The saber light was like a shuttle, like chains, like the elusive air, swooping past in a flash.
"Damn it, drawing your saber out only to scare us and then retracting it!"
"Ha ha ha, you gave me quite a fright just now."
"Since when did the Liuyun Sword Sect start using sabers?"
A few Foundation Establishment cultivators and over a dozen Qi Cultivation disciples stood frozen, hurling bold words, but, for some reason, everyone’s legs were trembling as if they had just faced an incredibly ferocious beast.
Though their mouths were unrelenting, their hands and feet were completely out of control, as if they had seen their natural predator, such that not a single one dared to stop Cao Defang as he left with Qin Ningxue.
It was as if a voice told everyone, do not do this.
"Let’s go for a drink. Some nice girls have arrived at Drunk Courtyard. Let’s all go and have a good time."
"Yeah, forget about them. Let’s go have some fun."
The leader spoke thus, and everyone joined in on the hubbub, but for some reason, everyone felt that something was very wrong.
Just now, they truly felt as if the saber had cut into their own bodies.
...
She, Qin Ningxue, with her fresh and elegant maiden image, exuded an ethereal breath of freshness.
Once upon a time, she was a famously enchanting beauty in the capital, the top talented woman who composed countless celebrated poems. She was also a martial arts prodigy, courted by many. Proud as she was, dreaming of a splendid future, her tail had quietly begun to rise.
Then, as if an Immortal descended, she transformed from the Heavenly Delicate Lady to a plaything in others’ eyes. After a great struggle to regain her status, she became a young widow and was nearly sold off, just one step away from a life of infamy. Just when her days were starting to look hopeful, she was entangled in troubles again, the kind that sought her death.
This was Qin Ningxue’s actual situation. She was typically gentle and polite in front of Meng Yu and others, meek in public, but privately, she would reminisce about her proud and happy life in the Minor World.
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She was intelligent, her Divine Soul was powerful, and her aptitude was excellent. Even in the Minor World, where Spiritual Energy was nearly nonexistent, she had cultivated to the Innate Realm!
What she took the most pride in and held onto was the belief that she was no worse than anyone else; it was just that she lacked opportunity and resources!
This pride, even when facing Golden Core cultivators, allowed her to say in her heart that she was not inferior to anyone; it was merely because she had no chance.
Until today, when she witnessed Cao Defang making his move.
She understood the most basic common sense of the Cultivation World: rank was paramount, and with twenty-one against one, Cao Defang stood no chance.
Until he struck with his saber.
With a single slash, twenty-one people no longer dared to utter a word, and she did not even know how Cao Defang had done it!
The twenty-one people on the other side were either beaming or showing their nasty faces, but Qin Ningxue had a feeling—they were all dead!
In that moment they blocked the way and demanded her, her emotions peaked. She had lost the desire to live on and would have killed everyone in front of her with the most venomous means possible if she had the power.
Then... a feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her.
If will alone sufficed, why bother with cultivation? If curses could kill, the world would have been peaceful long ago.
A teardrop fell, carrying with it deep regret.
At that moment, a saber stroke emerged from her body.
Cao Defang drew his saber, and as it grazed past her, all her hatred, malice, determination, and curses... seemed to vanish abruptly.
It was as if that saber had drawn out all her emotions along with it.
It appeared as if nothing had happened, but Qin Ningxue knew something had vanished from her body.
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She practiced the Bright Moon Skill, a Divine Refinement cultivation technique taught to her by Meng Yu.
This profound technique, with its complex concepts, was something Qin Ningxue had never imagined. She even secretly judged that this technique was a true method that could reach the level of the Golden Core.
Heart like the bright moon, reflecting all things, bringing the entire world into the heart, and ultimately attaining Unity of Heaven and Man.
But now, the bright moon she visualized in her mind was split into two, a blood-red scar slashed the sky, dividing the moon, leaving a large gap in the middle.
The moon was split, and the sky turned blood-red!
As if everything had turned into a realm of crimson.
And she knew clearly that this was the result of Cao Defang’s saber strike!
His saber had not inflicted physical harm upon her but had shattered her Divine Sense.
She once thought that with diligent practice of the Bright Moon Skill, she would surprise Cao Defang after some time, but only today did she truly understand the kind of Immortal she had by her side.
Well, a liked person is an Immortal, a detested one is a monster.
Cao Defang’s saber had cut through everyone’s... emotions.
Her head ached, she felt dizzy as she walked, and so Meng Yu shook his head, leading her away.
With faltering steps and a pale face, she followed Meng Yu without the slightest intention to question.
Why did you strike me with your saber?
What has happened to me?
I feel... so distressed.
But... killing those people felt so exhilarating.
...
The two walked stop-and-go until they arrived at an open space not far away, adorned with a garden and green grass, and equipped with stone benches and tables. Meng Yu had Qin Ningxue sit on a chair but did not administer any medicine to her.