Yi Chen felt so disgusted that he could say disgust flung open its door for him—he was utterly nauseated. Jian Xianzi surely shared the sa sentint.
She felt like her opponent was shielded behind a turtle shell, with no way for her to get in a bite.
The Spirit Sword could only orbit around the area, unleashing streaks of Sword Qi, not daring to approach within ten zhang (approximately 33 ters / 108 feet) of Yi Chen.
Because that towering Daoist truly dared to trade a harsh blow to damage his beloved Spirit Sword’s blade.
Hearing Yi Chen’s angry rebuke, Jian Xianzi also felt her rage burning.
"Dao brother, you’re full of hot air!"
"Then co chase !"
"You can talk after you’ve touched even the hem of my robe," Jian Xianzi chastised sharply.
At that mont, she had a strand of long hair caught between her biting lips as she gasped for breath, her face flushed red.
No sooner had she stopped speaking than several lightning snakes sprang from the purple Spirit Sword she wielded, with one striking Yi Chen and causing his certain strike to miss, leaving his body slightly stiff.
"Pah, pah, pah." Yi Chen spat out a mouthful of black smoke, looking sowhat dirty and disheveled.
Jian Xianzi’s Thunder Sword was imnsely powerful and exceedingly vexing. Even if he possessed the True Yang Spirit and the cyan glazed armor made from converted Inner Qi, he couldn’t avoid being affected by it.
What Jian Xianzi didn’t notice was the faint, indiscernible glint in the depths of Yi Chen’s eyes.
Having been hit by several lightning snakes, Yi Chen had gained a rough understanding of their power.
Life is like a drama, all based on acting.
Previously, when he was being struck, he deliberately paused a mont longer than necessary, a delay insufficient for catching up to Jian Xianzi, but after several tis, enough to form a stereotype in her mind, ultimately leading to a strategic misjudgnt.
The inner ga of chess was not to be articulated to outsiders.
After all the groundwork laid, the ti was almost ripe.
Jian Xianzi, seeing Yi Chen deflated, couldn’t help but let a hint of a smile cross her face.
Although she couldn’t inflict substantial harm on the towering Daoist before her, being able to annoy him was also quite delightful.
She couldn’t help but laugh, "Dao brother, don’t just take a beating. Fight back."
"Dao brother, you...."
"Yang Ji."
All of a sudden, Jian Xianzi’s pupils shrank as she saw Yi Chen drawing a deep cyan trail behind him, following an unusual arc as he attacked her.
In an instant, Yi Chen used the Yang Ji move, his figure flashing explosively, no longer avoiding hits deliberately, and bravely charging through the sky filled with Sword Qi toward her.
"Purple Extre Thunder Prison!"
Jian Xianzi also retreated explosively upon seeing this. Assisted by her Water Spirit Sword and Wood Spirit Sword, with the Thunder Spirit Sword taking the lead, dozens of twisting lightning snakes appeared in Yi Chen’s path.
This round was stable.
No matter how cunning Yi Taoist was, he’d have to sip from my washbowl.
A smile began to creep over Jian Xianzi’s face.
And then her smile froze.
Yi Chen charged through the Thunder Prison’s blockade like an unreasonable wild beast, enduring the lightning snakes in a single mont.
A large hand grew in her vision.
Jian Xianzi imdiately panicked.
She’d been outmaneuvered.
She couldn’t help but shout, "Dao...."
Dao what?
The Taoist couldn’t hear.
In such a mont, how could Yi Chen hold back?
He must savor the victory first.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t do justice to the many strikes he had endured.
If he hadn’t developed so level of resistance to electric magic by constantly interacting with it, he truly wouldn’t have been able to handle Jian Xianzi.
But there are no ifs in this world.
The winner is king and the loser the bandit.
Jian Xianzi’s black hair flowed like a waterfall; the hair ornants of her flying immortal hairstyle felt excellent to the touch.
Yi Chen’s large hand grabbed the two rings of Jian Xianzi’s flying immortal hairstyle, handling it like a handle, and he plunged toward the surface of Wujang Prefecture’s river.
Jian Xianzi, under the force of the pull, lost her balance instantly as her head was smashed into the water.
Boom!
The sound wave burst forth, reverberating in all directions.
It splashed a thousand feet high.
Now that’s satisfying, utterly satisfying.
After being chopped at for so long, toyed with like a dog, now he finally had his revenge.
The excellent sensation of the black hair in his hand made Yi Chen feel his soul trembling.
Caught off guard, Jian Xianzi’s mouth was instantly filled with river water, and the imnse shock left her mind blank.
If she didn’t speak, then the fight continued!
Jian Xianzi’s combat will was remarkably strong!
Truly a worthy opponent!
Yi Chen’s heart surged with respect!
In the midst of the water waves, Yi Chen pressed forward, roaring as he followed with a flurry of punches.
Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora!
A fierce whirlpool erged at the center of the river.
The fairy should be unhard; the world is special these days.
In the eyes of the Taoist, there was no distinction between n and won, only opponents, truly embodying the Dao of equality.
...
...
A short ti later.
On a slope by the riverside, covered in grass.
The grass was sowhat yellowing, with a scattering of low bushes, looking like patches of psoriasis on the earth.
A figure with a swollen, pig-like face lay on the grass, while Yi Chen sat begrudgingly beside him.
The air was filled with a silence that was both awkward and embarrassing, only the sound of the river waves echoing between heaven and earth.
"Fairy, I owe you an apology."
"Perhaps I did go too far," Yi Chen said sheepishly.
Jian Xianzi’s hair felt so good to the touch that he couldn’t help himself and landed a few extra punches.
Turning a person into a pig-like ss, he wondered if Moonshadow Fairy Jian Xianzi would still give him what he wanted. He’d gotten careless.
But as Taoist Yi Chengzi, a man of the cloth, he naturally avoided hitting where he shouldn’t.
The Sword Immortal did not speak and after a mont of silence, she stretched out her left hand and drew a circle in the void.
A watery mirror appeared out of thin air in front of her.
She gazed into the mirror, where the previously charming immortal was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a swollen pig’s head.
The area around the pig head’s left and right eye sockets was also pitch black, just like a panda.
Even among pig heads, this appearance was considered particularly unattractive.
With a hard fist, the Sword Immortal propped herself up with both hands and abruptly stood up.
With a slap, she was put down by Yi Chen again.
Another lump ford on her head, rugged like peaks and ridges.
"Taoist Master, if possible, I would like to heal my injuries first," ca the slightly tearful voice of the Sword Immortal.
"Ah, I thought you were going to attack again—sorry," Yi Chen was now thoroughly embarrassed.
Half the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea passed.
Yi Chen and the Sword Immortal, who was hugging her knees, sat side by side on the slope, a man and a pig head both silently gazing at the moon in the sky.
At this ti, Yi Chen was quietly circulating his Pure Yang Inner Qi beside her to invigorate her blood and disperse the bruising, causing the swelled pig head to gradually subside. Soon, it transford into a pig head with delicate features, an indication that the healing was markedly effective.
"Daoist Brother, I wish to ask you how to practice the path of universal love and non-aggression, to fulfill the longstanding wish of our Stop Killing Sword Hut’s ancestors," she said, her voice ethereal yet tinged with a mysterious significance.
Yi Chen’s mood relaxed considerably upon hearing the Sword Immortal speak.
Speaking is good.
Talk therapy, he was well-versed in it.
"This matter is easy to know but difficult to carry out. I have two paths for you to choose from," he said.
As soon as Yi Chen spoke, he stirred up interest, instantly drawing the Sword Immortal’s attention.
"Two paths?" The Sword Immortal looked at Yi Chen in disbelief.
"Indeed, two paths."
Silence.
The Sword Immortal looked at Yi Chen expectantly, while he rubbed his fingers together, hinting frantically.
Consequently, the Sword Immortal with a dark expression handed over two small boxes containing two green pills to Yi Chen.
He then spoke:
"The first path is naturally to gather the teachings of the masses, to educate and instruct, so that everyone recognizes the benefits of universal love and non-aggression, securing widespread support from the people, and attracting more and more talented individuals to join the ranks of your Stop Killing Sword Hut."
"However, this is exceptionally difficult; it takes a long ti, is full of uncertainty, and even runs the risk of failing at the last mont," Yi Chen said with a twist of his mouth, not elaborating further.
The Sword Immortal, anable to advice, asked, "And the second path?"
"The second path is truly remarkable, eternal once achieved."
At this, Yi Chen beca energized.
"How so?" the Sword Immortal’s starry eyes also shone with vitality.
"It depends on two words."
"One word, kill!"
"In today’s world, the unslain are everywhere, in pits and valleys!"
"Those with hearts of wolves and behaviors of dogs are in power."
"How can we foster an ideal of universal love and non-aggression in such an environnt?"
"Universal love is not all-encompassing love; non-aggression does not an no fighting. The weeds in the vegetable garden must be pulled out," Yi Chen’s voice was firm as he continued.
"The second word, strong!"
"If you, Daoist Friend, are strong enough, enjoying a long life and wide vision, replacing the Celestial Heart with your own, how could you fail to realize universal love and non-aggression?"
"Rember, the more the enemy opposes you, the more it proves you are right."
"Those who oppose you are your enemies."
"As long as you are strong enough, you will have more and more friends, and more who agree with universal love and non-aggression."
"Immortal Sister, your heart as clear as your sword, astonishingly talented, you are destined to break through the ages. The path of the True Monarch is just your starting point."
"Co on, young girl," Yi Chen patted his bottom, preparing to take his leave.
Whether the Sword Immortal believed it or not, he did.
He had the pills in hand, and he had given the plan; naturally, he was responsible for the killing but not for the burying. If she failed to achieve it, he couldn’t be blad for the plan not working.
"Right! What the Taoist Master says makes sense," the Sword Immortal stood up suddenly, the swelling on her face having mostly subsided, resembling a human once more.
"As for the first path, I will certainly act on the second great path from today on, and I shall change my na."
"The na Jian Lingshan is too delicate for , and I shall cast it aside."
"From this mont on, my na is Jian Lingshan!" The Sword Immortal’s words rang out forcefully, causing Yi Chen to scratch his head...
He felt he could not stay in Wujang Prefecture for another mont.
If the Sword Immortal later beca as significant as a mountain that one could see but not pay respect to, he wondered if the Stop Killing Sword Hut would bla him.
But at the mont, he still showed a look of intense admiration.
"Impressive! Impressive! Impressive!"
"With such a dominant thought and such an ideal, who could resist!"
"I admire the Immortal Sister’s great aspirations," he said.
"However, the journey is long, and I think we should still plan carefully. Excess is hard to correct; it’s better to strive to make up for deficiencies."
"The affairs of all beings are managed by themselves. Immortal Sister, there is no need to be too harsh on yourself. Do your best, that’s all."
"How can everything in the world be as one wishes, just strive to have a clear conscience."
"I bid you farewell!" In the end, Yi Chen couldn’t resist giving himself a patch-up job.
"Please wait, Taoist Master." By now, the Sword Immortal’s external injuries had mostly healed; in fact, if it weren’t for Yi Chen’s unique strength, such injuries would have healed much earlier.
Yi Chen paused in his escape upon hearing her words.
A whiff of fragrance drifted by, and a hairpin fell into Yi Chen’s hands.
"Immortal Sister, what does this an?" Yi Chen asked, puzzled.
"You don’t think that today’s events can be forgotten just like that, do you? I have never been beaten like this. I’ve had this hairpin for many years. Once I master the Five-Colored Sword Seal, I will surely seek you out for another fight to take back my hairpin," said the Sword Immortal through gritted teeth.
She would never forget the pig head in the mirror, which truly struck at the heart, and she must have her revenge.
After all, which woman does not cherish her beauty.
"..."
"Immortal Sister...."
"You may call Lingshan!"
Yi Chen wanted to say sothing else but was again interrupted by the Sword Immortal.
"Daoist Brother, please rember not to spread word of tonight’s events."
"It shall be so!" Yi Chen was naturally eager to agree, he couldn’t ask for more.
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