918: Chapter 0918: Sisters, Stay Calm 918: Chapter 0918: Sisters, Stay Calm Shenxu Daoist, Long Fei, and Chu Feng were taken aback, not expecting the sword’s murderous aura to be so intense.

Seeing their shocked expressions, Shenxu Daoist explained from the sidelines, “Mount Shu boasts numerous magic artifacts, but the leading treasures that protect the mountain are undoubtedly the Qingsuo Sword and the Ziyi Sword.

Rumor has it that these two immortal swords were refined by the Ancestor of Mount Shu, their power boundless.

When combined, they can even destroy heaven and earth.

I didn’t expect this disciple to be carrying this sword; he must be the Sect Leader’s direct disciple, right?”

“Earth Immortal Sword!”

Long Fei frowned deeply.

Chu Feng’s eyes shone with excitement, his fighting spirit high, “I wonder if this Qingsuo Sword is more formidable than my Overlord Spear?”

Bald Dog and the Ground Rat Demon King clicked their tongues from behind, secretly thinking that Chu Feng really was a battle maniac.

They too had heard of the Qingsuo Sword’s power, one that would certainly make those who face it choose to avoid a confrontation.

Yet Chu Feng was nothing like them; not only was he unafraid, but he was even eager to join in combat.

A group of female cultivators were completely awestruck by Qing Chuan, and naturally, being women, many had already started crying.

Wang Xiaoya stepped forward, blocking in front of them, and addressed the group of male cultivators, “You are disciples of famous sects.

If you have the courage, how about we make a bet?”

The group of male cultivators exchanged interested glances and chuckled softly, “How do you want to bet?”

Wang Xiaoya spoke earnestly, “Neither side will use magic artifacts.

I will barehandedly take three of your strikes.

If I withstand them, you will let my sisters go and leave this place immediately.

If I can’t, you can do as you please with us.”

Qing Chuan laughed arrogantly, “Witch, you sure talk big.

You’re merely at the Late Stage of Core Formation, not even half a step into the Nascent Soul Realm.

You dare challenge us?”

Wang Xiaoya purposefully provoked him, “Stop boasting, I’m asking if you dare or not?”

All she wanted now was to buy more time, waiting for her mother to return.

Before her mother left, she had told her that she would definitely come back today, no matter what.

She believed in her mother, trusting that she would never abandon the Mystic Yin Sect.

Qing Chuan was thoroughly enraged by Wang Xiaoya, his whole body seething with murderous intent, “Fine, I will oblige you!”

Other disciples from various sects smiled and collectively stepped back, allowing Qing Chuan to take the spotlight.

They knew Qing Chuan’s temper well; when enraged, he would slay even his own allies.

Although Wang Xiaoya was as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, they didn’t see the need to offend Qing Chuan for the sake of a witch.

Qing Chuan and Wang Xiaoya stood in the center of the arena, and the atmosphere suddenly turned tense.

Some female cultivators called out to Wang Xiaoya, “Saintess, you run first, we’ll block them for you!”

“Sisters, we can’t let anything happen to the Saintess, let’s fight our way out!”

A group of female disciples brandished their swords in disarray.

Wang Xiaoya turned her head and chided softly, “If you consider me a Saintess, then follow my command: stand still and don’t move.”

The longswords in the hands of the female disciples trembled slightly but held back for the moment.

Wang Xiaoya raised her palms and staggered her right leg back, calling out to Qing Chuan with a cold voice, “Strike!”

“Such audacity, I’ll smash you to pieces with a single slap!”

Qing Chuan’s entire body surged with killing intent, his gray robe shaking violently as he lashed out toward Wang Xiaoya with a swing of his hand.

He had no sword in hand, but his body was enveloped in Sword Qi, which above his head coalesced into the form of a waterfall Dharma Laksana.

Qing Chuan, his element was water.

His power was like a plunging waterfall, as if descending from the nine heavens, heavy as a myriad of jun.

He stomped on the ground, and the flagstones crumbled beneath the pressure.

A violent wind whipped up in an instant, forcing those in front to squint against the gusts.

The female disciples cried out in panic, “Saintess!”

“Be careful!”

“…”

Wang Xiaoya exerted her full strength, a white Phoenix Dharma Laksana appeared above her head.

Everyone present was taken aback, surprised that Wang Xiaoya’s Dharma Laksana was actually an animal.

You should know that only body cultivators have animal Dharma Laksanas.

Most Dharma Laksanas consist of nature’s elements like wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

“What a pity!”

“Such a beauty, if it were me, I absolutely couldn’t bear to lay a hand on her!”

“Qing Chuan, this beast!”

“He’s simply not a man!”

A group of male cultivators couldn’t help but turn their heads away, unable to bear the sight of a goddess-level beauty spattered with blood.

Qing Chuan’s cultivation level was a cut above hers; no Phoenix Dharma Laksana could make up for that.

All of a sudden, there was a thunderous boom in the arena, sounding like muffled thunder.

The ground beneath everyone’s feet trembled, and the gusting winds sent people stumbling in all directions.

Just when everyone thought Wang Xiaoya was undoubtedly doomed,

The number one disciple of Mount Shu, Qing Chuan, was sent flying like a kite, crashing heavily into a Sky-Supporting Pine a hundred meters away.

The thick pine, with a loud bang, split from the impact and toppled over.

Wang Xiaoya stared at her own hands, dumbstruck as if she’d seen a ghost, astonished at how strong she had become.

Everyone around her was also stunned, not looking at Wang Xiaoya, but fixating on something behind her.

Wang Xiaoya raised her eyebrows and turned to look.

A familiar figure appeared before her eyes, causing her to freeze momentarily before she burst into tears.

In the midst of the crowd’s surprised stares, she approached and hugged the man tightly, biting down hard on his shoulder.

She thought she was dreaming, not expecting that when she bit down, the flesh would be soft and salty with the taste of sweat.

This man was real; he had truly come.

Chu Feng came over with a smile and teased the two, “Hey, can we not display affection in public?”

Wang Xiaoya touched her nose, laughing and crying as she separated from Long Fei, and said excitedly, “I thought I’d never see you guys again in this lifetime!”

Long Fei and Chu Feng just smiled, pulled out the handkerchief she had given them, and wiped away her tears.

Regardless of the stupefied male cultivators around them, even the female cultivators of the Mystic Yin Sect wore an expression as if they’d seen a ghost.

Their saintess was embracing a man in public.

And these two men were indeed quite handsome.

If that male cultivator hadn’t lent a hand earlier, would their saintess have been turned into a cloud of blood mist?

Chu Feng turned back, waved smugly at a group of girls as a greeting.

His cool demeanor and mischievous smile made a bunch of female cultivators who rarely saw men in the mountains blush and shyly avert their gaze.

Somehow, just having these two men standing there,

Settled the previously chaotic hearts of the crowd.

Shenxu Daoist and his disciples were still hiding in the background, sweating profusely, their mouths dry, trembling, unable to speak.

He asked his disciple, “Liuu Jiangnan, did Brother Long just beat up a disciple of Mount Shu?”

Liuu Jiangnan was also sweating profusely, fanning himself rapidly as he replied, “That’s right, and he didn’t go easy at all!”

Shenxu Daoist looked distressed and said, “We’re done for, we’re completely done for.

What in the world is happening?

Having offended the four major sects, our Joyful Union Sect is doomed!”

Liuu Jiangnan whispered a reminder, “Master, keep your voice down, no one here knows we are with them.

You take the juniors and retreat first; I’ll stay here and keep an eye out for you!”

“Alright, alright!”

Shenxu Daoist nodded repeatedly in agreement with Liuu Jiangnan’s suggestion.

Like a rabbit, he led his group of disciples to hurriedly retreat along the same path they came from, rushing down the mountain.

At a crucial time like this, the priority was to save their own lives; who would dare to linger a moment longer in this place of trouble.