Chapter 642: I'm not a lecher, I'm having a surge of kindness!

"I admit, your flying sword condensed by special means, plus the astrologer's techniques, lets these flying swords gain solar power enhancement, making their power even greater than I imagined!"

Feng Yanrong watched wave after wave of solar flying swords assault the round dome; her face showed no panic, only an arrogant expression, as she proudly said, "Just, how could our Xiao You's divine ability be something you can break as you wish?"

Although she said that, for some reason Feng Yanrong still felt a bit nervous inside.

This wasn't the first time she had seen her mount Xiao You—namely, the divine ability of the spirit deer she rode, which defended against enemy attacks.

She not only knew her mount Xiao You's defensive divine ability, she had personally tested it, finding it stronger than most defensive spells.

Yet Wang Ping'an's displayed abilities still shocked her to some extent.

She simply couldn't believe that Wang Ping'an, clearly a sword cultivator, would also have the methods of an astrologer.

Moreover, she herself had witnessed that, not only did she play with all her strength, she actually exceeded herself in playing 'The World's First Famous Sword Melody,' producing sword apparatus after sword apparatus, yet she could only exchange ten of her sword apparatus for one of Wang Ping'an's flying swords, leaving her with a clear memory of his solar flying swords.

During this time.

Moreover, she didn't even notice as Wang Ping'an drove one solar flying sword after another to appear within less than half a meter of her, threatening her life, which could vanish in an instant.

It wasn't just one or two, but a vast number of solar flying swords, giving her an even deeper impression of Wang Ping'an's sword cultivator abilities.

At this moment.

Watching Wang Ping'an control one solar flying sword after another attacking the round dome from all directions, even though she personally witnessed it, her mount Xiao You's divine ability, under the first strike of Wang Ping'an's solar flying sword, didn't cause any damage, not even leaving a trace, yet she couldn't help but feel a hint of suspicion in her heart.

Who knows if Wang Ping'an has any other tricks up his sleeve!

Therefore.

While Wang Ping'an controlled one solar flying sword after another to attack her mount Xiao You's defensive divine ability, she not only kept a close watch on his movements but also dared not waste a moment, earnestly playing 'The World's First Famous Sword Melody,' as sword apparatus after sword apparatus shot forth from her strings.

Watching Wang Ping'an's solar flying swords wave after wave assault her mount Xiao You's defensive divine ability, they still caused no harm to the round dome.

Her sword apparatus, exchanged at a rate of ten to one, repeatedly replaced Wang Ping'an's solar flying swords, and only then did she finally let out a relieved breath.

'Just where did this woman come from, and she even has such a mount?'

Although the paper person controlled by Wang Ping'an was some distance from Feng Yanrong, her words were unfiltered; even from far away, he could hear them clearly.

Knowing that the round dome shielding Feng Yanrong and resisting wave after wave of solar flying sword attacks was the divine ability of the spirit deer beneath her, he saw that even after several successive attacks, the round dome still bore no wounds.

His face also couldn't help but show a hint of shock.

Given his current offensive, he held nothing back; not even a Golden Core cultivator, let alone a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, could necessarily withstand it, and he might even lose his life if he wasn't careful.

Who would have thought that a mere mount's divine ability could not only fend off wave after wave of attacks, but also couldn't leave even a single scar on it.

'I don't believe it...' Wang Ping'an coldly snorted to himself, just as he was about to increase his strength to test the exact defensive level of Feng Yanrong's mount's defensive divine ability, a flash of insight crossed his mind, and he suddenly realized:

'My brain must be addled; I have no grudge against her, she's not a bad person but rather a righteous hero. Even if I exhausted my strength to kill her, aside from rewarding merit, not deducting my merit would already be fine. Why waste time here fighting her? I might as well leave now.'

Having thought this, Wang Ping'an rose to leave, but suddenly out of the corner of his eye he noticed an abnormality on the spirit deer bearing Feng Yanrong; from her whole body emanated a mysterious attraction.

This drew the wandering spiritual qi of heaven and earth, which surged from all directions to envelop her, yet she continued playing her tune, not only not stopping but actually increasing her speed.

Wang Ping'an could faintly feel that, as Feng Yanrong's abnormal movements continued, the sword apparatus formed by her playing grew stronger at a visible speed.

'What's going on with her?'

Wang Ping'an stared intently at Feng Yanrong's appearance, barely able to see from her face a hint of sudden realization, and immediately in his mind arose the memory of how his master, having thrown himself into the fray, had tempered himself between life and death, which loosened his years-long bottleneck, broke through it, and allowed his cultivation to break through, as he pondered:

'Could it be that she gained some insight and used this life-and-death battle with me to break through?'

Upon thinking this, Wang Ping'an couldn't help but curse inwardly; he himself had not yet broken through, yet someone would actually use a life-and-death battle with him to break through their bottleneck, which completely showed they didn't take him seriously.

Of course.

Even if he wanted to find an opportunity to break through his cultivation, he had no way.

First, he hadn't even determined what his current cultivation level was; second, although he had trained for a long time—though compared to proper cultivators it's actually not that long—he had never encountered a so-called bottleneck.

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Wanting to rely on battle to seek a great opportunity between life and death to break through one's cultivation is probably difficult.

'Damn, aren't you just freeloading off me?'

Wang Ping'an cursed softly, preparing to leave this place; he was unwilling to do a thankless, unprofitable task, and said: 'Whether you want to break through or not, anyway I'm not playing with you anymore—see what you do!'

He turned around.

As Wang Ping'an was about to leave, out of the corner of his eye he saw Feng Yanrong's beautiful face—cough, cough, he wasn't a lecher, but he suddenly recalled that he was a first-rate good man, and even more, his master had mistaken him for a reincarnation of a great virtuous person; since his master regarded him as such a reincarnation, now encountering someone in trouble, he naturally felt compelled to help.

He naturally ought to lend a hand!

Of course.

He was willing to help Feng Yanrong, not because she was beautiful, but because he saw that she liked to draw her sword to help those in need, and that's why he would help her.

Otherwise.

If it were anyone else, no matter how good-looking, he would never do a thankless, unprofitable task.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang..."

Wang Ping'an dismissed the idea of leaving, continued to control a vast number of solar flying swords, executed every sword technique he knew, almost using all his strength, to feed moves to Feng Yanrong and help her break through her bottleneck.

(End of chapter)