A cyan shadow hurtled through the air.
Inside the cabin of the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.
The decor here was extremely simple.
Right in the center stood an old wooden table, lonely surrounded by four chairs, with nothing else in sight.
The Sword Peak crowd stood around the table, staring blankly, their eyes darting toward the cabin door from time to time.
With a creak...
...the door was pushed open.
Ye Jinghong made his grand entrance last, as was his custom.
Apparently, he had been hiding somewhere outside the Dharma Boat again just now.
Gu Changqing was quick-witted and quickly pulled out a chair to greet him:
“Eldest Senior Brother, come sit here.”
Ye Jinghong, his head wrapped in a black ribbon, slowly shook it.
Everyone looked bewildered.
Swish—
Ye Jinghong's figure blurred, vanishing from where he stood.
Then, the cabin window suddenly swung open. He was already sitting on the window sill, his hem draping outside as the cool breeze whipped his robe with a rustling sound.
He crossed his arms and looked at everyone, his expression indifferent:
“No matter. It is enough for me to sit alone on the window sill.”
Everyone: “...”
Jiang Ye was hit right in the face with cringe once again. His toes curled uncontrollably as he cringed hard.
I mean... yes, but... this Dharma Boat has its own wind-shielding formation. Where is the wind on your robe even coming from?
Why does this guy have so many ridiculous quirks every time he shows up?
Jiang Ye wouldn't have logged on so quickly if he had known.
After going out to fight, he had completely forgotten that this “King of Style” hadn't made his appearance yet.
He took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and forcefully dragged the topic back:
“Let's get down to business.”
“As far as I know, the demon race is quite strong over there. Two Tier Three Peak werewolves, three Tier Three Mid Stage wolf demons, and five Tier Two small fry.”
The moment those words fell, a collective gasp echoed throughout the cabin.
This lineup completely crushed theirs.
Jiang Ye waited for them to finish gasping before adding expressionlessly:
“Those two Tier Three Peak werewolves are mine. Later I'll play dumb, launch a sneak attack, and insta-kill one of them.”
Gu Qingxue's dark brows knitted tightly, her face filled with worry:
“Little Six, isn't that pushing it too much?”
Only Bai Zhirou received this kind of treatment; if anyone else had said those words, Gu Qingxue would have simply ignored them.
A late Foundation Establishment fighting against a peak Golden Core—how much did one have to drink to spout such nonsense?
Before Jiang Ye could reply, Ye Jinghong, who was sitting alone on the window sill, turned his head and said calmly:
“No matter. I can deal with one Tier Three Peak werewolf.”
Jiang Ye nodded. “Perfect. Rest assured, Senior Sister Gu, I can handle this minor situation. We'll arrange it this way.”
...
A quarter of an hour later.
The Dharma Boat landed far off in the shadows of the mountain forest.
Jiang Ye opened his palm. Resting on it was a tiny green insect—the Demon-Seeking Gu he had rented from Luo Chi'er for a thousand low-grade spirit stones.
His clever mind spun rapidly, and on the spot, he cooked up a cliché script of “righteous sect traveling thousands of miles to exorcise demons.”
He pulled Gu Qingxue and Ye Jinghong aside, whispering a few words via voice transmission, and the three of them set off together.
The remaining disciples stood by on standby; they wouldn't be of any help in such a high-level matchup anyway.
Deep in the mountain forest.
Three figures darted and leaped among the tree trunks.
“Ah! Why are you chasing me?!”
Running at the very front, Jiang Ye—as a professionally trained actor—signaled that he was in position and slipped into character instantly.
He wailed without the slightest psychological burden.
Behind him, Gu Qingxue's scalp tingled. She braced herself, drew her sword, and shouted in accusation:
“Demonic woman! You have harmed the innocent! Today, I shall slay you!”
Ye Jinghong was even more superb, essentially playing himself but adding a righteous, heroic flair to his tone:
“Demonic woman! You slaughter people to practice evil techniques—everyone has the right to execute you! Take this!”
At this moment, both Gu Qingxue and Ye Jinghong had activated their concealment magic treasures, suppressing their auras to the peak Foundation Establishment stage.
Meanwhile, to make the performance more convincing, Jiang Ye actively leaked a trace of Killing Sword Intent.
As he ran, red smoke puffed out from his body in bursts. One look was enough to tell he was up to no good.
Their little trick didn't need to fool the demon race for long. It only needed to close the distance and create a split-second window for Jiang Ye to strike.
Thirty meters ahead, under the shadow of the trees, lay the demon race's hiding spot.
The gray-furred werewolf on sentry duty had long since spotted them. But after sensing their auras slightly, he realized they were merely three Foundation Establishment humans, and most of his guard immediately crumbled.
Just as the three of them approached the edge of the formation, Ye Jinghong casually swung out a few strands of sword qi in a seemingly careless manner.
Swoosh, swoosh.
The sword light seemed to miss, but it actually disrupted the layout of the concealment formation for a brief moment.
The light barrier shuddered slightly, rippling outward.
The gray-furred werewolf in the tree could no longer contain himself and lunged forward.
He wanted to stop these people from hacking around blindly before they ruined their formation.
Swish!
A dark shadow flashed.
The gray-furred werewolf, clad in a black cloak, appeared right in front of Jiang Ye, raising his claws to swipe viciously at his head!
The terror on Jiang Ye's face vanished instantly, replaced by a completely expressionless stare.
Buzz!
Her long black hair transformed into a deep crimson in midair as the Meteorite Greatsword materialized directly in her palm.
Without the slightest hesitation.
A blood-colored crescent moon slash was unleashed head-on!
The gray-furred werewolf was still in midair, not even having the time to activate Berserk.
Splurt—
He was sliced cleanly in half from the center by the crescent slash, hitting the muddy ground with two wet thuds.
A dignified Tier Three Peak great demon, dead just like a stray dog on the side of the road.
“Charge!”
Without hesitation, the three of them charged into the formation.
Only then did the horde of demons in the camp react, roaring furiously as they swarmed forward.
Ye Jinghong drew his sword with a backhand sweep, shaking out a sky full of cyan sword shadows that directly intercepted the Tier Three Peak white-furred werewolf.
In his red-haired state, Jiang Ye's strength was a literal dimensional strike against these Tier Three Mid Stage elite monsters.
He could easily crush them through sheer stats alone!
“Roar!!”
The eyes of the two giant wolves instantly turned bloodshot. Instantly activating Berserk, they lunged at Jiang Ye, completely devoid of reason.
Swish—
Swish—
Another two blood-colored crescent moon slashes swept across cleanly.
Before the two giant wolves could even close their wide-open maws, they collided head-on with the crescent slashes, instantly splitting into four halves that crashed onto the ground with a wet splatter.
Another instant kill.
However, the drain on his divine sense from the Grand Achievement Killing Sword Intent was clearly immense.
Having swung only three strikes, Jiang Ye felt his vision go dark and his head buzz. It felt exactly like standing up too quickly after squatting on the toilet for half an hour. His body swayed, on the verge of collapsing.
A pair of slightly cool hands quickly reached out from the side, steadily supporting him.
“Little Six, are you alright?” Gu Qingxue asked softly.
Jiang Ye shook his dizzy head, reached into his spatial ring to grab a pill bottle, and poured its contents into his mouth.
“I'm fine, just a bit of low blood sugar.”
He replied casually, then looked around at their surroundings. He found that the ground was covered in hard white frost, and the rest of the wolf demons had been shattered into icy fragments, scattered all over the place.
Clearly, Gu Qingxue's efficiency in clearing out the small fry was second to none.
“Roar!!!”
A miserable and furious wolf howl erupted.
Jiang Ye turned his head, looking at the only elite monster left breathing on the field.
The Tier Three Peak white-furred werewolf was completely dumbfounded.
It had absolutely no idea how, in the blink of an eye, its entire crew of brothers had suddenly been turned into fucking sashimi.
Letting out a loud howl, its eyes turned blood-red as it immediately activated Berserk!
Its white fur stood on end like steel needles, and its muscles swelled significantly.
Yet even so, facing Ye Jinghong's wild, flying sword shadows, it was still in an incredibly pathetic state.
Dozens of cyan sword shadows floated around Ye Jinghong at this moment.
As he continuously struck, the sword shadows would sometimes feint, leaving the werewolf blocking thin air, while at other times the sword intent would solidify, catching the werewolf completely off guard.
The mix of illusions and reality left the werewolf utterly frustrated and helpless.
This was the Eldest Senior Brother's False-Real Sword Intent.
Jiang Ye had no time to watch further. He secretly channeled the energy from the Seven-Color Sword Heart, pouring all of it through his meridians and into the Meteorite Greatsword.
The Qingxuan sword spirit was taken aback. She hadn't even given a reminder yet, so why was the girl being so proactive?
She cleared her throat, ready to begin her “oh”ing.
“Ohohoho...”
But before she could get out more than two syllables, Jiang Ye quickly interrupted her cast and urged:
“Hurry up, hurry up!”
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