Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Asking Li Shuang for Help

Ask Li Shuang for help?

Everyone’s expressions turned strange.

They all knew how Li Shuang looked at them now. How could she be willing to help?

Tears filled Ye Zhao Zhao’s eyes as she said: “I know Senior Sister Li misunderstands me deeply and may not agree to save Long Yan. But I have no other way. Are we just going to watch Long Yan suffer?”

Chang Le An’s heart ached when he saw Ye Zhao Zhao like this. He said at once: “If you ask me, this is Li Shuang’s responsibility. She was petty and threw away the Dragon Roar Sword, and she forced Long Yan to burn his spirit body. If not, how would impure qi have grown this fast?”

“Third Senior Brother, do not say that,” Ye Zhao Zhao said pitifully: “This is not all Senior Sister’s fault. But she and Long Yan have been together for more than ten years. She will not watch him damage his roots. Other than begging her to act, I have no other way.”

As she spoke, tears fell down her face.

Long Yan looked at Ye Zhao Zhao in a daze.

[Zhao Zhao… are you crying for me? You still care about me, right? Even if I am a Defective Sword Spirit, you will not abandon me, right?]

Hope flickered in Long Yan’s eyes.

Immortal Ling Xu’s expression shifted slightly. He said mildly: “If you want to beg, then go beg. I will not stop you.” He looked unwilling to get involved and turned to leave.

“First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother,” Ye Zhao Zhao called to Sheng Yuan and Shen Yue with tears on her cheeks.

Sheng Yuan gritted his teeth: “Go. We will beg First Senior Sister together. She has removed Long Yan’s impure qi so many times. One more time will not matter.”

Shen Yue hesitated, then nodded: “Saving Long Yan matters most.”

First Senior Sister loved swords as he did. No matter what happened before, if she saw Long Yan like this, she would help.

Chang Le An did not even need to be asked. He agreed in a rush.

So the group from Ling Xu Peak headed straight for Emotionless Peak.

Watching their backs, Immortal Ling Xu’s gaze flickered. He sent a challenge to Lin Qing Ling. With her nature, she accepted without hesitation.

Immortal Ling Xu raised an eyebrow. Now that he had drawn Lin Qing Ling away, Ye Zhao Zhao and the others had a chance to act.

Li Shuang.

Would you save Long Yan or not?

Even as a teacher, he was curious.

On the way, Ye Zhao Zhao did not hide at all. Hugging the Dragon Roar Sword, she cried and shouted anxiously: “Long Yan, hold on. We are almost at Emotionless Peak. Senior Sister Li will definitely save you.”

“Do not worry. You two have been together for so many years. She will not watch you be polluted by impure qi.”

She shouted, and soon the sect’s Disciples learned that Long Yan’s Spirit Body was damaged and that only Li Shuang could save him.

Many curious people followed to watch.

A trace of pride flashed in Ye Zhao Zhao’s eyes.

[In my time, this trick is called moral blackmail.]

She did not care whether that was moral. It worked, and that was enough.

Li Shuang was being praised by the sect’s Disciples now. In this situation, how would she respond?

If she helped Long Yan, she would do it unwillingly, which would give Ye Zhao Zhao some negative emotions to harvest.

If she refused, the name of watching someone die would stick to her. Could she bear the backlash?

If the sect’s Disciples turned against Li Shuang, would that not also bring Ye Zhao Zhao more negative emotions?

The more Ye Zhao Zhao thought about it, the more she felt that Long Yan’s damaged Spirit Body was actually a good thing. Otherwise, where would she get such a great chance to harvest Li Shuang’s negative emotions?

Thinking of this, she hugged the Dragon Roar Sword tighter and acted even more anxious: “Long Yan, you must not have anything happen to you.”

“No matter the price, I will save you.”

Ye Zhao Zhao ran all the way to Emotionless Peak.

Emotionless Peak had few Disciples. Other than a few Personal Disciples, there was no one else.

As soon as she arrived, Ye Zhao Zhao knelt at the door of a room.

She shouted loudly: “Senior Sister Li, something happened to Long Yan. Please, save him.”

Afraid Li Shuang would not come out, she bit down and kowtowed hard.

“Senior Sister Li, as long as you can save Long Yan, I will do anything.”

Ye Zhao Zhao kowtowed again and again. She did it fiercely this time, loud bangs echoing. She did not use spiritual power to protect herself. A red lump rose on her forehead.

“Zhao Zhao,” Chang Le An cried out in panic as he pulled her up: “Your forehead is hurt.”

“Third Senior Brother, do not stop me,” Ye Zhao Zhao said with misery on her face: “Long Yan, Long Yan is almost at his limit. If Senior Sister Li is willing to save him, never mind kowtowing. I would die here and be willing.”

Her anxious look made Shen Yue’s heart tremble.

He realized he had misunderstood his Junior Sister before.

She had not left the Dragon Roar Sword on the arena on purpose. She had really just panicked.

Now she could do this much for Long Yan. Who could say she did not care?

Shen Yue stepped forward and called out: “Senior Sister Li, the impure qi inside Long Yan has returned. Right now only you can help him Expel Impure Qi. I know we wronged you before, and Long Yan may also have some faults, but he does not deserve to die. For the sake of your more than ten years together, First Senior Sister, please save him.”

Without hesitation, Shen Yue knelt.

Sheng Yuan sighed and said: “Senior Sister Li, I know you must have paid a lot to raise a polluted Defective Sword Spirit to this level. Can you bear to see him damage his roots and lose his form now?”

Sheng Yuan knelt firmly as well.

He felt he was not wrong.

As Shen Yue said, they had wronged Li Shuang, but what were those conflicts compared to saving a Sword Spirit?

First Senior Sister would not be so hard-hearted.

“You all,” Chang Le An cried, jumping with frustration: “Why are you all kneeling to her? She knew Long Yan was a Defective Sword Spirit and still gave him to Junior Sister on purpose, and she forced him into Soul Ignition. It is only right that she saves Long Yan.”

“Third Senior Brother,” Ye Zhao Zhao said through tears, glancing at him.

Chang Le An showed a helpless look: “Fine, fine. I will kneel too, all right?”

He knelt, unwilling but obedient.

The onlooking Disciples had mostly figured out what happened. Their expressions grew subtle.

Long Yan…

Was he not a peerless Sword Spirit?

But in truth?

He had been a Defective Sword Spirit all along?