Chapter 1888: The Cannon Roars—Lin Pingzhi Makes His Entrance (Third Chapter, Requesting Subscriptions)

"The Main God never assigns impossible tasks," Liu Jiao mused. "Perhaps we can find another way?"

Zhou Yu spread his hands: "What way? Even if we cooperate with the imperial court, it's useless. We only have three months. And practitioners of the Bixie Sword Art are everywhere—there's no way to kill them all."

At these words, everyone fell silent.

In the original Xiao Ao story, cutting off the Bixie lineage would've been easy.

Just go to Fuzhou and Heimuyai.

As for the imperial court, the Main God's tasks usually don't involve forces outside the plot.

Destroying the Bixie lineage's transmission is fundamentally about disrupting the plot and harvesting the world's primordial essence.

Liu Jiao mused: "Then what do we do? Use the task exemption card now and return?"

Zhou Yu shook his head: "We still have over two months left. Returning now would waste the exemption card too much. You know how rare it is—I won't use it until the last moment."

Hearing this, the others nodded slightly in agreement.

In the Main God's space, failing a task deducts contribution points; once negative, you're erased.

The task exemption card can waive the task, avoid point deductions, and carry no penalty mission.

This thing is incredibly precious.

The group only obtained exemption cards after surviving multiple life-or-death missions.

Naturally, if you can avoid using it, you do.

This thing can save your life.

Liu Jiao nodded: "The captain's right. Should we go challenge them now? With our strength, becoming the number one under heaven shouldn't be hard."

Zhou Yu shook his head: "No. The world has deviated too much—we'd stand out too obviously if we intervened. What if someone's setting a trap? We'd be exposed at once."

"Let's just sit back and watch the show."

Everyone nodded, sipped tea quietly, and began to enjoy the spectacle.

"The arena's set up—why isn't anyone stepping up? I, Wang Tianxing, am first! Who's here to die?"

At that moment, a phantom figure appeared, landing on one of the arenas.

"Wang Tianxing? Never heard of him. Let this old man face you!"

As he spoke, another drifting figure landed on the arena.

Wang Tianxing saw the newcomer and his expression shifted—he grew serious.

Judging by the opponent's martial arts style, this man also cultivated the Bixie Sword Art!

Speed against speed.

It all comes down to personal understanding and depth of cultivation.

This man is older than him—perhaps he's trained longer and has deeper cultivation.

He may not have a chance to win.

Realizing this, Wang Tianxing hesitated no longer—he lunged forward with his sword, choosing to strike first.

Instantly, the arena was filled with flickering swordlight, enveloping the old man.

"Hmph!"

The old man remained calm, drawing his sword in response—his swordplay grew even fiercer, even more domineering.

He turned the Bixie Sword Art into something utterly yang and brutal, leaving the onlookers below stunned.

"Can the Bixie Sword Art be trained like this?"

"This old man's cultivation is incredibly deep!"

While they marveled, a scream rang out—a figure flew off the arena and landed below.

Closer inspection revealed it was Wang Tianxing.

His chest was drenched in crimson blood, gushing steadily; his eyes bulged wide, unblinking, refusing to close.

"Who else wants to play with this old man?"

The old man beamed, gazing down at the crowd, taunting: "Or else, I'll just take the title of Wu Lin leader."

"Old fool, don't get too cocky—let this old woman play with you."

"A woman too?"

"Can a woman castrate herself?"

The crowd stared in disbelief at the ethereal old woman whose movement matched the Bixie martial arts style.

The Bixie Sword Art is the Eunuch's art.

How can a woman use it?

Or is this person originally a man who castrated himself and became an old woman?

"So it's the Old Witch of Xiangxi," sneered the old man. "Back in her youth she was neither man nor woman—now she's castrated herself. Disgusting!"