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

Both main spirit artifacts, one offensive and one defensive, were temporarily tied up. Even though they were eager to protect their masters, it was to no avail. They also had to endure the beatings from Gu Xia's sword spirit and contracted beast.

It's fair to say they're the ones who are truly miserable.

In her panic, Qu Yimian subconsciously erected a defense. The sound of several magical artifacts shattering was exceptionally clear in her ears. Although she reacted hastily, the speed of a swordsman who had only recently started practicing was incomparable to that of a swordsman who had been practicing since childhood.

Gu Xia's sword energy was fast and ruthless, shattering several of her defensive magic treasures in succession, exuding murderous intent and leaving no room for escape.

Qu Yimian's pupils suddenly contracted, and she felt pain all over her body. Gu Xia's scattered sword light had been an indiscriminate attack, and she had injuries to her waist, arms, and shoulders.

The lingering sword energy lingered in his meridians, and the wound area also burned with pain.

The pain contorted her face uncontrollably, and blood seeped from various parts of her body, leaving a chilling trail of crimson in the cold air.

Gu Xia is quite something!

Qu Yimian was filled with hatred.

The spirit sword in his hand also lost its sense of proportion, and he swung it wildly at Gu Xia with a heart full of anger.

Die, die, die!!

Gu Xia calmly parried her attack, pondering how to wipe out all of her hidden trump cards in one fell swoop. After all, judging from the group of ghost cultivators that had been suddenly summoned earlier, the other party clearly had a few tricks up her sleeve.

So she twisted her wrist and closed the distance, meeting Qu Yimian's burning, angry gaze with a slight smile, "Oh, by the way, didn't you want to know who would be rushing to the cultivation world to provide assistance?"

With just one sentence, the person in front of him instantly began to breathe heavily, and their frantic dodging movements paused for a few seconds.

Obviously, they really want to know.

Gu Xia naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity to kick a man when he's down. The blade swept across Qu Yimian's vulnerable neck, but it was blocked by the magical artifact she was holding.

The sword tip veered off course and finally pierced her shoulder.

The stimulation of the blood made Qu Yimian gasp in pain. Before she thought she could emulate Gu Xia's previous 'great achievements' in fighting opponents of higher levels, she seemed to have forgotten a fact.

That is the natural difference in physical strength between sword cultivators and alchemy cultivators.

Of course, although it seems that neither of their professions are entirely pure, Gu Xia ultimately has the advantage of having undergone body tempering.

Their already resilient physique has become even stronger.

The same injury, if it happened to her, would have been enough for her to roll over and get up to stab back, as if she felt no pain.

But when it comes to Qu Yimian, the experience is quite different.

However, this was not the worst of it. Stimulated by the pain, she quickly struck out with a palm filled with demonic energy, but Gu Xia, who had anticipated this, raised her hand to intercept it. In the brief moment of their exchange, she suddenly heard the unfinished words that the other party had just spoken.

“Before we arrived here, all the major and minor sects and aristocratic families in the cultivation world had already mobilized.” Gu Xia said, not forgetting to strike while also trying to demoralize the enemy. “So before I kill you, you shouldn’t have to worry about whether those cities can hold out.”

She flashed an exceptionally radiant smile.

"Because you'll probably be the first to give up before them."

So instead of wasting your time, you should first take a look at your own situation.

Gu Xia's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and organized, enough for Qu Yimian and the other disciples who were a little further away to hear it clearly.

"What??"

This is an unbelievable twist of fate.

"what?!"

These are the disciples who are currently arguing with the ghost cultivators.

Yue Ming: "..."

Shouldn't he try to fit in, so he doesn't seem too out of place?

Although he was quite shocked, in order to maintain his image, he ultimately only twitched the corner of his mouth to express his feelings.

For so long, he thought he had gotten used to Gu Xia's occasional shocking remarks and that nothing would surprise him anymore.

As it turns out, he was too naive.

This time, there was no surprise, but shock.

Even while fighting someone, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the top of his head.

This is to prove that he is not dreaming.

His other close disciples weren't as good at keeping their emotions hidden as he was.

"Would my stingy father really be so kind?" Xu Xingmu was the first to question.

Don't ask, the answer comes from the understanding between father and son.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

……