traitor!" But facing the cold sword energy that penetrates my bones, I do not dodge... On the contrary, I take a straight step forward, bringing my whole body forward - Catch that sword strike! “Whoosh ——!” The Minh Nguyet Sword pierced straight into my chest! Pain tore through my body, I spit out a mouthful of fresh, dark red blood. Master stood frozen in place. Maybe… he never really thought about killing me. But... we are different. I have already killed my mind. My eyes suddenly turned cold, a ray of light flashed through the bottom of my pupils. Magic power gathered in the palm of his hand, and a short blade appeared from nowhere. “Whoosh ——!” Without hesitation, I stabbed the short knife straight into the master's chest. Hot blood sprayed into a fountain, dyeing the white shirt red. Master's eyes widened, his face looked unbelievable, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something... But I didn't give him the chance. His wrist tightened, the short knife twisted deeply, his heart immediately stopped beating. His body collapsed, the heavy sound of falling echoed throughout the room. I fell to the ground, cold sweat drenched the back of my shirt, my breathing was chaotic as if I had just crossed the edge of life and death. Think carefully... also thank the system. It gives us the only “needle” — a body with the ability to recover extremely quickly. But that's why... I was locked up by them and used as blood to feed Luu Van Dinh. One hundred years. For one hundred years, I have been treated like a moving barn, drained drop by drop. Before the spiritual power could recover, “Bang!” — the room door was pushed open. A cold, majestic voice rang out: "Who dares to make noise in the master's room?!" The person who walked in — Tong So Khau, senior brother, was also my fiance. I saw him, the corner of my lips curled up slightly, but the bottom of my heart was as quiet as ashes. However, when his eyes glanced at me... Seeing me covered in blood, there was not a trace of worry in his eyes... Only extreme disgust and discomfort. "Tham Nhan Tuyet! What are you doing in your master's room?!" His voice was cold, his eyes full of warning: "Little junior sister is about to fly, I warn you... Don't play tricks!" I remained silent, did not explain, just raised my head, eyes filled with murderous intent looking straight at him. That action was like an invisible knife piercing deep into his self-esteem. He was so angry that he grabbed my neck tightly Blue marks on the back of the hand. "Tham Nhan Tuyet! Did you do something to little junior sister?!" My breathing is stopped, the air in my chest is forced out bit by bit. I hit his arm hard, my vision blurred, and in my ears I could only hear the buzzing sound of the wind. The smell of blood, the smell of iron, the smell of murderous intent... mixed in a chaos. Just as I was about to use my mind to summon Minh Nguyet Sword, his hand suddenly loosened. I was thrown hard to the ground, my back hit the cold stone floor, my chest felt like there was a hammer hitting me, my breathing was chaotic, I greedily sucked in every gulp of air. "If it weren't for the fact that I just felt that little junior sister was safe and sound, today... You would be dead!" Tong So Khau's voice was cold, each word was like a dagger piercing straight into my heart. The corners of my lips curled up slightly, forming a sarcastic smile, my voice was hoarse but still full of provocation: "Want to take my life? You... are not qualified yet!" I put my hand on Minh Nguyet Sword and stood up trembling, my eyes as cold as winter frost.