Zhu Jian was completely ignored by Li Shiyin, but he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. Because at the moment the sword light flashed, he truly felt that he was infinitely close to death.
At that moment, he felt that he had no secrets in front of Li Shiyin, all his weaknesses were exposed; it was as if Li Shiyin had seen through him completely. When facing Li Shiyin, it was as if he was facing a high-level sword cultivator, not a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
He knew that if that sword had struck, he would have been powerless to resist.
The Cascade Star Sword that fell from the sky was not saving Li Shiyin, but saving him, Zhu Jian.
Although she had not really made a move yet, he had already lost.
And not only Zhu Jian himself knew this, even the people behind him knew it too.
When Li Shiyin walked past Zhu Jian to ask them, someone couldn't withstand Li Shiyin's oppressive sword aura and took a step back, and then took another step back.
Some people stepped back, some didn't; some retreated smoothly, some stood firm under the pressure. Eight people remained in place, either capable or stubbornly standing their ground.
Those who retreated had already lost; those who didn't retreat hadn't lost yet.
Under the tremendous pressure, some gritted their teeth, drew their swords, and attacked Li Shiyin.
Li Shiyin didn't underestimate him, linking the Guiding Starlight Technique and Flying Immortal Questioning Dao, there was a flash of starlight, and she disappeared from Chasing The Wind's back. With a flick of her sword she sent his flying, then instantly reappeared on Chasing The Wind's back, as if she hadn't moved at all.
"Such...such powerful strength!" This person looked at his own flying sword, his sword-wielding hand trembling uncontrollably. At the same level of cultivation, he lost in one sword stroke.
No matter what the reason, when a swordsman can no longer hold his own sword steady, he should die. Because the sword is the swordsman's life. When a swordsman cannot grasp his sword, he cannot grasp his own life.
"Next." said Li Shiyin.
Another swordsman came forth...
It was seen that the sword-wielding maiden's figure continuously flashed among the crowd, trails and Chasing The Wind's back. Some lost in one sword stroke, some held on for two or three strokes, but ultimately no one prevailed until the end, no one was victorious.
Finally, Li Shiyin stood in front of the crowd that had previously retreated, sword in hand. Behind her were seven or eight defeated and crestfallen people, their magic treasures and flying swords strewn all over the ground. She asked the people in front, "Anyone else?" Among them were fanatical and excited gazes, and also timid and evasive gazes; but no provocative and battle-ready gazes. They looked at this peerlessly beautiful and supremely talented maiden, no one dared to draw their swords again.
Li Shiyin waited for a while. With a cold glance that swept over the crowd, ignoring their fanaticism―because the divine had never cared for zealots―she sheathed her sword and said, "Go back, all of you!"
The losers picked up their weapons and trudged back dejectedly; the cowardly displayed their techniques, either riding their swords or soaring through the clouds, and left in high spirits.
After today, there would be legends within the Dao Sword Sect of the invincible Dan Peak Fairy Maiden Swordsman. They would say that with one stroke of her sword she sent a Golden Core cultivator flying, and with seven or eight sword strokes she defeated seven or eight Golden Core cultivators. The Dao Sword Sect disciples would forget that she was one of the Five Great Beauties, and would remember that she was one of the Ten Great Prodigies, and recall her glowing sword aura like the radiance of stars.
After a few dozen people left scattered in twos and threes, the fog before the Guardian Mountain Formation suddenly cleared. Over a dozen Dao Sword Sect disciples walked out from inside. These were all disciples who had attempted to force their way into or break the formation, but ultimately got lost within the Guardian Mountain Formation.
After emerging from the Guardian Mountain Formation and looking back at it, those without any foundation in formations had confused expressions on their faces, even having forgotten when they got lost in the first place; those with some foundation in formations had frightened looks, because this seemingly basic formation actually contained endless variations and transformations within, and what they thought they understood, they realized they had not understood at all.
Qin Ran's voice echoed in the air, "It was an illusory formation this time. Next time, it will be a killing formation."
Those who had some foundation in formations didn't dare to tarry, and hurriedly cast spells to escape; while those without any foundation were left at a complete loss.
"Chasing The Wind..." said Li Shiyin, "Let's go home."
With his head held high and treading with the unique grace of felines, Chasing The Wind walked together with Li Shiyin into the mist, eventually disappearing into the mist.
In the eyes of those bewildered people remained the image of the white tiger and the maiden's retreating backs.
Passing through the mist and returning to Dan Peak, Li Shiyin swept her gaze, discovering that her Master was still at the lakeside checking on the trees he had planted over the past few days, his appearance tranquil and leisurely, as if the one deterring those challengers was not him at all.
The calls of birds and beasts at Dan Peak were the same as always, the mountains and waters here very peaceful. Those noisy, clamoring challengers outside did not disturb them in the slightest.
Long Qiqi was even still at the Research Building concocting poison pills, while Tushan Youyou was still learning mathematics in the rear mountain.
Sensing that the two mischievous ones had returned, Qin Ran raised his head to glance at them, a vague smile on his face. "Chasing The Wind ran off, didn't he? Went to chase Chasing The Wind, didn't you? Chased him for a whole day, didn't you?!"
Li Shiyin had run off in the morning, and now it was already late afternoon nearing dusk, she had been out playing the entire day... After all, it would take some time to let all the demonic beasts in Dan Peak know that their lord now has a big sister too.
Seeing Qin Ran's expression, Li Shiyin knew that he wasn't truly angry. Hugging her sword, she twisted bashfully as she walked over to him, making a sound through her nose, "Mas...ter..."
How was this the sharp-as-sword-aura female sword immortal? Clearly just a girl who was skilled at acting coquettish.
Listening to it made Qin Ran's hackles rise, but he was actually quite pleased inside. Suppressing the smile at the corners of his mouth, he saw that Chasing The Wind was also rolling around on the ground next to them, exposing his belly to ask for forgiveness.
Trying hard to sound stern, but smiling, he said, "Don't try that with me, useless!"
Everyone knew whether it was actually useless or not.
He pointed at the empty space between Sword Washing Lake and the Research Building, and said, "Starting tomorrow, the two of you will build an awning there for me! And not only that, you two won't get any meals tomorrow either, as punishment!!"
To punish an immortal cultivator by not letting them eat, that truly was an extremely severe punishment... Ah no, one of them wasn't a cultivator, Chasing The Wind was a demonic beast, he truly needed blood and flesh as food, for him it really was an extremely harsh punishment. So it could only be said, the only one getting hurt was silly little Chasing The Wind.
But it didn't matter, this silly guy was stupid enough, he didn't know that actually only he was getting punished.
He had absolutely no idea that he was never supposed to be punished in the first place, he shouldn't have been punished from the start; he also didn't know that in essence, the only one truly being punished by this punishment was him.
This silly one even stopped to roll around, his white fur picking up a lot of mud. He chuckled towards Qin Ran, "Thanks, Dad!"
Qin Ran pointed at him, bitter laughter brimming forth―this silly tiger was fortunate to have followed him, if he had followed someone else, who knows when he might have been sold without even realizing, and would probably still be helping them count the money... if he had learned arithmetic by then, that is.
"It's... Master!" Li Shiyin replied listlessly.
And so starting the next day, Dan Peak's invincible female sword immortal and her Xuanming Spirit Tiger buddy began their glorious labor reform.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
