Cultivators were difficult to assassinate because they were extremely sensitive to changes in the flow of energy.
Zhao Layue excelled at deduction and calculation, and possessed a clear sword heart, so she was naturally even better at this. Yet when she entered the Daoist temple, she failed to detect any problem. This was not because the thought of meeting Lian Sanyue's successor had distracted her, but because this formation held no murderous intent. It was utterly placid, blending into the ordinary landscape, making it very difficult to detect.
To blend a formation that altered the energies of heaven and earth back into heaven and earth required a technique both profound and rare.
Only Orthodox Xuanmen sects with exceptionally deep foundations could accomplish it.
A sword rang out, and the dilapidated Daoist temple was illuminated in fiery red, as though dusk had arrived early and set every tree in the valley ablaze.
The Unthought Sword darted through the air at an unimaginable speed, cutting countless straight lines around her, as though it meant to cleave space itself apart.
Those exceedingly dense lines formed a barrier that protected her within.
Zhao Layue knew that anyone who dared attack her could not be an ordinary cultivator, and that she was absolutely no match for them.
Confidence and pride would not affect her judgment.
She never even considered finding the enemy and attacking. At the first instant, she unleashed her most powerful sword move to protect herself.
This was not a move from the Nine Deaths Sword Art, but one True Person Jingyang had created himself based on a certain Daoist technique of the Water-Moon Convent. It was supposedly related to an unusual insect called the Heavenly Silkworm.
This was what Jing Jiu had said when he taught her this sword technique.
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