Your Sword Is Quite Beautiful

Black Lotus is unlike ordinary immortal bandit organizations; they are organized and disciplined.

They also have a leader who acts with flawless precision, Yunzhongzi, who possesses the cultivation of a Half-Step Immortal Sect Master.

Black Lotus has always planned before they act.

In five hundred years, they have committed thousands of crimes, leaving behind evidence only a dozen times, yet they have never capsized, maintaining a bounty far lower than their actual strength.

In the East Floating Immortal District, where the Bamboo Spring Sect is located, Black Lotus has an extremely resounding reputation.

The immortals and immortal citizens here all know that although Black Lotus is not the most powerful immortal bandit organization, however—

Black Lotus never capsizes!

In reality, Black Lotus has had its eyes on this treasure land of the Bamboo Spring Sect for decades.

As long as they take this land and find evidence that Liu Xuanye is a witch, they can completely whitewash their reputation with the help of the White Lotus Sect, return to the White Lotus Sect, and take over the Bamboo Spring Sect as branch sect masters.

They have been laying the groundwork for this for a long time.

Finally, they have waited for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity tonight.

But now...

They sense a trace of an unusual aura.

A variable beyond their plan.

A mortal.

An inexplicable mortal.

The eleven members of Black Lotus initially found it comical.

But on second thought, a mortal is eating a pancake and drinking tea on a battlefield of immortals, acting as if no one else is around, and even impatiently urging the immortals to fight faster.

Is this person a fool?

The eleven members of Black Lotus do not think so.

Especially since this person is immune to Liu Xuanye's witch constitution; how could he be a fool?

Could it be that Liu Xuanye has set some kind of trap?

Waiting for them to make a move?

"Something is strange."

Without needing the Half-Step Immortal Sect Master hidden in the clouds to say anything, the old woman immediately warned the others.

"Everyone be careful, observe with divine sense, maintain your distance, and do not act rashly."

On the Sword Terrace.

The night sky and starlight are interwoven.

Suddenly, Liu Xuanye opens her picturesque eyes.

On her forehead, as pristine as snow-capped mountains, a narrow, cyan sword mark suddenly emerges.

As if eyes had suddenly opened in a splash-ink painting, it reveals a hint of unyielding divinity.

Above her head.

Eleven Green Light Sword Shadow manifestations appear one by one, hanging inverted and circling, clanging loudly, emitting a light of execution that seems to come from beyond the universe, illuminating the night sky.

"Senior Sister, guard the formation for me."

"Understood."

Watching the Green Light Sword Shadow formation illuminating the night sky, Lu Ya suddenly feels that this woman is a bit cool, and he involuntarily develops the thought of wanting to watch her performance quietly, with no desire to intervene at all.

At the same time, he also wants to see where this woman's limits lie, just like how he has turned the tables with a sliver of health countless times in games; only in the most extreme states can a person erupt with shining brilliance...

He will not solve problems or take on everything for others just because he is invincible, unless Liu Xuanye truly cannot win, only then will he step in to help.

Watching a woman fight is actually incredibly interesting!

Moreover, with him here, Liu Xuanye cannot be in any danger; this is the Immortal Realm, where power is king, and being too chivalrous would instead be a lower-tier approach.

At this moment, Ning Zhongzi pinches a seal with one hand, channeling power to protect the formation for Liu Xuanye, and says to Lu Ya without looking back:

"Take Muyu and Feifei to the back and sit down."

Lu Ya munches on his pancake, obediently follows the order, and lifts the two girls, Muyu and Feifei, up with one hand.

He walks until he reaches the area near the bamboo forest before stopping, finds a clean rock, brushes off the dust, and sits down.

Considering that watching the show alone is too boring, he wakes up the two girls whom Ning Zhongzi had knocked unconscious.

The two girls rub their foreheads, dazed, still annoyed by what happened just now.

"You nurse, you're enjoying the show yourself but won't let us watch; you're despicable."

"I'm almost six hundred years old, what's wrong with looking at a man?"

Lu Ya is speechless, pretending to be scary as he says:

"We are going to die in a moment, aren't you two afraid?"

The two young girls only then realized that the Sect Master had already unleashed her sword formation; though they were terrified to death, they retorted.

"If a mortal like you isn't afraid, why should we be?"

"Then why are your chubby little legs shaking?"

"Because we're hungry, share some of your cake with us."

The fairy cake was truly hard to swallow, so Lu Ya shared a small half with the two of them.

As the two girls ate, with the cake still in their mouths, tears began to patter down.

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to die..."

Lu Ya had not expected her to be the one to strike first.

Liu Xuanye stood with her hands behind her back, and with a wave of her hand, the eleven Green Light Sword Shadow hovering above her head flew out one by one.

They swelled in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into eleven towering giant swords that illuminated the entire bamboo forest.

They thrust in unison toward the suspended Immortal Boat!

"Something is amiss."

Facing Liu Xuanye's proactive strike despite her injuries, the eleven were exceptionally cautious.

"Sword formation!"

The eleven immediately scattered, forming a circular array and summoning their eleven immortal swords.

"Black Lotus, Snow-Slaying Sword!"

"Black Lotus, Moon-Grabbing Sword!"

"Black Lotus, Thunder-Chasing Sword!"

"Black Lotus..."

The eleven physical swords quickly entangled with the eleven Green Light Sword Shadow in the air.

The night sky in front of the Sword Terrace suddenly became a dazzling display of dancing light and shadow; the sounds of swords flying, clashing, and human shouts rose and fell, never ceasing.

Liu Xuanye fought eleven opponents alone, yet for a time, she was evenly matched, holding her own.

Lu Ya was somewhat surprised and looked closely.

Liu Xuanye's Sword Qi was indeed profound; even with his max-level perspective, he could give it a passing grade, as she displayed sword techniques far exceeding those of an Immortal Master.

Her sword heart was pure.

Her sword skills were exquisite.

She hadn't utilized the power of the restrictions within her body at all, all while enduring the excruciating pain they caused, compounded by her existing injuries—it was like dancing while wearing both handcuffs and shackles.

Yet, she remained steady in her breathing, as calm as an ancient well.

What a talent!

Only then did Lu Ya understand that Liu Xuanye had taken the initiative while injured to force the opponents to be more cautious, preventing them from acting rashly and forcing them to parry from a distance, which neutralized their numerical advantage.

If these people dared to close in, even with Liu Xuanye's superior sword skills, her cultivation level was what it was; it would be difficult for her to hold out for long against eleven.

At the same time—

Ning Zhongzi was behind her, continuously casting spells to provide healing, coordinating with great proficiency.

It started with the Heart-Clearing Incantation, Blood-Replenishing Grass Formula, and Immortal Spirit Fruit Formula, but soon progressed to various self-developed black medicines that even Lu Ya had never seen before.

These medicines had significant side effects, but the alchemical methods were bizarre, and their efficacy was truly potent.

Watching that voluptuous figure, Lu Ya couldn't help but sigh: What an obscene amount of healing!

Before long.

With the perfect coordination between Liu Xuanye and Ning Zhongzi, they gained the upper hand through sword skill and healing.

They beat the eleven Black Lotus members into a retreat in the air, forcing them to constantly shrink their defensive line back toward the Immortal Boat.

Seeing this situation, the two young girls quickly stopped their tears, and the cake in their mouths suddenly tasted delicious.

"Wow, is the Sect Master actually this strong?"

"We're going to win, we're going to win."

In the night sky.

The eleven Black Lotus members were left somewhat dazed by the two.

The power of the witch they had expected never appeared.

Instead, they were beaten into a sorry state by the combined force of Liu Xuanye's swordplay and Ning Zhongzi's healing.

"Is this woman really only a nine-star Immortal Master?"

"Ning Zhongzi's medicine arts are simply a bottomless pit..."

"If this continues, we might be the ones who can't hold on."

"How disgraceful!"

"What's disgraceful about it? This is a witch!"

The old woman hurriedly shouted.

"Change tactics. Probe for the witch's weaknesses so that Senior Brother Yunzhongzi can secure the victory."

At this moment, an old man in the formation said:

"Such celestial phenomena may not have been discovered by us alone; people from nearby immortal sects will arrive soon. This woman is only putting on a show to stall for time."

"With so many of us, we cannot unleash our full strength from a distance."

"Are we preparing for melee combat?"

"It is the only way—as long as we close our eyes and block our hearing, using our divine sense to wield our swords, we will not be affected by the witch."

"Will there be a mountain-protecting formation?"

"The Bamboo Spring Sect's mountain-protecting formation was destroyed a thousand years ago because the successor sect leader, Liu Xuanye, lacked the cultivation to sustain it."

After this deliberation, the old woman shouted:

"Disperse the sword formation, max out your defensive measures, and attack separately from the East, West, South, North, and Qian positions... Qifeng, Chen Gu, go capture that mortal and the two tiger immortals."

"Yes!"

The old woman put her mask back on.

The eleven individuals immediately scattered. While continuing to parry the Green Light Sword Shadow, they followed the old woman's instructions and launched their attacks from the East, West, South, North, and Qian positions.

Two of them charged straight toward Lu Ya!

Liu Xuanye's eyes turned cold, her expression remaining calm.

Ning Zhongzi drew her sword, preparing for close-quarters combat.

Is it starting?

The very moment the eleven attackers breached the Sword Terrace from all directions, closing in on Liu Xuanye and Lu Ya—

Ten million sword rays poured out from within Liu Xuanye's body!

Like a red sun breaking through the morning mist, or a silver vase shattering to release a torrent of water, in a single instant, ten million white sword rays pierced the bodies of the eleven, turning them into sieves.

A torrential rain of blood fell into the night sky.

Of the eleven from Black Lotus, four died on the spot, while the other seven were severely injured and collapsed onto the Sword Terrace.

Had these seven not possessed higher cultivation and equipped powerful defensive artifacts, the entire group would have been wiped out!

At the same time, due to the sword light erupting from her body, Liu Xuanye was left severely wounded and exhausted, dropping to one knee on the Sword Terrace.

This white sword light... is it actually the mountain-protecting formation?

Even Lu Ya was stunned by Liu Xuanye's maneuver!

The seven severely injured men finally realized that the Bamboo Spring Sect's mountain-protecting formation, which had vanished a thousand years ago, had actually been hidden within Liu Xuanye's body to suppress the witch's power.

"She really is a witch!"

The seven had lost their ability to fight. Now, barely able to sit up, they channeled their energy on the spot and frantically consumed medicinal pills to protect their bodies. One after another, they looked up at the pitch-black night clouds, their divine senses spreading out as they said:

"It is your turn, Senior Brother."

Ning Zhongzi's expression was as grave as ice.

Liu Xuanye forced herself to stand, looking up into the clouds.

A majestic, immortal voice carrying awe-inspiring heavenly might descended from the clouds—

"I truly could not underestimate you, woman!"

Before the words had even faded, a terrifying spiritual pressure instantly enveloped the mountaintop, whipping up howling winds that ravaged every blade of grass and tree in the Bamboo Spring Sect, pinning everyone in place.

The two little girls fainted instantly.

Lu Ya, however, continued to chew on his flatbread.

In Ancient Immortal Court, a Nine-Star Immortal Master is level 29, and a Half-Step Immortal Sect is level 30. It seems like only one level, but the two are separated by half a major realm, with a fivefold difference in power!

Possessing such overwhelming strength, yet hiding in the clouds until now...

Are you a cautious hero or what?

The majestic voice in the clouds spoke again:

"Although you have reached your limit, capturing you is still too dangerous. I have changed my mind."

White light flickered.

Lotus patterns swirled.

A sword flew out from the clouds!

An extremely thin and fine silver sword tore through the air, radiating brilliance and screaming as it approached, causing the surrounding night sky to flicker with dark-white lotus patterns.

Trying to silence me directly?

Ning Zhongzi clutched her chest. Exhausted from overexertion and suppressed by the Immortal Sect-level spiritual pressure, she was now unable to move, finding even speech a struggle.

"Lotus... Lotus Pattern Sword!"

The Lotus Pattern Sword was not particularly fast, yet it carried an irresistible, unavoidable pressure, trailing a howling gale as it thrust straight toward Liu Xuanye.

Liu Xuanye was spent, but instead of using her final strength to activate the teleportation array, she...

Gently closed her eyes.

The sword mark on her forehead dissipated, the stars suddenly lost their luster, and within her Immortal Platform, that abyss-like restriction, seemingly from the primordial era, began to boil.

Ning Zhongzi understood Liu Xuanye's intent, but it was already too late to stop her.

The Lotus Pattern Sword accelerated, bearing the irresistible spiritual pressure of an Immortal Sect master, flashing with silver light and shrieking through the air as it lunged forward!

Just at this critical moment—

Ning Zhongzi suddenly lunged across, leaping to stand before Liu Xuanye.

"Senior Sister!"

Liu Xuanye's face drained of color.

The Lotus Pattern Sword came to an abrupt halt.

The sharp blade hung suspended an inch from Ning Zhongzi's chest, unable to advance a single step further.

The wind ceased abruptly.

The sword stopped dead.

The people stood frozen in shock.

A curious voice drifted from behind them—

"Your sword is quite beautiful."