From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 240 Special Training Peak: Xiao Yao's Pinnacle of Glory

I took a deep breath and silently recited the key points of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique in my mind. The spiritual energy in my dantian began to surge and flow along my meridians to my limbs and bones.

The construct before them exuded a chilling pressure, its surface flowing with scorching spiritual energy like magma, distorting the very air as if it were being burned.

Its towering body resembled a small mountain, casting a shadow that enveloped me, making me feel an inexplicable sense of oppression, almost suffocating me.

Elder Yan's voice rang in my ears: "Remember, use softness to overcome hardness, and avoid the sharp edge." I nodded, gripped the longsword in my hand, and the blade emitted a clear sound, as if responding to my determination.

The construct moved the instant the battle began.

Its speed was astonishing; it arrived in front of me almost as a blur.

I barely managed to raise my sword to parry, when a loud clang rang out and a powerful force surged through me. My hand went numb, and the sword nearly slipped from my grasp.

My body was thrown back by the force and crashed heavily to the ground, a metallic taste rising in my throat.

I struggled to my feet, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and once again channeled my spiritual energy to unleash the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique.

My figure became elusive, and the sword light flowed around the construct like water, trying to find its weakness.

However, the constructs' attack methods are complex and varied, and my sword techniques were completely ineffective.

Every attack was easily neutralized by it. I felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, unable to escape no matter how hard I struggled.

My body gradually developed many wounds, and my clothes were stained red with blood.

My breathing became rapid, and my strength gradually gave out.

A feeling of despair began to spread; I felt like I was struggling in endless darkness, unable to see a glimmer of hope.

Just when I was about to give up, I thought of Wen Chen and his encouragement and support.

I gritted my teeth, forced myself to calm down, and reassessed the situation.

I can't give up, I must persevere!

Suddenly, I felt a surge of power within my body; it was the spiritual energy Elder Yan had previously injected into me!

I was overjoyed. This spiritual energy was pure and powerful, and it might be able to help me.

I immediately channeled this spiritual energy and integrated it into my sword techniques...

"Xiao Yao, hang in there!" A familiar voice called out.

I turned my head sharply and saw Shuangyue looking at me anxiously...

I swung my sword slower and slower, each attack feeling like the last gasp of a crossbow bolt, landing weakly on the hard surface of the structure, sparking a few sparks but causing no real damage.

My spiritual power is like a spring that is about to dry up; it can barely keep me moving.

Sweat slid down my cheeks, dripping onto the scorching ground and evaporating instantly.

I felt dizzy, and the world in front of me became blurry.

"You think you can defeat this construct? That's just wishful thinking!" Zi Yun's sharp and sarcastic voice came from the side, piercing my eardrums like needles.

"Don't you even know your own worth? A piece of trash without spiritual roots dares to dream of becoming a Celestial Venerable? How laughable!"

Every word she said was like a sharp blade, cutting deep into my heart.

I bit my lip tightly, trying my best to control myself and not let her see my vulnerability.

I can't give up, I can't let her laugh at me!

However, my body is nearing its limit. I feel like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

The air around me grew heavier and heavier, as if it were going to crush me to death.

"Xiao Yao, don't listen to her!" Shuangyue's voice was tinged with anxiety. "You can do it! I believe in you!"

Her voice was like a beacon in the darkness, giving me a glimmer of hope.

However, this hope seemed so faint, as if it could be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

My hands trembled so badly I could barely hold the sword.

I feel myself getting closer and closer to failure; the dark abyss is opening its bloody maw to devour me completely.

"Give up, Xiao Yao," Zi Yun's voice rang out again, tinged with sarcasm, "You have no chance of winning."

My breathing became rapid, and my heart pounded violently, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

I felt a wave of despair. Was I really going to fail?

Suddenly, Elder Yan's voice rang in my ears: "Xiao Yao, remember your beliefs! The battle has only just begun!" His aged voice carried an undeniable authority, like a thunderclap that exploded in my mind.

Belief? What are my beliefs?

I suddenly raised my head, looking at Elder Yan, then at Shuangyue not far away, and...

Ziyun, who mocked me.

mine

My body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and every breath felt like pulling a bellows, hoarse and laborious.

Sweat soaked through my clothes, clinging tightly to my skin, sticky and uncomfortable.

I feel like a wild beast trapped in a swamp; the more I struggle, the deeper I sink.

The construct's cold, metallic shell emanated a chilling aura; I could even feel the lingering, desperate body heat of the previous challengers on it.

I can't hold on much longer.

Ziyun's piercing laughter, like a demonic sound, drilled into my ears; every word was like a sharp thorn, stabbing fiercely into my heart.

"Give up, Xiao Yao, you're nothing but..."

No, I can't give up!

I kept telling myself that.

I cannot lose to her, and I certainly cannot lose to this cold, lifeless machine!

I still have things I need to do, I still have to…

Wen Chen's gentle smile appeared before my eyes, and his voice seemed to be ringing in my ears:

I believe you.

These four simple words were like a warm current, instantly flowing through my entire body.

An unprecedented power surged from the depths of my dantian. This power was so strong and so pure that it cleansed my meridians, repaired the wounds on my body, and dispelled the fear in my heart.

I feel like a parched land that has finally received the nourishment of sweet rain, full of life and vitality.

My body no longer felt heavy, my breathing was no longer labored, and the world before my eyes became clear.

I gripped the Flowing Cloud Sword tightly in my hand, feeling the humming sound emanating from its blade. It seemed as if the sword was cheering and rejoicing for me.

I raised my head and looked at the structure in front of me. My eyes were no longer filled with fear, but only with a burning fighting spirit.

The air around us seemed to freeze. Elder Yan, Shuangyue, Ziyun, and even Lingxin, who was in charge of logistics, held their breath, their eyes fixed on me.

I took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within me, and a confident smile appeared on my lips.

“Now,” I slowly raised the Flowing Cloud Sword in my hand, its tip pointing directly at the construct before me, “this is my true strength…”

I felt the power within me erupt like a volcano, converging on my sword.

The Flowing Cloud Sword emitted a clear cry, its blade wreathed in a faint golden light, its sharpness fully revealed, as if it could cut through all obstacles in the world.

Without further hesitation, I moved and charged toward the construct like an arrow released from a bow.

This time, I was faster and my swordplay was more ferocious. Each strike carried a whistling sound as it cut through the air, as if it were tearing space apart.

The construct let out a deep roar, and its enormous fist, imbued with scorching spiritual energy, slammed down towards me.

I stopped dodging and instead faced the challenge head-on. The longsword in my hand transformed into a streak of light, precisely piercing the joint of the construct's fist.

With a crisp "crack," the construct's attack was interrupted, and its movements became sluggish.

I pressed my advantage, unleashing a torrent of sword strikes like a storm.

The Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is no longer weak and powerless as before, but is full of unparalleled explosive power.

Each sword strike carried an overwhelming force, leaving deep marks on the construct's body.

The construct emitted mournful cries as cracks began to appear on its hard metal shell. The cracks grew larger and larger until it finally collapsed completely.

Fragments scattered and flew everywhere, like blooming black fireworks, falling into the air with a piercing metallic clang, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

I slowly sheathed my sword, my chest heaving violently as I gasped for breath, feeling the surging power within my body gradually subside.

I looked up at the ruins of the structure before me, and an unprecedented sense of accomplishment welled up inside me.

I, Xiao Yao, actually did it!

A deafening cheer erupted from all around, and Shuangyue was the first to rush over and hug me tightly.

"Xiao Yao, you're amazing! You're really amazing!" Her voice was trembling with emotion, and I could feel her heartfelt joy.

"You actually won!" Senior Brother Xuanfeng also came over, his face filled with shock and admiration.

"Xiao Yao, you are truly a miracle!"

Elder Yan also came over, a rare smile appearing on his face.

"Xiao Yao, you have not disappointed me." His voice was still serious, but with a hint of appreciation.

"You do indeed have the potential to become a strong person."

Ziyun stood there, stunned, her face pale. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh.

Her gaze was fixed on me, as if she wanted to devour me alive.

I ignored her; at that moment, I just wanted to immerse myself in the joy of victory.

I turned my head and looked into the distance, my heart filled with anticipation for the future.

My path to immortality has only just begun.

"Junior sister, you..." Lingxin's voice, tinged with hesitation, broke the commotion.

She handed me a water bottle and asked me with concern, but when she saw what was behind me, she stopped talking instantly, her eyes filled with fear.