Chapter 126, Chapter 12: The Sickly Beauty of the Cultivation World
Under the sect leader's mocking gaze, he smiled and plunged the short sword into his heart.
"Hurry, run!"
Jiang Wanheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed forward without thinking too much.
"Ah Wan!!"
The moment the short sword pierced her heart, an ancient and majestic aura suddenly spread out from Yu Wanwan.
Jiang Wanheng took only one step forward before being blasted away by that invisible aura and falling next to Chu Yansheng.
"Pfft, cough cough..."
"Senior brother!"
Chu Yansheng struggled to climb to his side, helped him up, and looked at him with worry in her eyes.
Jiang Wanheng shook his head slightly, his brows furrowed, looking up at the sky with a mixture of confusion and worry.
Chu Yansheng pursed her lips and suddenly looked up.
"Sister Wan! Do you know Ji Zhi's identity? Do you know what he has done?!"
The questioning voices reached Yu Wanwan's ears from below.
Yu Wanwan simply lowered her eyes, her face full of tenderness.
"Of course I know who he is."
"Then why..."
"The one who doesn't know is you."
Yu Wanwan was too lazy to say anything more, and turned her gaze back to the sect leader, licking her lips.
"I gave you a chance, but now it's too late to run away!"
The short sword at his heart turned into a green light and dissipated, condensing into a long whip that landed in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, the long whip whipped up a gust of wind, swirling with petals as it lashed towards the sect leader.
Those petals were beautiful and harmless, containing not a trace of murderous intent.
It didn't seem like a fight or murder; rather, it was like a dreamlike shower of flowers.
The sect leader's brow twitched wildly, and his hair stood on end.
He didn't meet the attack head-on; instead, he instinctively leaped backward, avoiding the oncoming petals.
"ah!"
Where the petals passed, a scream rang out.
Those controlled puppets were all torn to pieces by those inconspicuous flower petals!
Looking down at the dismembered corpses below, some not even complete, the sect leader felt a lingering fear.
His face was terribly gloomy, whether from feeling looked down upon or from the fact that he had just stepped back first, it was hard to tell.
"Arrogant!"
The sect leader gave a low shout, and Zhenyue burst forth with a thick, earthy-yellow light as he slashed out with his sword.
The sword energy condensed into an invisible mountain, pressing down on the figure that rushed towards them amidst a shower of petals.
It turned out to be the true sect leader's sword unexpectedly revealed!
Instead of retreating, Yu Wanwan advanced, her long whip suddenly turning to meet the mountain that exuded terrifying pressure.
The whip's shadow and the sword's intent collided fiercely!
The petals were shattered by the shock, turning into a misty powder that spread outwards.
And the mountain-like sword shadow split and dissolved in an instant.
Yu Wanwan's figure did not stop at all.
From beginning to end, she never glanced at the sword shadow; her eyes were only on the sect leader.
"You're still using the sect leader's moves? If you don't show your true skills, you won't even have a chance to struggle!"
The long whip was wielded with great force, carrying a flurry of flower petals and making the air crackle.
The sect leader's hands trembled slightly as he dodged left and right, somewhat awkwardly avoiding the long whip that was so fast it was just a blur, a sense of gravity rising in his heart.
This woman's power is extremely strange; it may not seem strong, but it is incredibly difficult to deal with.
She was not exactly the same as the flower-planting girl from the Hundred Herbs Palace that he knew well; in fact, she was completely unrelated!
He decisively abandoned the sect leader's sword, his evil aura no longer concealed, completely overshadowing the righteous aura of the Xuan Tong Sword Sect leader.
A large sword, seemingly dripping with blood, appeared in his hand.
The moment the blood-stained blade was drawn, the world changed color, and the spiritual energy lingering above Yunmeng Marsh was replaced by the thick, bloody stench.
"What is that?!"
Such an obvious evil aura was clearly visible to those below.
A sense of shock and bewilderment mingled among the people below.
Chu Yansheng, in particular, stood there dumbfounded, staring at the evil-looking sect leader, her new master.
"That is..."
The "Sect Leader" didn't even glance at them, and without dodging any further, charged forward with his sword in hand.
As soon as he advanced, Yu Wanwan withdrew her whip and retreated defensively.
Her face grew paler and paler, and blood gushed from her lips as if it were free.
It's clear that they've already started to struggle.
The whip and the blood-stained blade clashed, but the blood-stained blade ultimately prevailed.
The figure of the "Sect Leader" had already arrived in front of her, and a large, ominous blade filled with endless resentment came crashing down on her head.
"Palace Master Yu, do you still have the strength to fight?"
However, the panic he had imagined after being approached was not what he expected.
Instead of retreating further to create distance between them, Yu Wanwan took a step forward.
The smile on his face became even gentler, so gentle it was almost eerie.
The sect leader's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
"Yes, I have!"
A light, cheerful sound fell.
The long whip, which had been firmly suppressed by the blood blade, suddenly flashed with a streak of light and transformed into a huge iron hammer in an instant.
"Sect Leader": ? ? ?
Yu Wanwan swung her slender arm, which looked as if it would break at any moment, and brought down a hammer that was larger than her entire body.
He panicked and hastily drew his knife to block.
The hammer and the knife collided, producing a loud bang.
The shock made his hands go numb, and he retreated repeatedly.
"Cough cough cough..."
Yu Wanwan wasn't much better off than him; she coughed up more and more blood, staining her entire lips and chin crimson.
That already unhealthy face was now so white it looked like a paper doll!
A look of wild joy flashed in the "Sect Leader's" eyes. Ignoring the pain in his tiger's mouth, he once again drew his sword and went into battle.
"You're at your last gasp! Let's see how long you can hold out!"
Yu Wanwan, supporting herself with the sledgehammer, stuck out her tongue and licked away the blood from the corner of her lips.
Those eyes, glistening with tears from coughing, lifted, burning with an almost manic excitement.
"I also want to know how long this body can hold out for me!"
Before he could finish speaking, the second hammer blow came crashing down with an even fiercer whoosh.
"???"
The "Sect Leader" was shocked and enraged, and was forced to raise his sword to parry again.
This hammer blow was even more powerful and ferocious than the one before.
It was as if she wasn't the one who had just coughed up blood.
He was hit so hard that his blood surged and he couldn't stop retreating.
Yu Wanwan, once again, coughed up a mouthful of blood due to the violent recoil.
She didn't care at all, and this time she didn't even bother to wipe it.
His body trembled slightly, but his eyes shone with an alarming light as he charged forward again, swinging his sledgehammer.
The sound of hammers and knives clashing together was incessant.
The "Sect Leader" belatedly realized how foolish his act of deliberately closing the distance to engage in close combat had been!
In long-range combat, she at least restrained herself a bit, giving him some room to dodge.
But now it's close combat...
This woman is like a machine that has been turned on; she's incredibly fierce!
The "Sect Leader" gritted his teeth and, taking advantage of the moment when she bent over and coughed up blood again, immediately retreated, freeing himself from the shackles of the iron hammer.
However, before he could even adjust his state, a relentless barrage of attacks arrived.
As he retreated, the iron hammer transformed into a long whip and attacked him.
Next, all the powerful beings in the cultivation world who were still awake witnessed a crushing defeat that was hardly a sight to behold.
Yu Wanwan's attacks were like a storm.
Giant hammers, battle axes, swords, spears, halberds...
Whips, silk, silver needles, hidden weapons...
Every weapon and magical artifact she could name was constantly intertwined in her hands, dazzling the onlookers.
And there are also vines and branches that occasionally sprout up to support it.
Whether the "Sect Leader" kept his distance or engaged in close combat, she kept him firmly under her control.
Everyone could see that she wasn't very skilled at using these weapons; most of the time, she was just firing randomly.
But she had so many weapons!
They employ a variety of tactics and launch attacks in rapid succession, giving people no chance to react.
That's absolutely outrageous and unreasonable!
The one who was most moved was the "Sect Leader" himself.
He could sense that he was stronger than her in terms of combat power.
But he had no room to maneuver.
Her attacks were too fast and unpredictable; whenever he found an opening to counterattack, she could immediately change her tactics.
He felt extremely frustrated by the beating!
But the woman looked like she was on her deathbed, barely clinging to life.
Fresh blood kept oozing from her seven orifices, and her frail body would spasm and tremble from time to time due to the excruciating pain.
It was as if she was the one being suppressed and beaten without any power to fight back!
The sect leader is going crazy!
And finally, I clearly realized it.
Her coughing up blood and frail appearance was not because her body was about to give out.
Her trembling wasn't due to physical discomfort, but because...
excited.
That's right, it's excitement!
That woman is insane!
Unfortunately, it's too late to realize this now.
He couldn't bother to defend against the incoming attack anymore. He took the fatal blow and pulled out a talisman, which he then tore into pieces.
The moment the talisman was torn apart, a tiny figure formed from blood mist suddenly shot out from between his eyebrows and fled towards the horizon without looking back.
The sect leader's body went limp and he fell to the ground, scattering petals and grass.
With a wave of her hand, Yu Wanwan caused the trees in Yunmeng Marsh to grow wildly, instantly forming a vast, towering canopy that blocked out the sun.
Thick branches and vines intertwined to form a giant net, trapping the fleeing little man inside.
Did I give you permission to leave?
A gentle, smiling voice rang in my ears.
The blood mist figure, with a face completely different from the sect leader's, huddled in the plant net, its eyes filled with fear.
"Palace Master Yu! I know I was wrong! Please forgive me!"
Yu Wanwan chuckled softly, her body limp and harmless.
"No, you can't!"
She clenched her fist, and the plant net instantly contracted.
When the mesh touched him, the blood mist figure could feel that the life force within him was rapidly draining away and transferring to her.
It's not the life force of his clone, but his true body far away in the cosmic ocean!
His pupils trembled violently as he struggled desperately, but to no avail.
He couldn't break free from that impenetrable net and could only watch helplessly as life slipped away.
In the end, all life was extinguished, turning into an invisible wisp of smoke, which was blown away by the wind into the air.
In the distant universe, in a tranquil palace, a person with the same appearance as the Blood Mist figure instantly turned to sand and vanished without a trace, attracting no one's attention.
Yu Wanwan let out a breath, her body went limp, and she fell from the air.
"Ah Wan!"
Jiang Wanheng struggled to reach for it.
But before he could get up, he saw the petals on the ground quickly curl up and, together with the vines and branches, weave together to form a soft and elegant throne.
The falling figure landed on the throne without being hurt even a hair on its head.
"..."
Jiang Wanheng stood there, feeling a mix of emotions—heartache, complex feelings, confusion, and surprise—overwhelming him, unable to find a way to process them.
Before he could sort out his thoughts, a dark cloud suddenly gathered on the horizon, with lightning flashing through it.
Cultivators in the cultivation world are no strangers to such cloud formations.
"Is that a tribulation cloud? Is she about to advance in rank?"
"It doesn't seem like it. These tribulation clouds are even more terrifying than when I advanced to the Mahayana stage. Could it be that she is about to directly advance to the Tribulation Transcending stage?"
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