World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 611: Master and Sword Shares a Heart, the Jade Pool’s Familiar Face!

Chapter 611: Master and Sword Shares a Heart, the Jade Pool’s Familiar Face!

Wang Sheng asked, "Why don't we have ships that big?"

"Those things look impressive, but they're useless," Linyuan replied, then chuckled. "What's the point of having one when they're not even that much faster than ordinary artifacts? Most importantly, they're far too expensive, and we don't have many elders, disciples, or Protectors. We don't really need something like that for travel."

Wang Sheng nodded. Just say you can't afford it!

Soon, the seven celestial tower ships descended side by side. Several hundred celestial soldiers in shining armor and over a hundred beautiful female immortals in rainbow-colored robes flew down from the ships and lined up gracefully outside the Xinghai Sect's mountain gate.

More than ten female Ascended Immortals held basket-shaped treasured artifacts. Through their immortal power, they made flower petals fill the sky like rain.

"What a spectacle," Wang Sheng muttered.

Many of the Xinghai Sect's elders looked rather displeased.

After the petals drifted for a while, six beautiful female immortals—Lan Huilin and the "tragically dead" Jiang He's martial sisters—flew out from the celestial tower ship in the middle. The styles of their immortal dresses were all different from each other, but they shared one thing in common: they used plenty of fabric, yet covered very little.

Some of the six female immortals looked fresh and elegant—like lotus blossoms just emerging from water—while some had a more fiendish, alluring charm full of feminine grace. A few had thick eyebrows and looked heroic, and others glittered with jewels and luxury. Fortunately, Qiu Ying and the other immortal who had been captured in the previous plot against the Xinghai Sect weren't part of the delegation.

Once the six immortals landed, three of the Fengli Sect's female elders with white hair unhurriedly walked down from the air.

This level of display...

Wang Sheng sighed. "Well, talk about a grand entrance."

Linyuan mocked, "Couldn't have described it better myself."

When the three old women stopped near the mountain gate, a faint fragrance drifted from the celestial tower ship in the middle, and the round doorway at the top of it slowly opened. A flawless, pale jade foot stepped out, its arc unbelievably perfect. When it touched the floor, a transparent ripple spread outward.

Those who were gazing at the foot couldn't help but look up slowly, finding slender, round, straight legs; a waist so thin it seemed impossible to grasp; and breathtaking curves.

The woman donned a short, fitted dress and had several rainbow-like celestial ribbons floating behind her. Her black hair was gathered into cloudlike buns, spreading out as if laid across water.

The old saying, "wearing the clouds as a shirt, the rainbow as a skirt," was likely meant to describe such a sight.

Looking further up, they saw a cyan veil covering what seemed to be an unmatched beauty, her star-like eyes hiding light deep within them. Meeting her gaze was like being pulled into an ethereal realm.

Her aura alone—her unapproachable grace that made her seem as though she resided among the clouds and forever beyond mortal reach—was enough to captivate the hearts of countless cultivators.

Is she the evil sect master who treats her disciples like tools?

Wang Sheng felt a strong sense of dissonance, but he also knew better than to judge based on appearances. He couldn't underestimate the Fengli Sect's sect master.

Linyuan muttered, "Isn't their sect master supposed to be a hag?"

Several nearby elders questioned it as well, proving that they had not completely lost themselves in her beauty.

Wang Sheng smiled and gestured for the elders to step forward and greet them. However, just as he was about to speak, he let out a muffled groan and clutched his chest.

Out of nowhere, he felt a sword seemingly pierce his heart meridian. He broke into a cold sweat as a wave of agony made the veins on his forehead bulge.

What is going on? Is this a heart devil?

Linyuan swiftly noticed what was happening. "Elder Pi, you go first... Huh? Kachew, is everything okay?"

Wang Sheng drew in a sharp breath and attempted to stand straight, but he hunched and trembled uncontrollably instead.

Everyone nearby looked at him at once. Many of the Fengli Sect's female immortals also noticed his peculiar behavior.

As though facing a great enemy, some of the Xinghai Sect elders moved in and surrounded Wang Sheng. Even the Protectors stepped up. Lishang, who was in the front palace, also stood up, seemingly about to rush over.

The Fengli Sect's female immortals were naturally confused.

Despite his furrowed brow, Wang Sheng remarked, "I'm fine."

He turned his senses inward. His Dao Body and Primordial Spirit were unharmed, but the unbearable pain was making his Primordial Spirit convulse.

What's going on? Is this a heart devil's doing, or the Myriad-Slaying Sword Intent's side effects? No, wait. Yaoyun? She's the one causing this? What on earth is she doing?!

Wang Sheng's Dao Heart trembled. Still, he pushed through the intense agony that his Primordial Spirit was under and forced himself to say, "Senior, you go greet them first. I'm not feeling well. I'll go back first... to regulate my breathing!"

Right now, Yaoyun was guarding her senior sister. Hence, he turned and rushed into the mountain gate. Linyuan hurriedly moved to help him, but Lishang had already turned into a streak of light, flown out of the front palace, and supported Wang Sheng.

"Are you alright?"

Wang Sheng was drenched in cold sweat now. "Quick, take me back."

Yaoyun's emotions flooded in endlessly, mixing sourness and bitterness into the pain. Fortunately, Lishang didn't dare delay. She kept supporting Wang Sheng as she quickly flew toward the back mountain.

The situation left the Xinghai Sect and the Fengli Sect unsure of what to do. Being the experienced old man he was, Linyuan sent a voice transmission to the Xinghai Sect members.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Elder Pi's old injury just flared up, and the vice sect master has gone to help him regulate his breathing."

As the Fengli Sect's sect master slowly flew in, Yao Xingzi walked to the front of the palace and flew toward the mountain gate to meet her.

***

It was quiet at the small pavilion, yet Wang Sheng's Primordial Spirit was convulsing nonstop.

Lishang had already noticed the abnormal state Wang Sheng was in, but she had no idea what could have caused it. He wasn't ill or injured. Moreover, his Daoist realm and cultivation realm were stable. How did he end up like this?

Wang Sheng forced himself to activate an array and took Lishang straight toward a wooden window on the second floor. Just as he was about to crash into it, he worried about waking and making his senior sister anxious, who was secluded in the next room. Hence, he gently pushed the window open instead.

Lishang froze for a moment. Wang Sheng frowned deeply, clutched his chest, and staggered inside.

He had placed Spiritless here to guard his senior sister before he left earlier. However, the sword was now nowhere to be seen. Yaoyun, who was in her immortal gown, had collapsed where the sword was supposed to be. Her long hair lay scattered, her skirt spread like a blooming lotus, yet her face was streaked with tears.

Seeing Wang Sheng step inside with pain written all over his face, Yaoyun's eyes filled with apology as she trembled. "Wang Sheng..."

Endless grievance seemingly waited to be poured out to him.

Hoarsely, he asked, "What happened?"

He shook off Lishang's support, walked unsteadily to Yaoyun, and then slowly sat down in front of her. She had clearly caused the abnormality affecting Wang Sheng's Primordial Spirit.

Since the master and his sword shared the same heart, the pain in Yaoyun's heart was directly reflected in his Primordial Spirit. Along with the searing agony came countless waves of bitterness and silent wailing.

Instead of pressing her further, he simply sat there quietly, keeping her company.

Did she fall asleep earlier and dream of the Heavenly Court's destruction again?

He wanted to offer his sword spirit some comfort—to lend her his shoulder to lean on. However, he was well aware of how fiercely independent and prideful she was. Until she took the initiative to speak, all he could do was remain silent and wait patiently, enduring the pain together with her.

Lishang stood quietly to the side. Unable to understand what was happening, she could only watch the two.

Soon, the pain that Wang Sheng's Primordial Spirit felt slowly subsided, a sign that Yaoyun was starting to recover. Still, enduring through the entire process proved quite hard. Cold sweat soaked Wang Sheng's Daoist robe, yet he simply sat and waited in silence for his sword spirit to tell him what was making her suffer or hear a simple "I'm fine now."

At that moment, Mu Wanxuan pushed open the wooden door at the side, the scene before her momentarily confusing her. Noticing Yaoyun quietly shedding tears, she hurried forward, pulled her into her embrace, and hummed softly to comfort her. She also shot a glare at her junior brother, naturally assuming that he had bullied Yaoyun into tears.

Under Mu Wanxuan's care, Yaoyun's emotions recovered much more quickly. Wang Sheng looked at his senior sister with gratitude.

You truly are the household's angel...

After waiting a bit longer, Wang Sheng slowly breathed out. Drenched in sweat, he leaned back and collapsed onto the floor, limbs spread wide.

"Junior Brother?" Mu Wanxuan hurriedly released Yaoyun and rushed over, finally realizing who the true "victim" was.

Confused, Lishang asked, "What exactly is going on?"

Wang Sheng waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

Yaoyun gave him an apologetic look. Having gotten herself together, she explained softly, "This all started when I was on the verge of death. I tried to reincarnate at the time, only to realize that it was no longer possible. In my anger, I unleashed immortal power and caused a disaster that endangered countless living beings.

"That was when he risked his life. Despite being only at the Golden Core Realm, he forcibly tried to accept my Primordial Spirit, which was already at the Heavenly Immortal Realm. In the end, our Primordial Spirits merged, and our true spirits became coexistent. To protect his life, I transformed into his sword's spirit, which is what I am today."

Lishang looked as though she finally understood. She watched Wang Sheng, who was still panting heavily, then frowned. "Is this the consequence of forcing a fusion?"

"No. For certain reasons, that fusion left no aftereffects at all." Yaoyun slowly closed her eyes. "Since our thoughts are connected, he suffered because I faced a mental abnormality."

Mu Wanxuan was already holding Wang Sheng in her arms, comforting him. He couldn't help but think of her gentle embrace as a blessing in disguise.

He raised his head and could not help but sigh inwardly.

Senior Sister's collarbones are really fair! Wait, no. Her neck is really soft...

After some time struggling to make up his mind, Wang Sheng finally recovered and regained his composure.

Pleasant ethereal music came from the front palace, which meant that the banquet had likely begun. Since Wang Sheng was unharmed, Lishang headed back to the front palace to attend to matters.

Once she was gone, Wang Sheng muttered, "Your Elderly Highness, did you have a nightmare?"

Yaoyun snorted and lowered her head, her mind racing.

Wang Sheng mentally grumbled, You're not even going to give me a simple apology?

Afraid that the sword spirit would hear him, he could only tilt and rest his head on his senior sister's shoulder to seek comfort. Mu Wanxuan took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from Wang Sheng's face.

"I saw my mother," Yaoyun confessed.

Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan froze in place.

Yaoyun's mother? The Immortal Emperor's wife and renowned owner of the Jade Pool?

"Mm?"

"Where did you see her? Don't tell me you really had a dream?"

Yaoyun softly replied, "I didn't. Through your eyes, I saw my mother... The Fengli Sect's sect master looks exactly the same as my mother in my memories. Even her aura was extraordinarily similar!"

Wang Sheng sprang to his feet. Mu Wanxuan was also stunned.

The Fengli Sect's sect master is the Queen Mother of the West?!

"How is that possible?"

"The only difference is their cultivation realms. The Fengli Sect's sect master is only at the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Besides, she had already passed away in the Jade Pool when the Heavenly Court fell. More importantly, Mother would never commit any of that sect master's evil acts!"

Yaoyun's gaze turned ice cold. She transformed into immortal light and dispersed, condensing into Spiritless.

"Bring me over there and let me have a look at her. I will never spare that fiend for daring to imitate my mother's looks!"