Jiang Ke’er stood at the eye of the storm, the distorted and blurred wall of raging wind just a step away from her.
Flying swords and charging cultivators intertwined, with occasional bursts of blood mist in the fierce wind, jumping and mixing into the vortex—that was the last protest from severed arteries.
The gale suddenly ceased, and Jiang Ke’er looked around exhaustedly.
Broken limbs and severed arms, mixed with scattered weapons, clattered down from the sky.
She raised a wind barrier above her head, which blocked the debris, but blood poured down around her like a waterfall.
In the distance, the Rakshasa Sect cultivators who had survived due to their flying swords watched her in horror, hastily summoning their flying swords to counterattack.
Jiang Ke’er symbolically parried a few blows, then suddenly grew impatient, stepping forward to close the distance.
Having just recovered a bit of spiritual power in the eye of the storm, Jiang Ke’er began to spend it recklessly again without restraint.
Her mind was too weary to think, so she relied on instinct to dodge attacks, then used the dull sword in her hand to sever a part of her opponent.
When she came back to her senses, there were no more breathing Rakshasa Sect disciples around.
But she was also close to her last breath.
Jiang Ke’er used her last strength to pop a medicinal dreg into her mouth, sat down on the spot, and rested, embracing her sword.
The sound of horse hooves, clattering, approached from the distance, galloping along the main road.
Jiang Ke’er saw them, knowing that the newcomers were definitely not friendly, but she could only grip her sword hilt and regulate her breath to deal with the upcoming crisis.
“I didn’t expect to be the first to find you,” Dao Yi reined in his horse, stopping in front of Jiang Ke’er, looking down at her from above.
Jiang Ke’er looked up and found him somewhat familiar… After a careful recollection, wasn’t this the Taoist on horseback who almost trampled her to death in Wulei City?
“May I ask, Senior Brother?” The cat-eared youth, seeing the unfavorable situation, quickly led Chen Yi to shield Jiang Ke’er.
“Little kitty, don’t meddle, or I’ll kill you too,” Dao Yi impatiently cracked his horsewhip towards the cat-eared youth.
But the whip was blown away by a gust of wind.
“If you have business with me, don’t involve others,” Jiang Ke’er withdrew her sword, tilting her head and glancing disdainfully at Dao Yi.
“You can’t touch her!” The cat-eared youth also quickly shouted, “Unless you want to become a sinner of the entire Myriad Blades State!”
“Hmm?” Dao Yi’s sinister gaze involuntarily shifted to the cat-eared youth.
The cat-eared youth chuckled, proudly shaking the crystal in his hand: “Now the entire Myriad Blades State knows that those trash from the Rakshasa Sword Sect are dishonorable, they can’t afford to lose so they resorted to a group attack, and the key is… they were even counter-killed in a group attack, and their sect was wiped out by a small demon!”
Dao Yi’s heart sank.
“Now the matter has escalated. Only by defeating her fairly in a duel in Myriad Blades State can their face be saved, otherwise, all human sword cultivators will never be able to hold their heads high!”
Dao Yi’s face grew darker and darker.
“Not to mention the excellent disciples that various sects will lose, and the possibly lost orthodox lineages… our demon race’s powerful cultivators will absolutely not stand by idly in such a heinous incident!
The Great Si Kingdom claims to be a place of enlightenment and equality, though there’s a lot of dirty business under the surface, it’s at least outwardly equal.
If you’ve caused such a huge mess, even if the Great Si Kingdom’s Public Security Department doesn’t get involved, the big shots behind the demon race can absolutely annihilate you and your sect a hundred times over!”
“Then I’ll just kill you to silence you!” Dao Yi brought his whip down, striking fiercely towards the cat-eared youth!
If he just killed the cat-eared youth, no one would ever know that Jiang Ke’er had fallen into his hands!
“My dad is Li Yuan!” The cat-eared youth, however, pushed his face forward and shouted, “Dare to touch me and see what happens?”
Dao Yi was genuinely taken aback by this bravado and quickly twisted the whip’s direction, striking his own thigh instead.
Li Yuan? He seemed to have heard that name somewhere.
“A Venerable of the Eight Trigrams Realm peak! First-class Duke of the Great Si Kingdom, holding a first-rank official position, the leader of all demon races in the Great Si Kingdom, Duke of Tang, Li Yuan!”
The cat-eared youth shouted, while cheekily pushing his face closer: “My name is Li Shimin, his second son. I have hundreds of Soul Lanterns lit at home, and if anything happens, my dad will immediately get footage of my life experiences.
I’m not very talented, currently an intern editor in the Multitude State of the Elementary Realm, in control of all news publication rights in the Elementary Realm.
Even if I die, I can expose your shameless actions before I do.
Hit me, go on, hit me! If you don’t hit me, you’re a cowardly tortoise!”
Dao Yi was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
But he truly didn’t dare to lay a hand on the cat-eared youth.
“Then I’ll kill him!” Veins bulged on Dao Yi’s forehead as he aimed his horsewhip at Chen Yi again.
Unexpectedly, the cat-eared youth looked at him with immense sympathy.
“Amitabha,” Chen Yi uttered a Buddhist chant, also extending his head towards Dao Yi.
“This humble monk has no cultivation. If you wish to kill me, then do so, I only ask that you make it quick; this humble monk is afraid of pain.”
Just as Dao Yi was about to bring down his horsewhip, he heard Chen Yi suddenly say: “This humble monk does not have the overwhelming power and background of Shimin. This humble monk is merely the only direct disciple guarded by Venerable Jing, Venerable Yan, Abbot Xuankong, and the Thirty-Six Arhats of Pure Land Temple, and the only selected Pagoda Master of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Pagoda, the youngest administrator in the history of the Sutra Repository, first place in the Buddhist Dharma Debate Competition for three consecutive years, possessing the innate Nine-Leaf Sacred Lotus Body… That’s all. You can kill me if you wish, it really doesn’t matter. Anyway, I don’t want to cultivate, and the abbot said if I don’t cultivate properly, I should just die here and not go back, he must not love me anymore.”
“…”
Dao Yi broke down.
He was so jealous!
What kind of monsters were these?!
And also, “if you don’t cultivate properly… then don’t go back”—even an idiot could tell that this was a deeply caring, angry remark, not a lack of care, but super care!
If he dared to make a move, he would definitely die!
Dao Yi was so choked up he could barely breathe.
At this moment, he couldn’t leave, nor could he make a move.
For a moment, he was utterly stuck.
Something went seriously wrong here