"You killed my senior sister! How could you be so cold-blooded!"

A naive disciple of the Wanmiao Sect, seeing the female cultivator with the severed wrist die, drew his sword with tears in his eyes and loudly accused Liu Yunqing.

Liu Yunqing, wiping the blood from the spirit dagger, didn't even lift his eyelids as he said:

"Then avenge her."

"You, you..."

The female cultivator was furious for a long time, but she didn't push her sword forward even an inch, watching helplessly as Liu Yunqing and Song Jiansheng left.

Song Jiansheng glanced back at the group of injured female cultivators, followed Liu Yunqing's steps, and only after walking a considerable distance did he say:

"Why didn't you kill them all? If you kill them all, no one will report it."

Liu Yunqing rolled her eyes at Song Jiansheng and said irritably:

"I'm not a serial killer who will kill anyone who messes with me."

Most importantly, she killed the female cultivator with the severed wrist because the woman with the severed wrist attacked first, so killing her was no big deal.

If she kills everyone, the people of the Myriad Wonders Sect will not be able to ignore it.

Neither attracting suspicion nor drawing more attention is what Liu Yunqing wants right now.

Although Chunyu Changfeng promised to protect her, if he could truly protect her openly and honestly, why would he need to give her the Mask of No Form?

Song Jiansheng, unaware of her thoughts, looked at Liu Yunqing with a strange expression and said:

"You don't seem like a rogue cultivator at all."

Liu Yunqing raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Jiansheng, who rarely spoke casually, and said:

"So what if I'm a rogue cultivator? So what if I am?"

Song Jiansheng didn't think he was talking nonsense, and said with a very serious expression;

“You are too rule-abiding, too concerned with cause and effect and morality, and have too little desire for material things. You are not only unlike a rogue cultivator, but even... very suitable to be a sword cultivator.”

Liu Yunqing neither agreed nor disagreed with these words, simply nodding and changing the subject:

"Then I know what a rogue cultivator should be like."

"What kind?"

Song Jiansheng's serious expression faltered slightly, and he blurted out a question without thinking.

Liu Yunqing's relaxed and leisurely expression instantly turned cold and stern. He formed hand seals and rapidly released two fireballs in one direction, saying:

"Of course that's true!"

Song Jiansheng immediately realized something was wrong, and his long sword moved faster than anyone else's, chasing after Liu Yunqing's attack.

A muffled groan came from a hidden spot in the distance, and then two people rolled out—it was Ai Min and Ai Jie.

"It really was you two. Do you have a death wish?"

Ai Min and Ai Jie were clearly ruthless people. Seeing that Liu Yunqing had discovered them, they simply charged at the two of them without saying a word.

"Good timing!"

Song Jiansheng recalled his longsword and took the lead in confronting Shang Aijie.

Today, Aijie seems to have made ample preparations. The quality of his boxing gloves looks much better than on the day of the mission, which has boosted his confidence considerably.

Seeing Song Jiansheng approaching with a sword, he gritted his teeth and threw a full-force punch at Song Jiansheng.

With a loud "boom," the two men, one wielding a sword, flipped backward while the other landed on his fist, staggering back several steps before finally coming to a stop, resulting in a draw.

While the two were still tentatively pulling at each other, Liu Yunqing's side was already engaged in a heated exchange.

To be precise, it was Ai Min carrying a large sword who was relentlessly pursuing him, while Liu Yunqing was simultaneously performing hand seals in combat and trying to widen the distance between them.

But the other party had clearly planned ahead and didn't give Liu Yunqing a chance to create distance.

"I know that Fellow Daoist Zhenru's precious bow is extremely powerful, so I can only bully you a little bit."

As Ai Min spoke, she had a smile on her face and tilted her head cutely, but the large sword she was wielding, which seemed disproportionate to her, was anything but cute.

As Liu Yunqing quickly formed hand seals to fight, the same thought that Song Jiansheng had in mind came to mind: these two siblings had been hiding their true strength!

Now, with both of them going all out, they fought to a standstill for a time.

Fortunately, although the two had their plans, they also made some mistakes.

They only considered the power of the Purple Spirit Bow and the fact that Liu Yunqing was not good at close combat, but they did not consider Liu Yunqing's fire ability.

They hadn't anticipated that Liu Yunqing's fire could be controlled in ways they couldn't even imagine.

Therefore, when a small flame the size of a candle appeared next to the watermelon-sized fireball released by Liu Yunqing, he chose to block the large fireball without hesitation.

Aimin's slash was incredibly powerful; the moment it touched the fireball, it shattered it into pieces, resembling the fireworks of a traditional New Year's performance.

In this situation, no one noticed a small, soft "hiss" sound, like a spark falling into water.

Ai Min continued swinging her knife, and seeing Liu Yunqing take a few steps back, looking at her with a smile but saying nothing, she felt strange, but still provocatively said:

"Hey, wasn't it supposed to be a one-arrow kill on the Aoki Giant Ape? How come even I... uh, what's going on?!"

Ai Min's large ring-shaped knife suddenly fell to the ground with a "clang," and she herself deflated like a punctured leather bag, collapsing limply to the ground.

Unfortunately, no matter how terrified she was, she couldn't utter a sound and died without ever knowing how she had been attacked.

Only Liu Yunqing looked with satisfaction at the small, scorched hole that ran through Ai Min's neck.

Silently, without even a drop of blood flowing.

Who says the power of magic depends on the magnitude of its aura?

It's just a stereotype about monks.

However, Liu Yunqing was quite satisfied with this stereotype.

"Emin!!!"

Obviously, nothing can satisfy everyone.

For example, Ai Jie now.

Perhaps it was a sibling connection, but Ai Jie, who was locked in a fierce battle with Song Jiansheng, felt his heart pound wildly the moment Ai Min fell to the ground.

He turned his head and saw his younger sister lying down silently.

Ai Jie's eyes turned red, and with a roar, he launched a frenzied attack on Song Jiansheng, not caring whether he would get hurt.

This sudden outburst did indeed throw Song Jiansheng into a bit of a panic, and Liu Yunqing saw this and rushed forward to help.

Seeing that Liu Yunqing was drawn over, Ai Jie, who was attacking recklessly, had a look of madness in his eyes.

The moment Liu Yunqing approached, Ai Jie's body suddenly began to inflate, his already towering frame rapidly expanding.

"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!"

Both Liu Yunqing and Ai Jie were aware of the problem, but they were too close to Ai Jie, and the other party clearly wanted to drag them down with him, so he would not easily let them back away.

Hahahaha!

"Die with me, all of you!!!"

"Anyone who dares to kill my sister will be damned! Hahahaha, huh?"

"Sizzle—"

Looking at his shrinking body, Aijie's eyes flashed with astonishment. What was going on?

Wasn't it supposed to explode? Why did it shrink? Why is my body out of my control?

He looked at Liu Yunqing in alarm, only to see the other party nod seriously and say:

"You should go and keep your own sister company."

Aijie died.

"We didn't kill the wrong people; these two are professional cultivator robbers."

Just as Liu Yunqing saw Ai Jie breathe his last, Song Jiansheng came over with two storage rings in his hand.

Liu Yunqing looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Song Jiansheng, her eyes filled with a strange expression.

Goodness, it seems sword cultivators are really poor. The speed at which they collect loot is so fast that even the wind might not be able to catch up.

Achoo—!

Outside the secluded retreat room of the Shangqing Sect's true disciples.

Feng Piaopiao, who had successfully completed his foundation building, was feeling quite pleased with himself when suddenly he sneezed loudly in the clear sky, which made him furious and he started cursing:

"Who! Who's talking about me behind my back?!"