The young master is peerless, his sword intent as brilliant as a rainbow.
Everyone was shocked by the full moon, all rendered speechless.
Wu Duantian stumbled to his feet, unable to hide his discomposure.
Qingxuan Daoist’s Qingxuan Sword trembled slightly in his hand.
Deep within the mountain of Bluecloud Sect, inside a secluded paradise, an old woman with white hair who was meditating suddenly furrowed her brows.
Li Qingran gazed longingly at the moonlight.
In the full moon, someone danced with a sword, unrestrained and wild.
“From the Tian Mountain emerges the bright moon, amidst the vast sea of clouds…”
A distant sound came through the moonlight, echoing in the ears, not noisy but mesmerizing, gradually drawing one into its depths.
The sword dance in the moonlight was dreamlike, with cold light shooting out, piercing through the cloud sea.
Suddenly, the sword momentum changed, swift as thunder!
Again came the distant sound laughing: “Long winds for ten thousand miles, blowing past the Jade Gate Pass…”
“Condense—!”
High up in the sky, the sword intent was prominent.
The figure dancing with the sword stopped, and the flying sword in his hand lightly slashed downward.
Tss!
The cloud sea split apart, the heavens cleared, and the moonlight became even stronger.
An endless killing intent also descended.
Wu Duantian was terrified, his face pale, and he hastily shouted to his left:
“Trouble! Quickly stabilize the Protective Sect Formation, and let the disciples immediately evacuate from the square!”
When that mysterious cultivator appeared earlier, with just a hint of energy, it seemed he was only at the peak of the Transformation of the Soul stage, so Wu Duantian had not taken him too seriously.
He thought Qingxuan Daoist could at least hold on, and if necessary, he would have the elders assist.
Who would have thought that as soon as the other party’s sword technique started, just the sword intent alone made him feel cold from head to toe.
Could this person be an ancient recluse from the Sword Pavilion?
How could they wield such a terrifying sword technique?
As everyone knows, most cultivators use swords, but pure sword cultivators are very hard to achieve success.
However, once a sword cultivator achieves success, the destructive power of their techniques is unmatched in the Cangyun Realm.
There was no time to think further, as the sword had already fallen, pointing straight at Qingxuan Daoist.
The coldness of the moonlight merged with the sharpness of the sword intent.
From afar, there was still some form, but up close, everything in sight was just a sea of silver.
Qingxuan Daoist held his sword, it was unclear whether the light in his eyes was from the moon or the sword, surrounded from all sides, with no way to avoid it. He could only grit his teeth and use the strongest move of the Great Unparalleled Sword Technique—Embrace the Star River.
The Qingxuan Sword brought along a streak of starlight, dazzling the eyes.
This originally grand sword strike, in the moonlight, seemed naive and laughable.
A spark can start a prairie fire.
But before the bright moon, the starlight could only be swallowed and dissolved.
…
The full moon disappeared.
On the square of the Bluecloud Sect, countless sword holes were densely scattered, becoming more concentrated closer to the center.
Qingxuan Daoist was covered in blood, leaning heavily on his sword, his body trembling. The Qingxuan Sword, which had accompanied him for over a hundred years, was now riddled with wounds, much like his body covered in sword marks, as if moving even slightly would cause him to fall apart.
A beam of moonlight fell behind Qingxuan Daoist.
Chen Huaian walked out from the moonlight, not even glancing at the bloodied man kneeling in the center of the square.
He simply walked slowly to Lu Changtian.
“Will you come yourself, or shall I help?”
Lu Changtian looked up at Chen Huaian, his face growing paler. His throat moved as he said with difficulty: “I… I will do it myself…”
Spiritual Energy flowed backwards, followed by a dull sound. Lu Changtian clutched his dantian and rolled on the ground in pain.
Piercing screams echoed throughout the square.
Qingxuan Daoist’s body moved, trying to stand up, struggling twice, but ultimately knelt back down in the pool of blood.
“Every grievance has its origin.”
Chen Huaian walked to Mu Baishuang, staring at the beautiful young girl. There was only indifference in his golden vertical pupils.
At this moment, the girl looked at him like a frightened deer, her lips and body trembling.
That pitiable appearance was indeed tempting, as if it could be torn apart with just a flick of a finger.
But a drop of sweat fell from Chen Huaian’s forehead.
[Mu Baishuang – Female – 347 years old – Transformation of the Soul Mid-stage (Self-sealed) – Born with alluring charm]
Two bad pieces of news.
First, this is an excellent hidden ancient being.
Second, to make a big show, his energy reserves were depleted.
After looking at each other for a while, Chen Huaian slowly opened his mouth: “Hand over Li Qingran’s Water Spirit Root.”
“Senior, I…”
“Will you hand it over, or not?”
Looking at those gold vertical pupils filled with killing intent.
Mu Baishuang clenched her teeth, carefully considering.
If she didn’t hand it over, she would have to unseal her cultivation and fight this monstrous sword cultivator. Not only would her identity be exposed, but if the other party still had strength left, wouldn’t she be giving herself away?
She must live on to help the young master.
She couldn’t expose her identity.
A Water Spirit Root is useless to the young master, and she doesn’t value it either.
“I’ll give it.” Mu Baishuang acted as if she was wronged, pushing her chest towards Chen Huaian, turning her head to reveal her white neck. Her delicate face was full of sorrow, and tears were already falling: “Senior, please take it directly.”
Truly deserving of being born with alluring charm.
Chen Huaian was speechless.
[Please choose the Spirit Root to extract]
<Single Water Spirit Root (from Li Qingran)>
<Dual Earth-Wood Spirit Roots (from Yang Tian)>
What a surprise!
Chen Huaian couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Although he didn’t know how this enchantress managed to hide the previous set of Spirit Roots from Qingxuan Daoist,
now is the time, don’t miss the opportunity.
Extract both, hahaha!
Since she’s a hidden enchantress, would she dare say anything? Would she dare expose herself?
Chen Huaian chose both.
Light emanated from Mu Baishuang’s lower abdomen. He reached out his hand without any hindrance, penetrating her body, extracting both light orbs, then stuffed them into his bag, simultaneously giving Mu Baishuang a meaningful look.
Mu Baishuang was stunned.
The pain of losing Spirit Roots wasn’t significant; fear and horror were what made her scalp tingle.
She was born with alluring charm, originally having no Spirit Roots. Later, she deprived others’ Spirit Roots for her own use and cultivated a method from the Heavenly Demon Art to conceal her Spirit Roots. It was impossible for even someone at the Great Dao level to discover her true nature. How did this person…
Recalling that meaningful look, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Did this cultivator discover something?
But if he discovered it, why didn’t he expose it?
Could he also be a Demon Cultivator?!
Mu Baishuang’s mind was in turmoil, raising her eyes to try to confirm with Chen Huaian again,
only to find that Chen Huaian had already turned around and was walking towards Li Qingran.
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Beating people, taking revenge, getting what should be taken, and using up all his energy.
Chen Huaian prepared to leave with Li Qingran.
As he passed by Qingxuan Daoist, he considered whether to deal the final blow to this half-dead old man, then sensed multiple late-Transformation of the Soul energy signatures locking onto this area.
Wu Duantian didn’t speak.
But Chen Huaian could read some information from this silence.
Know when to stop, otherwise it will end in an endless feud.
Fine, Qingxuan Daoist isn’t exactly a great evil, at most an ineffective teacher.
“Qingran, let’s go.”
“Go?” An elderly voice sounded behind them.
An old woman in white stood beside Qingxuan Daoist at some point.
She leaned on a dragon-headed cane, her murky eyes staring at Chen Huaian. There was no trace of energy on her body. She appeared silently and stood silently, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment.
“You come to my Bluecloud Sect, smash things, and then just plan to walk away?”
“This probably, won’t do, right?”
The old woman planted her dragon-headed cane on the ground.
Dong—!
Ripples of green waves spread out like water ripples.
Several late-Transformation of the Soul elders of the Bluecloud Sect, along with Wu Duantian, all knelt down on both knees, bowing their heads.
In front of the sect hall, everyone was silent as cicadas in winter, deathly quiet.
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