Hahahaha Finally, someone worthy of being sacrificed to the sword

The tip of the spear erupted with a blinding white light, like the sun.

The searing radiance forced Wang San's cruel expression to freeze mid-snarl.

"Damn it! You sneaky bastard!"

He roared inwardly, but it was too late to change his stance.

Wang San had thought his own sudden betrayal was shameless enough.

Who could’ve guessed that Su Ji would be even faster, even more underhanded?

Yet, even so, he remained confident.

The vines conjured by the Blue Ice Grass had sealed off all of Su Ji’s escape routes. Before the spear could reach him, Su Ji would be shredded to pieces!

But in the next instant, the expected sounds of vines coiling and flesh tearing never came.

By the time the blinding light faded, Wang San—still blinking away tears from the glare—finally saw it.

A spear, hovering motionless just half an inch from his chest.

The razor-sharp edge of the weapon had already sliced through his robe, leaving a shallow, stinging cut on his skin.

A hair’s breadth closer, and his heart would’ve been skewered.

"I can’t let you kill him."

A cool, detached voice rang out.

The woman in the white dress had somehow appeared between them.

Her delicate, jade-like hand held the shaft of the spear mid-thrust with effortless ease.

Then—crack—a crisp snap echoed.

The "Radiant Gleam Spear," Su Ji’s trusted weapon that had ambushed and slain countless foes, finally gave way, splintering where her fingers gripped.

Wang San collapsed to his knees, legs weak with lingering terror.

Gasping for breath, his face twisted between post-survival dread and the humiliation of being outplayed.

Both the Blue Ice Grass and the woman in white inwardly cursed: "Useless fool!"

Su Ji ignored the trembling Wang San.

Calmly, he met the woman’s gaze and tossed the broken spear shaft aside.

The effects of the blinding light had faded.

Now, the white-clad woman studied him with amused interest.

"Interesting," she murmured.

"Your spear… is fast."

"Faster than I expected."

Su Ji smiled faintly.

"You flatter me, Senior."

"I merely wished to survive."

The woman neither agreed nor disagreed. Her eyes lingered on him.

Even she had been slightly impressed by the skill behind that spear thrust.

If not for the gap in their cultivation realms, she wouldn’t have dared to intercept it so casually.

This… is the perfect vessel.

"Good," she said, as if announcing a trivial matter.

"I’ve changed my mind."

Her gaze locked onto Su Ji.

"Now, I wish to pass my legacy to you."

"What do you say?"

At this, Wang San’s head snapped up from the ground.

Why?!

He couldn’t fathom it—why would this woman discard him after all his struggles?

Su Ji showed no trace of joy.

"Not interested."

The woman wasn’t surprised. Her tone remained indifferent.

"The strongest in Great Xia today barely reach the Golden Core stage. With my inheritance, you could go anywhere in this world."

Su Ji shook his head.

"You jest, Senior."

"Only an idiot like Wang San wouldn’t recognize such an obvious soul-seizure trap."

Wang San, still reeling from near-death, stiffened as if struck by lightning. His face flushed crimson.

He scrambled to his feet, jabbing a finger at the woman.

"What?! You bitch—you were planning to possess me?!"

"You’ve signed your own death warrant!"

In his mind, the Blue Ice Grass’s furious voice exploded: "Moron, shut up! What good does provoking her do now?!"

The ten-thousand-year-old spirit herb was seriously questioning if it had chosen the wrong "fated one."

Wang San’s brain clearly wasn’t his strong suit.

"But… but—!"

Fortunately, Wang San wasn’t completely brainless. He clamped his mouth shut, finally grasping the situation.

The woman ignored his outburst, sighing at Su Ji.

"You’re clever."

"A shame, really."

"Compliance would’ve spared you pain."

Her voice turned icy.

"A mere fifth-layer Qi Refining cultivator—what hope do you have against me?"

She moved.

No earth-shaking power, just a graceful lift of her hand—a casual press toward Su Ji.

An overwhelming force condensed into an invisible palm, bearing down on him. The air itself groaned under the pressure.

Yet the woman frowned.

Instead of panic, Su Ji’s lips curled into a smirk.

Utterly confident, he called out:

"Junior Sister! Save me!"

Calling for backup? Who doesn’t know how to do that?

In the world of cultivators, background and connections mattered most.

Just as the crushing force was about to land, a slender figure materialized before Su Ji.

Su Jiu.

Pop.

A soft sound.

The force capable of flattening a Foundation Establishment expert dissipated like a bubble.

Only then did Su Jiu lock eyes with the woman across from her.

"Oh? You—?"

"A Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox?"

For the first time, surprise flickered across the woman’s face.

"I thought your kind went extinct."

Su Jiu retorted coldly.

"And shouldn’t you have ascended by now?"

The woman chuckled, unfazed. She glanced at Su Ji.

"Your junior sister? I see she’s still untouched."

"Seems she’s unwilling to indulge you."

Her gaze returned to Su Ji, her eyes now shimmering with a bewitching allure.

"How about this?"

"I’ll possess her instead."

"Together, we’ll see just how high the heavens of Great Xia truly are."

"I promise—I know countless techniques to showcase a Nine-Tailed Fox’s… charms."

Truthfully, the offer was slightly tempting.

But.

Su Ji had three rules when it came to women:

First—no unwilling participants. That was cruelty.

Second—no touching a friend’s woman. That was betrayal.

Third—no pre-set techniques. That was just avoiding diseases.

[Conversation with Li Yao triggered, meeting aesthetic preferences. Romance options available.]

[Option 1: "So many techniques? Hell yes!" (Reward: Li Yao fails to seize Su Jiu’s body. You get your limbs broken by Su Jiu and dragged back to the Love-Longing Sect, forced to produce medicinal elixirs daily.)]

[Option 2: "Get lost!" (Immediate combat initiation.)]

[Option 3: "Show me the techniques first, then I’ll decide." (Reward: Unknown)]

[Permanent Option: "Hahaha! Finally, a worthy sacrifice for my blade!" (Current kill count: 0)]

Su Ji stole a glance at Su Jiu.

Petite, standing a head shorter than him—the very image of a youthful maiden. Her modest yet perky chest was… undeniably appealing.

Who wouldn’t like this?

No girl stayed eighteen forever, but there’d always be girls who were eighteen.

As for the white-clad woman? She exuded mature elegance.

How is this also an aesthetic match?!

Could it be that he's simply lustful?

That can't be right.

Su Ji could only assume there was an error in the [Romance Option] judgment.

Having finally found an opportunity to 'sacrifice to the sword,' he couldn't resist making his presence known—

to prove his worth.