Chapter 39: Chi Jiuyu Wishes to Battle Xu Xing at the Same Realm

Li Fengping was just about to protest when a sharp pain struck his shoulder, and he blacked out instantly.

“Take him away,” the branch hall master said coolly.

Two disciples from the Discipline Hall immediately entered, one on each side, lifting Li Fengping and carrying him out.

“Ah~ This family technique of the Lin family still has such severe flaws.”

An old man, leaning on a cane, walked in slowly; he too wore the Discipline Hall’s uniform, with a golden miniature sword emblem on his chest.

The Branch Hall of the Profound Heaven Sect in Xuanjian City, besides having one hall master, also has two deputy hall masters—this old man is one of them.

“But he must first be moved to act, and this flaw, while serious, is also minor—it can be compensated for after Soul Transformation, and it’s still better than the Grand Void Sword Scripture.”

“True enough.” The old man smiled. “Are you really planning to report this to the sect?”

If we don’t report it here, the junior sect ancestor might never find out.

“What else should I do? This concerns the junior sect ancestor—it’s already beyond what I can handle.” The hall master turned around. “I came to Xuanjian City to accumulate merit to return to the sect and exchange for resources to reach Soul Transformation, not to be the Lin family’s dog.”

The old man frowned: “That’s going too far.”

The Lin family is not arrogant, and their reputation within the sect is quite good.

“Going too far? Look at yourself now—dare you say you don’t regret it?”

High-level cultivators have long lifespans; at the Soul Transformation realm, if they wish, they can retain their youthful appearance until death.

Only if they suffer Dao injuries that damage their foundation will their outward appearance age as well.

The old man showed little reaction to the hall master’s piercing words: “I am simply outmatched.”

“You’re surprisingly sanguine.”

The branch hall master stood with his hands behind his back; earlier that day, three cultivators from the demonic path had turned themselves in, claiming they had been reformed by someone named ‘Chi Jiuyu.’

And their behavior was strange—they seemed to suddenly recall the name only after arriving at the Discipline Hall, then realized it was the junior sect ancestor.

At that moment, he realized there must be a higher-level cultivator accompanying the junior sect ancestor.

Now, hide it and not report it?

Hah, that’s just asking for death…

On the other side, the junior sect ancestor, whom many were thinking of, carried a fresh bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, humming an unknown little tune.

This was the one she bought again—after delivering Zhang Yunlu home, she discovered the previous takeout had gone completely inedible.

After rounding several corners, she entered a secluded, narrow alley.

Yet after walking for a long while, nothing happened—only stray cats and rats darted past.

“Why can’t I even find a mugger?” Chi Jiuyu muttered under her breath.

She deliberately chose these dark, secluded alleys to give those lurking, malicious souls a taste of righteous justice.

But unfortunately, shortly before, the ancient cultivator had emerged from seclusion, followed by a demonic cultivator assault on the city, prompting the Discipline Hall to launch a major crackdown.

The people she wanted to encounter are all locked up now.

Soon, she returned to a wide, brightly lit road.

Hmm…

A blade of light shot into the sky and fled far away.

Mainly because if she didn’t get back soon, this newly bought bowl would also go bad.

…………

After some time, the blade of light descended from the sky and crashed before the villa’s gate.

Chi Jiuyu took the array core Xu Xing had given her from her storage ring, opened a passage, stepped inside, and opened the door—only to find the interior pitch black.

“Senior Uncle! Senior Uncle, why aren’t you turning on the lights? You haven’t gone to sleep already, have you!”

She slipped on slippers and strode with long legs to the living room.

Xu Xing sat on the sofa, a rectangular light screen floating before him, strikingly similar to a Mystic Mirror.

“Senior Uncle, are you watching a movie?” Chi Jiuyu stepped forward, glancing at the screen as she placed the duck blood vermicelli soup on the table before Xu Xing. “Here, this is for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Senior Uncle, no need to be polite—just support me becoming sect leader in the future.”

Xu Xing fell silent.

Chi Jiuyu didn’t mind; she sat down on the sofa beside him.

The screen did not show a movie or a profound cultivation technique as she imagined, but rather a scene of two figures battling in a gray, hazy space. What kind of divine art is this?

One of them was Zhang Yunlu.

“So this is how Senior Uncle helps her practice swordplay,” Chi Jiuyu said, pulling a handful of roasted soybeans from her pocket.

She’d just “borrowed” them from the shop.

What kind of divine art is this? She tossed two beans into her mouth.

At that moment, Zhang Yunlu could no longer hold out—she was beheaded by the sword cultivator’s shadow, whose face shimmered with purple aura.

“Is the sensation inside synchronized?”

“Yes, otherwise it wouldn’t work.”

“Tsk! No wonder her swordplay is so brutal.”

Of course it would be brutal if trained this way.

“Didn’t your senior sister train you this way?”

“No, after I reached Foundation Establishment, my master just dumped me on a planet entirely covered in insects,” Chi Jiuyu replied casually.

Back then, lacking experience, it took her three full months to kill the leader of those insects.

“Senior Uncle, this method is quite interesting.”

In the scene, wisps of gray mist gathered and reformed into Zhang Yunlu’s head.

【Enemy: Qi Refining Ninth Layer Sword Cultivator, Perfect Flowing Cloud Sword Art, Minor Success in Purple Wall Observing Qi Method】

【Target: Eliminate!】

After recovering, Zhang Yunlu grabbed a nearby pill, swallowed it, and began to meditate.

The Minor Success level of the Purple Wall Observing Qi Method is truly not to be underestimated.

Previously, she could easily defeat the sword cultivator shadow with Perfect Flowing Cloud Sword Art—but now, with this Minor Success Purple Wall Observing Qi Method added, she was completely outmatched! Is this the power of anticipating the enemy’s moves?

As her thoughts shifted, her depleted spiritual power had already recovered, and even increased slightly.

But similarly, the sword cultivator shadow’s spiritual power had also increased.

“Again!”

Blade light flared again—Zhang Yunlu charged forward with her sword toward the sword cultivator shadow!

The shadow’s ethereal face shimmered with faint purple aura, and it too charged forward without dodging or retreating.

The swords clashed—this time, Zhang Yunlu’s sword path changed slightly: less ethereal and agile, more fierce and deadly.

Unlike before, where she was constantly restrained, this sudden shift in her sword technique caught the shadow off guard, leaving them momentarily locked in stalemate.

“That’s more like it!” Chi Jiuyu nodded.

Clearly, her daytime guidance had been useful! “Jiuyu, if you were fighting him, how long would it take you to defeat him?” Xu Xing suddenly asked.

“Hmm… Senior Uncle, do you want the modest version or the honest version?”

“Hm?”

“The modest version? He wouldn’t survive one of my strikes.”

“And the honest version?”

“One hand would be enough.”

Quite arrogant—but she truly has the right to be.

“Then… would you like to try?”

“Him? Nah, no challenge.” After a pause, Chi Jiuyu shifted tone. “But if the opponent were a same-level Senior Uncle…”

“Oh?” Xu Xing looked at her and smiled. “You want to fight me?”

“Some things you just have to try to find out,” Chi Jiuyu blinked. “Right?”

“Then let’s try.” Xu Xing tapped a finger—a streak of spiritual light sank into her forehead. “If you can withstand three strikes without falling, I’ll let you fight another same-level senior sister.”

Hearing “three strikes,” Chi Jiuyu was slightly annoyed, thinking her Senior Uncle underestimated her—but upon hearing the latter half, she perked up.

“Fine! That’s your word, Senior Uncle!”

“A gentleman’s word.”

“Even four horses couldn’t drag it back!!”

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