Chapter 411: Crazy Woman

When Yunhe flew out of the passage, he discovered that the battle outside had not yet ended.

Just that.

His corpse refined by the Extreme Joy Ancestor had already become utterly ruined; if it weren't for the death order he left when he departed, the corpse would have clung tightly to Sang Wu and not let him escape, and I'm afraid Yunhe would have even more trouble with the Heavenly Corpse Gu.

As for saying.

The Recluse of Nurturing Orchid had already fled long ago because his physical body was destroyed.

Although the Daoist of Burdened Mountain had not had his physical body destroyed, he was little better; when Yunhe came out, he did not find his trace, and he had probably also fled.

Originally, Yunhe thought that in such a situation everyone should have already fled, but who would have known that when he came out he discovered that the Purple-Clad True Lord was still fighting with Sang Xun and Sang Wan.

Speaking of which, this Purple-Clad True Lord is indeed formidable, simultaneously facing two mid-Fourth Level Abyssal cultivators, and he has actually fought them to this point.

But at this moment the Purple-Clad True Lord's condition was already extremely poor; the hand gripping his sword continually slipped down bright red blood, his complexion was also very pale, yet his gaze remained sharp, facing the two without the slightest intention to retreat, and even his fighting spirit remained vigorous.

Blood seeped from the corner of the Purple-Clad True Lord's mouth.

Sang Wan and Sang Xun's expressions changed simultaneously.

And Sang Wan, who likewise saw this scene, seeing the Purple-Clad True Lord actually abandon defense and launch a fierce attack on Sang Xun, had no choice but to immediately move, charging toward the Purple-Clad True Lord.

「Shatter! 」

However, this time the sword filaments were transformed from shattered swords, not sword qi, and thus not so easy to block.

At this moment she could actually still let out a light laugh.

After a few strikes, he could no longer wield the axe.

Then let her kill!

Her magical treasure flying sword actually had fine cracks appear all over it, and then it shattered into countless fragments of various sizes that shot out.

Now not only is her condition poor, but neither of the two opponents is in good shape either; she has now turned shattered swords into sword filaments, and her power has increased by more than a notch.

Sang Wan wasn't trying to kill her?

Destroying one's own magical treasure is almost no different from self-detonating one's natal magical treasure; for her, this is absolutely a massive injury.

Refine swords into silk!

Speaking, his gaze became even more fierce and ferocious.

Given her current condition, after using this move again there probably won't be much mana left.

Obviously that woman's condition should be much worse than theirs, yet the fight is getting crazier and crazier.

Facing her sharpness, the Purple-Clad True Lord smiled again.

「If she keeps fighting like this, I'm afraid she won't even have the ability to flee. 」

Crack—crack—crack—

「I'll block her, you kill her! 」

Feeling the shattered flying sword, Sang Xun's face showed astonishment.

Hum—

Moreover, her sword is also abnormal; the weaker her condition, the fiercer the sword becomes, making them suffer even more.

And her target is Sang Xun!

In this situation she can't run anymore, so she simply switched to another target.

Sang Xun let out a low shout, gripped the axe handle with both hands, and swung the huge axe with vigorous might, blocking most of the sword qi outside the axe head, only constantly spouting sparks and the clashing sounds of metal.

「Kill! 」

「No matter what, we must behead this person today! 」

「Is this woman crazy? 」 Sang Wan wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Those human cultivators, each running faster than anyone else, could no longer determine whether this mission would succeed or fail, but as long as they beheaded this woman, they could at least count it as some merit.

「She's already at the end of her rope. 」 Sang Xun planted his axe, his chest heaving violently, paused, then continued:

But even so, she still drove all the flying sword fragments to shoot toward Sang Xun.

The Purple-Clad True Lord's gaze was calm, but she could also feel her own condition; even after fighting the two opponents for a while, she had gradually figured out their patterns, and seeing this she realized that Sang Wan had lurked again, preparing a sneak attack.

「Hah. 」

Although clearly at a disadvantage, the Purple-Clad True Lord struck first; his slender sword hummed, and with a 'humm' sound, countless sword qi suddenly appeared.

And under Sang Xun's protection, Sang Wan's body silently concealed itself within the black mist.

「Crazy! Truly crazy! 」

He raised his hand and threw it; the flying sword in his hand shot out like a silver silk ribbon.

On the contrary, when Sang Xun and Sang Wan looked at the Purple-Clad True Lord, they clearly bore a few traces of apprehension, and also some ill omen.

This woman truly doesn't care for her life!

He frantically withdrew and retreated, while waving his axe.

Her target was also very clear.

Pfft—

Countless blood lines burst from Sang Xun's body, and his flesh and blood instantly turned into minced meat.

But Sang Wan also killed to Sang Wan's face.

In her eyes.

Only the Purple-Clad True Lord who had given up resistance.

「Crazy woman. 」

Suddenly.

A helpless voice transmitted into her ears.

The next second.

A earthen‑colored small shield suddenly appeared, blocking in front of Sang Wan's dagger.

Bang!!

A dull thud.

"A Fourth Level top‑grade magical treasure!"

Sang Wan cried out in surprise.

Immediately afterward, a golden sword light slashed toward her, and Sang Wan hastily raised her dagger to block.

Clang!!

Next, a chill pressed in, and Sang Wan had to move aside.

Yunhe, shaking his Ice Phoenix Wings, flashed past in the blink of an eye, taking the Purple‑Clothed True Lord directly out of the hall.

"Ling Ya is dead; your 'Elder Hua' killed him."

Leaving only those words, he fled without looking back.

Hearing those words.

Sang Wan hastily stopped her movements, her face full of disbelief; after glancing at the direction Yunhe and the others had fled, she turned and rushed into the passage.

Along with her were Sang Wu, who had finally defeated the corpse‑refining cultivator, and Sang Xun, whose body had dissipated, leaving only a weak soul infant.

"Crazy woman."

Lowering his gaze to the extremely weak Purple‑Clothed True Lord in his arms, Yunhe's mouth twitched.

Had it not been for the sake of the Wuxiang Sword Lord, and given that Sang Wan, Sang Xun, and the others were in poor condition, he would not have rescued them on a whim.

"How...?"

The Purple‑Clothed True Lord was not completely unconscious; upon seeing Yunhe, he asked weakly.

Could she really not flee like the Hermit of Orchid Mist and the Daoist of Burdened Mountain?

Naturally not.

But if she left, Yunhe would have to face all the Abyssal cultivators; then not only would their mission be impossible, Yunhe himself would also struggle to survive.

Not leaving, to hold back two mid‑Fourth Level Abyssal cultivators single‑handedly, is her self‑ascribed duty.

"It's fine." Yunhe replied calmly.

Human cultivators are deceitful and honey‑mouthed but sword‑hearted; that is how many other races view them, and indeed it is true.

Yet there are no absolutes; among human cultivators there always appear a few "upright and righteous" individuals, and the Purple‑Clothed True Lord is one of them.

Yunhe cannot become such a person, but that does not prevent him from feeling admiration for them.

However.

Admiration is admiration.

He saved the Purple‑Clothed True Lord's life; the Wuxiang Sword Lord ought to show some appreciation, right?

He is quite interested in the Wuxiang Sword Sect's "Wuxiang Sword Formation."

"Wait, what about Old Monster Huangsha?"

Suddenly.

Yunhe realized that their expedition was not just the four of them; there was also Old Monster Huangsha.

He did not know whether Old Monster Huangsha was truly pursuing another Abyssal cultivator or hiding somewhere to avoid this incident.

But even if he avoided this matter, no one could blame him, after all he had indeed dealt with an Abyssal cultivator.

"Forget it."

Yunhe secretly shook his head.

As long as Old Monster Huangsha does not come looking for trouble, he also does not want to provoke Fengdu City; best to put the Xiao Wuxian matter completely behind him, and all will be well.

Without stopping all the way, Yunhe drove his Ice Phoenix Wings to flee the Cang Demon Mountain secret realm.

When leaving the secret realm, he was still rather careful, fearing Abyssal cultivators might be lying in wait outside; thus, although his divine sense detected none after departure, he still used a "Cloud Escape Talisman."

He also did not leave by the original route, but chose a direction where the fighting was relatively smaller in scale.

Fortunately.

He ran fast enough that no one caught up.

After escaping the demon realm, Yunhe then summoned the three flood dragons—Han Yin Jiao and the others—mounted the Purple‑Pattern Wind Chariot, and prepared to return to Tai Xuan City to collect a debt from the Wuxiang Sword Lord.

Upon entering the current human territory, he received information from the Bai Xiao Tower, detailing in full the recent battles between human cultivators and the Abyssals.

The current situation is still relatively optimistic for human cultivators; even when facing two major alien races—the Abyssals and the Sea Clan—single‑handedly, the human side has not fallen behind.

Know that this is merely the early stage of the racial war; although human cultivators have begun to integrate their forces, they are far from having fully united the entirety of human strength.

Even so, being able to fight two races with the strength of one already shows the might of human cultivators.

Of course, trying to fully integrate all human cultivators as the Abyssals and Sea Clan have done is nearly impossible.

Unless a Void‑God old monster emerges to take charge, pressured by his authority, perhaps there is some hope.

However, in the Eastern Border cultivation world, such a "lower realm," Void‑God cultivators have actually exceeded this realm's capacity and are rejected by it.

Therefore, any incarnation cultivator who acts will inevitably suffer some backlash—either loss of cultivation base or loss of lifespan—making them beings who would rather not act at all.

Unless humanity is truly exterminated, they will not act, except for some personal purpose.

Even if humanity were exterminated, they would not care much.

For those hidden incarnation cultivators, nothing is more important than breaking this realm's shackles and ascending to the Earth‑Immortal realm.

If the Void‑God does not appear, even though Tai Xuan Zhengyi Sect and Hei He Valley are the leaders of the orthodox and demonic paths, they cannot fully unite all human cultivators.

And what the Abyssals and the Sea Clan value is precisely this point.

Human cultivators are mostly selfish and deceitful, far less united than the alien races.

In fact, whether it is the Abyssals or the Sea Clan, they have already achieved part of their purpose.

It's impossible to wipe out the entire human race, but they have now successfully seized the territories originally belonging to the various sects of the East Border cultivation world, gaining ample channels to acquire resources.

That's enough.

Therefore, this battle is destined to be a protracted war.

"I just don't know how things are over at Azure Sky Island."

Sitting inside the rain-pattern purple wind carriage, Yunhe put away the Jade Toad and murmured.

"Mm."

At that moment, the Purple Robe True Lord lying on the side of the purple-pattern wind carriage gave a low moan and slowly woke up.

"Purple Robe Dao Friend."

Seeing the Purple Robe True Lord open his eyes, a hint of confusion flashing across them, Yunhe laughed and called out.

"Yun, Yun Dao Friend."

The Purple Robe True Lord had previously fought fiercely against two mid-Fourth-Level Abyssal Clan cultivators; her veil had long disappeared, revealing her face.

Speaking of which, the Purple Robe True Lord is actually not extraordinarily beautiful enough to topple nations; she can only be considered fairly attractive, and Yunhe has seen many female cultivators prettier than her.

But the Purple Robe True Lord possesses a temperament that others lack, like a sword—pure and sharp.

However, her temperament has undergone some change now, revealing the purity of a Ling family maiden, a touch of shyness, and indeed carries a certain charm.

A scarlet hue crept across her snow-white face, and under Yunhe's unguarded gaze, it grew even more vivid.

"Th-thank you, Yun Dao Friend, for saving my life."

Although feeling somewhat uneasy under Yunhe's gaze, the Purple Robe True Lord still performed a solemn salute and expressed her gratitude sincerely.

Yunhe laughed, withdrew his gaze, and waved his hand, saying:

"This is merely a trivial effort on my part; if Purple Robe Dao Friend had not already severely wounded those two Abyssal Clan cultivators, I would not dare to act."

He spoke quite directly, which did not surprise the Purple Robe True Lord.

"I still need to thank Yun Dao Friend."

The Purple Robe True Lord also gradually recovered from her initial discomfort, once again becoming the female sword cultivator of the Formless Sword Sect that Yunhe knew.

However, the Purple Robe True Lord's expression remained somewhat complex.

She had never left the main hall, so she knew the situation relatively clearly.

At that time, the Burden Mountain Daoist fled the passage heavily injured, without avoiding her; indeed, he should have informed her that this secret realm incursion had failed and that she should make a swift escape.

But later she learned from Yunhe that the mission had been completed.

What does that signify?

It signifies that, as a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator of the Grand Mystery Orthodox Sect, the Burden Mountain Daoist failed to accomplish what Yunhe has achieved.

Even though she had long known that Yunhe was no ordinary early-Nascent Soul cultivator, she still regarded him as an equal in realm, yet she could not help feeling surprised by this.

Yunhe naturally also knew why the Purple Robe True Lord gave this second thanks, and he casually said:

"I, Yun Mou, merely got lucky."

The Purple Robe True Lord smiled; she didn't mind Yunhe's perfunctory attitude, merely feeling that her efforts were worthwhile.

Her face suddenly turned pale, her body trembled slightly, and she went limp again.

Yunhe furrowed his brows, swept over his storage bag, took out two restorative elixirs, and handed them over.

"Only after shattering her natal magic treasure did Purple Robe Dao Friend's action truly earn my respect."

Saying that, he also produced a small silk pouch and handed it over.

"Given the shortage of time, I, Yun Mou, have only managed to collect these."

They are all fragments of the Purple Robe True Lord's sword.

This truly surprised the Purple Robe True Lord; she hastily took the silk pouch, felt the familiar aura within, drew a deep breath, and once again sincerely said to Yunhe:

"Thanks."

Before she could finish, Yunhe reached out to stop her, half-jokingly saying: "Don't thank me anymore, Dao Friend; if you truly wish to thank someone, let the Formless Dao Friend come."

Hearing that, the Purple Robe True Lord stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously and said earnestly:

"Purple Robe understands."

Yunhe had only been joking, but he never expected the Purple Robe True Lord to take it seriously.

So when he returned to Grand Mystery City, the Formless Sword Lord came to his door.

(End of chapter)