Chapter 11: Eternal Love
Afternoon, in the backyard of Taichen Palace.

Ling Xi held the sword, waiting for Emperor Donghua to appear.

After a long time, he appeared carrying a sword.

To be honest, this scene is a bit damaging to the image.

Ling Xi suppressed her smile, a hint of anticipation appeared on her face: "Emperor."

Seeing that he seemed to be holding just an ordinary sword, Ling Xi was curious: "Emperor, are you not going to use the Cang He Sword?"

It is rumored that on the battlefield of gods and demons, Emperor Donghua held the Cang He sword, used all living beings as a sharpener, stopped killing with killing, and stopped war with war, which led to his later title as the Lord of Heaven and Earth.

Donghua said leisurely: "The Cang He sword has not been used for a long time and is about to get rusty. I have asked someone to sharpen it."

In fact, it is not like that. Cang Hejian has killed too many people, and there is too much murderous aura on the sword. If the sword is swung, blood will inevitably be drawn. It is just an instruction, and there is no need to make it so formal.

Ling Xi knew that this was an excuse, but she just wanted to see Cang Hejian, so it didn't matter if she couldn't see him.

Donghua held the sword: "Draw your sword, don't hold back."

Ling Xi's eyes were stern, and the aura around him gradually became dangerous: "Emperor, I'm sorry for the offense."

A sword was swung out, and a sharp sword energy followed. Ling Xi stepped forward with the sword and attacked Donghua.

Ling Xi does not have her own sword. The sword she is using now is the sword given to her by Yaoguang. It is a divine weapon and of high grade.

Once she has gathered enough materials, she will forge her own sword.

Donghua stood there without moving.

However, all of Ling Xi's attacks were blocked by him.

He held the sword in his hand, which seemed to be light and weightless. Only Ling Xi could feel the power of each sword he swung.

The two men fought in the yard, one hitting the other.

A quarter of an hour later, the two stopped.

Donghua put away his sword, and Lingxi followed suit.

While they were fighting, the vitality in Ling Xi's body unconsciously dissipated, and the flowers, plants and trees in Taichen Palace grew wildly in a short period of time.

Seeing this, Donghua frowned.

"Your sword has attack power, but it has too much vitality and too little killing power. If this is the case, how are you going to take over the Thirty-Six Divisions?"

Going to the battlefield is no joke, it is a place where you can lose your life if you are not careful.

Ling Xi was slightly stunned.

To be honest, in her previous life, she grew up in a sect and was loved by her master. In addition, she was extremely talented, so her path of cultivation was smooth. In addition, she often did good deeds. People in the world of cultivation who knew her name generally would not cause trouble for her. If she had not been killed, she would not have known that she would have enemies.

Moreover, there is a clear order in the world of cultivation that private revenge and fighting are prohibited. All sects are working hard to cultivate, so no one would want to kill anyone.

For tens of thousands of years in this life, she has been learning from her master, practicing medicine and saving lives in the human world, and has never killed anyone.

Her sword was stained with too little blood.

Therefore, her sword naturally does not contain any murderous intent.

Donghua couldn't believe that a person who acted so steadily and calmly, had a sword that had never seen blood.

Looking at Ling Xi's appearance, Donghua knew that Tang Yue must be the same as her.

However, Donghua did not have any special requirements for Tang Yue, so it didn't matter whether her sword killed people or not, he could just throw her on the battlefield in the future.

Donghua's voice became deeper, and every word he said was full of sarcasm towards Ling Xi: "For a sword-wielder, if the sword has never been stained with blood, her sword is just a piece of scrap metal, totally useless."

"If you were to go to the battlefield now, how would you defeat the enemy? Would you use your vitality? Would you go to kill the enemy, or to help them?"

Donghua showed no mercy, his venomous tongue made no distinction between enemies, and swept through everything. "Starting tomorrow, you will enter the secret realm alone. If you can't learn how to kill, then you don't have to come out."

Donghua left a few words and left in a chill.

Chonglin, who was watching from the side, knew that the secret realm that the Emperor mentioned was not an ordinary secret realm used for training, but an ancient battlefield from ancient times, with countless deaths, resentment, and countless powerful monsters.

In there, even a god might not be able to escape unscathed.

It seems that the Emperor is indeed a little angry, probably because he can't do anything about the incompetence of his own child.

Ling Xi lowered his head and whispered "Yes."

That night, Ling Xi didn't sleep all night.

She held her sword and thought all night.

The next day, Ling Xi was rudely thrown into the secret realm by Donghua. Except for a sword and some daily necessities for a short period of time, nothing else was left for her.

Tang Yue wanted to go in with Ling Xi, but was ruthlessly rejected by Donghua, and then was thrown into the army by Donghua for training.

Since the little girl was not around, Donghua had no mood to raise another one.

He originally only wanted to teach Ling Xi. If Tang Yue and Ling Xi were not sisters, he would not want to bother at all.

Donghua stayed with Ling Xi in the secret realm for a day and then left.

Before leaving, he left a message: "When you have killed all the enemies in here, you can come out again."

As soon as Donghua left, the protection he had set up was also lifted.

What Ling Xi faced was the gloomy and strange Valley of the Dead.

What hits you in the face is the smell of death that is so thick that it makes you unable to breathe.

With limited visibility, all Ling Xi saw were piles of bones, in fragments and chunks, which made people shudder.

Ling Xi used his spiritual power to support himself and light up a small area around him.

There's no other way. In this place, who knows what will happen. We have to use our spiritual energy sparingly.

On the first night, everything was calm and nothing happened, but Ling Xi felt that it was the calm before the storm.

On the second day, Ling Xi killed a lot of monsters that day, all of which were monsters with the cultivation level of immortals or even higher.

He had to kill her, because if he didn't, she would be the one to die, because she had too much vitality and would most likely attract monsters.

At the end of the day, Ling Xi was covered in blood from head to toe, looking like a ghost, with countless wounds on his body.

Without taking the time to treat his wounds, Ling Xi lay down on the ground out of exhaustion, completely ignoring the environment.

On the third day, there were still endless monsters. At night, a large number of ghosts composed of lingering souls appeared in the underworld. They could not be killed, burned or destroyed. Only her vitality could dissipate them.

Therefore, Ling Xi had to control the use of spiritual power while also controlling the use of vitality.

There are too many ghosts, and her spiritual power is not inexhaustible. Using too much vitality will attract those monsters.

In just two days, Ling Xi had already experienced the horror of this place, a life worse than death.

Ling Xi had never thought before that there was such a place in this world that could temper people's hearts and was more terrifying than hell on earth.

In the following days, Ling Xi began his life day after day.

Every day he killed monsters and ghosts until he was exhausted, his body was covered with wounds and stained with blood every day.

When injured, he would risk his life to find medicine in the Death Valley during the day and process it himself or make it into pills. But most of the time, Ling Xi just processed the herbs roughly and ate them, or applied them on the wound.

Fortunately, although the Death Valley is lifeless, there are still medicinal herbs growing there, but their efficacy is not that good.

(End of this chapter)