Chapter 3 — Thanh Minh Sword Master

I swung my sword and slashed the Tu Qua Nhai cliff, going straight out. I just happened to bump into my master and Nguyen Vi who were coming. Seeing me, his face was a bit tense. “You bastard, why did you come out so early?” I don't beat around the bush: "I have to go to the secret realm and get the Immortal Spirit Grass to heal my body." The innate secret realm is managed by the great sects of the righteous path and is only opened once every hundred years. The number of people allowed in is extremely limited. Our sect's strength is average, with only one place. Master frowned: "I have already given this year's quota to Nguyen Vi. You have to wait until the next hundred years." 【What's the point of fighting with this little cutie?】 【What's the use in fighting? The little cutie doesn't have to do anything, someone will offer it to her.】 【The more I watch, the more I like these types of favoritism plots aaaa~】 I pulled out my Thanh Minh sword and pointed it straight at my master. Still in a concise, decisive style: "It's not your turn to decide." The master's face changed drastically, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Nguyen Ha, what exactly do you want to do?!" I coldly glanced at him. “What exactly do you want to do?” “Since my resurrection until now, your unusual behavior…” “Do you really think I don't see it?” Nguyen Than, Nguyen Vu, and countless junior brothers and sisters stepped out of the darkness one after another. Quietly stand behind the master. “Sorry, sister.” “This time, we will absolutely not let you leave.” 【8】 I defeated all of them. A bunch of fuzzy chickens. 【9】 I hold the travel token, ride the sword and fly to the outside of the secret realm of birth. The gate of the secret realm has not yet opened. Outside, a large number of monks from major sects had gathered. The moment Thanh Minh sword fell, all eyes turned to me. The whole school suddenly fell silent. The next second, the noise broke out. "Thanh Minh sword?! It's Thanh Minh sword! It can't be——" "Nguyen Ha fairy! I didn't see wrong, right? Is it really Nguyen Ha fairy?!" "Could it be that my eyes are dizzy? Haven't you passed away a long time ago?" “It must have been heaven's mercy on sentient beings that allowed Nguyen Ha to come back to life and save the world!” “Fairy! Fairy!!!” {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} Countless people chanted my name in unison. Some people even knelt down on the ground, tears welling up in their eyes. I stood high up, looking around at everyone. He clasped his hands together and raised his voice: "Friends, you are not mistaken." “Nguyen Ha is back!” Just that simple sentence, yet it made the whole crowd almost faint from excitement. "It's really Nguyen Ha! So good!" “All sentient beings in the world have been saved!” "Forty years ago when we broke up, the fairy's demeanor is still deeply imprinted in this old man's heart." "I didn't expect that in this life, I would be able to meet you again. The blue sky is truly unkind to me!" "Forty years ago, if there wasn't someone who took revenge, the world would have perished because of that demon. We would have already lost our souls!" “Fairy, please accept our bow!” …… Forty years ago. I am still the eldest disciple of the sword sect, admired by thousands of people. He is the number one righteous person, famous throughout the world. Thanh Minh sword is called the best sword in the world, not because of how sharp its blade is... But because its owner - is the first person in the world. At that time, I roamed everywhere with no enemies. Junior brothers and sisters in the sect I get scolded every day. Even the master has to be careful with how I act. My life at that time could be said to be extravagant to the extreme. Until the Demon Mac Di suddenly appeared. He kills innocent people and makes living beings miserable. Countless righteous monks came together to attack, but all died at his hands. In the midst of life and death, I used all my life, sealed his magic power, and shared the jade stone with him. In exchange for a short period of peace for cultivating the world. Forty years later, I suddenly came back to life. After being resurrected, the first thing I thought of was—— If I could be resurrected; So... Mac Di, is it possible? 【10】 Sure enough… just as I expected. The surrounding monks told me the stories that had happened in the past forty years. After the death battle between me and Mac Di, the cultivation world was indeed peaceful for a while. But only twenty years. The seal began to loosen, the demonic energy leaked, and the Demon Race once again raised its head. Another dozen years... Demon Mac Di suddenly resurrected and returned to the human world. It's just that Mac Di seemed extremely weak after being resurrected. He did not immediately take revenge on the righteous path like before, but instead patiently nursed his injuries and secretly accumulated strength. In recent years, the Demon Race has become more and more aggressive. The major sects of the righteous path had to prepare for the worst—— Mac Di's magic power was probably about to fully recover. A new great war between good and evil... is about to break out. But now, the righteous path is like a headless snake. Most of the senior monks died in the battles of the past; The new generation... no one is strong enough to shoulder the responsibility. Everyone pessimistically commented: This time, no one will be able to stop Mac Di anymore. Until I appeared as an angel descending to earth. Everyone saw me as their only hope, kneeling and praising me. I remember when I just came back to life. A few lines of text once said that I am "The white moon light of the entire cultivation world". At that time, I still wondered... When I was alive, I was famous for being bitter and harsh. When monks mentioned me, they shook their heads and lamented. Even my master and junior brother were timid and scared when they saw my face. “White Moonlight”? Is… me? But right now, looking into everyone's eyes full of expectations, I seem to understand somewhat. That's okay. What others can't do - let us do it. Other people can't kill the devil - let me kill him. 【11】 Of course, with the current level of cultivation only recovering to four points, wanting to fight against Mac Di... is like reaching for the sky. The most urgent thing right now is to get the Immortal Spirit Grass and restore the spiritual roots. After I clearly explained the situation to everyone, the monks all expressed their opinion: after the secret realm opens, they will definitely help me prioritize finding the whereabouts of the Immortal Spirit Grass. With more support, everything becomes much simpler. The third day after the secret realm opened. There was a monk who used heavenly sound to inform us of the location of Tien Linh Thao. However, when I arrived— It was a step too late. Nguyen Than just retracted his hand and stuffed the last Immortal Herb into his storage bag. In front of him, the master was drawing his sword, standing in front of me. Behind him was a crowd of sword sect disciples, completely pitch black. Everyone held their destiny swords tightly in their hands and looked at me silently. I looked around and couldn't see it Nguyen Vi's figure is in there. “Where is she?” I asked, my voice very calm. Master frowned: "Don't look anymore, I've hidden it in a very safe place." "Nguyen Vi's natural talent is no less than yours. When I finish refining this Immortal Spirit Grass into medicinal pills, let him take it, his power will definitely increase. At that time..." "That's enough, master." I sighed, my voice mixed with helplessness: "How long are you going to be confused?" "This matter originally had nothing to do with Nguyen Vi." “Let her go.” Master looked at me quietly. The eye sockets gradually turned red. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth: "I can't do it!" "I can't help but open my eyes again and watch the disciple I love die, but I can't help but silently watch your back as you leave!" "Nguyen Ha... consider it as master asking you this one time, okay?" "The burden of sentient beings is so heavy that I shouldn't have to bear it alone. Let master, let these junior brothers and sisters help me for once!" As soon as his words ended... All sword sect disciples simultaneously knelt on the ground. “Sister, this time… Please let us help you once!” Even the Thanh Minh sword in my hand let out a soft groan, as if in sympathy. I closed my eyes. Take a deep, long breath. “…That's why you guys created a replacement that looks eight parts like me?”