Chapter Thirteen: Let Me Show You What True Power Means!-Depois de ouvir pensamentos, a protagonista usada como ferramenta enlouqueceu(Quarenta e sete noites ao crepúsculo)

“Zaozao, no need to be so polite. If you ever need any pills in the future, you can come to me.”

Only after Yan Wuqiu finished speaking did she remember that in the book, he was a prodigy in pill refining. As long as the materials were sufficient, there was no pill he couldn’t make. Many even offered him a fortune for just one pill.

Such an extraordinary alchemist genius should have shone brightly in his field, yet he met a tragic death because of He Mobai…

Not only Yan Wuqiu, but all his direct disciples also met grim fates—some died, others were left crippled.

Even the female lead, Jiang Zhuoran, did not escape. Though alive, she was like a soulless puppet, always kept by someone's side, worse than being dead.

Thinking of their fates, Jiang Zao clenched the ring tightly, a barely noticeable chill flickering in her eyes.

Jiang Zhuoran, happy to have received the gift on her behalf, thought of their upcoming plan and invited, “Second Senior Brother, Zaozao and I are planning to seek a spirit sword in the Sword Tomb. Would you like to come with us? You could offer some advice.”

Neither of them knew much about spirit swords. They had only chosen swords based on intuition before and could hardly find a good one.

If Yan Wuqiu were with them, he would surely find the most suitable spirit sword for Jiang Zao.

After all, Yan Wuqiu had started cultivating earlier than them and practiced both swordsmanship and alchemy. He would definitely make a better choice than their blind picks.

Yan Wuqiu nodded upon hearing this. “Zaozao should indeed have a spirit sword.” Then he recalled that entering the Sword Tomb required a token and asked, “Have you requested permission from the Master?”

Without the token, there was no talking about seeking a sword; they couldn't even enter the Sword Tomb. The formations there were not put up for their amusement.

The swords inside the Sword Tomb were the relics of the sect's ancestors or elders—impressive in power. Only a few were ownerless swords, but none were ordinary.

Due to long-term sealing, some swords had strange temperaments; if one encountered a bad-tempered sword, a violent outburst and killing spree were common.

The only thing that could restrain them was the Sword Tomb token.

Jiang Zhuoran swung the token in her hand, her eyes curved in a gentle smile. “We already have the Master’s consent.”

“I can’t wait to meet my beloved spirit sword.”

The most excited was undoubtedly Jiang Zao. The hard work of these past few days was not in vain; now was the time for her harvest.

…

The Sword Tomb of the Immortal Sect.

The Sword Tomb was located in a desolate rift valley. The rock walls were uneven, etched with varying depths of sword scars radiating fierce sword qi, creating an overwhelming pressure.

Jiang Zao closely followed the two, trying to avoid looking at the sword scars on the walls. They gave her too much pressure—more than her body could bear. Her internal organs felt as if pierced by countless needles.

Moreover, she sensed the residual sword qi in each scar disrupted her mind and eroded her sanity.

“Zaozao, are you alright?”

Jiang Zhuoran noticed her discomfort, turned around, and supported her weak frame as cold sweat broke out, concerned.

Jiang Zao’s breaths were heavy, as if weighed down by thousands of pounds; each step was a struggle.

“I’m fine.”

Jiang Zao forced a smile, wanting to ease their worries.

[It’s just a little sword pressure. It can’t harm me.]

Her eyes glinted with disdain for the sword qi.

Yan Wuqiu frowned, noticing Jiang Zao’s pale complexion. He hadn’t expected the sword pressure to affect her so severely. He waved his hand, blocking most of the pressure for her to ease her suffering.

Jiang Zao suddenly felt lighter, regaining strength to speak, “Thank you, Yan…”

Before she could finish, her eyes widened abruptly as she spat out a mouthful of blood. The tearing pain made her curse vehemently.

[Dammit, why does it hurt so much?!]

“Zaozao!”

Jiang Zhuoran shouted in alarm, hurriedly stuffing pills into her mouth. Yan Wuqiu was a step slower, silently withdrawing his extended hands and feet.

What on earth was happening?

The first time I came to the Sword Tomb, it wasn’t like this for Zaozao!

Jiang Zhuoran’s delicate face was full of anxiety as she glanced around, desperate to find the source of Zaozao’s injury.

Yan Wuqiu frowned even deeper, his anger barely contained. This kind of sword pressure was far beyond what normal swords could unleash.

Was it an accident?

Or was someone deliberately causing this?

There was no time for Yan Wuqiu to ponder. To ensure her safety, he had to continuously use spiritual power to shield her and reduce the oppressive pressure.

Even if the three were slow to react, they would realize something was wrong here.

They stood in the light, but the enemy lurked in the shadows.

The only solution was to leave immediately.

“This place is very dangerous. Let’s go.” Yan Wuqiu’s words were met with a nod from Jiang Zhuoran. Together, they helped Jiang Zao away quickly.

After they left, a figure in black stood atop the rift, watching their every move. Only after they vanished from sight did he disappear from the spot.

Inside the Sword Tomb.

Jiang Zhuoran carefully propped Jiang Zao against the rock wall. Seeing her injured state, her heart ached; she could not fathom why things had turned out this way.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine,” Yan Wuqiu comforted with a gentle pat on her shoulder.

This was just an accident, after all. No one truly understood what happened inside the Sword Tomb. Even if one died there, others would only say it was due to lack of skill, never caring about the cause.

*Cough cough…*

Jiang Zao regained consciousness, opening her eyes to find herself alive. She smiled from the bottom of her heart and gave the two worried companions a silly grin.

“Hehe… Sister, Senior Brother Yan.”

Jiang Zhuoran and Yan Wuqiu both visibly relaxed, then asked, “Zaozao, how do you feel now? Any discomfort?”

Jiang Zao shook her head. Aside from coughing blood, she was fine.

[I should have known seeking a sword in the Sword Tomb would cost me half my life. I wouldn’t have come if I’d known.]

[Picking up a broken sword outside would still work. At least that’s safer.]

Jiang Zao grumbled silently, making the two feel a pang of melancholy. Though she was not He Mobai’s disciple, she was brought to the Immortal Sect by Jiang Zhuoran with his approval, thus considered a half disciple.

All disciples of the Immortal Sect could enter the Sword Tomb to seek a suitable sword to cultivate with.

Originally, Jiang Zao had great expectations, but the earlier incident made her fearful.

“This is the Sword Tomb. Zaozao can find a suitable sword to wield here,” Yan Wuqiu said gently, noticing her curious gaze around, hoping to spark her interest.

Stimulated by curiosity, Jiang Zao struggled to stand. Jiang Zhuoran immediately supported her.

[For this sword, I’ve made tremendous sacrifices. If I can’t find one… I’ll burn everything down!]

[Let you all see what true power is!]

Jiang Zao thought angrily. She was no naive girl who would let herself be wronged.

Those who owed her, those who hurt her, she would repay in kind—no exceptions.

The two could not help but smile at her vengeful nature, their smiles brief but warm.

After helping Jiang Zao take a few steps, Jiang Zhuoran let go, encouraging her to seek on her own. Only by truly feeling the sword could she find the one that suited her best.

“Come over~ come to me…”