Amidst towering peaks, a graceful figure darted across a mountaintop, and with a casual wave of her hand, a sword spirit suddenly appeared.
An Zhengzheng practices swordsmanship using qi, the biggest advantage of which is that the shape can be changed at will, making it highly deceptive.
But it is also the most difficult, because the control of spiritual energy and soul cannot be biased. If it is slightly biased, it means that the sword will no longer be sharp.
Day after day, night after night, An Zhengzheng never became distracted.
Therefore, when the martial arts tournament arrived, she calmly followed Master Suotang to the gate of Siyue Sect.
The master and his disciple stood beneath the massive white marble gate, watching their disciples come and go.
"Your master... and those of you who cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, are terrifying."
Master Suotang looked at the empty seat next to An Zhengzheng and couldn't help but scratch his head. "Cultivators like to spar, but you ruthless cultivators... when it comes to severing emotions and desires, you really have no interest in anything!"
Apart from An Zhengzheng, there wasn't a single disciple of the Ruthless Path.
An Zhengzheng, however, remained remarkably calm and said, "Perhaps I'm a bit eccentric... and quite combative."
This was due to being raised at home in a previous life.
A vast fortune will amount to nothing if you don't fight for it.
Therefore, An Zhengzheng finds it hard to understand why many people don't fight for their rights.
Regardless of the dynasty, it was a cruel society; only what you could fight for and get in your hands truly belonged to you.
Girls, especially those from families that favor sons over daughters, clearly lack family support and legal protection... yet they have no sense of crisis whatsoever.
For An Zhengzheng, this is something even more terrifying than not trying.
Her thoughts were wandering when she looked up and saw a huge flying ship quietly approaching.
"Huh, you're not surprised at all?"
Master Suotang had been observing his disciple's expression and found her to be as calm as ever.
In the cultivation world, there are no flying boats like this that can accommodate four or five hundred people, except for the seven major sects.
Few people can even control a ship by casting a spell.
“…” An Zhengzheng cooperated by letting out a “wow”.
To be honest, although it is huge, I don't know what kind of wood it is made of. Judging from its aura, it should be a spiritual wood that is four or five thousand years old.
But in modern society, there are many more luxurious cruise ships than this one; this airship doesn't even have any entertainment venues.
But her eyes widened, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Wow..."
"It can fly!"
Master Suotang silently rolled his eyes: "...Actually, I can tell you're not surprised at all."
An Zhengzheng had no choice but to suppress her smile.
"You're not like a child at all."
Master Suotang felt it was a great pity. He could see ambition and vitality in An Zhengzheng, but he always felt that something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Now he's finally able to realize what's happening.
He was too mature, calm, and even had a kind of nonchalance that even the True Man Qingxu lacked.
It was as if she lived solely to uphold the honor of all female cultivators in the world.
He couldn't understand how vitality and lifelessness could be two sides of the same coin in one person.
An Zhengzheng asked, "...The child?"
She pondered for a moment, having lived two lives, and now her soul was in its thirties.
It might be inappropriate to make her act like a child again. But she sees everyone else as a child.
The only pity is that she hasn't had the chance to reach the peak of her career in either of her two lifetimes.
Especially in my previous life, I was about to return to my country when I died.
Master Suotang suddenly said, "Master, you must board the ship first. I'll take my leave now. See you when we arrive at Qintian Mansion!"
The old man quickly pulled himself out of his thoughts.
A group of real people were the first to board the ship. They lived on the upper deck, mainly to prevent any accidents from happening to the flying boat.
The top floor position allows for the use of magic to control the ship and protect the safety of the disciples.
Each subsequent level below is for disciples at the Golden Core stage, Foundation Establishment stage, and Qi Refining stage, in that order.
An Zhengzheng spotted An Yirou.
She was an outer disciple, and participation in the martial arts competition required selection, with only those who passed through multiple rounds of screening being qualified.
An Yirou waved happily, "Sister!"
She ran right up to An Zhengzheng in an instant.
"I'm the third-ranked person in the Talisman Sect this year!"
With An Zhengzheng's hands-on teaching and the support of Bai Nu Ge's pills and talismans, An Yirou is progressing at a speed she never expected.
An Zhengzheng was also very happy for her: "I didn't expect you to come to the Magic Contest."
In An Zhengzheng's mind, An Yirou should have participated after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Is the Hundred Women's Pavilion busy?"
"Sister, everything is going smoothly. We've sold fewer pills and talismans, but we'll have more mid-grade ones..."
An Yirou whispered to An Zhengzheng.
The two sisters chatted idly before entering the flying boat.
“Sister, I’m in room number four on the first floor,” An Yirou told her. “This is the location.”
An Zhengzheng looked in the direction she pointed and realized that she lived in the apartment above hers.
"If you need anything, just send me a message. I live upstairs from you."
An Zhengzheng took out a sword called "Hua Mei" from her treasure bag and handed it to her, saying, "This sword can cut a mark, and for a quarter of an hour, you can freely pass through walls."
In other words, if An Yirou makes a cut on the ceiling, she can climb up to find An Zhengzheng.
An Yirou accepted it with a smile.
The two sisters went to their respective rooms, which were not large, about 30 square meters, and were fully equipped with tables, chairs and stools.
They will stay here for three days before heading to Qintian Mansion.
Time was of course not to be wasted, so An Zhengzheng closed her eyes to rest and at the same time held her breath and began to circulate her spiritual energy.
After an unknown amount of time, a sudden gust of wind arose, and the entire ship began to shake.
An Zhengzheng immediately stopped cultivating.
She suddenly opened her eyes, feeling her body shaking as if in an earthquake, and was suspended in mid-air by her spell.
Fortunately, she also had a sword for speaking.
He slashed the ground with his sword and saw An Yirou, who was unsteady on her feet.
An Yirou was thrown to the ground by the sudden sway of the boat.
An Zhengzheng rolled over and pulled An Yirou to the corner of the table.
"Don't be afraid, there are real people above you, they will control it."
As An Zhengzheng spoke, she used her eyebrow-sword to slash through the wall.
If there was any movement, she would immediately lead An Yirou through the wall.
But that's a last resort, a desperate measure.
Because the flying boat flies very fast, if you fall off, you cannot catch up with it again by using a sword or a magical artifact.
Then they would be left behind halfway.
The cultivation world is not safe. Monsters gather in places with abundant spiritual energy. So apart from a few relatively safe and orderly places where cultivators gather, other places are more dangerous and are used for team training.
Although An Zhengzheng has his own abilities, he is only a Foundation Establishment stage disciple and can only stand out among his peers.
If we take An Yirou out of the flying boat, we might not be able to defeat any large monsters we encounter.
Now it remains to be seen how the real people at the top will respond.
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