From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 243 The Magic Weapon's Triumph: Xiao Yao's Decisive Victory

The scarlet pupils gleamed in the darkness, like two burning coals, sending chills down my spine.

“Guardian…” I repeated the title in a low voice, a strange pressure making it hard for me to breathe.

The air around seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it was suffocating.

A scorching heat hit me, and I could even feel a stinging sensation on my skin, as if I were being roasted by fire.

Just who is this guardian?

Before I could think it through, a powerful pressure suddenly descended, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on me, making me almost unable to stand.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself not to collapse.

This oppressive aura is more powerful than any enemy I have ever encountered before!

"Anyone who trespasses on this forbidden area shall die!" The guardian's cold voice echoed in the stone chamber, carrying an undeniable killing intent.

Before I could finish speaking, a fierce attack came at me.

I was terrified and quickly summoned the defensive magic weapon my master had given me. At the same time, I channeled my spiritual power to its limit and barely managed to block the attack.

With a loud "Boom!", my defensive magic weapon trembled violently and almost shattered.

The powerful impact forced me backward, and a metallic taste rose in my throat. A mouthful of blood gushed out.

The guardian's strength far exceeded my expectations!

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, suppressing the surging blood within me, a sense of despair rising in my heart.

My proud swordsmanship proved utterly ineffective against the guardians.

My attack was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree; it couldn't cause him the slightest harm.

Each of his attacks carried earth-shattering power, leaving me struggling to keep up.

The old moves are simply no match for them!

I was defeated time and time again, and my injuries became more and more severe.

A cloud of despair hung over me, and the feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger.

Am I going to die here?

Just when I was about to give up, I remembered the brocade pouch that my master had given me before he left.

Master said, "Don't open it unless absolutely necessary."

Is this the last resort?

With trembling hands, I opened the brocade pouch. Inside was only a thin slip of paper with four words written on it: "Break the cauldrons and sink the boats."

burn one's boats……

I silently recited those four words in my heart, and a sense of determination welled up within me.

Now that things have come to this, what am I still hesitating about?

I took a deep breath and crushed the note in my hand.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth from my body...

"You think you can beat me like this?" The guardian sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. "How naive!"

As the light faded, the longsword in my hand hummed, its blade enveloped in a faint golden glow.

Burning my boats was the last trump card my master left me—to unleash the hidden spiritual power within me and elevate my strength to its peak.

However, before I could even feel the joy brought by this power, the ground began to shake, and cracks appeared in the walls of the stone chamber, from which countless dark shadows poured out and surrounded me.

These dark figures had ferocious faces and emitted terrifying roars.

"I didn't expect you to force me to use this move." The guardian's voice held a hint of surprise, but only a hint. "However, do you think this will change the outcome? It's nothing but a death throes!"

My heart sank. The aura emanating from these shadowy figures was in no way weaker than that of the previous guardians!

I swung my sword at the nearest dark figure, but it was as if I had struck hard steel, leaving only a shallow mark.

"Haha, useless!" Zi Yun's shrill laughter came from the side. "What do you think you are? Even if you have a magic weapon, you're nothing but trash!"

I gritted my teeth and suppressed the anger in my heart.

Ziyun's words were like a thorn, piercing my heart deeply.

I swung my sword again and again, my spiritual power pouring out like a flood, but I still couldn't break through the enemy's encirclement.

Sweat soaked my clothes, my breathing became more and more rapid, and my body felt heavier and heavier.

I feel my spiritual energy is being rapidly depleted, and my movements are becoming increasingly sluggish.

The surrounding darkness pressed in relentlessly, as if it were about to devour me.

"Give up, you can't win." The guardian's cold voice rang out again. "Just surrender obediently, and you'll suffer less."

My vision began to blur, and my ears were ringing. I felt myself getting closer and closer to failure.

Am I really going to die here?

No, I can't give up!

I still have things I need to do; I can't fall here!

I tried desperately to gather spiritual power, but found that I had very little spiritual power left in my body.

Despair washed over me like a tidal wave, and I almost gave up the fight.

Just then, I suddenly felt an unusual fluctuation emanating from the longsword in my hand...

"What...what is this?" The guardian's astonished voice rang out, tinged with disbelief.

Just as my consciousness was about to fade away, the longsword in my hand suddenly vibrated violently, and a warm current flowed into my body through the hilt. My parched spiritual veins seemed to be nourished by sweet spring water, and they were revitalized.

I suddenly remembered that this sword was no ordinary object, but a magical artifact with special powers that my master had specifically instructed me to possess before he left!

That warm current gradually transformed into a powerful energy that surged through my body. I felt as if I had been ignited, and my whole body was filled with strength.

The longsword's hum grew clearer and clearer, and its blade shone with a brilliant golden light, like a small sun, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

I gripped the sword hilt tightly, a powerful surge of strength coursing through my body, sweeping away my previous weariness and despair, replacing it with boundless fighting spirit.

"How is this possible?!" The guardian's exclamation reached their ears, tinged with panic. Under the golden light, the hideous black shadows began to howl in pain, and their originally fierce eyes now held a hint of fear.

Without further hesitation, I poured the surging spiritual power within my body into the longsword. In an instant, the sword shone with golden light, forming a dazzling pillar of light that spread outwards.

Wherever the light passed, the dark shadows melted away like ice and snow, emitting a series of shrill screams. The guardian's body also began to crack under the impact of the golden light, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"No! This is impossible! I will not lose to you!" the guardian roared unwillingly, trying to break free from the golden light's restraints. However, all his efforts were in vain. Faced with the powerful force of the magic weapon, all his resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

I raised my longsword and slashed fiercely at the guardians and the remaining shadows. A golden sword aura ripped through the sky like lightning, instantly engulfing them completely.

With a deafening roar, all the shadowy figures and guardians turned to ashes and vanished into the air.

I slowly lowered the longsword in my hand and looked around. The surroundings were a mess, with broken stones scattered all over the ground and a faint smell of burning in the air.

However, this did not diminish my joy; I won!

I have finally defeated this powerful guardian!

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment welled up inside me, as if all my efforts and dedication had been rewarded at this moment.

"Junior Sister Yao, you're amazing!" Senior Brother Xuanfeng was the first to rush over, his face full of excitement and joy. He hugged me tightly and patted my back hard, as if he was even happier than if he had won himself.

"Yao'er, you're amazing!" Shuangyue ran over with a smile.

Junior Sister Lingxin rushed over and asked me with concern if I was injured. She was very gentle.

My fellow disciples gathered around, their faces filled with disbelief. They probably never imagined that I, whom they had always considered a good-for-nothing, could defeat such a powerful guardian.

Ziyun looked at me with an incredulous jealousy on her face, but dared not say anything more.

Elder Yan stood at a distance, watching me. A relieved smile finally appeared on his serious face, and he nodded slightly.

I stood on the stage of victory, surrounded by cheers and applause. Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the broken stones, bathing me in its glow. I felt as if I were basking in its light, my whole body brimming with power.

I took a deep breath, feeling the joy in the air, and my heart was filled with an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

“Xiao Yao, you…” Wen Chen’s voice suddenly rang in my ears.