Xi Jingxuan went berserk.
Jun Changxiao had to stop her in time.
Otherwise, this poetic bamboo forest would surely suffer disaster.
If Jian Guixu knew Dog Leftovers’ inner thoughts, he would definitely shout at him: “I thank you! I thank your whole sect!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
In the ruined land, sword energy crisscrossed.
The darkened Xi Jingxuan held the Xuanyuan Divine Sword like a demon woman launching frenzied attacks, the hostility permeating all around growing increasingly intense.
If it were only this much, the problem wouldn’t be too serious.
The key point was that sharp sword momentum was wrapped within the hostility—clearly the Tiangang Sword Intent that Jian Guixu mentioned.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Hostility and sword intent permeated Xi Jingxuan’s body. Her disheveled long hair and pitch-black eyes gradually turned bright red like blood.
The gentle-as-water woman suddenly became wild—this contrast was truly quite significant.
However, to be fair, the red-haired, red-eyed Xi Jingxuan was even more beautiful.
What Jun Changxiao cared about wasn’t whether she was beautiful or not, but that after her hair and eyes turned red, her sword momentum actually grew increasingly stronger.
“Ding!”
Suddenly, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword slashed through the void toward him, forcing Dog Leftovers to sacrifice his Supreme Immortal Sword to block horizontally.
“Clang clang clang!”
“Clang clang clang!”
The two swords crossed, accompanied by sparks erupting. One retreated, one pressed forward.
“Crack crack!”
“Crack crack crack!”
The ground fractured, dust flew.
The destroyed bamboo varieties were extremely rare, and planting them also depended on the soil. Now with two immortals fighting on its face, it naturally couldn’t escape misfortune.
Jian Guixu shouted: “Stop, you stop, stop fighting!”
“Boom!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the thatched cottage behind him instantly collapsed.
The paradise-like bamboo forest was completely destroyed in a short time.
“…”
Jian Guixu clutched his chest, breathing rapidly as if having an asthma attack.
Rage! Surging from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull.
“You two youngsters!”
Jian Guixu clenched his fists and roared: “Don’t be presumptuous!”
“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”
The dust floating around suddenly trembled, its surface beginning to be enveloped by sword energy.
“We’re done for!”
Jian Xiaohong said, “Grandpa’s angry!”
“Boom!”
An explosive sound came from the dust-filled area. Only Xi Jingxuan could be seen staggering backward.
At this moment, not only her hair and eyes, but even her lips had turned bright red, looking both wickedly charming and bewitchingly beautiful.
“Had enough?” At this time, Jian Guixu walked forward with lowered head.
His footwork was very stable, but with each step forward, powerful sword momentum emanated from his body. His entire person seemed to transform into a sword.
As a Sword Saint, Jian Guixu’s understanding of the sword dao needed no explanation. In short: strong!
However, when he walked over, the sword momentum gathered around suddenly flew out uncontrollably, spiraling behind Xi Jingxuan, gradually condensing into a vortex.
“This…” Jian Guixu exclaimed in shock: “Borrowing momentum?”
“Swish!”
Xi Jingxuan held her sword horizontally before her. Her slender white fingers pressed against the blade surface, her flame-red lips reciting strange words no one could understand.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
In an instant, the rotating sword momentum behind her suddenly condensed into twelve crystalline transparent sword implements.
“Tiangang Sword Art!”
Jian Guixu exclaimed.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand something and said joyfully: “Could it be that Senior Gu used a special divine ability to store sword techniques inside the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, and this girl inherited them naturally after drawing the sword?”
Jun Changxiao didn’t care about sword techniques at all. He cared more that his own situation seemed very ominous.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
The twelve sword implements dispersed, forming a clock-like circle around Dog Leftovers.
“Retreat!”
Just then, Jian Guixu shouted: “Retreat quickly!”
Perhaps time was too tight. Right after speaking, he grabbed his granddaughter and flew toward the distance.
Though Li Qingyang and others didn’t know what was happening, seeing the Sword Saint run away in fright, they each executed their movement techniques and escaped at maximum speed.
Jun Changxiao didn’t move.
To be precise, he didn’t dare move.
The twelve swords were like twelve bombs suspended around him, giving him the premonition that the slightest movement would trigger them early.
“Palace Master Xi, it’s me, Jun Changxiao!”
Dog Leftovers stood in place, hoping to use his voice to awaken the darkened Xi Jingxuan.
Unfortunately, she remained unmoved.
“…”
Jun Changxiao smiled bitterly and slowly raised the Supreme Immortal Sword: “Since that’s the case…”
“Boom boom boom!”
“Boom boom boom!”
Twelve explosive sounds shook the Guixu Realm.
“Pfft!”
Having fled to a safe area, the Guixu Sword Saint spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.
The reason was simple: the bamboo forest was gone, the house was gone, and even the mountain where he lived in seclusion had turned to nothingness under the bombardment.
Understood. This was the ominous premonition that arose earlier!
“Master…” Zhou Hong said bitterly, “Do you understand that sentence this disciple once said?”
What sentence? It’s best not to meet the Sect Master.
“I understand…” Jian Guixu clutched his chest: “This guy is a harbinger of disaster!”
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A perfectly good secluded mountain had been leveled by twelve consecutive explosions.
However, when the dust settled and the energy waves weakened, Jun Changxiao and Xi Jingxuan’s figures gradually appeared in everyone’s field of vision. They floated in midair, separated by ten zhang distance. One was disheveled and bedraggled, the other had flame-red lips, wickedly charming and bewitching.
“Palace Master Xi is so strong!”
Su Xiaomo said, “She actually beat the Sect Master into such a sorry state.”
“The Sect Master was probably worried about hurting Palace Master Xi and didn’t dare go all out.”
“Impossible!”
Su Xiaomo and the others said in unison.
After spending so many years together, they understood the Sect Master’s steel-straight-man attributes very well. If a single heavy punch could subdue Xi Jingxuan, he would definitely have thrown it without hesitation long ago.
“Why…” Jun Changxiao, suspended in midair, tore off the shattered clothes on his shoulder: “After Palace Master Xi darkens, does she have to target me?”
So many people present. Even when she drew the sword, Jian Guixu was right beside her.
Yet she targeted no one else—just him.
For this phenomenon that couldn’t be explained from a scientific perspective, Jun Changxiao usually defined it as: I’m too handsome.
“Because,” Xi Jingxuan raised her sword pointing at him, her voice ice-cold: “You are unclean.”
The Sect Master is unclean?
Li Qingyang and others muttered in their hearts.
“I bathe morning and night, brush my teeth before bed, apply face masks and do maintenance. How am I unclean!”
“Your heart.”
“Your blood.”
“Your soul.”
Xi Jingxuan said, “Are all unclean.”
“Haha!”
Jun Changxiao laughed loudly: “How do you know my heart, my blood, my soul are unclean!”
“Want to know?”
Xi Jingxuan gathered the Tiangang Sword Intent in her weapon, her gaze cold: “Dig out the heart, spill the blood, extract the soul and you’ll see.”
“Come on!”
Jun Changxiao tore off the fabric fragments on his chest and roared: “Let me see if it’s clean or not!”
“Whoosh—”
Suddenly, Xi Jingxuan charged over.
Her speed was very fast, but for this situation, slow motion had to be used.
One slowly raised her sword to stab, one bared his chest seemingly not planning to resist.
“Squelch!”
The shot originally planned to take ten slow-motion seconds suddenly returned to normal speed. The Xuanyuan Divine Sword imbued with Tiangang Sword Intent stabbed directly into Jun Changxiao’s chest, causing him to stare down in shock.
This woman… was serious!
“Sect Master!”
Li Qingyang and others cried out in alarm.
“Drip!”
“Drip!”
Fresh blood flowed down the sword body, then splattered on the ground.
Jun Changxiao struggled to lift his head, forcing out a smile: “Is it… is it clean?”
“You…” Xi Jingxuan stood before him in shock, her sword-gripping hand trembling slightly, her bright red eyes gradually gathering tears.
“I’m very sorry… I couldn’t help you… resolve the strange attribute, letting you go berserk again. I hope… my… death… can awaken you…” Jun Changxiao’s voice grew weaker and weaker. Finally his shoulders slumped and his head dropped.
“Sect Master!”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zueji and others roared with heart-rending grief.
“Ahh—” Xi Jingxuan released the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, holding her head with both hands and crying out in pain. Tears burst forth. As the tears spilled out, the bright red color in her eyes gradually faded, and her consciousness gradually cleared.
Today, Jun Changxiao died.
Awakening the darkened Xi Jingxuan.
Just as the readers led by Xiao Duo were excitedly commenting “The End, Congratulations” in the chapter reviews, Jun Changxiao, who had kept his head lowered, silently muttered: “As expected, this trick works!”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zueji and others were still roaring in pain, but inwardly thought: “Was the acting good enough? Sufficiently heart-rending?”
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