Immortal Martial: Starting in Reality, Pushing Across Two Worlds

Although she had only exchanged a few simple blows with Jiang Shu, those few moves had been enough for her to get a rough sense of his true strength.

She was no match for him.

If they truly fought to the death, she would die miserably.

"Is he really that powerful?"

Bei Lu furrowed his brow, reluctant to believe it.

After all, no one knew Jiang Shu's strength once he had reached the Tenth Realm. Bei Lu figured that even if Jiang Shu had already cultivated to the mid-stage of the Tenth Realm, he still lacked sufficient combat experience. Though Bei Lu was one minor realm below him, that did not necessarily mean he was no match for him.

But now, his ancestor had bluntly said that even if Bei Lu advanced another minor realm, he still might not be Jiang Shu's equal. How could he accept that?

Yet Bei Jue had no intention of explaining.

"He's only a branch-line descendant. Why dwell on him?"

"The interests of the Lineage are supreme!"

The true rulers of the Misty Star Alliance were this powerful, snake-bodied race with human heads. From childhood, Bei Jue had been taught that the Lineage was supreme, and she still held that belief as an ironclad rule.

"But, Ancestress... he's one of our people!"

Bei Lu didn't understand. He protested loudly, only to be rebuked by Bei Jue.

"Foolish!"

"Even a child who's just learned to think knows the answer: which matters more, one clansman's life or the Lineage's honor and disgrace?"

"I've even wagered the rest of my life. Forget some minor branch-line descendant—even if he crippled you, I wouldn't lay a hand on him!"

Bei Jue shook her head.

Her descendant treated those under his command very well, which should have been a good thing.