Drawing swords when she doesn’t even have one?

Besides, Senior Sister, do you have any handy weapons?

How did they know nothing about this?

All of them pressed against the rock wall outside the hall, every one having an urge to hold their foreheads and sigh.

Among them, Shen Jiu simply felt a “hahaha, finally led her astray” kind of satisfaction, but when he thought carefully, he felt something wasn’t quite right.

Yashan’s Sword Drawing Sect—Sword Drawing Sect—not only did you make others draw swords, you had to draw one yourself!

Everyone’s hearts were in turmoil.

Inside the hall.

After Jian Chou uttered the words “draw swords,” Zhou Baozhu was stunned momentarily before reacting.

Among Yashan’s disciples, there had always been talk of “drawing swords,” which was why people said, “One sword from Yashan cuts across nine heavens.” All Yashan disciples who revered “drawing swords” were called the “Sword Drawing Sect.”

She had heard of this before, but having rarely encountered Yashan sect disciples, she had never witnessed it.

Now, in this great hall, she was hearing a Qi Refining stage Yashan Senior Sister tell her to “draw swords”?

When had people in the cultivation world become so bold?

Even if it was Yashan, didn’t they need to consider their disciples’ cultivation levels?

At least Zhou Baozhu was mid-stage Foundation Establishment!

Now the Qi Refining stage, nobody dared tell her to draw swords just because she was a Yashan disciple?

A feeling of being insulted suddenly slapped Zhou Baozhu across the face like a palm, making her expression increasingly ugly.

“Show mercy when you can. We respect that Senior Sister Jian Chou is a Yashan disciple, so we’ve been quite polite throughout. We believe we’ve been courteous in every way since arriving at Yashan and haven’t offended Senior Jian Chou anywhere. Why must Senior be like this?”

Zhou Baozhu said with a stern face, as if advising Jian Chou.

“Baozhu has also heard of Yashan’s disciples drawing swords. I advise Senior Jian Chou to consider carefully—breaking the face of either sect won’t look good.”

Though she spoke of “both sects'” face, everyone understood what Zhou Baozhu meant.

In their view, Jian Chou was only at the Qi Refining stage, yet was arrogant enough to challenge mid-stage Foundation Establishment Zhou Baozhu. The one losing face would be Yashan!

Only…

Behind Zhou Baozhu, the timid girl finally slowly raised her head to look at Yashan’s Sect Master Zheng Yao and the elder who had remained silent in the hall.

Unexpectedly, these two decision-makers had completely indifferent expressions, their eyes glowing as if… excited?

At that moment, the girl felt something was wrong and wanted to say something to Zhou Baozhu, but didn’t dare speak in the great hall.

Zheng Yao’s heart was already blooming with joy.

Senior Sister Jian Chou had just successfully established a foundation, and someone was delivering themselves for sparring practice, even making arrogant remarks suggesting Yashan would lose face?

What great entertainment.

Zheng Yao suppressed his laughter, turning to look at Fudao Shanren, who also turned with a “seems quite interesting” expression.

The two exchanged glances, but neither spoke to stop it.

As for Jian Chou, when she heard about “breaking either side’s face wouldn’t look good,” she was already too lazy to speak.

She only turned around, bowing to Zheng Yao and Fudao Shanren: “Sect Master, Master, this hall is too small to fully display martial skills. May we change location?”

Meaning she was determined to proceed.

She was going to “draw swords” today.

The current Lanyue Hall wasn’t small—more than sufficient for two Foundation Establishment cultivators to fight.

Jian Chou couldn’t fail to see Lanyue Hall’s situation, so the only possibility was…

Fudao Shanren thought of that huge hole in the mountain wall and couldn’t help but show excitement: Oh my, his disciple was also an expert hiding her abilities!

Looks like she was preparing for a real fight!

Before Zheng Yao could speak, he was already stirring up trouble: “The Sword Drawing Platform behind the mountain is big enough and spacious enough. If you want to compete and discuss whether things like ‘accidental injury’ can easily happen, going there would be perfect.”

Zheng Yao couldn’t help but mentally applaud.

Look at this shameless behavior—beautifully transforming plain provocation into the high-sounding reason of “discussing the possibility of accidental injury occurring”!

Too much!

But he liked it.

So Yashan’s Sect Master also stood up, smiling with narrowed eyes: “Right, the Sword Drawing Platform is just right.”

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

…

A series of falling sounds came from outside the hall.

Fudao Shanren had long known several people were eavesdropping outside and didn’t particularly care, pretending not to hear.

Jian Chou was somewhat surprised.

Sect Master Zheng Yao was already striding toward the hall exit, essentially leading the way for these three Jianzhu Sect female cultivators.

Zhou Baozhu gave Jian Chou a cold look and followed Zheng Yao.

Jian Chou nodded slightly, quite politely, smiling at her lips. Only after waiting for Fudao Shanren to walk over did she follow beside her master, also heading outside.

The long, wide corridor lay ahead.

Only when Jian Chou came out, she saw five more people outside.

Qu Zhengfeng and Shen Jiu needn’t be mentioned; the little radish head she’d seen before was also there, plus a tall, honest-looking one, and another emanating an aura of decadent dejection all over, with only a pair of eyes that left a particularly deep impression.

“Senior Sister!”

Seeing people come out, Shen Jiu quickly jumped forward, calling out in a lowered voice.

Jian Chou stopped, glanced at Zhou Baozhu ahead, changed direction, and walked toward Shen Jiu: “Fourth Junior Brother?”

Was there something?

Shen Jiu looked Jian Chou up and down as if meeting her for the first time.

Qu Zhengfeng also had a strange look, feeling Jian Chou’s personality was indeed somewhat different from what he’d initially thought.

As for the other three, they were truly seeing this “Senior Sister” for the first time and stared with wide eyes as if trying to count how many bones she had.

“Senior Sister, do you have a sword?”

At this critical moment, Shen Jiu didn’t waste words, cutting straight to the point with a question everyone was deeply concerned about.

Jian Chou was stunned: “No.”

Shen Jiu held his forehead, sighing helplessly: “If you don’t have a sword, what are you telling people to draw?”

“Swish.”

A flash of cold light suddenly burst forth.

A long sword was suddenly offered, placed before Jian Chou.

Shen Jiu and Jian Chou both looked over in surprise.

They saw Qu Zhengfeng holding a sheathed deep black long sword, dark as ink and looking quite ordinary.

Jian Chou didn’t understand his meaning.

Qu Zhengfeng said quietly, “As I know, Senior Sister currently has no particularly handy weapons. Since you’re about to fight the Jianzhu Sect, you cannot be without a sword. This sword is called Deep Pool, a superior magical artifact I used in my early years. Sister Jian Chou can immediately bind it with blood.”

“Right!”

Shen Jiu slapped his forehead and also extended his hand directly. “Swish”—another transparent, elegant small sword appeared in his palm.

“I snatched this from someone a few years ago. It was originally used by a female cultivator, also a superior magical artifact, prettier than Second Senior Brother’s. If Senior Sister Jian Chou doesn’t like it, take this one!”

When the two revealed their magical artifacts, the other several people also stared wide-eyed.

Seeing the other three also seemed ready to pull out magical implements, Jian Chou felt somewhat helpless.

A smile hung on her lips, but this time it was warm.

“Several junior brothers need not worry or trouble yourselves. I believe drawing swords means making others draw swords. I don’t necessarily need to draw a sword.”

“But…” Shen Jiu’s eyes rolled around before he finally voiced his inner thoughts: “Senior Sister, without a sword, it won’t be cool!”

The others rolled their eyes in unison.

Jian Chou laughed, smiling: “Thank you for Fourth Junior Brother’s kind intention. I indeed have no sword.”

She paused, and several people looked at her.

Jian Chou said very casually: “But I have legs.”

Legs.

The fool Chen Weishan’s gaze immediately moved downward.

And he wasn’t alone.

After the initial moment of stunned silence, everyone looked at Jian Chou’s legs in unison.

Jian Chou’s attire wasn’t feminine—she wore plain white robes suitable for traveling, similar to these male cultivators’ dress.

A pair of legs…

Uh, was it inappropriate to stare at Senior Sister’s legs like this?

The chubby Jianghe blushed.

Jian Chou glanced ahead and saw Sect Master Zheng Yao had stopped and turned to look at them.

Fudao Shanren stood to the side with his hands behind his back, eating chicken legs, completely wearing an expression of watching the fun.

She knew she couldn’t linger and didn’t explain further, smiled slightly, then turned to continue walking outside.

At the spot, the five junior brothers were all somewhat dazed.

Several people’s gazes fell on Jian Chou’s stepping legs, tall figure, slender waist…

These legs…

“Indeed, the shape of that big hole outside the Scripture Pavilion was left by Sister Jian Chou…” Chen Weishan wore an expression that his thoughts had been confirmed, “Such thick legs…”

Hearing this sentence, Shen Jiu nearly stumbled and fell to the ground.

He turned back, only to see the other four people’s gazes all fixed on Senior Sister Jian Chou’s long legs. He didn’t dare hit others, but Shen Jiu dared slap the chubby Jianghe.

“Smack!”

“Fourth Senior Brother, what are you doing?” The chubby boy was angry.

Shen Jiu glared: “What are you looking at? Sister Jian Chou is a female cultivator! Is it right to stare at someone’s legs like that?!”

Qu Zhengfeng’s smile suddenly became cold, but he said nothing.

Chen Weishan blinked: “Fourth Senior Brother, weren’t you also looking quite intently just now?”

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Shen Jiu began coughing, his face reddening.

“Well, let’s hurry out to watch the excitement!”

Saying this, he ran out first.

The others didn’t argue and all followed.

Everyone wanted to see what “but I have legs” actually meant.

At this moment, Jian Chou brought out the Liwai Mirror previously bestowed by the Sect Master.

In the Scripture Pavilion, she had read many jade slips and naturally learned artifact control methods. Though she hadn’t bound this Liwai Mirror with blood, she could use it skillfully.

The Liwai Mirror emitted a misty golden light, quite dazzling.

Fudao Shanren looked over, as did Zheng Yao.

Zhou Baozhu, nearby, couldn’t help but smile contemptuously: “Is Senior Jian Chou sharpening her spear before battle?”

Jian Chou smiled without speaking, directly bowing to Zheng Yao.

Then she raised her hand, and the Liwai Mirror immediately began spinning rapidly. During this spinning, golden light radiated outward, and the Liwai Mirror transformed into three chi squares.

The bright golden light was as transparent as crystal.

This magical artifact was no ordinary item.

Yashan’s profound foundation far exceeded what other small sects could compare to.

Though Jianzhu Sect wasn’t small, when Jian Chou revealed the Liwai Mirror, Zhou Baozhu still couldn’t help feeling envious.

Jian Chou calmly stepped onto the mirror surface and gestured to Zhou Baozhu: “Young friend from Jianzhu Sect, please.”

This address, “young friend,” had the same subtle effect as the previous “Jianzhu Sect sister.”

Who didn’t know Jian Chou had only entered cultivation for about ten days, yet dared call her young friend based on seniority?

No…

Something was wrong!

Entered cultivation for about ten days!

Zhou Baozhu’s eyes suddenly showed a horrified color!

She stared at Jian Chou and the Liwai Mirror beneath her feet—

This was artifact control!

In the cultivation world, one must reach Foundation Establishment to control artifacts!

Once able to control artifacts, it meant this person had entered the Foundation Establishment stage!

How was this possible?

Zhou Baozhu couldn’t believe it.

Sister Xu had said this was a disciple Fudao Shanren had temporarily taken, barely entering Qi Refining at Zhanye Island, clearly someone who hadn’t cultivated long and might not even establish a foundation.

But how much time had passed now?

Thirteen days.

What she witnessed with her own eyes—how could it be false?!

This Yashan Senior Sister had completed the Foundation Establishment within thirteen days!

Seeing Zhou Baozhu’s expression, Jian Chou knew the other’s heart must be in turmoil. She smiled: “Is there anything improper?”

Only then did Zhou Baozhu snap back to awareness.

The wariness in her eyes had become substantial, but she forced herself to remain calm and snorted coldly.

“Senior Jian Chou, please.”

She kept a cold expression, formed hand seals, and a faint purple light appeared as an elegant flying sword lifted her.

Without another word, the two almost simultaneously departed, transforming into two streams of light, dropping from the high stone pavilion and landing on the tall, spacious Sword Drawing Platform!

Below, many leisurely Yashan disciples felt spiritual power fluctuations and looked up.

“What’s happening?”

“Isn’t that Senior Uncle?”

“How is there another female cultivator?”

“Wait, when could Senior Uncle Jian Chou fly?”

“Am I seeing wrong? Did she establish foundation in one closed-door session?”

“Look! They’re going to the Sword Drawing Platform!”

The Sword Drawing Platform!

In the eyes of all Yashan disciples, the Sword Drawing Platform always held extraordinary significance.

A slender sword, tip down, was inserted into the ground, while the hilt steadily supported the high Sword Drawing Platform, supporting Yashan’s backbone.

Layered clouds floated only above Lingzhao Peak, while blazing sunlight cast the Sword Drawing Platform’s huge shadow onto Lingzhao Peak’s flat surface.

Jian Chou and Zhou Baozhu landed on opposite sides of the Sword Drawing Platform.

The mountain wind was fierce, stirring the clouds, but could no longer reach the Sword Drawing Platform.

Lingzhao Peak was already high enough, yet the Sword Drawing Platform rose dozens of zhang higher still!

Yashan had always been the highest point in this Middle Domain.

Though Jianzhu Sect wasn’t small, it lacked Yashan’s supremely dominating presence.

Now standing on the high Sword Drawing Platform with countless Yashan disciples looking up from below, even people from the opposite mountain wall had emerged from their cave dwellings to stand before the cliff face and observe.

Zhou Baozhu suddenly felt the blood in her body surging.

Yashan, Yashan.

So this was Yashan?

She stood on Yashan’s Lingzhao Peak, yet had to be enemies with Yashan’s disciples.

How was this different from being enemies with all of Yashan?

Only if she won this battle, from now on, Zhou Baozhu would surely rise to fame, with the entire Middle Domain spreading her name.

Zhou Baozhu’s thoughts flew far.

She gazed at Jian Chou standing opposite her, all previous thoughts of underestimating the enemy completely gathered away.

Even if standing opposite her was only a mortal, she must now give her all!

Holding her sword and cupping her fists, Zhou Baozhu bowed respectfully, her voice clear enough for everyone on Lingzhao Peak to hear.

“Jianzhu Sect’s Zhou Baozhu requests Senior Jian Chou’s guidance.”

Jian Chou held the Liwai Mirror, nodding with a faint smile: “You’re welcome.”

“…”

You’re welcome!

Countless Yashan disciples below nearly collapsed!

Fudao Shanren, watching the show on the mountain wall, simply slapped his leg laughing: Jian Chou girl, this sentence could anger someone to death!

Shen Jiu and the others’ mouths twitched even more, having an urge to cover their faces.

They could see that if you split Senior Sister open to look, black inside!

Zhou Baozhu, standing opposite Jian Chou, had already adjusted her mindset to an optimal state, but hearing this “you’re welcome,” her blood also surged.

Taking advantage of this anger, she darkened her expression, drew her long sword, and a blazing purple light shot skyward!

A one-zhang radius battle disc finally shone beneath her feet!

Zhou Baozhu was determined to defeat Jian Chou with the fastest speed!

The Liwai Mirror was Zheng Yao’s gift as a meeting present, a superior magical artifact that could withstand a Golden Core stage cultivator’s full strike.

Jian Chou held the Liwai Mirror, her fingers lightly touching the mirror surface. Crystal-colored radiance emanated outward, instantly beautiful.

On the Sword Drawing Platform, purple light and golden radiance reflected each other brilliantly.

In terms of magical implements, Zhou Baozhu was slightly inferior, but she had the advantage of long cultivation and mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

When Jian Chou had blocked Sister Xu’s Lanyuan Strike, she held Fudao Shanren’s Nine-Section Bamboo, a very high-grade item. According to the sect elders’ analysis, Xu Lan’er’s failure that time was purely due to the magical artifact’s advantage.

But now…

Jian Chou didn’t use Nine-Section Bamboo but came up with the Liwai Mirror—that was seeking death.

Because all Jianzhu Sect disciples knew that, though Xu Lan’er had higher cultivation, when it came to instantaneous attack power, Zhou Baozhu was the rising star among Jianzhu Sect disciples!

At that moment, Zhou Baozhu was already confident of victory.

She stared intently at Jian Chou’s hand holding the Liwai Mirror while raising her sword. Abundant spiritual power suddenly burst from her ancestral aperture, shining brilliantly!

Simultaneously, she stepped forward, transforming into countless afterimages, charging toward Jian Chou, who remained motionless!

Her battle disc’s rotation speed suddenly accelerated due to spiritual power injection, dazzling and eye-catching.

On the battle disc, a Dao Seal composed of over ten dao characters began lighting up from the first dao character one by one.

The sword in Zhou Baozhu’s hand blazed with radiance, covering the sky, seeming to envelop the entire Sword Drawing Platform and covering Jian Chou’s figure within.

Jian Chou didn’t move.

Only the Liwai Mirror in her hands emitted faint flowing light.

Yet such flowing light seemed so insignificant under the brilliant purple radiance.

The people below were already unable to resist crying out.

Dangerous!

Jian Chou slowly raised her eyes, looking at Zhou Baozhu getting closer and closer, but her mind was pondering a question.

Would this kill someone?

She didn’t know.

She only knew that if she didn’t act now, the one dying definitely wouldn’t be Zhou Baozhu, but herself!

She had a Heavenly Disc; she had Dao Seals; she had strength!

What reason was there not to draw swords, not to act?

She slightly lowered her eyes, and blazing white light erupted beneath her feet.

Wild wind rose and swirled, making her robes and black hair fly together.

A one-zhang-one-chi battle disc spun out.

Zhou Baozhu was getting closer and closer.

In the purple light covering everything, others couldn’t see, but only she could see that battle disc!

Kun line after kun line shining bright, following heaven and earth’s most ancient mysteries, arranged on the battle disc, spiritual light radiating in all directions, extending outward…

The entire battle disc was lit!

Not a single Kun line was dim!

Zhou Baozhu was finally completely horrified.

However, no one would know her horror.

Everyone could only see purple light covering everything, their Yashan Senior Sister like a helpless, powerless lone boat drifting in raging wind and waves.

One dao character.

Lit up on the battle disc near Jian Chou’s feet, then dimmed.

The second dao character.

The third dao character.

…

A stream of light flashed, and a dao character lit up.

This was a beginner’s Dao Seal reaction.

If the caster had already mastered the Dao Seal like using their limbs, the entire Dao Seal should have appeared the moment the battle disc emerged!

Zhou Baozhu’s initial horror finally subsided somewhat, and the towering purple light finally slashed down!

Jianzhu Sect’s Lanyuan Strike!

Jian Chou sighed.

Next time, when she studied Dao Seals properly, she would try using her hands to cast them.

For now…

She didn’t dare take risks. At this crucial moment, if using hand seals to cast Dao Seals failed, what would be lost wouldn’t just be her face, but all of Yashan’s face.

As this thought flashed through her mind, Jian Chou immediately raised her leg, facing the towering purple light, facing Zhou Baozhu’s sword, facing Jianzhu Sect’s Lanyuan Strike, and thunderously kicked!

Charging forward!

A huge phantom appeared the instant Jian Chou raised her leg!

Phantom and purple light converged together!

The moment it appeared, it forced back the purple light, and Jian Chou’s figure finally appeared clearly before everyone!

Of course, everyone also clearly saw Jian Chou’s posture.

Just one leg going over like that!

Phantom and purple light!

The originally massive collision didn’t last very long.

“Pop.”

Like a bubble bursting on the water’s surface, the sound was light.

That towering purple light seemed unable to withstand a single blow and shattered the instant of collision!

Zhou Baozhu’s sword didn’t even get close to Jian Chou’s body before being struck by that phantom from mid-air!

She only felt a tremendous force assault her internal organs, and the spiritual energy in her body’s meridians seemed to lose all resistance the moment the phantom passed through her body, rampaging through her meridians!

“Pff”—a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out.

Zhou Baozhu could no longer hold her sword.

“Clang”—the long sword fell to the ground.

Zhou Baozhu herself was carried by that phantom, directly thrown from the Sword Drawing Platform, heavily landing at the edge of Lingzhao Peak!

That phantom, after crushing Zhou Baozhu, didn’t stop but continued straight forward, bombarding distant clouds, punching through a strangely shaped hole, traveling very far before finally exhausting its power.

One strike’s power—so terrifying!

All of Lingzhao Peak was silent.

On the Sword Drawing Platform, now only Jian Chou’s figure stood, feet on the battle disc, facing the wind majestically!

After a long while, two cries of alarm rang out from the mountain wall.

“Sister Zhou!”

These were the other two Jianzhu Sect female cultivators, flying up one after another, rushing urgently toward Zhou Baozhu, who was about to fall off Lingzhao Peak!

On the mountain wall, Shen Jiu and the others were completely dumbstruck.

So violent!

This was crazy…

This was crazy!

Jianghe, having previously felt the “magnificence” of the strike that broke through the Scripture Pavilion, now experiencing it again, felt his scalp tingling and cried out with a sobbing tone: “It was the leg…”

Sword fanatic Kou Qianzhi couldn’t help himself, brilliant light bursting from his eyes.

His hand slowly pressed against the long sword at his waist, which seemed ready to struggle free.

Chen Weishan’s gaze was also blank, staring at that plain-colored figure on the Sword Drawing Platform, feeling that the sky was clear and bright.

“So it’s drawing legs at the slightest disagreement…”

Shen Jiu was already in shock, and now was scared of being frightened off the mountain wall by this sentence.

Like them, everyone in Yashan who witnessed this scene was extremely shocked.

The battle process was too short, but also too stunning!

One strike against one strike!

One victory, one defeat!

Unlike everyone else, Qu Zhengfeng didn’t speak, his gaze sweeping over Zheng Yao and Fudao Shanren standing ahead.

These two were still maintaining their spectating posture, staring blankly at Jian Chou on the Sword Drawing Platform, as if fallen into eternal speechlessness.

This scene was somewhat strange.

Qu Zhengfeng followed their gaze to the Sword Drawing Platform, where the battle disc beneath Jian Chou’s feet finally slowed its rotation, its radiance gradually dimming, slowly disappearing into the hard stone of the Sword Drawing Platform.

“Heavenly Disc…”

The slightly trembling voice revealed Qu Zhengfeng’s rare emotion.