Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 6

“Wan’er, don’t leave yet. Stay for a while!”

“Your Majesty, you’ve finally allowed this humble servant to attend to you again! This is truly wonderful!”

Hearing Ye Wushuang ask her to stay, Murong Wan’er was overjoyed.

As the personal maid of the Divine Dragon Empress, it was not uncommon for her to be summoned to attend the Empress during her rest. Though nothing ever happened during these occasions, for Murong Wan’er, it was an unparalleled honor.

However, for the past month, the Divine Dragon Empress had not called for her. Even when Murong Wan’er volunteered, the Empress would hastily refuse, as if the idea of her accompanying her was something terrifying.

This reaction deeply troubled Murong Wan’er. She had spent days wondering if she had done something wrong to lose the Empress’s favor.

Now that the Divine Dragon Empress had finally asked her to stay, Murong Wan’er was ecstatic.

But Ye Wushuang had no intention of keeping her for that purpose.

Murong Wan’er’s response made his scalp tingle, but he steeled himself and said:

“That is not what We meant. We merely wish for you to stay and spar with Us, to test Our recent progress in cultivation!”

“Ah! How could this humble servant possibly be a match for Your Majesty?”

“We will both suppress our cultivation to the Zunzhe realm. We will not use any advanced techniques—only basic spells. You may attack with your full strength.”

“Ah! Must we truly spar like this?”

Murong Wan’er had never expected the Divine Dragon Empress to make such a request.

After all, Murong Wan’er was no weakling—she was a young but formidable Celestial Immortal. Not only was her cultivation profound, but she had also mastered many powerful secret arts and divine abilities.

Among them was an ancient sword technique bestowed upon her by the Divine Dragon Empress herself—the Three Lives Sword Art.

One sword severs the future.
One sword severs the present.
One sword severs the past.

When all three swords strike together, even gods and demons must retreat!

Though Murong Wan’er had yet to reach the pinnacle of this technique, its power far surpassed ordinary spells.

At the same realm, the Divine Dragon Empress intended to face her supreme ancient sword art with only basic techniques? Murong Wan’er could hardly believe she would lose.

Thus, she agreed without hesitation.

She had always longed for a chance to cross blades with the Empress. And if, under these restrictions, she could actually defeat her… that was something Murong Wan’er had never dared to imagine.

After all, since her rise to power, the Divine Dragon Empress had remained undefeated.

Soon, both suppressed their cultivation to the Zunzhe realm.

Locking eyes, Murong Wan’er struck first.

With a graceful flick of her sword, she seized control of the surrounding space.

Then, countless sword lights materialized in the air, all shooting toward Ye Wushuang.

Murong Wan’er had opened with one of her strongest techniques—Three Lives Sword Art.

Though she could not unleash its full might at this level, the sheer number of sword beams was terrifying to behold.

The barrage of blades, carrying immense power, surged toward Ye Wushuang. Some even seemed to traverse the river of time, striking from different eras.

The sight alone was enough to make one’s scalp go numb.

An ordinary person would have already foreseen their doom.

But Ye Wushuang reacted differently.

With a focused gaze, he suddenly roared:

“Ha!”

Instantly, shockwaves erupted from his voice—the Lion’s Roar Technique, a legacy of the ancient River Lion beast.

Normally, this was not a particularly formidable skill.

But this roar carried traces of fist techniques, swordplay, spear arts, and leg strikes—all fused into one.

That changed everything.

With a single shout, ten thousand techniques followed. The overwhelming sword energy was shattered mid-air.

Even the indestructible Adamantine Rock of the training grounds was uprooted by the force.

Though Ye Wushuang used no advanced spells, his techniques had reached a state of seamless unity.

Every roar, every punch, carried the essence of “One Move, Ten Thousand Techniques.”

Thus, with just one shout, he dispersed Murong Wan’er’s storm of blades.

Even the sword beams that crossed time were severed within the temporal river.

This method of countering was something Murong Wan’er had never anticipated.

But she did not relent.

Her Three Lives Sword Art grew sharper, the sword light more relentless.

Blades materialized in the void, slashing toward Ye Wushuang from all directions.

Wherever the sword light passed, it carved through mountains and split the earth, as if claiming dominion over all it touched.

Amidst this onslaught, Ye Wushuang seemed like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Yet, he showed no such resignation.

Within the storm of blades, he continued throwing punches—simple, straightforward, one after another.

To an ordinary observer, his movements might resemble those of a three-year-old child.

But to Murong Wan’er, they were utterly terrifying.

Every fist carried the weight of the supreme Dao.

A single punch could dismantle all her attacks.

It was as if “One Fist Embodies Ten Thousand Techniques, and Ten Thousand Techniques Return to One Fist.”

Of course, Ye Wushuang had not yet perfected this. What he grasped was merely a rudimentary form.

To truly merge ten thousand techniques into one, one must first comprehend and fuse them all.

Ye Wushuang had not yet accumulated such depth.

But it was still awe-inspiring.

With just a glance, Murong Wan’er recognized traces of countless mighty beings’ arts within his strikes—

The Golden Ant of Antiquity, the Golden-Winged Great Peng, the Great Strength Bull Demon King…

The techniques of these legendary creatures had all been woven into his fist.

Thus, every punch carried boundless profundity.

As she dueled him, Murong Wan’er faintly realized—the Divine Dragon Empress was forging an unprecedented Dao art.

This method was unheard of, unique in all existence.

Even in its embryonic stage, merely witnessing it gave her flashes of insight.

And so, she pressed her assault even fiercer.

Yet, her still-unperfected Three Lives Sword Art could not overcome Ye Wushuang.

“With this sword technique alone, you cannot defeat Us.”

“You must have other methods. Show Us what else you can do.”

“As you command!”

Though the Three Lives Sword Art was formidable, it was not Murong Wan’er’s strongest skill.

Her clan possessed an ancestral art—Star Shifting.

This was her true expertise.

Condensing starlight, refining it into celestial bodies to fight alongside her.

The mightier the star, the greater its power.

And with enough stars, one could even form the Cosmic Star Formation—a grand array capable of contending with Heaven and Earth itself.

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