I was terrified! Raising a colossal star beast in the Beast Taming World

Chapter 151 Meng Yanqing's First Return to Sheath

Without a doubt! This is the "sheath opening" of the sheath!

Lin Feiyan was absolutely certain that she was not mistaken.

This guy's learned to sheath his sword too?!

Although the other party seemed a bit clumsy, awkward, and dazed, Lin Feiyan had no intention of interrupting Meng Yanqing's return to her sheath.

In that instant, Lin Feiyan's curiosity briefly outweighed her competitive spirit.

If she wasn't mistaken, Meng Yanqing seemed to be trying to replicate her quick return to the sheath.

That's right... At this moment, Meng Yanqing was indeed trying her best to replicate Lin Feiyan's rapid return to its sheath.

To be more precise, it was in the very early days that Guanghan Zhan taught her the simplified version of Return to Sheath.

Choosing the Iron Blood Arena map was a case of plans not always going as expected.

She finally mastered the Moon Goddess Style: Perfect Return to Sheath technique that Xue Youyou taught her, but after all that effort, she couldn't use it anymore.

Therefore, before the war even started, she thought she might as well just use the simplified version of the Return to Sheath technique that Guanghan Zhan had taught her.

Although she had no experience in successfully using it, she had already learned how to perfectly return to her sheath, so logically and reasonably, there was no reason why she couldn't use the simpler version of returning to her sheath.

It's like someone who has won a gold medal in the International Mathematical Olympiad but can't understand even a single challenging question on the college entrance exam.

With this belief in mind, Meng Yanqing decided to improvise on the spot.

Under the astonished gaze of the audience in Lanzhou, Meng Yanqing's first return to her sheath continued.

The colossal nine-meter-tall body of the Thousand-Leaf Immortal-Slaying Lotus silently disintegrated in mid-air. It didn't shatter, but rather seemed to be reconstructed by some higher law.

A thousand slender lotus leaves were the first to fall, tumbling and elongating in the air, transforming into streaks of azure-gold light. The twelve sword-like lotus petals closed one after another and then melted away, the golden light that burst forth from them no longer dazzling, but rather gentle like the morning light, all gathering in the heart of the flower. The hundreds of silver needle-like stamens scattered like rain, yet each one precisely found a streak of light, intertwining, weaving, and reforging with it.

Finally, the black iron stem covered with dark red blood patterns emitted a deep and long tremor, like the last horn on an ancient battlefield. It broke into several pieces from the center, each piece melting into a semi-liquid reddish-blue metallic fluid, carrying flowing blood light, like birds returning to their nests, surging towards the increasingly bright blue vortex on Meng Yanqing's chest.

Unlike the blazing sun and boundless light of Lin Feiyan's return to its sheath, the return of the Thousand-Leaf Immortal-Slaying Lotus presented a sharp beauty that was both solemn and restrained. There was no dazzling light, no scorching heat, only an increasingly sharp and concentrated aura, as if all the sharpness in the world was being compressed, forged, and sank into one place.

At Meng Yanqing's chest, the "sheath opening"—that azure vortex—was spinning rapidly. It was clear that her body was enduring the violent impact of returning to the sheath.

An uncontrollable look of pain appeared between her brows; her teeth were clenched, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Compared to Lin Feiyan's effortless and graceful return to the sheath, Meng Yanqing's current posture was indeed as Lin Feiyan had seen—clumsy and unfamiliar, like a novice holding a sword for the first time.

But her eyes were different.

There was no hesitation, no retreat, not even concern for the pain in those eyes. There was only an almost obsessive determination—the kind of resolve to draw the sword even if it would cut oneself first.

"This guy..."

Lin Feiyan narrowed her eyes, gripped the Crimson Flame Spear tightly, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, karmic flames leaping on the blade. She did not interrupt, but simply watched.

three seconds.

For a perfect return to the sheath, this is an extremely short and fast time, but for a quick return to the sheath, it is a rather unacceptable speed, leaving enough window of opportunity for the enemy to launch several fatal attacks.

Meng Yanqing's return to its sheath was a full two seconds slower than Lin Feiyan's.

But Meng Yanqing persevered.

The moment the last streak of crimson light pierced his chest—

null--!!!

A sharp aura, completely different from that of the Crimson Flame Spear, suddenly erupted.

Meng Yanqing's figure also changed. Her long hair was instantly covered with a layer of frost, and the unique sword-shaped light patterns of the Thousand-Leaf Immortal-Slaying Lotus appeared at the ends of her hair, trailing out fine cyan glows at the end of her ponytail. The color of her pupils changed from the original cyan to dark cyan, and deep in her pupils, it seemed as if a twelve-petaled lotus flower was slowly blooming.

Fine, bluish-gold veins, resembling lotus leaf veins, appeared on the skin of her arms, winding from her fingertips to her shoulders. Each vein emitted a faint, cold glint of sword intent, like hundreds of tiny blades lurking beneath her skin.

But what's most striking is her right hand.

Unlike the Crimson Flame Spear, the Thousand-Leaf Immortal-Slaying Lotus did not reappear in its complete weapon form in my hand.

Its way of "returning to its sheath" is by disassembling.

Swish—swish swish swish—

Seven streams of light shot out from between Meng Yanqing's five fingers, transforming into seven cyan immortal swords of different shapes and sizes, which hovered within three feet of her.

They are not stationary or hovering, but rather they are rotating around the body, their trajectories overlapping but not touching, forming a precise sword formation.

The largest one is over a meter long and is formed from the petals of the Thousand-Petal Immortal-Slaying Lotus. The blade is broad and sharp, and the guard is shaped like a reverse-rotating lotus seat. It is called "Immortal-Slaying Giant Sword".

Two medium-length, three-foot-long green swords, formed from hundreds of silver needle threads, one on the left and one on the right, are covered with tiny holes. When wielded, they emit a haunting, mournful sound, and are called "Twin Immortal Swords".

The four short swords, no bigger than a palm, were forged from the essence of a thousand lotus leaves. They were as thin as cicada wings, with serrated edges, and were the fastest and most swiftly circling the body. They were called "Four Symbols Shattering the Sky".

The seven swords circled around his body, forming an impenetrable moving sword curtain.

This is the unique "sheathing" form of the Thousand Leaf Immortal Lotus—it is not a spear, a sword, or a weapon.

Instead, it is a miniature, fluid, and living protective sword formation.

Use your body as a sheath.

Control by intention.

It uses seven swords as blades.

In stark contrast to Lin Feiyan's unsheathed form, which possessed a raw, unpretentious, and brutally violent aesthetic, Meng Yanqing's sheathed form exhibited a precise, sharp, and agile killing intent that seamlessly integrated offense and defense. If Lin Feiyan's sheathed form was a blazing sun that incinerated everything, then Meng Yanqing's sheathed form was a cold, austere moon, its thousand sharp edges concealed in the shadows.

It retains the core characteristics of the Thousand-Leaf Immortal-Slaying Lotus: multi-line operation and absolute sharpness!