Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 251 - 190 Flute Playing Enchants the Soul (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

Chapter 251: Chapter 190 Flute Playing Enchants the Soul (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

With a swish, a corner of the screen was whirled away, aimed straight for Guxue’s face.

Guxue’s Cold Fragrance Sword flicked upwards, as if striking a venomous snake mid-flight, instantly casting it aside!

With a whoosh, the Sword Qi left a hole in the wall, smoke billowing.

At this moment, the quietude within the room was shattered.

You see, just moments ago, in the snap of a finger, the adversaries exchanged several blows, utterly silent throughout.

Guxue, her snowy hair cascading over her shoulders, sword in hand, looked upon her so-called "beloved disciple," and said, "Errant disciple, will you not submit to execution."

Yu Zhenzhen, with a faint blue smoke rising from her hands, replied, "Why should I be executed? Because I don’t eat meat, or because I failed to fulfill my master’s wishes?"

Guxue let out a cold laugh and said, "For that attitude alone, you deserve to die a hundred times over."

Yu Zhenzhen responded, "What attitude? Perhaps for you, master, the attitude of your lover is a hundred times more important than your disciple’s life?"

Guxue’s eyes faltered slightly as she said, "You truly are a calamity; there’s no chance for you to live past today."

Yu Zhenzhen, unarmed, stretched out her hands and said, "It just so happens that I would like to experience Master’s swordsmanship."

Yet with a sword in her hand, Guxue remained motionless.

"Master, could it be that you are a bit wary of me?" Yu Zhenzhen confidently proclaimed.

Yu Zhenzhen bowed her head, especially when her hair was tied in a high ponytail, she bowed her head profoundly.

And this bowing only intensified the indescribable aura of dominance about her.

A jealous flame flickered in Guxue’s eyes as she scoffed, "You think you can contend with me by relying on the Spirit Rhinoceros Palm passed down from our grandmaster?"

Yu Zhenzhen answered directly, "Yes? The Spirit Rhinoceros Palm is the nemesis of all swords in the world, so why couldn’t it bring you down?"

"The Spirit Rhinoceros Palm is indeed magical, but you’re still not skilled enough."

Yu Zhenzhen looked at her beautiful palms and said, "My Spirit Rhinoceros Palm is incomplete, far from the nemesis of all swords in the world, but as for your swordsmanship?"

"No matter how your swordsmanship changes, it’s still that of the Qiongling Sect."

Her demeanor remained supremely confident, as though with these palms alone, even when facing the sect leader Guxue, she could effortlessly parry her sword moves.

Indeed, her recent return of the "White Cloud Surrounding Sword Style" with the Spirit Rhinoceros Palm demonstrated such potential.

Nevertheless, such confidence from Yu Zhenzhen was unwarranted.

After all, she faced Guxue, a sect leader vastly more powerful than herself; skill and restraint could narrow the gap to some extent but not to such a degree.

But confident she was.

For a moment, True Qi enveloped Guxue, deepening around her until her form was submerged.

Her chilling voice then floated over— "I know you’ve always been overly confident, but I hadn’t expected it to this extent."

In that instant, her voice changed.

No, not just her voice, everything around her had changed.

In just a flash, the room, which seemed a bit spacious, was now suffused with her sword energy.

This had become her home ground, the Sword Field created from her concentrated sword energy!

A swordsman within their own Sword Field can turn everything to their advantage, nearly invincible.

Throughout history, martial artists capable of creating a "Sword Field" have been rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Even Duan Yun, Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, could not achieve this, as he had never even heard of the concept of a "Sword Field" and had no clue it existed.

Yu Zhenzhen’s expression maintained its confidence, but her heart was in utter turmoil.

She knew she couldn’t withstand this blow.

The difference in strength was too vast.

Ordinarily, her only chance would be to strike before the Sword Field fully materialized, seizing a sliver of hope.

But this wasn’t an ordinary situation.

Right then, a man’s voice faintly emerged.

"You shouldn’t have come."

"Coming here is seeking death."

"Murong is a gentle person, his saber is gentle too."

"He would not harm a beautiful woman like you unless absolutely necessary."

"Regrettably, you still came."

The Murong brothers crawled out from underneath the bed, took up a position with their back to Guxue, and began a long-winded, pompous speech.

These words had been rehearsed silently under the bed for quite a while, and now he finally had the chance to say them!

"Murong?"

Guxue remained calm.

Now that the Sword Field was established, even if that wench had a trick up her sleeve, it posed no threat!

What’s more, it’s someone who couldn’t articulate clearly.

But in the next moment, Guxue’s composure wavered.

It was because she had seen Murong’s fluttering green hair.

Could it be... the Green Blade Demon?

The intimidation of Murong saying a hundred grandiose words was nothing compared to the moment his green hair fluttered.

At that moment, Guxue also realized that despite his awkward stance, he was indeed a master.

Especially the feeling of his hair fluttering green, filled with Sword Intent, was something to be truly wary of.

Guxue looked at Yu Zhenzhen and said, "Errant disciple, you’ve even colluded with the Green Blade Demon to harm your fellow disciples."

"Don’t think you’re the only one with allies."

As her words fell, a window silently opened and a person floated in without a sound.

One could almost see invisible wings carrying him as he flew.

The Qinggong skill exhibited was indeed astonishing.

Dressed in white, holding a jade flute, and with a belt studded with sapphires the size of dragon’s eyes, his attire was extravagantly elegant.

But what you would notice first were his eyes.

For his eyes were also bound by a delicate jade band, completely obscuring his vision.

His appearance alone, in the span of several breaths, dominated the aura of the Murong brothers.