Chapter 99: The DeBuff Patricide Method (Special Chapter Thanks to the Patron 'Loli Destroyer Fleet')

Xiao Yu wasn’t deliberately showing off.

When she read Romance of the Three Kingdoms before, she only thought Lü Bu killed his adoptive father with casual ease.

Only after activating her Purple Mansion divine ability did she realize “patricide” also required technique and strategy.

In short, patricide has levels—it’s not just about brute force.

Before taking the Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill, Xiao Yu’s patricide realm was roughly equal to Lü Bu’s, summarizable in three words: utmost efficiency.

Lü Bu could easily defeat Ding Yuan in a one-on-one duel, yet he waited until entering Ding Yuan’s command tent.

Only when face-to-face and alone with him did Lü Bu strike—not by shouting “Ding Yuan, I’ll kill you!” outside the camp.

Ding Yuan’s army was part of his strength.

Lü Bu avoided the army entirely when killing Ding Yuan, bordering on ambush; the same was true when he killed Dong Zhuo.

Before taking the Bone-Changing Pill, Xiao Yu’s patricide method was also the most efficient: ambush, assassination, sudden strikes.

She avoided the “adoptive father’s” core strength, striking weaknesses and vital points directly.

After swallowing the Bone-Changing Pill, her entire mind sea became the Purple Mansion, greatly increasing the efficiency of patricide method derivation, expanding her “database,” and seemingly connecting to this world’s “Heaven.”

Xiao Yu could now slightly control the direction of patricide method derivation, choosing less efficient “reckless methods.”

For instance, targeting Xiang Huchen’s Thousand-Mile Eye with stealth assassination.

For Wen Danxia’s “Wind-Yin Sword Teleport,” she abandoned stealth and opted for sudden assault.

In short, merely killing an adoptive father no longer satisfied Xiao Yu.

She had far surpassed Lü Bu, entering a higher realm: not only must she kill the adoptive father, but she must also extract every last drop of value from him.

The “patricide method” that dismantles an adoptive father’s strongest techniques and divine abilities is itself a refined martial art.

Such martial arts can be applied against any enemy and enhance her strength and realm.

Take Xiang Huchen’s Thousand-Mile Eye as an example.

When the Purple Mansion derived the “stealth method to assassinate the Thousand-Mile Eye.”

If a stealth technique could evade even the Thousand-Mile Eye, wouldn’t it be even easier to assassinate others?

But just as Xiao Yu surpassed Lü Bu and entered “Floor Two,” she discovered even higher “patricide realms” above it.

She called out, “Dad,” and both Mr. Lan and the Boss activated Great Patricide.

The Boss was better—he barely kept his Purple Mansion running for a moment.

Mr. Lan activated Great Patricide but triggered no Purple Mansion response.

The Purple Mansion didn’t mark any weaknesses or vital points—it barely reacted.

Because Xiao Yu could kill him at will.

Or rather, with her current strength, every part of Mr. Lan’s body was a “vital point.”

After one evolution of the Purple Mansion, Xiao Yu could slightly control it—directing its derivation and marking Mr. Lan’s vital points.

But it was meaningless.

The gap between Mr. Lan and her was too great; his eyes, mouth, throat, temples, dantian, chest—all were vital points.

Thus came Xiao Yu’s first act of showing off: returning her sword and using only a withered branch.

Without doubt, magic treasures, weapons, and armor are part of one’s strength.

When the Purple Mansion derives the “patricide method,” it accounts for Xiao Yu’s “equipment.”

Abandoning her sword and using only a thumb-thick withered branch, her combat power was certainly inferior to wielding the Purple Lightning Sword.

Yet, Mr. Lan’s patricide method derived a few times.

But once Xiao Yu mastered Mr. Lan’s patterns and quietly comprehended the Mei-Lan Two “Nine Flower Nuances.”

The Purple Mansion fell silent again.

At this moment, Xiao Yu had two thoughts: first, this Mr. Lan dared to show off before her and harbored ill intent—so sorry, I can show off better than you; I’ll show off until you vomit blood; second, since I’ve decided to humiliate him, why not repurpose this waste? Let me test my “Self-Debuff Patricide Method.”

She wondered: Mr. Lan’s greatest strength lies in the Mei-Lan sword intentions—could she, like dismantling the Tiger Soul Seven Killings, derive a new divine intention to counter Mei-Lan’s Nuances?

As her internal force and strength surged, the Purple Mansion could no longer dismantle adoptive father techniques one by one as it had with the Seven Killings’ mysteries.

Because it wasn’t needed—even choosing the least efficient direct confrontation, she could still cut them down.

To activate the Purple Mansion’s derivation against each technique, those techniques must genuinely threaten her life.

Since cultivating internal force via the “Peng Transformation,” it was like daily consuming potent tonics—the adoptive fathers gradually lost their edge.

To restore the adoptive fathers’ threat to kill her, either buff them or debuff herself.

If this experiment succeeded, she’d gain four sword intentions at once: Mei, Lan, Break Mei, Break Lan.

The “Debuff Patricide Method” could also be applied to other adoptive fathers weaker than her.

“Sigh, my control over the Purple Mansion is still insufficient—I must further enhance this divine ability. If only I had another Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill…”

No Ninefold Bone-Changing Pill existed, so Xiao Yu gave herself a DeBuff: snapped her right thumb, abandoning her dominant hand.

Still insufficient.

She snapped her left thumb too, finally using both feet to clamp the branch—only then did Mr. Lan’s Mei-Lan sword intentions threaten her.

“Wow, Mr. Lan, you’re so strong!”

At first, Xiao Yu was upside down, lightly slapping the ground with her palms—her movements agile and swift, dodging left and right through Mr. Lan’s increasingly furious sword qi, though her inverted posture was undignified.

But after adapting to a few moves, an indescribable grace emerged on her body—like willow fluff, or vines swaying in the wind.

No matter how fiercely Mr. Lan’s sword qi slashed, she became a ribbon in the wind—when the qi was strong, her body bent softly, or drifted backward, or gently sideways.

Even still inverted, all observers felt a light, elegant fluidity.

Miss Liu, who cultivated the Nine Flower Sword, felt it even more acutely.

She now believed Mr. Lan, even with Mei-Lan Nuances, was far less elegant and graceful than Xiao Fengxian.

“Damn it, she’s really learned Mei Lan’s sword intention on the spot? No—this isn’t Mei-Lan sword intention at all. Strange, truly strange!”

“You little brat, don’t dodge—use your method that killed the Immortal to fight me head-on!”

Had Mr. Lan not been enhanced by Mei-Lan Nuances, he’d have been furious enough to spit blood.

Even with Mei’s elegance and Lan’s transcendence enhancing him, his twisted face still couldn’t regain composure.

“Mr. Lan, why insult me? Fengxian will satisfy you!”

Xiao Yu cried “Heh!” and spun midair, flipping upright—yet her feet hovered two meters above ground.

And she held the branch only with her right thumb.

Arms extended like a white crane spreading wings, she lightly tapped a nearby plum branch, maintaining perfect suspension; her free left foot kicked the trunk, and her body shot forward like an arrow, arriving at Mr. Lan’s side in an instant.

“Puch!”

The branch traced a graceful, precise arc, slicing through Mr. Lan’s Mei-Lan sword formation and qi with a sound like tearing cloth.

Then, the branch lightly touched the blade of the Purple Lightning Sword.

“Ding~~~” It emitted a crisp metallic ring.

“Ah~~” Mr. Lan felt an odd force travel up the hilt into his wrist—his entire right arm went numb and weak; the Purple Lightning Sword, once so light and familiar, now felt unbearably heavy, slipping from his grip and spinning five or six zhang away before embedding itself with a “puch” into the plum tree trunk.

Before he could recover from shock, another crushing force struck his other arm—his sword flew from his hand again.

“Mr. Lan, I yield!”

The maids had long stopped playing; now their mouths hung open, faces pale as paper.

The Boss was stunned; Shopkeeper Liao’s small eyes bulged; Miss Liu’s expression twisted.

Mr. Lan stood dazed, staring blankly—first looking down at his hands, fingers still trembling uncontrollably.

He looked up at Xiao Fengxian—she had already landed firmly on her discarded shoes and socks, smiling, hands clasped in greeting.

A plum branch stood planted before her; a few withered leaves on its bare twigs trembled slightly in the wind.

Not a single leaf had fallen.

He glanced around and found his Purple Lightning Swords.

The male sword pierced a tree trunk as thick as a bowl, buried to the guard.

The female sword flew farther, severing several branches before embedding diagonally in the ground, nearly swallowed to the hilt.

“How is this possible?” he murmured, then shouted at Xiao Yu in agitation: “What sorcery did you use?!”

“Third Brother, shut up!” the Boss roared.

He bowed solemnly to Xiao Yu: “Miss Xiao, your sword art is divine—no wonder you slew Kong Zan and defeated Zhou Lang. Old Du is fully convinced!”

“Lucky, lucky, just luck!” Xiao Yu grinned.

Miss Liu looked at her with complex expression and said: “Boss, Mr. Lan, we’ve disturbed you enough… sigh, we’ll take our leave.”

The Boss wanted to say something, but after a long look at Xiao Yu, he nodded silently.

“Are you suffering from brain wind?!”

As they left Busi Gui in silence, before the carriage even moved, Miss Liu burst out excitedly.

“Hey, Auntie, how did you know? On the dunes, everyone called me ‘Brain Wind.’” Xiao Yu grinned.

“Do you think I’m joking?” Miss Liu sneered. “If you’d merely defeated Lan Ruomei in a challenge, Busi Gui could only blame bad luck.”

They picked a soft target and hit a hard one.

But you humiliated Lan Ruomei beyond endurance—they’ll never swallow this insult.”

Xiao Yu leaned back on the soft couch, lazily: “Auntie, Busi Gui has one Boss and two patrons—three swords total. Three swords? What’s that?”

Miss Liu was stunned again: this little barbarian was no ordinary girl!

“You’re getting carried away—just beat Lan Ruomei and you think you’re the number one under heaven?”

Xiao Yu said: “Eat how much you can carry—hold the bowl that fits your appetite. I know my limits.”

Forget number one under heaven.

In Tianmen Town, there are many, many people stronger than me, but I’m not showing off in front of them.

Aunt Liu shook her head and said, “The Nine Flower Sword is not suited for combat, and Lan Ruomei is not known for her fighting strength—you cannot use his power to make assumptions about Elder Du and Master Yun.”

Xiao Yu didn’t believe it in her heart.

Just now snapping the fingers wasn’t just about eliminating Lan Ruomei as one of my “fathers.”

Elder Du cultivates hard qi gong, and his vital point was already uncovered by the Purple Mansion.

Too bad I never got the chance to fight Elder Du face to face.

Without directly confronting Elder Du’s “qi” and “spirit,” I cannot perform “specialized destruction.”

Mainly, I lack data.

She didn’t even know the name of Elder Du’s hard qi gong, yet she guessed his cultivation was connected to the Purple Mansion’s deduced killing method.

And when the Purple Mansion deduced counter-moves against the Plum and Orchid Essence, she had not only witnessed the Plum and Orchid Essence, but had even begun to enter its realm, so the deduction proceeded rapidly.

Sigh, in the end, her control over the Purple Mansion was still too weak.

Not to mention Elder Du—the Purple Mansion has files on other “fathers” too.

Like “Cloud-Flying Crane” Xu County Magistrate, the great hero.

He publicly demonstrated the Cloud-Chasing Crane lightness skill, and I saw it with my own eyes.

“Data” is sufficient.

Yet the Purple Mansion did not activate a “specialized counter” against Xu the Hero’s techniques or spiritual intent, even though she voluntarily gave herself a DeBuff.

The Purple Mansion’s divine powers must continue to ascend in realm!

Right now, though its “Dad-Slaying” efficiency is high, it’s still too rigid.

“You’re right, Auntie—I’ll be careful.”

“Moreover, my confidence doesn’t come from my own sword art, but from the depth of the Red Sleeves Pavilion.”

“I am a member of the Red Sleeves Pavilion—the Red Sleeves Pavilion is my great backing.”

“This offense against Master Lan was never my intention.”

“Look at how well-behaved I was when I studied the Nine Flower Sword at the Pacifying General’s Mansion.”

“I sensed their hostility toward you and toward the Red Sleeves Pavilion, so I overdid it slightly.”

No matter what she thought inside, Xiao Yu’s expression remained obedient and receptive.

“Even you noticed.”

Thinking of the Grand Chief’s and Lan Ruomei’s strange attitudes toward her, Aunt Liu’s face darkened.