Pei Yuhang stood at the prow of the Spiritual Ship, his hand gripping the Compass so tightly his knuckles turned white.
His gaze seed to be fixed on the Compass, but his peripheral vision couldn't help but stray to the Spiritual Ship that was faintly visible through the thin clouds to one side.
That was Lin Qianyan's ship.
Her Spiritual Ship rested quietly, hidden among the clouds, much like her own seemingly otherworldly disposition.
Pei Yuhang's throat tightened as a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.
'Just a mont ago, only a thin cloud separated from Lin Qianyan.'
'Lin Qianyan was on one side of that cloud, while I was on the other, kissing Yueqiu.'
Even now, the warmth and scent of Yueqiu lingered on his lips.
At this thought, Pei Yuhang inexplicably found himself unable to look at Lin Qianyan's Spiritual Ship. He felt as if he had wronged her.
But—
"We're already a thing of the past... So why do I still feel like I've wronged her?"
Realizing he hadn't truly let go of Lin Qianyan, Pei Yuhang lowered his gaze and sighed softly.
"What in the world am I doing..."
He murmured, his voice nearly carried away by the wind.
'I already promised Yueqiu I would make a clean break with the past.'
'So why does my heart still waver uncontrollably when Lin Qianyan appears in my sight?'
A flicker of conflict crossed Pei Yuhang's eyes. He pressed his lips together, as if suppressing sothing.
He lifted his head and gazed at the distant, thin clouds, his expression growing profound.
Amidst the clouds, Lin Qianyan's Spiritual Ship still floated quietly, a silent reminder of the feelings he had yet to let go of.
'Liyuan, Yueqiu, Qianqian...'
Pei Yuhang recalled his current romantic debts and couldn't help but mock himself.
"I really... am such a scumbag."
He was stubbornly protecting his current love, yet at the sa ti, he cherished the first disciple he'd raised since childhood, on the verge of crossing a forbidden line with her. And on top of it all, he couldn't let go of his old fla...
Originally, he had been a champion of pure love. Even after being possessed and defiled by Shang Miaoyan and other wicked won, Pei Yuhang had held fast to his belief in pure love. His body may have been sullied, but his love was pure.
But now, Pei Yuhang realized his love was no longer pure...
Just then, a powerful fluctuation of Spiritual Qi erupted from the Spiritual Ship, interrupting Pei Yuhang's thoughts.
The frigid aura of a Demon Spirit and the scorching killing intent of an Asura made Pei Yuhang think, 'This is bad.'
He had no ti for further idle thoughts and hurried over.
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"Qing Yueqiu, we are both at the Divinity Transformation realm now. Ever since the Sect tournant, I've been wanting to have a proper rematch with you!"
Ji Xichan lifted her chin, her eyes flashing with fiery battle intent and provocation.
Hearing this, Qing Yueqiu's brow furrowed slightly, a glint of coldness in her eyes.
The Glazed Sword in her hand trembled softly, its blade emitting a faint scarlet glow, as if responding to its master's emotions.
Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes were filled with killing intent. Her voice was low and laced with disdain.
"You arrogant Demoness, taste my blade!"
Before her words had even faded, Qing Yueqiu swung her Glazed Sword. A rolling tide of scarlet Sword Qi surged out, rushing straight for Ji Xichan.
However, Qing Yueqiu didn't want to start a fight on her master's Spiritual Ship, so she intentionally held back. Though the Sword Qi was sharp, it wasn't at its full power.
Her goal was to force Ji Xichan out of the ship and onto the clouds, to avoid alerting Pei Yuhang.
Seeing this, a flicker of understanding passed through Ji Xichan's eyes.
She leaped lightly, her figure as graceful as a swallow, and landed steadily on an open patch of clouds at the ship's stern.
She then deployed a High Tier Barrier to prevent Pei Yuhang from discovering them and interfering with her duel against Qing Yueqiu.
Ji Xichan's gaze swept over Qing Yueqiu, filled with a mix of mockery and contempt. "Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson, you overconfident, silver-haired little white tigress!"
"Arrogant Demoness!"
A flash of fury crossed Qing Yueqiu's eyes. Her Glazed Sword vibrated violently, and scarlet Sword Qi, several tis more ferocious than before, erupted once more, as if to dye the surrounding clouds blood-red.
Her figure moved like lightning, instantly charging toward Ji Xichan. Her sword flashed like a rainbow, aid straight at her opponent's vitals.
Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the clouds were torn asunder, and a murderous aura filled the air.
Ji Xichan was not to be outdone. She took out her twisted, jet-black Lifebound Spirit Sword, the Dark Night Sword, and fused the Demon Spirit of the Great Demon Moon Dog into it.
The Spirit Sword seed to co alive. It began to twist continuously, and sharp, quivering teeth like a canine's fangs appeared on its blade. A ferocious wolf's head even protruded from the hilt.
Seeing such a bizarre scene, Qing Yueqiu cursed inwardly, 'Just as I thought, a Demoness!'
The Asura Pattern on her lower abdon glowed brightly with red light as her Glazed Blood Sword clashed against Ji Xichan's Moon Dog Demon Sword.
In that instant, a torrent of sword light churned the clouds and battered the Barrier Ji Xichan had erected.
The two of them darted about within the Barrier. Two streaks of light, one red and one black, collided ceaselessly, making the void hum and whipping up a furious gale.
As the sword lights crisscrossed, sparks flew, threatening to tear the very space apart.
Neither held back, clearly fighting for real.
The web of Ji Xichan's thumb ached from the recoil. She cursed inwardly, 'Isn't Qing Yueqiu supposed to be a Sword Cultivator?!'
'Why is her strength so bizarrely powerful?! She's even more monstrous than a mber of the Demon Race, who are born with strong Physiques!'
Qing Yueqiu was also frowning secretly. She had thought she could take down Ji Xichan quickly, but she hadn't expected the Demoness to have mastered all sorts of troubleso Divine Techniques and Skills.
She'd had a slight advantage at first, but as ti went on, Ji Xichan actually grew stronger, clearly adapting to her combat rhythm.
'It seems this Demoness's reputation as the Dao Sect's number one prodigy isn't undeserved... If I don't get rid of this woman soon, she'll definitely beco a huge threat by Master's side!!'
At this thought, Qing Yueqiu communicated with Luminous through their minds.
The next mont, the Luminous Shadow Sword trembled, left Qing Yueqiu's hand, and floated in the air under Sword Control. anwhile, Qing Yueqiu raised her fist to attack Ji Xichan from the other side in a pincer move.
On one side was a surging tide of Sword Qi; on the other was the mighty force of a fist continuously erupting with Dragon Elephant Power.
Ji Xichan was caught in the pincer attack and began to fall back steadily.
"Your Spirit Sword awakened a Sword Spirit? No wonder you have the guts to challenge . But if you want to compete over who has more backup, don't co crying to and say I'm bullying you~!"
Ji Xichan grit her teeth and laughed loudly. Though she was in a sorry state, she absolutely couldn't lose in terms of presence!
[Infinite Demon Spirits, co forth!]
Under the combined pressure from Luminous and Qing Yueqiu, Ji Xichan was forced to use so sort of high-cost Secret Technique and began summoning more Demon Spirits for support.
In an instant, a howling, sinister wind rose from nowhere.
The surrounding clouds were dyed black by the aura of the Demon Spirits. Frost began to form on Qing Yueqiu's body, and every breath she took was visible as a white puff of air.
"You all go block that broken sword. Leave this little white tigress to ~"
Ji Xichan said with a wide smile, as if victory was already in her grasp.
But she didn't know that Qing Yueqiu's greatest strength now was her own physical body!
'The Asura Killing Body!'
Qing Yueqiu let out a grunt. It seed she, like her opponent, had used so kind of Secret Technique, as her aura instantly intensified several tis over.
'And... is that so kind of strange Rune glowing purple-red on her lower abdon?'
In the mont Ji Xichan was stunned, Qing Yueqiu took a single step and appeared instantly before her.
'So fast!'
Caught off guard, Ji Xichan raised her sword to defend, but Qing Yueqiu's fist struck her wrist. With a resonant thud, the Moon Dog Demon Sword was knocked from her grasp.
Ji Xichan cursed inwardly. Just as she was about to summon another Great Demon Spirit to block Qing Yueqiu, the silver-haired girl grabbed a handful of her hair.
"You slut! You were pretty pleased with yourself back at the Cold Spring when you were toying with my Master, weren't you?
Let's see you smile now!!"
Qing Yueqiu yanked Ji Xichan's hair, causing a sharp pain that made it difficult for her to resist.
She then raised her palm high, as if to pour all the pain, anguish, and suffocating frustration of having once been forced to stand outside the door, watching helplessly as her Master was taken and possessed, into this single slap!
SLAP—!!
Qing Yueqiu's slap landed squarely on Ji Xichan's face. How could the girl's delicate and supple cheek withstand such a devastating blow?
It imdiately caused Ji Xichan's coolly beautiful face to swell up, drawing blood from her mouth and nose.
The burning pain on her face nearly drove Ji Xichan insane.
Never—
Never had anyone dared to strike her face!!
Even Pei Sword Immortal wouldn't humiliate her like this!!
"Qing Yueqiu, you're courting death!!"
Faintly, an illusory Goddess Statue appeared behind Ji Xichan.
Qing Yueqiu's crimson pupils widened. She felt an imnse sense of threat from the mysterious Goddess Statue.
She tried to retreat, only to find her movents growing slower and slower, almost freezing solid.
'No, it's not that my movents have slowed—ti itself has been frozen!'
'How does Ji Xichan have such a terrifying ability?'
"Finally scared, are we? I wasn't originally planning to use this ability on you, little white tigress. You forced my hand!"
Ji Xichan wiped the blood from her mouth and nose. She spread her five slender fingers, and a frigid, sinister energy began to gather and solidify in her palm.
Ultimately, she didn't dare to kill Qing Yueqiu. After all, Pei Yuhang was a sentintal person. If she really did it, she could never hope to receive his forgiveness.
But, she could make Qing Yueqiu suffer a bit! Let her taste a pain worse than death!
Just as Ji Xichan reached her hand toward Qing Yueqiu's lower abdon—
HUMMM!!
A piercing sword cry exploded through the void.
The Barrier Ji Xichan had deployed instantly shattered. Her heart sank. Looking up, she saw a White-clothed Sword Immortal with a face as cold as frost, and beside him, Lin Qianyan, her expression sowhat unreadable.
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