He was actually able to fight three Three Talents Stage cultivators without losing?
What did this mean?
Were they holding back?
A ripple finally appeared in Pei Min’s mentality.
At the same time, the three Xiaoshan Sword Sect cultivators had reached their limit. They exploded with full force, striking at the gap in Pei Min’s distraction.
Pei Min’s face changed. ‘This is bad.’
Just as he was about to block, a force that felt like a ghost’s hand compelled him to lunge forward, abandoning defense for all-out offense!
‘I’m dead! This is it!’
Seeing the sword blade closing in on his face, he instinctively wanted to duck.
But the blade suddenly veered away, flying far off!
Pei Min was stunned to realize that his own sword had already severed the tendons in his opponent’s striking arm first! That made the opponent’s sword lose all strength, its movement distorted, and it bounced far away!
No way! How were they so slow?
Even though he himself was already slow, that bad woman always said a snail was faster than him…
Clang—
Having just cut one person’s tendons and rendered them unable to fight, he swung his sword back in a simple, direct strike, hitting the weak point in the sword momentum of the attacker from behind.
Logically, even if this strike landed on the opponent’s weakness, because of his own stance, it should have been difficult to muster enough strength to block the attack.
But he didn’t feel any difficulty in exerting force at all. Instead, the opponent, caught off guard, had his long sword knocked away on the spot, and nearly lost half an arm to Pei Min!
After disarming him, Pei Min’s sword momentum continued without stopping. He turned his hand into a forced thrust, and the blade tip was perfectly placed against the throat of the last opponent.
The three Xiaoshan Sword Sect cultivators were dumbfounded.
Pei Min was also dumbfounded.
Everything flowed like water… Pei Min had no idea when he had become so agile. It was as if every stiff joint in his body had been filled with lubricant, making his movements incredibly smooth.
When did he become so strong?
He definitely wasn’t this powerful before, or else he wouldn’t have been captured so easily by pirates.
“So weak,” Jiang Ke’er said, looking at Pei Min with contempt. “It took you this long. If you go out, don’t say you’re my disciple.”
Pei Min instinctively wanted to argue, but looking at the three Three Talents Stage Xiaoshan Sword Sect disciples, he fell silent.
He had indeed defeated three Three Talents Stage cultivators, leveling up. For any young person, that was something to brag about for half a lifetime.
But where did this power come from?
Because he was a genius? No, Pei Min wasn’t that arrogant. He knew that winning this fight had little to do with the sword dao theoretical knowledge he had studied over the years.
Ever since he met that bad woman, everything had been too strange.
For example, tonight’s events were full of too many suspicious points —
Why was he so strong? That was actually a small issue.
The real question was — where did these three Xiaoshan Sword Sect cultivators come from? Why were they willing to spar with him? And why didn’t they say a single word the entire time?
— Also, he was right now at the entrance of Xiaoshan Sword Sect, causing a big commotion at the mountain gate. Why did Xiaoshan Sword Sect seem completely unaware?
— Where were their stewards? Elders? Sect leader? Were they all dead? Why would they let him make such a ruckus here?
Could it be that His Majesty had really issued an order that “all sects must accept sparring”? Was that bad woman not making it up?
No, Pei Min was sure no such order existed. It was too unreasonable.
It had to be that woman’s doing again, but how did she manage it?
“Let’s go. Come spar again tomorrow night.”
Jiang Ke’er waved her hand and called Pei Min to step onto her flying sword.
In a daze, Pei Min stepped up.
Chug chug chug chug chug chug~
The long sword flew into the night with a strange sound.
“Why has the sound changed?” Pei Min asked.
“I don’t know either. Maybe it evolved… Or maybe the engine broke,” Jiang Ke’er said nonchalantly. “It might fall. Hold on tight.”
Pei Min’s face showed terror.
This woman was still just as unreliable!
As if waking from an extremely deep and dark abyss, the sect leader of Xiaoshan Sword Sect finally broke free from that terrifying sense of falling.
He jolted his eyes open. In front of him was his familiar cultivation cave, which put him at ease.
What the hell just happened…
Ghost pressing bed?
Could you get ghost pressing bed while cultivating? That was too ridiculous!
But it was inexplicable…
Too terrifying. Everything he had just experienced was too terrifying.
He had completely lost perception of the outside world, lost control of his body, and could only fall hopelessly into the abyss.
And on both sides of the abyss were twisted monsters that made him shudder just thinking about them.
He vaguely remembered that before he fell into the abyss illusion, the light around him dimmed, and something lightly tapped the back of his head.
Then he entered a long hallucination.
What was going on…
On top of the flying sword, Pei Min wanted to speak but stopped.
He had too many questions to ask.
But he couldn’t ask, because he could even imagine how she would answer.
“Haha, that’s right! I’m the hidden super boss! A true transcendent master! Did you expect that?”
No matter the truth, she would definitely answer like that.
“Alright, you said that if I could cure your mother, you’d agree to one condition, right?” Without waiting for Pei Min to speak, Jiang Ke’er broke the silence first.
“Yeah,” Pei Min nodded. This time he didn’t retort immediately.
A glimmer of hope began to rise in his heart… Maybe, his mother really had recovered?
Although it was unlikely, too many strange things had happened recently.
“Good. Then I’m going to state my condition.” Jiang Ke’er smiled slightly, her gaze softening.
Pei Min relaxed a little… Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he had imagined. She was just tsundere.
“My condition is… add another three hundred conditions.”
[Acquired 50,000 Villain Points from Pei Min]
“No!!!”
Pei Min refused angrily.
“Didn’t you say you’d do anything?” Jiang Ke’er pouted. “Why not…”
Jiang Ke’er had sworn since she was a child that if she ever met a deity who could grant wishes, she would go straight for the Thousand-Layer Matryoshka Wish Package!
Ahaha, infinite wishes…
Well, dream on.
Pei Min was red with anger: “You’re cheating! That kind of condition doesn’t count! Otherwise, how would I ever finish paying you back?”
“Fine, fine, don’t lose your fur.” Jiang Ke’er sighed regretfully. “Then I’ll have to think carefully…”
Jiang Ke’er frowned in thought.
After a moment, she blurted out: “Then how about a hundred conditions?”
“A hundred is no!!!”
“Then fifty…”
“Stop haggling! This is a matter of principle!”
“Ten.”
“No way!”
“Five! That has to be okay!”
“Impossible!”
“Then three. Good disciple, just three conditions. I did heal your mother’s injury after all.” Jiang Ke’er said pitifully.
“Alright…” Pei Min’s heart softened. “It’s true. If you really healed my mother, even if I had to be your slave, it’s what I should do.”
“Just three conditions, no more, just three!”