CHAPTER 417: CHAPTER 209: TAKING DONGFANG XINGLAN TO SEE ’THE DISTANCE

In the forest filled with ancient trees.

After recovering from the ankle injury, Dongfang Xingsong hurried towards the frontier pass of the Eastern Dynasty’s southwest border at the fastest speed.

She was not worried about Dongfang Xinglan changing her mind, as she knew that although Dongfang Xinglan had a dominating personality, she would follow through on her promises.

And the reason she wanted to return quickly was simple: to report the imitation of the ’National Guardian’ by barbarians outside the border.

That was the National Guardian Sword handed down by His Majesty the Great Ancestor!

Although it is a short sword, its power is boundless, and more importantly, it serves as a medium for the royal family to receive the oracle of the Martial God!

How can such an important item be imitated and defiled?

Back then, the Jiuli Dynasty and the Shenmiao Dynasty deliberately imitated the ’National Guardian Sword’, which enraged Father Emperor, leading to a two-front war and directly summoning the National Guardian Sword to invite the presence of three Martial Gods to the battlefield, regardless of the cost to the nation’s fortunes, to win those wars.

After the wars, the Jiuli Dynasty and the Shenmiao Dynasty were forced to sign a treaty, with the first clause prohibiting the imitation of the ’National Guardian Sword’.

Since then, there have been no more imitations of the ’National Guardian Sword’ in the world.

But the barbarians outside the border not only imitated it, they made a long sword... do they think they are greater than the Eastern Dynasty?

Those mere barbarians outside the border dare to commit such rebellious acts, they are courting death!

Especially since Dongfang Xinglan even directly ignored it!

"My dear sister, do you think that just because Father Emperor gave you the Jinyi Guard and never severely punished you, it means you can do as you please?"

Dongfang Xingsong couldn’t help but smile, she didn’t believe that Father Emperor would continue to indulge Dongfang Xinglan in this matter!

As a princess of the royal family, leading the charge to allow barbarians to trample the dynasty’s bottom line, if Father Emperor didn’t handle it, how would the subjects view it?!

Although Father Emperor had left for the Buddhist Sect, it was just a chance to discuss this matter with the Crown Prince!

The Crown Prince, though never expressing it, was definitely dissatisfied with Dongfang Xinglan’s control of the Jinyi Guard in his heart, so she could take this opportunity to create momentum with the Crown Prince domestically!

That way, even if Father Emperor wanted to "raise the board high and drop it gently," it wouldn’t be possible!

"A princess who isn’t even a prince, on what grounds does she have to step over us..."

"A single Observatory director is enough for us to endure, so why does someone ranked over five hundred in the family still get to step over us!"

The more Dongfang Xingsong thought about it, the more excited she became, and the more joy filled her voice.

"Once you fall into the hands of the Observatory, let’s see how I torment you."

"Let’s see if you can survive this time..."

Before finishing her words, a freezing chill enveloped her, and she instinctively rolled to the left.

Swoosh—

A sharp bursting sound suddenly erupted from behind, tearing through the surrounding branches, bringing Dongfang Xingsong’s voice to an abrupt stop.

Bam—thud!

Despite her powerful physique feeling the crisis immediately and rolling to the side, the abrupt appearance of the flying sword was simply too fast.

Not only fast, but the sweeping sharp Sword Qi brought a massive impact, directly throwing Dongfang Xingsong forward, pinning her heavily against the trunk of an ancient tree.

With a loud crash, the flying sword that pierced through her shoulder blade went through the collarbone, out through the tree trunk, and the now unsupported Dongfang Xingsong slid uncontrollably from the trunk.

Kneeling on the ground, she didn’t know where the strength came from, but using her left hand, she pushed against the tree trunk to turn around.

Her eyes trembled fiercely as she looked down, seeing her right collarbone stained red with the blood gushing from her opened mouth.

Although the flying sword only pierced her shoulder blade, the sharp Sword Qi was invading her internal organs, forcing her to let out a scream.

Amidst the scream, a confusion flashed through her mind; despite her physique ranking among the top hundred of her siblings, why was the immense vitality unable to extinguish the Sword Qi, unable to quickly heal the wound?

Feeling the life force rapidly draining, Dongfang Xingsong’s body trembled, and she endured the piercing pain to take out pill after pill from her Qiankun Bag and swallow them down.

But... it was useless!

The healing pills refined by the Yudan Hall couldn’t heal the wound!

Why?

Why is this happening?

Why does that sword have such power!?

"Who... who is it...?!"

Dongfang Xingsong’s hoarse voice choked with blood stopped abruptly, as a long sword stained with her blood appeared in her view.

It was her own blood.

Dongfang Xingsong’s body shook, unable to hide the fear in her eyes, she instinctively kicked her legs to retreat, but the tree trunk against her back reminded her there was no way out.

The fear encompassing her whole body caused her Qi and blood to surge violently, resulting in another mouthful of blood.

And at this moment, the bloodstained flying sword whistled towards her.

"No, no..."

Dongfang Xingsong called out in terror; with a strong desire to survive, she leapt to the side, but her severely injured body couldn’t possibly outrun the speed of the flying sword.

The sharp Sword Qi sliced her skin, and feeling the pain of the sword tip embedding in her heart, she closed her eyes in despair.

However... the sensation of the sword piercing blood and bone did not persist, instead, a crisp "crack" resounded.

Dongfang Xingsong suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head, seeing the flying sword stained with her blood shattered into glistening, blood-stained fragments.

And beside the shattered sword, a golden Zen Stick floated horizontally, held in someone’s hand.