There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Gu Xia, who was being thought of by many, couldn't help but sneeze.

Who? Who's chirping her from behind?

But in that instant, her hand holding the sword trembled, and the sword fell slightly off course. Qu Yimian's face lit up with joy, and she immediately struck again, appearing behind Gu Xia in a flash, long sword in hand, attempting to launch a sneak attack.

"Hey, I'm telling you." Gu Xia nimbly twisted her waist, blocking the attack coming from behind, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "It's not a good idea to use the same move a second time."

She didn't care whether the other person would lose face, but it made her feel like her IQ had been lowered to the same level as Qu Yimian's.

Does she look like the kind of person who would fall into the same pit twice?

The two spirit swords clashed instantly, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry. Qu Yimian felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if the sword energy, like a knife, had pierced into her limbs and bones along the blade.

Hearing Gu Xia's sneer, she, who was almost showing signs of defeat, suddenly found strength from somewhere, bit her lip tightly, and released a torrent of demonic energy around her, trying to suppress Gu Xia's arrogance.

Gu Xia's spirits lifted.

If you're going to work on this, she won't be sleepy anymore.

The clash between spiritual power and demonic energy seemed to carve a clear chasm between the two, with sand and stones flying around, the air itself appearing distorted, and the bursts of air emitting sharp sounds.

"Holy shit, holy shit."

"Senior brother, help me! Pull me up!"

The disciples who were fighting the ghost cultivator felt their breath catch in their throats, and their raised arms seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force. Their faces turned slightly pale, and they tried their best to mobilize all their spiritual power to stabilize themselves.

One by one, they raised their heads, baring their teeth, and looked at the other side. Good heavens, their opponents weren't much better off. The group of people who had just been all ghostly and sinister looked absolutely ferocious.

The main theme is a battle between masters, with indiscriminate attacks on everyone present.

Yue Ming, thanks to his high cultivation level, was not greatly affected. He still maintained his extremely cold face, and with a flash of cold light, he temporarily repelled his opponent. He then waved his sleeve and sent a burst of spiritual energy to relieve the pressure on everyone.

He frowned and looked up.

These two really don't care about the lives of others when they fight.

However, he didn't care about the lives of those ghost cultivators, but since he still had his personal disciples, he still had to take care of them.

It was during that glance that a thought suddenly flashed through Yue Ming's mind, and his expression gradually became subtle.

Speaking of which, the two people fighting now seem to be his disciples, or rather, his former disciples.

So what's the current situation?

His two former disciples fought to the death right under the nose of his former cheap master.

Doesn't this seem a bit too much of a hellish joke?

Yue Ming's lips twitched.

He didn't know what sins he had committed, but the two disciples who had been expelled from the sect suddenly became arrogant and domineering towards him, the sect leader.

However, he still hoped that Gu Xia would win.

After all, Yueming felt that he had already calmed down enough to accept what would happen if word got out.

He could accept mistaking a fish eye for a pearl, but he absolutely could not accept having a disciple who would destroy the cultivation world.

The former might at most get a few comments about their poor eyesight, but the latter... well, they'd be nailed to the pillar of shame in the cultivation world and infamous for eternity.

The Qingyun Sect can be remembered in history, but not in this way.

Otherwise, all the patriarchs might come to him in his dreams to have a chat.

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