Arduous Cultivation

Mohist Mechanism City.

At the entrance to the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Yuanqing held a gleaming golden shield, legs planted in a horse stance and knees bent low as he blocked the arrows shooting toward him.

Ten meters away, Lady of Three Paths Mountain stood sideways as she drew her bow. Strands of golden light streamed from her slender jade fingers, condensing into arrows.

Every arrow she fired whipped up a gust that sent her gorgeous skirts fluttering and caressed her flowing hair. She was both beautiful and valiant.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The arrows slammed into the shield with dull, grating clangs, scattering fragments of golden light.

Suddenly, Lady of Three Paths Mountain dismissed her bow and arrows. In an instant, she swept to Zhang Yuanqing's side. Golden light surged from her palm and formed a three-foot azure blade that stabbed toward her disciple's kidney.

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly shifted his shield to block it, while his other hand condensed a long saber and treacherously thrust it at Lady of Three Paths Mountain's chest.

Old Clapper did not even try to dodge. As though she could stop the blade with the few pounds of flesh on her chest, she drove her sword straight at Zhang Yuanqing's throat.

Left with no choice, Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his saber and bent backward in an iron bridge to evade the blade. Just as he was about to straighten up and launch a flying kick at his opponent, Old Clapper sheathed her sword and said coldly:

"Yinyao, forty lashes!"

Princess Yinyao, who had been sitting cross-legged nearby and watching the spar, grabbed the black whip wreathed in yin energy beside her. She sprang up excitedly and ran toward her nominal junior brother and actual master.

"Wait!" Zhang Yuanqing protested. "What did