When the pill entered Qingxuan Daoist’s mouth.
The two of them shuddered.
One was Sect Leader Wu Duantian, the other was Chen Huaian who was stunned in front of his phone.
Just now, the game had prompted whether to willingly hand over the regular pill to Qingxuan Daoist, and he chose yes.
So, this is what it means to ‘hand’ it ‘over’?
That hardcore?
Would this NPC really not get furious?
Wouldn’t it suddenly trigger a Bad End!
Wu Duantian, on the other hand, was shocked by Chen Huaian’s rudeness; as a great cultivator, he actually did the act of forcefully shoving the pill into someone else’s mouth…
It was truly uncouth!
Absolutely explosive!
Surprising!!
Li Qingran was already dumbfounded.
A strand of hair stood up on her forehead, motionless.
Qingxuan Daoist’s throat moved, the Great Replenishment Pill went down.
He was just about to be consumed with anger when the efficacy of the Great Replenishment Pill spread out. There wasn’t even a trace of pill toxicity within, evidently just as the mysterious cultivator had said—there was no deception involved, Xiao Yifeng’s current predicament was self-inflicted.
Qingxuan Daoist felt a complex mix of emotions.
His mind, clouded by rage, also calmed somewhat.
How could he say that there was indeed pill toxicity in the pill to twist right and wrong?
Everyone clearly saw that his face had been lost completely.
At present, the level of the cultivator was unclear and still hidden.
If he were to suddenly lash out and couldn’t fight back, then he wouldn’t be able to stay in the Bluecloud Sect afterward.
Well, let’s endure it one more time.
Qingxuan Daoist took a deep breath, his stiff face twitched twice, and he managed to squeeze out a few words: “Hmph, this Great Replenishment Pill indeed does not contain any pill toxicity… It’s my failure as a teacher that has made you laugh at me. However, Xiao Yifeng has an extraordinary talent for alchemy. If given time and he can achieve something, I will seek your guidance then.”
Qingxuan Daoist’s words were very tactful.
Meaning that things would change after thirty years, the apprentice version.
Chen Huaian understood, and he sneered at Qingxuan Daoist’s veiled threats: “By the time your apprentice achieves anything, I will have already cultivated Qingran Baby into a Sword Immortal.”
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“Master, there’s no need to wait that long, today I will challenge you properly.”
Everyone heard a series of footsteps, and they all turned their heads.
Lu Changtian ascended the square steps and stood firm before Li Qingran.
He slowly drew his flying sword from its sheath, his aura gradually rising, his sharp gaze locking onto Li Qingran.
The eldest disciple of Chixiao Peak, completed Foundation Establishment.
Among cultivators under thirty, such a realm was already considered a prodigy.
The two silently stared at each other, swords drawn, tensions high!
Lu Changtian’s long robe billowed as if filled with strong winds. His pupils were deep, containing anger and hatred. When his aura reached its peak, it gradually subsided and compressed inward until it stopped at the seventh layer of Qi Refinement.
“Sister, I am still willing to call you Sister. But I refer to the former you, not the despicable you now.
If it weren’t for you, Zhang Hanxiao, Yun Zimo, and Xiao Yifeng wouldn’t be hurt like this.
Chixiao Peak and Master wouldn’t have been disgraced because of this!”
“But I don’t want to call you Brother.” Li Qingran drew Su Xian, the sword tip slightly pointing at Lu Changtian.
The blade reflected a pair of eyes covered in frost: “The day I fell off the arena, Lu Changtian was already dead.”
“You deserve what you got for harming Junior Sister.”
“If I wanted to harm Mu Baishuang, you wouldn’t even have time to react. Back then, I was at the Foundation Establishment stage, while she was at the Qi Refinement stage. Why do you think you could stop me if I wanted to hurt her? None of the Elders or the Sect Leader are here. With just you and an outer sect Elder at the Golden Core Stage?”
“Do not try to justify yourself. Let me see if your sword is as sharp as your tongue!”
Lu Changtian lunged forward, the sword qi like snow, cold and stern.
It was exactly the sword technique that Mu Baishuang often used – Gathering Frost Snow, which also originated from the Small Unparalleled Sword Technique.
This was also the technique Mu Baishuang used on the arena that day.
At that time, Mu Baishuang was at the seventh layer of Qi Refinement, so he suppressed his cultivation to the same level.
He was proficient in all the techniques of the Small Unparalleled Sword, and whatever Mu Baishuang used that day, he would use it too.
Let’s see if it’s true, as Li Qingran said,
As long as she wants, they can’t stop her!
Li Qingran also noticed Lu Changtian’s thoughts. She dodged a sweep of sword qi, her figure flickering as she thrust the Su Xian sword towards an empty space.
Lu Changtian, transformed into frost and snow, appeared in that patch of air. His brows furrowed, his gaze stern, he performed a hawk-like somersault to dodge the Su Xian sword, secretly marveling at how fast Li Qingran’s reaction had become. Then he felt a chill on the top of his scalp and immediately raised his sword to block. A powerful force struck the sword but disappeared instantly. By the time he spun around and delivered a treacherous kick, Li Qingran had gracefully retreated three steps.
In the moment before Lu Changtian retracted his leg, she thrust her sword again.
The sword light rained down, gaining momentum gradually.
She was using the same technique she used against Mu Baishuang on the arena that day — the sixth form of the Small Unparalleled Sword Technique – Drizzling Rain.
Suppressing her cultivation too much, Lu Changtian’s body couldn’t keep up with his brain’s reactions.
Nor did he expect Li Qingran’s sword to be so fast, even with full knowledge of the Small Unparalleled Sword Technique, he could only hastily respond.
Drizzling Rain can continuously thrust up to forty-nine times.
In memory, when Li Qingran practiced swordplay with him, this technique never exceeded thirty thrusts.
As long as he could hold out past thirty thrusts.
Sss—!
There was no time to think further.
A sharp streak of sword light suddenly came into view, fast beyond measure.
This sword light descended from above, followed by a blurred silhouette.
Torrential rain poured down, the sword momentum like a waterfall.
In the curtain of sword shadows, a barely perceptible trace of sword intent was brewing,
After gathering momentum for forty-nine thrusts, it suddenly struck, unstoppable.
Clang!
Lu Changtian’s sword flew out of his hand.
He knelt on the ground, his pupils trembling, dazedly staring at the familiar yet strange girl before him.
The cold blade of Su Xian was already resting against his neck.
“Why, can you perform the final thrust of Drizzling Rain?”
“Why?”
Li Qingran’s voice sounded like a sigh, or perhaps self-mockery.
“Lu Changtian, I actually learned it long ago, but your patience never allowed me to reach the last thrust.”
