In the corridor of the student dormitory, Ming Shuiyun leaned on the railing, staring blankly in the direction of the Platinum Tower.

That night was filled with explosions and battles, and naturally, the dormitory section could hear the commotion. Ming Shuiyun knew there was a fierce battle at the Platinum Tower, and she even considered whether she should go over, even just to take a look, rather than staying in the dormitory waiting for news. After all, Qin Leyin was risking life and death for her sake, how could she sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labors?

However, just as she stepped out of the dormitory, she saw someone guarding below.

With long black braided hair and holding a long knife, the man named Niruo was sitting quietly on the grass in front of the dormitory, gently caressing the blade. When Ming Shuiyun came out, she felt herself being locked by a terrifying killing intent, rendering her unable to move.

As someone who hadn't even made it through the basic threshold of Combat Technique, Ming Shuiyun's Spiritual Power was far too weak. Being locked in by the killing intent of a battle-hardened Martial Artist felt like a mouse confronting a python; the physiological fear alone was enough to bind her actions.

But as long as she retreated back into the dormitory, the killing intent would disperse like smoke. Ming Shuiyun knew that Niruo was there to stop her from leaving.

Initially, Ming Shuiyun thought Niruo was preventing her from saving Qin Leyin, but when she braced herself against the fear of the killing intent and inched along the corridor railing, Niruo's killing intent suddenly intensified, yet not to a degree unbearable for Ming Shuiyun. Just when Ming Shuiyun was about to mentally collapse, Niruo's killing intent would fade, giving Ming Shuiyun a chance to rest.

After several rounds of this, Ming Shuiyun realized that Niruo was training her. Rather than stopping her from leaving, it was more like he was protecting her. Who knows how many villains were out there? Although the Sword Holder would protect the Sword Master, what if there was a loophole?

Stewing under Niruo's killing intent, Ming Shuiyun calmed down, and her heated blood was replaced by reason. She was too weak, barely able to help Qin Leyin, and might even become a bargaining chip used against Qin Leyin. Niruo was simply stopping her from doing something foolish.

Suddenly, Ming Shuiyun saw the lights flickering on the seventh floor of the Platinum Tower and couldn't help but take a couple of steps forward, causing Niruo's killing intent to predictably intensify to an unbearable level for her.

"I'll stay here, but if you want to help him, why don't you go over there yourself!" Ming Shuiyun couldn't suppress her emotions and asked aloud.

Niruo said nothing, seemingly asleep, sitting on the grass below, yet the killing intent Ming Shuiyun felt grew stronger.

"Water Cloud, your words are not right. Not helping is one thing, but kicking someone when they're down is expected. Offering help in the snow, now that's being a saint in the world." Ming Shuangli's voice sounded behind Ming Shuiyun: "He is my Sword Scabbard, why should he help your Sword Scabbard? Would your points be transferred to me if he helped?"

"If it could be transferred—"

"Shuangli Palace, be mindful of your words." Niruo suddenly spoke: "Tonight, I cannot intervene."

"See, it's not that I don't want to, but the Sword Scabbard has its own thoughts." Ming Shuangli hugged Ming Shuiyun, patting her head: "How about going back to sleep? You've kept the dormitory door open, the wind's blowing in, and I can't sleep from the cold. Let's sleep together later, and I'll tell you about my political platform..."

Ming Shuiyun ignored Ming Shuangli's teasing and looked at Niruo and asked, "Why can't you intervene?"

"There are many reasons, but the most important one is that he hasn't asked for my help."

Niruo strummed a clear and distant note on his Scarlet Cherry blade.

"I respect his will, and I hope Water Cloud Palace will also respect it. Don't use your needless worries to insult the fighting spirit of a Martial Artist. After all, he is the man who dares to write his legend while alive, saying something like 'Silver Blood's Three Wonders, Qin Leyin, disrupts the martial Silver Blood Toxic Scholar'."

Boom!

Suddenly, a soundless explosion rapidly spread from the top of the Platinum Tower, and even the student dormitory felt as though it was submerged in the sound wave. Ming Shuangli and Ming Shuiyun both fell to the ground, while Niruo instantly adopted a combat stance, knife in hand, from the stimulus.

"Ah!"

Seven cries of agony simultaneously echoed, as Ming Shuiyun saw the sacred sword mark on her right hand burning bright and intensely hot, even though there wasn't a scratch on her hand, it felt as if her very soul was being scorched!

Below, Niruo also grunted with pain, barely able to hold onto his long knife—his mark was burning too!

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much!"

"I can't control my right hand!"

"What's going on, what's going on?"

The dormitory was in chaos, but Ming Shuangli revealed a strange expression at this point, staring at the mark on his hand and asked, "Water Cloud, do you feel it?"

Ming Shuiyun was puzzled: "Feel what?"

"Glory... seems very excited."

...

On the fifth floor of the Platinum Tower, Ning Xinyuan, who was treating Yan Yi's injuries, let out a muffled groan, glanced at the back of his hand, and then lifted his head to look upward, a look of astonishment on his face.

"It actually succeeded..."

...

On the fourth floor of the Platinum Tower, a Flame Bureau officer suddenly sat up from a pile of bodies, blew on the back of his hand, and then covered his right hand and jumped out of the window to escape.

"Slipped away, slipped away, anyway, it counts as helping him once."

...

On the seventh floor of the Platinum Tower, after the Grand Steward finished his chant, a tsunami-like wave of Spirit erupted from within him, almost materializing, and Le Yin, who was closest to him, was hit as if by a Shinra Tensei and was directly blown away!

"It really...succeeded..."

The Grand Steward completely ignored Qin Leyin, kneeling on the ground, gazing obsessively at the continuously weaving Holy Sword in the center of the seventh floor. Though the floor was supposed to be brightly lit as daylight, it was dim and unlit, as if all the light gathered in the center to become the material for weaving the sword body!

Holy Sword Glory!

Anyone who laid eyes on it would know, without a doubt, that it was the Holy Sword Glory!

Le Yin stared at that half-woven light sword and could even understand why it was called the Holy Sword Glory—because it was holy, it was a sword, it was glory!

Although its shape was almost the same as what Le Yin saw in the Wanxiang Forest, its essence was far from it. As the Grand Steward said, the true Glory had no physical form, it was a sword formed by light compressed to the extreme, not a mundane sword limited by material, but an omnipresent divine weapon!

Compared to Glory, other Divine Weapons Le Yin had seen were nothing but worthless impostors pandering to their reputation!

Using the Imperial Academy's Sea of Consciousness, he forcibly extracted the Holy Sword Glory from the void... Le Yin reached towards the Grand Steward with both hands, stomping into the shadows, swiftly advancing!

"Can't you just settle down and appreciate this historic moment?" The Grand Steward sighed helplessly as if encountering a troublesome child, shaking his head, and engaged Le Yin in combat with the techniques of the Eight Daos Style.

"But your right hand is already ruined, how can you possibly beat me?"

The venom of the Garlingen was fiercer than Le Yin imagined, and even the Ice Blood Physique could only slightly slow it down. The more Le Yin moved, the faster the venom spread. Within just a few moves, Le Yin felt his right arm completely lose strength, unable to form a fist, unable to lift his arm—it was indeed crippled!

The Grand Steward kept his focus on the Holy Sword Glory, casually exchanging blows with Le Yin, and specifically targeting Le Yin's right side, taking advantage of Le Yin's ruined right hand, a total lack of martial virtue.

"Fall down!"

The Grand Steward aimed a Desolate Bite at Le Yin's right shoulder, just as Le Yin suddenly had a stroke of intuition. He used his left hand to draw a small circle with Universe Chant, and upon contact with the Grand Steward's Desolate Bite light explosion, he immediately switched to the Huangtan Burst!

Just moments ago, Le Yin had been overpowered and counterattacked by the Iron Mask Man in this way, and now it was Le Yin's turn to use it live and learn!

Thud!

The reverberation of Universe Chant and the shockwave of Huangtan Burst came in succession, almost causing the Grand Steward to lose control of his body, yet his face showed no worry: "But you only have one hand left, can you possibly take me down in an instant—"

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