Facing an easy victory, Jiang Ke’er once again found herself struggling.
She certainly resented Qiao Xiaoxian for taking away her freedom and disliked her annoying habit of treating her like a power bank.
But Qiao Xiaoxian had indeed saved her life, and now she was even teaching her the precious Way of Technique.
Moreover, Qiao Xiaoxian had just transferred power to her, and for her to immediately turn around and kill her… that would be too monstrous, and Jiang Ke’er simply couldn’t do it.
With a “pop,” their abdomens, which had been attached, separated.
Jiang Ke’er suddenly grabbed Qiao Xiaoxian’s collar, pulling her to bend down.
In Qiao Xiaoxian’s astonished gaze, Jiang Ke’er glared into her eyes and fiercely said, “I’m letting you off this time, I won’t kill you, remember that! Don’t make such a low-level mistake again next time! Anyone could have killed you ten thousand times just now, you know? How can you deal with Immortals in that state?”
Although she didn’t strike, her imposing manner absolutely couldn’t lose!
Jiang Ke’er still somewhat resented her soft-heartedness, so she had to vent this impotent rage at Qiao Xiaoxian in a lecturing manner.
Qiao Xiaoxian was slightly taken aback: “…Are you concerned about me?”
Jiang Ke’er’s eyes darted around, an idea forming in her mind, and her tone suddenly softened: “That’s right, I am concerned about you, it’s just that I’m a tsundere, and most people can’t understand the way I express concern… Do you understand? Now that you understand, stop thinking about dual cultivation all the time and consider my feelings!”
“No.”
Qiao Xiaoxian’s refusal was still very decisive, completely unaffected by Jiang Ke’er’s emotional plea.
Jiang Ke’er was choked with anger.
“Humph!”
Puffing up with anger, Jiang Ke’er strode forward, not wanting to look at Qiao Xiaoxian’s beautiful face for another second.
And where Jiang Ke’er couldn’t see, Qiao Xiaoxian secretly sighed with some regret: “She didn’t fall for it…”
On the subsequent journey, Jiang Ke’er began to use the Void Beasts along the way to train her technique manipulation abilities.
The perverse Qiao Xiaoxian wouldn’t even let her use her internal cultivation or sword moves.
She only gave her an ordinary iron sword, forcing her to face the ferocious Void Beasts with a mortal body.
It was said that she trained this way when she was a child.
At the age of four, she could already single-handedly challenge all Void Beasts in the beginner realm, and at the age of five, she could completely annihilate all Void Beasts in a forest without using spiritual power.
“Your current strength can barely approach my level at five years old,” Qiao Xiaoxian praised.
“It’s already good; those so-called geniuses of the great sects are not as good as you.”
Jiang Ke’er didn’t know whether Qiao Xiaoxian was complimenting her or mocking her; in any case, she felt a strong sense of malice.
“Blabbermouth!”
The deeper she delved into certain matters, the more she could feel the disparity.
The gap between herself and Qiao Xiaoxian was not just a little bit.
The road to turning things around is long and arduous…
Although Li Shimin and Chen Yi had lost track of Jiang Ke’er, they weren’t worried.
News of Jiang Ke’er occasionally came from the town ahead; they knew Jiang Ke’er was still alive, full of energy and bouncing around, which was good.
The two of them weren’t idle either.
Li Shimin rallied his journalist friends, gathering them from all over the Beginner Realm to Myriad Blades State, agreeing to meet on Hanye Island.
The reason was for the “most explosive news of the year.”
“By increasing the exposure, those human sword cultivators won’t dare to make any small moves in broad daylight,” Li Shimin mused.
“This will be a century-long battle that the entire Divine Land cannot ignore. It’s not just a contest of will between sword cultivators, but it also contains too much symbolic meaning that terrifies humans and gives hope to demons.”
“But what if Jiang Ke’er loses?” Chen Yi asked.
“…”
Li Shimin was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, “Jiang Ke’er will surely die, but win or lose, she will have achieved her grand ambition… Yes, what the demon race needs is not a strong individual, but a backbone, a direction.”
“Amitabha.”
Chen Yi closed his eyes, unable to bear thinking about it further, yet that brief moment of thought brought tears to his eyes.
His masters were right; the various pains and helplessness in this mortal world were not seen in temples.
However, was what he now heard and saw truly what his masters wanted him to see?
He seemed to have embarked on a completely opposite path.
Li Shimin looked at the crystal in his hand, lost in thought for a long time: “I can’t save her. All I can do is make sure her death has a voice, that it has value.”
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”
In the sky, colorful sword lights whistled past.
The night was dark, and streaks of spirited young sword light cut through the darkness, converging towards the southeast.
They possessed the prime of their lives and an innate pride.
What infamous demon lord… they only wanted to personally cut him down with their swords!
They all believed they would be that hero.
Hanye Island, the Divine Land was bound to remember this name.
As dawn broke, a weary Jiang Ke’er flopped onto the small boat, almost instantly falling asleep.
The rustling sound of the waves couldn’t dispel the fatigue of an all-night battle.
She lay on the boat, no longer wanting to use her brain at all.
Qiao Xiaoxian leaped onto the boat, raised the sail, then gently picked up the drowsy Jiang Ke’er, wrapping her in her clothes and holding her close.
“The journey is still long; you can sleep until you wake up naturally.”
As if a power-off button had been pressed, Jiang Ke’er’s tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
She tilted her head, leaning into Qiao Xiaoxian’s embrace, and fell into a deep sleep.