“Jian Chou!”

“It’s Ghost Jian Chou!!!”

“Damn her, she actually dares to come back?!”

“The one from the cauldron competition back then?”

“The plague god—it’s her!”

“Damn!”

…

Like a single stone stirring up a thousand waves!

Jian Chou’s appearance was like a spark falling into hot oil, instantly igniting countless voices and making all the ghost soldiers who recognized her recall the complete terror of being dominated when they watched the cauldron competition that year!

Discussions, curses…

Immediately filled the air endlessly, rushing to the clouds!

Jian Chou herself was stunned.

She only remembered that when she participated in the cauldron competition that year, the impact she brought to the Extreme Territory indeed couldn’t be considered very good. She had even exposed her identity as a disciple of Yashan at the end, arrogantly clashing palms with the lofty Lord Qin Guang before leaving. But no matter what, it shouldn’t have provoked such a huge reaction from these ghost soldiers, right?

Ghost Jian Chou?

Plague god?!

Not to mention her—even Lord Taishan, who upon seeing her appear had instinctively moved to attack her, hadn’t expected this.

What was wrong with these ghost soldiers?

What else could it be?

They had been thoroughly scammed back then!

Hatred!

That cauldron competition eighty years ago—how many ghost cultivators had it affected? Wealthy beyond measure, then overnight, left penniless! The desperate poor ghosts who had wagered everything in a final gamble had even lost their underwear!

Who the hell cared about the grudges between her and Lord Qin Guang?

What they cared about was their Mystic Jade that could never return!

The Extreme Territory held cauldron competitions for one word—”gambling”!

In that cauldron competition eighty years ago, suddenly came this female cultivator with an incomplete soul who was pathetically weak—who wouldn’t pay attention?

Once they paid attention, they couldn’t help but place bets.

After Jian Chou safely survived the first layer of hell, she gradually showed amazing performance, undoubtedly becoming the top favorite of that competition!

How many ghost cultivators cheered and shouted for her?

How many sold their homes and treasures to bet everything on her victory?

But the result…

What the hell was all that nonsense afterward?!

This female cultivator named “Jian Chou”!

Killed her way through!

Killed to the final layer!

Then, a little bald donkey from Chanzong shouted out her identity…

Heh.

A Jiushijiu Zhou cultivator!

A disciple of Yashan!!

In that instant, how many gamblers felt their hearts turn ice cold!

That wasn’t even the end!

After her identity was exposed, she simply gave up all pretense, brazenly and arrogantly rushing out of the Shitian Creation Formation at the end of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, restoring her living body, surging to Nascent Soul realm, and clashing palms with Lord Qin Guang before leaving!

One palm that shattered the Eighteen Layers of Hell!!

What she shattered wasn’t the Eighteen Layers of Hell—it was clearly the beautiful dreams of countless ghost cultivators across the seventy-two cities getting rich overnight!!

From “fortune god” to “plague god”—just one palm!

Even now, the huge crater left by that palm beneath the Eighteen Layers of Hell still hadn’t been filled, so how could the trauma in the ghost cultivators’ hearts be healed?!

Taking people’s wealth was like killing their parents!

Now, they actually had to see this face they could remember for a lifetime again!

She really dared to come back!

All the ghost cultivators truly feared, hated, and were angry at her. The feelings intertwined in their hearts, making their facial expressions extremely twisted!

The boiling discussions started from one person, spreading to two, eight, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand!

“She actually dares to come back?!”

“My Mystic Jade…”

“Eighty years—am I dreaming?”

“What does she want to do?”

“Beat her!”

…

Extreme fear came from dual wariness of her identity and strength; extreme anger originated from being played in the gambling arena back then and the devastating defeat of personal interests!

Someone shouted “Beat her!”

The old anger that had nowhere to vent finally overcame their fear when they had strength in numbers!

One-on-one they were afraid, but now they had numbers!

Beat this plague god to vent their anger!

For a moment, however many there were, that’s how many attacked; however deep the grudge, however thick the hatred, that’s how vicious their strikes!

However many there were!

All burst out at this moment!

In this instant, they erupted with overwhelming attacks!

“Rumble!”

Even though Jian Chou was already alert to this abnormal situation, facing this sudden explosion of attacks like a mad rain, she still felt caught off guard!

What was wrong with these ghost cultivators?

It was as if she had killed their parents!

Lord Taishan’s thoughts spun in his head, finally reacting when he heard the ghost cultivators cursing “plague god” and “Ghost Jian Chou,” feeling speechless inside.

Truly heaven’s timing, earth’s advantage, and people’s harmony were all on his side!

So he seized this opportunity, unhesitatingly attacking Jian Chou like lightning from where he stood in the void. His imposing frame hid a heavy presence, pressing down like mountains!

What Lord Qin Guang failed to kill back then, he would finish!

“With just you alone, you dare call yourself ‘Yashan’?!”

“Boom!”

Arriving later but striking first!

His attack almost simultaneously reached the same time as the sudden explosion of various attacks from the Extreme Territory ghost soldier formation!

Jian Chou was completely submerged.

At this moment, even Jiushijiu Zhou’s side was somewhat dumbfounded, because the commotion on the other side was truly too great, not to mention so many ghost cultivators behind the ghost soldier formation cursing out loud together!

Even if they couldn’t hear clearly what exactly was being cursed, everyone could see this crowd’s indignant posture!

“Isn’t that Senior Sister?”

“Is that Fellow Daoist Jian Chou?”

“That person from Yashan?”

“What happened?”

…

Even from far away, the moment Jian Chou appeared, everyone on Jiushijiu Zhou’s side had already recognized her from that moon-white robe.

After all, there were truly few who could wear such a light color with such presence!

Not to mention her cultivation that had already become fearsome to behold.

But…

This was too daring!

Just like that, single-handedly killing her way to the Extreme Territory’s rear? And why did those ghost soldiers look at her as if seeing their father’s killer? They could understand cursing “Ghost Jian Chou,” but where did “plague god” come from?

“This…”

Fengmo Sword Sect’s Sect Master Zhang Yuandai was once again dumbfounded. Although it was very inappropriate, he still instinctively asked his own question—and everyone’s biggest doubt at this moment.

“What earth-shaking evil deed did she commit?”

On the side of Jiushijiu Zhou’s great ability cultivators, no one answered.

Only a few quick-thinking ones turned their gazes toward Fu Chaosheng.

But Fu Chaosheng clearly had no intention of explaining. At this moment, he hadn’t heard what Zhang Yuandai was saying at all. All his sight and full attention fell on Jian Chou, who was submerged by attacks.

The Mayfly Clan’s perception of time was ultimately too different from ordinary people.

One day was one lifetime.

Others merely felt that since Mingri Xinghai, it had been at most twenty-some days since seeing this Yashan female cultivator, but to Fu Chaosheng it felt like he hadn’t seen her for many lifetimes.

He said nothing, only watching Jian Chou, watching the sword in her hand that was clearly different from before, newly obtained…

Xie Buchen nearby had already witnessed this sword’s power.

Moreover, he had heard of the most mysterious reputation of Yashan’s Yixiantian in the outside world, so he couldn’t help but also focus on the rear of the enemy formation that had been buried by overwhelming attacks.

“Splash…”

Like the sound of water, rushing waves.

In just moments it became deafening, like small waves on the sea surface being carried by wind, growing like a snowball, finally forming tsunami-like walls of waves that swept out with a “rumble”!

Behind the ghost soldier formation, snow-like giant waves actually rushed out!

From the end of those countless attacks!

From the sword held by that female cultivator!

“Swoosh!”

Like giant waves rushing over embankments and flooding beaches, when the tide receded, all obstacles and all attacks were swept away!

It was a wave-like sword strike!

Mighty as great rivers!

The three-chi sword body had already grown to six chi the moment she swung it! Its length made the sword body appear even more slender and the sword momentum even more sinister!

Holding the hilt diagonally, angling the blade!

The instant Lord Taishan clenched his five fingers into that phantom-heavy fist that seemed capable of crushing mountains and splitting stones, striking toward him, her long sword’s tip had already traced the most eerie arc in the void, like a blood-red crescent moon!

The grand momentum like rivers suddenly changed!

Like a fierce demon that had lurked through countless days and nights in the deep dark night, after a sword song as shrill as a roar, pouncing toward someone’s throat!

“Yixiantian…”

From Daoist Hengxu’s throat, which seemed blocked by something, he finally spoke the name of this sword. His gaze passed over the void crisscrossed with beacon fires and battle cries on this battlefield, sticking to that blood line rising from the sword tip, with a deep, oppressive complexity.

How could he not recognize this sword?

Since ancient times, Yashan had three swords, each renowned throughout the world!

The Yashan Sword, nurtured by the spiritual essence of mountain and river veins, was a holy sword;

The Nameless Sword, originating from the temperament of drawing sword in anger, was a true sword;

But Yixiantian…

One life perished, one inch strengthened; one soul vanished, one line lengthened! Soaked through with Yashan blood! Born from death, forged from death into sword! Unwilling in life, unresigned in death!

The sword was born from slaughter, its malevolent qi undispersed—it was a demonic sword!

Daoist Hengxu finally closed his eyes and sighed deeply: “Fudao…”

Fudao Shanren seemed not to hear.

The next moment, this sigh of unclear joy or sorrow was already drowned and lost in the howling that echoed across the entire battlefield!

Yixiantian struck forth, changing unpredictably!

The sword pointed at Lord Taishan!

It was the master of Yashan’s swords, the king of ten thousand swords! With infinite changes, it was the “endless” sword of endless forms and endless meaning!

Jian Chou seemed to return to that day of sword comprehension in Yashan’s weapon vault, with thousands of sword shadows flickering before her eyes, thousands of sword qi weaving before her!

Sword followed heart, heart followed sword!

Immediately her blood boiled hot, her dust-free eyes ignited with battle intent that became sword intent, actually charging forward fearlessly toward Lord Taishan!

“Having just obtained this sharp sword, I wish to test it against Your Majesty. Please instruct me!”