Chapter 382: Do You Realize What You Did Wrong?
The trial began.
And very quickly, Luo Wusheng realized just how different things were now.
After their recent dual cultivation, both his and Ling Shuangxue's strength had leapt to an entirely new level. Compared to their first attempt, it was like night and day.
Which made sense.
Back during their initial encounter with the trial's earth golems, his spiritual energy hadn't even been half-replenished. Surrounded by overwhelming numbers for the first time, it was only natural that he didn't do so well.
As for Ling Shuangxue… her situation had been even more precarious.
The dignified Sword Sect Peak Master had just suffered a crushing blow to her pride—her body and dignity fully exposed to her Dao Companion. Emotionally shaken and mentally preoccupied, she hadn't been able to tap into her full strength.
But now?
All of those hindrances were gone.
And in their place…
Came a full stack of buffs.
Within the trial grounds, the air echoed with wave after wave of sword cries.
With every breath, hundreds of sword beams tore across the battlefield.
Yet amidst this blinding storm of blades, two figures flickered in and out of sight—never apart for long, always reappearing at each other's side in perfect synchronicity.
Back to back, they stood.
Right hands gripping swords.
And now and then, their left hands would brush together—just lightly—to feel the warmth in each other's palm.
A golden light surrounded them like a divine barrier, shielding their bodies from strikes too fast or too heavy to dodge.
Each impact dimmed the glow slightly, but it held strong.
'The Buddhist Golden Body really lives up to its name as one of the Three Great Buddhist Techniques. This defense is insane.'
Back when Luo Wusheng had only scratched the surface of the technique, he hadn't noticed much.
But now—at the Nascent Soul Realm—the difference was staggering.
He recalled a scene from the original story: when Lu Yuliu first encountered a Buddhist cultivator at the Ancient Heavenly Gate.
A big bald monk.
He had achieved full mastery of the Buddhist Golden Body.
Spells from cultivators in the same realm didn't even scratch him.
—Unfortunately, Lu Yuliu was holding the Sword Ancestor's wooden sword, which dealt true damage.
The memory flashed by, but Luo Wusheng's hands didn't stop.
With a swing of his sword, lightning surged forward, wrapping around several golems and disrupting their coordinated strikes.
No words were needed.
Ling Shuangxue's Cold Light Sword followed up instantly. With a single sweeping arc, she cleaved through a golem, reducing it to rubble. Its massive black stone sword hit the ground with a heavy clang.
Even amid the high-speed coordination, a faint blush colored her cheeks.
To keep nurturing the sword embryo, she had to remain in a state of continuous activation.
Admittedly, that came with some powerful perks.
It strengthened her bond with her Dao Companion, deepened their mutual understanding, and allowed their combat synchronization to reach its peak.
With the embryo nearing completion, several side-effects had already started to manifest—Mind-to-mind communication. Short-range teleportation. Shared insights into the Sword Dao.
Their combined strength had taken on a whole new dimension.
But it was also… a bit much.
Ling Shuangxue could feel a growing warmth building in her lower abdomen. Something was forming inside her—an unfamiliar, faintly pulsating energy.
The sensation was eerie. Almost alien.
'Is this… what being pregnant feels like?'
The thought appeared for just a moment—then she shoved it away, face flushing slightly.
No! Focus!
Her grip tightened around her Cold Light Sword as she forced her mind back into the flow of battle.
Even if she could sense how much stronger they'd become, 108 mid-stage Nascent Soul golems were still no joke.
Their current edge mainly came from the golden light shielding them—without it, this trial would've looked very different.
On the other side of the field, Luo Wusheng's mouth opened once more to chant a strange syllable.
It wasn't the familiar "Zhen" from the Talisman of Suppression. Nor was it a mantra from the Word Sword Technique.
No—this was something new. Something he'd improvised during their recent dual cultivation session.
A hybrid spell that fused talismanic structure with sword-based mechanics.
He called it: The Art of Reasoning With People.
As the syllable left his lips, a golden surge of distorted talismanic light burst from his Goudan Sword.
At first glance, the runes looked awkward—ugly, even. But if one looked closer, they were all warped versions of the character "理" (reason or principle).
Each glowing rune pulsed with suppressive energy—but also seethed with a biting sword aura.
The moment one struck a golem—which had previously shrugged off lightning without a flinch—its entire body jolted and slowed, movements thrown into disarray.
The hybrid effect had worked: suppression and slicing, all in one.
Ling Shuangxue followed up immediately with a series of clean, elegant sword arcs. In just a few strokes, the immobilized golem collapsed into rubble.
The two had already fallen into a steady rhythm.
Luo Wusheng played support—absorbing damage, applying crowd control, and manipulating the flow of combat.
Ling Shuangxue handled the raw power—delivering pinpoint, high-burst strikes.
'This is going smoother than expected…'
'These golems aren't real mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Their flaws are too obvious. The real threat is just the sheer density of sword aura…'
As the number of enemies shrank, so did the pressure.
Luo Wusheng began to feel his own contribution fading into the background—especially when he saw Ling Shuangxue effortlessly slice through a fresh wave of sword aura and crush a full-health golem with a single charged strike.
The Holy Saint of the Demon Sect couldn't help but let out a quiet, delighted chuckle.
Ling Shuangxue, whose sword embryo was still activated, was particularly sensitive to his emotions in this state. She blinked beside him instantly, remaining alert to her surroundings as she opened a mind-link:
[What's so funny?]
[Nothing, I was just thinking—we're absolutely crushing it right now.]
She gave him a slightly confused look… but she was clearly more relaxed now.
While cleaving another golem in two, she continued through the link:
[The sword embryo seems almost fully formed. Most of the abilities you mentioned are already manifesting.]
[No need to rush. Once we've brought the number down to around thirty, let's give it a try.]
Try what?
Ling Shuangxue blinked at the cryptic message—but didn't press further.
Before she could ask, another wave of sword aura slammed into their golden shield.
After so many direct hits at Nascent Soul level power, the Buddhist Golden Body finally began to show signs of strain—thin fractures spiderwebbing across its surface.
Luo Wusheng didn't panic.
Thirty golems.
That was the threshold he had in mind.
Even if things got a little messy, it would be impossible for them to wipe at that point.
Once the two had mapped out the golems' patterns and reduced their numbers, the battle became far more manageable.
Still, taking down all 108 mid-stage Nascent Soul realm golems was no small feat.
Flawed or not, they packed serious firepower.
Especially after Luo Wusheng voluntarily deactivated the Buddhist Golden Body, wanting to avoid a full collapse of the technique.
The moment he did, the golems' sword aura surged in aggression, forcing both him and Ling Shuangxue to fight more defensively.
Thankfully, the enemy count was already under seventy by then.
The pressure dropped significantly—just enough for the two of them to hold the line.
And as they cut deeper into the enemy ranks, their victory became inevitable.
—Though not without a few close calls.
Now, amid a battlefield littered with shattered rubble and broken black swords, only two slightly disheveled figures remained.
The trial… was over.
All 108 sword golems had been destroyed.
As for the victors…
Luo Wusheng trailed meekly behind his wife, head bowed low.
In front of him, Ling Shuangxue didn't spare him a single glance.
But if one looked closely, there were still traces of heat on her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell with uneven breath.
Only her voice sounded cold—cold and dangerously composed:
"Do you realize what you did wrong?"
"…Mm. Next time I'll make sure to activate that ability after confirming nothing unexpected is going to happen—"
"You're still thinking of doing it again?!"
Fuming, she stomped down hard on the Holy Saint's foot.
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