Chapter 795: May You Spare Us?

High in the sky, several Jianyi disciples converged.

None of them were old; the eldest was barely in his mid-thirties.

She gazed down at the mountain below, her voice cool: "I wondered why my little sister Leng Jin wasn't seeking Sacred Spirit energy—turns out she found someone ascending here."

Where was the haughty slave-mistress Leng Jin had been just moments ago?

She replied obediently: "Senior Dongfang, the disturbance from within the mountain is substantial—it's likely a Jiang Jing high-stage cultivator."

Dongfang Ning: "Still haven't found the person?"

Leng Jin's expression darkened; she muttered: "The Ice Butterfly squad is still searching."

Dongfang Ning spotted an Ice Butterfly disciple flying over the peak—her gaze was as contemptuous as one would fix on a lowly insect: "Useless trash."

"Senior Dongfang, don't anger yourself. If she offends your eyes, I'll kill her." Leng Jin reached down, energy surging in her jade-like hand.

"Swoosh~ Swoosh~"

Sixteen flying swords shot out, piercing straight toward the mountain.

More precisely, they targeted the Ice Butterfly female disciples frantically searching the slopes.

"No! Don't!"

The middle-aged woman gasped in horror, snapping her head upward.

The Ice Butterfly Divine Art—Frost Perception—allowed Ice Butterfly devotees to form a subtle bond with frost and snow, sensing all things within them.

Notably, such frost and snow could be either self-generated by Ice Butterfly disciples or naturally occurring in the environment.

Thus, the moment Leng Jin casually hurled her swords, the Ice Butterfly devotees below instantly sensed them.

"Please, I'm about to find him—I—"

The woman begged in trembling voice—her words cut short.

"Ssshh! Ssshh!"

Blades pierced flesh!

The speeding swords instantly pierced through the Ice Butterfly disciple's skull, heart, limbs—

A living person was nailed to the mountain peak.

Even in her final second, she never thought to flee—she only begged.

Perhaps she knew deep down she could never escape Leng Jin's killing strike.

Or perhaps, in years of servitude, this Ice Butterfly disciple had already been utterly broken by Leng Jin—daring not even to consider resistance.

With the Ice Butterfly disciple dead on the spot, the two remaining male Ice Butterfly disciples searched with even greater desperation.

They had no time to grieve for their comrade.

Their hearts held only fear—they wanted only to find the ascending cultivator in the mountain!

The weak had no rights in this world.

Perhaps in the mortal realm, they were revered greats, beloved guardians of the cities.

But here, they were merely wretched slaves, breathing the air others allowed them.

"Little sister Leng Jin, you're cruel."

High above, Dongfang Ning's lips curled as she turned to the younger disciple.

Leng Jin smiled and nodded: "She's always whining—I find her annoying too."

Her lovely face, faint smile, and bright eyes seemed so beautiful.

As if the one who had just cruelly executed a servant wasn't her.

"If you can't find him, cut down the mountain," spoke the tallest of the four Jianyi disciples.

Her eyes were equally cold as she looked down at the mountain: "Don't delay us in gathering Sacred Spirit energy for Lord Jianyi."

The shorter woman immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes—if this were one of our own, she'd have reached Jianyi Peak by now and settled before ascending."

In just a few sentences, they all agreed on the decision.

Normally, Jianyi disciples were aloof and uninterested in others' affairs.

But this was Sacred Spirit Mountain!

If someone was ascending, they couldn't ignore it.

If you ignore them today, a week from now, a month, a year—this Jiang Jing cultivator might stand before you, blade drawn.

"Huuu!!"

Leng Jin raised her right hand.

High in the sky, a massive ice sword began forming.

Jianyi Divine Art—Frosty Nine Provinces!

"Ah!"

"Found him! Someone's here!" the two Ice Butterfly disciples shouted.

At some point, a tall figure had appeared atop the snowy peak.

He bore four Tang blades, gazing upward, calling out: "Seniors, might you spare us?"

Though he spoke thus, Lu Ran held no hope.

He was merely observing the Jianyi disciples—those two Ice Butterfly devotees? Not worth a second thought.

Lu Ran's gaze finally settled on the middle-aged woman.

Her aura—

She was likely a Hai Jing great.

Damn it!

This time, it's life or death!

Lu Ran was deeply wary, his mind racing.

Should he instantly teleport back to the cave and take Deng Yu away?

What's the difference from interrupting Deng Yu's ascent?

At this moment, Deng Yu was already connected to this realm—limitless energy surged into the mountain.

If Lu Ran took her away, the endless flow of celestial energy would be severed.

Could he find another place, start anew, and reconnect?

"Instant teleportation? He's a Qiang Xiu disciple?" The shorter woman's face darkened.

Then the ascending cultivator inside the mountain is likely also a Qiang Xiu disciple!

This is bad.

Noble, haughty Jianyi disciples stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

But the Divine Qiang Xiu was also a First-Class Divine Art!

Qiang Xiu Divine Art—Piercing Cloud Shadow—made Qiang Xiu disciples elusive and terrifying in combat.

"What a handsome young man," Dongfang Ning murmured in surprise.

"Yes, so young," Leng Jin narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering.

After so long killing in Sacred Spirit Mountain, she'd only seen middle-aged and elderly faces—she hadn't seen someone her age in ages.

No—he was clearly even younger.

In the mortal world, perhaps he was still in university?

"Hmph." The tall woman sneered, coldly eyeing Lu Ran, commanding: "Leng Jin, strike."

Leng Jin disliked the senior's arrogant tone, but she held her tongue.

She raised her hand, tightly linked to the frost giant-sword in the sky, a flicker of cruelty in her eyes.

You're this young and you've come to Sacred Spirit Mountain—you must be a chosen child of heaven!

You absolutely cannot be allowed to live!

Leng Jin didn't believe this single strike would kill him outright.

But this sword would surely disrupt the Qiang Xiu disciple's breakthrough inside the mountain!

That man must not ascend!

Mercy toward an enemy is cruelty toward oneself.

Perhaps this young Qiang Xiu disciple on the peak, to protect his companion, would unleash the Qiang Xiu sect's ultimate technique—Heaven-Piercing Divine Spear—to resist my Frosty Nine Provinces?

Come, try it!

"Since you won't spare us…" Lu Ran's voice rose again from the mountain peak.

But before he finished speaking, his figure vanished!

Leng Jin's face changed—she sensed energy shifting beside her and instinctively stepped aside.

"Shhh~"

A figure suddenly appeared beside the tall woman—a brilliant glow flashed past!

The tall woman was clearly prepared—she sneered, raising her sword to block.

A sharp *crack*.

The tall woman's expression shattered.

The sword in her hand was infused with potent divine power—a powerful divine weapon in its embryonic form.

Yet this sword had been chipped by the radiant blade?!

That wasn't all!

A terrifying force surged through the sword, numbing the woman's grip—she nearly lost her hold on the blade.

But at this moment, she had no time to ponder the source of that immense force.

Because the Radiant Light Blade, pressed against the sword's body, continued its brutal horizontal slash!

With overwhelming, unstoppable momentum!

The razor-sharp Radiant Light Blade tore straight through Jiang Pin's Water Flow Armor, instantly ripping open the tall woman's robe.

"Ahh!!" The tall woman screamed in pain—her robe torn, blood spurting from her chest.

One must admit, Jiang Pin's flying sword truly moved at incredible speed!

Had the woman's flying sword not retreated in an instant, she would have been sliced clean in half by the Radiant Light Blade.

"How dare you!" Dongfang Ning, both shocked and furious, flung over a dozen flying swords.

Simultaneously, a crushing pressure surged toward Lu Ran.

Lu Ran's body stiffened.

Damn it!

No wonder she's a Sea Realm—this pressure is terrifying!

Lu Ran leaned forward, feigning pursuit of the tall woman, his figure flickering again.

Dongfang Ning's face darkened with anger; she scanned the surrounding energy fluctuations, then hurled several flying swords toward Leng Jin's side.

"Swoosh~ Swoosh~"

With the sound of slicing air, Lu Ran truly appeared beside Leng Jin!

His feint had been uncovered by Dongfang Ning.

Then again, Lu Ran's goal was to prevent Leng Jin from bringing down the Frost Great Sword.

His target was clearly Leng Jin!

Silent Night Blade: "Behind you!!"

The eternally silent Silent Night Blade finally transmitted its warning.

"Shhh~"

Lu Ran's spine chilled—he broke out in a cold sweat!

Jiang Pin's Water Flow Armor, beneath Leng Jin's flying swords, was as fragile as paper.

Just as the swordtip barely pierced Lu Ran's Water Flow Armor, his figure flickered away.

True escape from death!

The four Jian Yi disciples scattered in retreat; seeing this, their faces turned pale.

Is this the Divine Technique of the Corpse Spear: Piercing Cloud Shadow?

No! Something's wrong!

Leng Jin retreated rapidly, her mind reeling.

His casting had no wind-up—no movement, no hint, not even a fraction of a second before he teleported.

Though the difference between the two techniques was minuscule, the timing gap was nearly negligible.

But that tiny sliver of time was enough for a flying sword to pierce his spine.

This technique is definitely not Piercing Cloud Shadow!

This is…

Evil Dog Heresy: Evil Shadow Flash?

Could this impossibly young man really be a disciple of the demonic sect?

Leng Jin's mind raced—and in that instant, her connection to the frost great sword above vanished.

Such a cataclysmic technique demands extreme focus from the caster.

Earlier, Leng Jin's thoughts had been scattered, but never as utterly shattered as now.

"Aaaahhh!!"

A sudden, piercing scream left the others stunned.

No one knew what had happened—they only saw the tall woman retreating frantically, shaking her head wildly.

In truth, Lu Ran, having escaped death, had not attacked again—he appeared over ten meters directly in front of the tall woman.

One second earlier, the tall woman had been furious.

One hand clutched her torn chest, her eyes locked on Lu Ran, the other raised, ready to strike.

At that exact moment, a deep, alluring crimson flickered in Lu Ran's eyes.

Heresy: Thread-Gazing Eye!

The tall woman screamed and flew backward.

Dongfang Ning was beyond furious!

Sensing Lu Ran vanish again, she whipped her sleeve violently.

Instantly, flying swords rained down, engulfing the tall woman from every angle.

Full coverage—no blind spots!

To save her comrade—and to kill that elusive young man!

"Swoosh~ Swoosh~ Swoosh!"

Sharp blades flew past—but Lu Ran did not appear.

"Crunch!!"

In his place, two rows of razor-sharp canine teeth clamped down fiercely on the tall woman's waist.

"Aaaahhh!!" The tall woman shrieked.

Her scream was shrill, her hair wild and disheveled.

Where was the woman who had mocked and commanded just moments ago?

Under the torment of Thread-Gazing Eye, her Water Flow Armor was already unstable.

Those two rows of powerful canine teeth, amid the storm of flying swords, shattered the tall woman's Water Flow Armor outright!

After shattering the armor, the teeth weakened slightly—failing to cut her cleanly in half.

But they tore her waist and abdomen into a bloody, mangled mess—horrifying to behold.

One after another, gaping holes gushed blood.

Dongfang Ning's face turned ashen.

Her flying swords had been precisely aimed—yet the teeth appeared right at her comrade's waist, evading every single blade.

The shortest woman stood frozen, watching her companion fall, too terrified to chase after her.

Two more rows of canine teeth erupted above the tall woman, rushing downward into her mouth.

"Crunch!!"

This time, it was a true, clean severance at the waist.

And that flickering, vanished young man…

"Senior Elders!" came the young man's voice from the mountain peak.

All of them looked down immediately.

There stood Lu Ran, exactly where he had been—never having moved.

His face was grim as he swept his gaze over the three elevated Jian Yi disciples: "Those who opposed are dead.

Now, will you kindly step aside?"

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