Chapter Ninety-Five: The Dragging Sword Technique

If this news were to spread, it would surely shake the entire Immortal Chant, heralding a change of era! The one most furious and enraged would undoubtedly be the Old Monster of the Northern River.

The Old Monster of the Northern River was a renowned supreme powerhouse, a contemporary of the Blood Demon, and also his close friend. Both were rebellious spirits, defying heaven, earth, and all authority alike!

The Old Monster of the Northern River was fond of Xue Qing, but Xue Qing loved the Blood Demon instead, which left the Old Monster deeply frustrated, eventually turning him into the Blood Demon’s sworn enemy.

At their respective peaks, they clashed in an epic battle of supremacy.

In the end, the Old Monster narrowly lost by half a move and retreated to the Northern River Demon Domain. He never married in his lifetime, and his thoughts remained bound to Xue Qing.

After the Blood Demon’s vanishing following the battle of the emperors, the Old Monster thought his chance had come and repeatedly ventured into the southern wilderness. Yet, he underestimated Xue Qing’s steadfast devotion. Over three thousand years later, she still longed for the Blood Demon without wavering.

Now, this senior who claimed to be the husband of the Empress Xue Qing? Jiang Xiaoxiao found Ye Wuya increasingly mysterious—not just someone who knew her master.

Ye Wuya remained silent, and his words naturally carried his own approval.

“Let’s go! There’s no meaning in staying here any longer.”

Ye Wuya cast a glance toward the ruins deep within, where the ancient demon clan palace had already sunk back into the abyss, then turned to leave.

The killing formation had been activated. Even if there was something inside, their strength alone was insufficient to open the ancient palace.

“Oh, yes, Senior Ye!”

Jiang Xiaoxiao said no more. After all, this was the senior’s matter, and she had no right to judge. Quietly, she followed behind Ye Wuya as they headed outside.

Ye Wuya glanced into the distance—the direction where Ye Ruyue and Ye Ruxue had been taken. He did not recognize the captor and no distinct clues were left behind. He could only proceed in that direction.

As Ye Wuya released his sword intent, Jiang Xiaoxiao immediately felt an intensifying sharpness around him, as if the invisible sword intent could slice through the very air.

Quickly, she summoned her cultivation to shield herself from the piercing sword intent. Once layers of spiritual energy cloaked her body, the painful sensation began to subside.

The blue long sword seemed to have been imbued with a soul, alive and vibrant, joyfully dancing around the two of them.

Ye Wuya leapt fiercely, his explosive power propelling him into the air. With a swift “whoosh,” the blue long sword followed closely by his side.

Ye Wuya once again employed his unique technique: the "Sword Dragging Art."

Gripping the hilt tightly, he was dragged through the dense forest canopy by the blue long sword. Meanwhile, the saintly maiden summoned a bronze plate, standing upon it.

A golden light burst forth, slicing through the sky with a “whoosh,” forming a divine rainbow that pursued Ye Wuya.

The bronze plate was rectangular and modest in size, about two meters long and one meter wide.

At first glance, Ding Qing thought it looked like a coffin lid.

But upon closer inspection, it truly was a coffin lid.

Ye Wuya’s speed was not particularly fast. Soon, Jiang Xiaoxiao appeared beside him, eyes wide with curiosity at his peculiar flying style.

Typically, cultivators mastered the Art of Object Control to fly, which required vast cultivation to sustain. This was the first time Jiang Xiaoxiao had seen such an unusual mode of travel.

A senior being dragged by a sword? What was going on?

Senior Ye Wuya kept his eyes closed, not even watching the path. What was this about?

The saintly maiden was utterly baffled. Had she known that this very senior was afraid of heights, she might have laughed until her stomach hurt.

A cultivator afraid of heights? That must be a first in history!

Ye Wuya seemed to sense something approaching and opened his eyes to the side. Jiang Xiaoxiao was standing atop a… coffin lid…

“Truly the disciple of the Rakshasa Witch, Crescent Moon Mourning, exceptional as always!” Ye Wuya thought to himself. While he was dragged by a sword, Jiang Xiaoxiao flew on a coffin lid beside him.

If anyone saw this, they’d be the oddest duo around.

Ye Wuya maintained a height of about thirty meters. Any higher, and his acrophobia would cause dizziness and nausea.

Even so, he dared not look down. The scenes below continuously receded.

They flew like this for about half an hour, crossing mountains and rivers.

“Senior, where are we headed?” Jiang Xiaoxiao asked, bored, kneeling on the coffin lid and glancing at the closed-eyed Ye Wuya being dragged by his sword.

Ye Wuya opened his eyes at her question and asked, “Is there a sect or place in this direction?”

“All right, Senior, wait a moment. I’ll check.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao produced a parchment-like map of the Yan Kingdom territory, spread it out, and swiftly ascended to over a thousand meters to locate their position.

After a time, she descended back beside Ye Wuya and said,

“Senior, about a thousand miles ahead in this direction is the Qingyun Sect.”

“Then let’s head there first,” Ye Wuya replied.

“Senior…” Jiang Xiaoxiao hesitated.

“Yes? What is it?” Ye Wuya responded.

“Well, Senior, I’ve seen sword-riding and object-control techniques for flying, but what is this technique you’re using? I’ve never seen such a way to fly…”

Jiang Xiaoxiao hesitated but finally asked the question she dared not before.

Ye Wuya, faced with her earnest gaze, found himself momentarily at a loss.

Should he tell her he was afraid of heights? That he couldn’t even stand steadily on a sword?

Of course not. Ye Wuya was far from foolish enough to reveal his acrophobia.

After some thought, he said casually, “This is my own creation. It doesn’t rely on any spiritual energy or cultivation to fly.”

“Hmm, Senior, that’s incredible. It’s the first time I’ve heard of it. By the way, does your flying technique have a name?” Jiang Xiaoxiao asked, still curious.

Ye Wuya inwardly groaned. Was there no end to this interrogation? Was she conducting an investigation?

But to preserve the dignity of a senior, he replied gently, “It’s called the Sword Dragging Art.”

“Oh,” Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, muttering softly, “That’s basically dragging a person technique.”

“Ahem!”

Ye Wuya coughed awkwardly, smiling bitterly inside: There was no help for it—this was the plight of being afraid of heights! The moment he stood on a sword and looked down, his legs gave way.

Realizing her words might be inappropriate, Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly fell silent, unwilling to say more.

Speaking of a senior’s technique in front of them was indeed disrespectful.

“All right, let’s land and get something to eat…”