At that moment, the Demon Lord's greatsword was only 0.01 millimeters away from my neck.
But a moment later, the owner of the knife let me go.
Because I crushed a jade slip.
I have crushed countless jade slips, but this is the one I consider the most perfect.
There was once a hundred servings of deep-fried green onions that smelled like shit placed in front of me, but I didn't cherish them.
I only regretted it when I lost it.
If I had a chance to do it all over again, I would definitely say three words to my master.
I want more!
If I absolutely had to add a quantity, I would say it's...
Ten thousand copies!
As the demonic calamity drew ever closer, Haitang finally remembered the magical artifact her master had given her.
They were in dire straits and had no way to turn the tide.
Having no other choice, he crushed the jade slip as a last resort.
A bucket of fried green beans had already fallen to the ground, but the demon did not react at all.
It raised its right hand, which had transformed into a large sword, and slashed it towards itself!
With her eyes closed, Haitang sighed inwardly, "Master, you've been deceived."
You'd better be more careful!
...
I've heard people say that if someone's knife is sharp enough, the sound of blood gushing from the wound will be like the sound of the wind.
It sounds great, I never expected to hear it for the first time...
"Crunch!" "Crunch!"
Huh? Where's the wind I was expecting? This sound is so eerie.
When Haitang opened her eyes, she was immediately stunned.
The once arrogant and domineering demon was now lying on the ground like a puppy, gnawing on the magical artifacts.
It kept making "crunch" and "crunch" sounds coming from its mouth.
That blissful expression made Haitang begin to doubt whether this was still the Demon of Calamity.
He tentatively straightened up slowly, but the demon didn't react at all.
As he slowly began to form a sword incantation, the Demon of Calamity suddenly moved.
Haitang was startled and instinctively summoned her flying sword.
But the flying sword missed its target.
Because the Demon Lord was already lying on the ground, laughing like a complete idiot.
He recalled his flying sword, aimed it at the demon's chest, and pierced it straight through.
The demon suddenly sprang to his feet, staring in disbelief at the hole in his chest.
He roared, "What have you done to me?"
With a "snap," Begonia crushed another jade slip.
Another bucket of stinky tofu fell to the ground.
The demon, which was originally burning with rage, instantly transformed into a puppy and began to lie on the ground and gnaw on it.
Haitang was immediately excited; this magic weapon was incredibly powerful!
Looking at the demon lying on the ground, Haitang's lips curled into a sinister smile.
Surprised? Unexpected? Happy?
I'm so happy, you son of a bitch!
Prepare to die!
...
Upon returning to her cave, Haitang instantly felt her cultivation level rise by a small step.
Sensing the reappearance of Haitang's aura, Shen Jiao immediately came to her side.
Seeing her apprentice's bloodied and battered state, Shen Jiao frowned and said:
"Why are you in such a sorry state? Is your magic weapon not working properly?"
Haitang said shyly, "It works really well! It's just that I didn't have time to use it at first."
Shen Jiao looked at her suspiciously and said, "You didn't think I was lying to you, did you? So you didn't take it to heart from the beginning?"
Seeing the dangerous look in her master's eyes, Haitang hurriedly said:
"Master, please listen to my cunning explanation. I actually just wanted to hone my own cultivation first."
Only use the magic weapon to save your life in a critical moment.
He looked at his unfortunate apprentice with a scrutinizing expression and sighed.
"It's alright, as long as you pass the tribulation."
"Then come with me to see your advisor first, and I'll report the situation."
...
Shenqing Zhenjun remained in the main hall, but his heart was far from at peace.
If he weren't afraid that his presence might interfere with Haitang's tribulation, he would have already run to the outer sect.
Sensing the familiar presence approaching, Shenqing Zhenjun could only feign composure.
"Greetings, Master." "Greetings, Advisor."
Upon entering the main hall, the two exchanged greetings.
Shenqing Zhenjun hurriedly said, "No need for formalities, Haitang, please tell me what the effects of that magic weapon are."
Judging from your appearance, you must have been through a bloody battle. Didn't it go well?
Haitang said solemnly, "Please allow me to report, Master."
These injuries were sustained before using the magic weapon; the grand-disciple wanted to use the Calamity Demon to hone himself.
Seeing that they were no match for the enemy, they resorted to their magic weapon.
After unleashing the magic weapon, the demon with 50 years of cultivation was practically at my mercy.
Shenqing Zhenjun pondered for a moment and said:
"Begonia, give me the rest of the magic treasures first."
Haitang was shocked to hear this.
He immediately covered his Qiankun bag, took two steps back, and said:
"Master, you can't do this to me! I'll need these magical treasures to overcome my tribulation later!"
The way Shenqing Zhenjun looked at him was like looking at a shameless old man trying to trick a child out of lollipops.
Shenqing Zhenjun said with a wry smile, "Currently, the quantity of this item is limited. Your senior brother Huolin is about to undergo his tribulation, and we need to provide it for him."
Haitang reluctantly took out the jade slip and handed it over, saying unwillingly:
"Master, we've agreed that you must compensate me when the quantity becomes large!"
"Alright, alright, you'll get your share. I'll give you another hundred portions later."
"I want ten thousand servings!"
"Aren't you afraid of being suffocated by the stench?!"
I'd be happy to be suffocated by the stench!
...
Huo Lin stared blankly at his hands.
Having just survived a tribulation, he felt as if he were in a dream.
The demons who come quickly die even faster.
Just as he threw out the magic weapon given to him by the sect leader, the demon with two hundred years of cultivation suddenly became like a starving puppy.
Not only did it pounce on the magical artifact and devour it, but it also became completely defenseless after eating it!
Stab it with a sword and it will wake up once; throw a magic weapon at it and it will offer no resistance again.
This is the first time in decades of cultivation that I've overcome a tribulation so easily...
The thought that once he reached the Golden Core stage, he could go to the Sword Tomb to find his natal flying sword filled Huo Lin with excitement.
...
The main hall of the Shushan Sword Sect.
The once spacious hall was now crowded with people.
The true high-level combat power of the Shushan Sword Sect is basically all in the main hall.
Shenqing Zhenjun looked around and saw that everyone had arrived. He then waved his hand and activated all the restrictive formations.
A series of restrictive magic arrays formed a protective shield, enveloping the main hall like bubbles.
Surrounded by a group of big shots, Ye Feng didn't feel much pressure.
On the one hand, they were all elders of the sect, and on the other hand, he regarded them all as potential diners.
They are all enlightened beings, so naturally it won't be as noisy as a vegetable market.
Shenqing Zhenjun rose and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, spoke:
"Today, I have summoned all my fellow disciples and fellow students here."
There is something that could affect the very foundation of my Shushan Sword Sect for generations to come.
Since the founding of our sect by Ancestor Qingwei, our Sword Sect has enrolled more than 519,000 disciples.
At least 30% of them died at the hands of the demon!
Just a few days ago, Ye Feng, an outer disciple of our sect.
He received a dream from the remnant soul of the previous sect leader and obtained a treasure capable of resisting the demonic tribulation.
"Is this really true?!" The Supreme Elder with a long beard, sitting to the left of the Sect Leader's chair, was the first to speak.
His tone was filled with disbelief.
The Calamity Demon is a negative product of the Heavenly Dao. What in this world can influence it?
"It is absolutely true! Three of my disciples have recently passed through tribulation one after another."
Foundation Establishment disciple Ye Feng, Enlightenment disciple Hai Tang, and Golden Core disciple Huo Lin have all safely passed their tribulations!
Even a demon with two hundred years of cultivation was utterly powerless against this treasure, allowing my disciples to attack at will.
These words immediately caused an uproar in the main hall.
This matter has had a huge impact and is simply too unbelievable.
Sword cultivators, especially those below the Golden Core stage.
Because they don't yet have the blessing of their natal flying sword, their attack power doesn't have much of an advantage compared to disciples of other sects.
Sword cultivators are inherently more powerful than those of other systems when it comes to the Calamity Demon.
This has resulted in a persistently high mortality rate among sword cultivators below the Golden Core stage during their tribulations.
It is true that the overall mortality rate for those undergoing tribulation is 30%, but the mortality rate for those below the Golden Core stage is indeed 40%!
It can be said that every tribulation can be a life-or-death separation.
If we can guarantee the survival rate of disciples below the Golden Core stage during their tribulations, then why should we worry about the Sword Sect not prospering?
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