After traveling to the world of cultivation, I rely on the game system to survive

"Hmph!" Master Mingjue looked at the scene before him and snorted heavily, "You don't know your own limitations!"

Pei Nianyi's gaze finally turned from Xiao Chang'an to Mingjue Zhenjun who was pointing a sword at her. The murderous intent in his eyes did not subside because of his sword.

"Oh, you think you can kill me? You're dreaming!" Master Mingjue looked at Pei Nianyi, who was full of hostility and murderous intent, for a moment and sneered, "You should be grateful to that puppet for blocking a sword for you, but now there's no one who can block a sword for you anymore, so go ahead and don't worry."

Little Chang'an is just a puppet. Even if she poured all her spiritual energy into him, his upper limit is only the Nascent Soul stage. Even if her sword power can reach the Divine Transformation stage, it is difficult to fight against a Mahayana cultivator.

Pei Nianyi didn't want to give it up, but reality was so cruel.

It's just a puppet. Even if there is a trace of Xie Changan's soul in it, it will not cause too much damage to the original body.

Pei Nianyi kept thinking of words to comfort himself.

Even though she thought so, she was still in a depressed mood, and in her mind she could still see the image of Xiao Chang'an standing firmly in front of her, blocking the back of Master Mingjue.

Pei Nianyi used all her strength to raise her hand and quickly grasped the long sword that was pointing at her nose.

Her hand was cut by the sharp blade, and blood slid down the sharp edge of the sword.

"You--!" Master Mingjue suddenly realized something was wrong and tried to pull out his sword in a hurry, but failed.

Pei Nianyi held the sword tightly, regardless of the pain in her hand and the blood flowing out.

The girl looked up, her face was pretty but showed no emotion, and her eyes, which were naturally smiling, were filled with deep murderous intent as she stared at him.

"Zheng——"

A flash of sword light passed by, and the long sword held by Master Mingjue broke into two pieces.

In just a moment, True Lord Mingjue moved. He waved his long sleeves and a stream of spiritual energy rushed up, heading straight towards Pei Nianyi.

Another sword intent swept over, the sword energy was even deeper, and the spiritual energy actually dissipated under this sword.

The sword energy shattered the spiritual energy, but instead of stopping, it became more and more courageous, and the sword intent became stronger. With a "crash", the barrier was completely torn apart.

It was a sword intent as hot as the scorching sun. It came close in an instant, forcing back Master Mingjue and protecting Pei Nian behind him.

Everything around seemed to have fallen into a strange stillness.

A tall and cold figure stood at the place where the barrier was broken. The man was wearing a blue and white shirt and a jade crown on his head. Behind him was a sword case of ancient style. The long sword in his hand was cold and sharp, and his whole body emitted a cold red flame, which formed a very obvious contrast with his cold temperament.

The man's sword-holding hand was half hidden in his sleeve, but the girl knew that it was a pair of beautiful hands with distinct joints.

All the pressure from Master Mingjue suddenly decreased, and only Xie Changan's blazing sword intent protected Pei Nianyi firmly.

Pei Nian turned his head and looked over, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips towards him, but in return he got a look of disappointment from the other party, but the worry in his eyes was real and he never concealed it.

True Lord Mingjue had witnessed the ferocity of this sword when it pierced through a demon beast in the God Transformation Stage, and he knew even more about what this handsome young man in front of him looked like when he was seriously fighting against an enemy.

"Thank you Chang'an!" Master Mingjue's face turned ugly. It seemed that he would not have the chance to attack Pei Nianyi again today.

Xie Changan turned to Master Mingjue, his expression had turned cold. He looked at him quietly without saying a word, but his sword intent became more and more intense.

True Lord Mingjue seemed a little afraid of the sword intent. He waved his hand fearfully and drew a barrier between the two of them.

With a flash of sword light, the barrier that Master Mingjue had just drawn was suddenly broken.

"The Mahayana cultivators from the Medicine Sect attacked the Jindan disciples of my Sword Sect. Are they going to declare war on our Sword Sect?" Xie Changan finally asked.

A hint of surprise flashed in Master Mingjue's eyes. He obviously didn't expect Xie Changan to declare war so bluntly. He shook his head and denied it, "The Medicine Sect just wants to ask Pei Xiaoyou to go back and question him."

He put on a sincere expression and said to Pei Nianyi, "I wonder if you, Pei, would be willing to go back to the Medicine Sect with me?"

Before Pei Nianyi could even think of how to start, Xie Changan suddenly replied, "If you have any questions, Medicine Sect should bring a visiting card to Sword Sect for advice."

"I won't force you. I just hope that next time, Pei Xiaoyou won't run into me alone." Master Mingjue knew that he would not get any good results, so he said a harsh word, raised his hand, and disappeared in an instant.

After Master Mingjue left, Xie Changan walked up to Pei Nianyi. His gaze stopped at Pei Nianyi's hand: "Your hand... doesn't it hurt?" His voice was a little hoarse.

Pei Nianyi still held the half-broken sword in his hand.

At this moment, the pain in her palm brought her back to her senses.

Xie Changan lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the blood slowly sliding down the broken sword. He half squatted down, took out a silk handkerchief from the storage ring, and handed it over.

"Wipe it off," he said.

Pei Nian responded and slowly spread out his hands.

In the palm of his fair hand, there was a sword wound so deep that the bone was visible.

Xie Changan frowned slightly, took out a jade bottle, gently sprinkled some medicine powder on the wound, and then bandaged the wound with a silk handkerchief.

Pei Nianyi raised his hand and showed it to Xie Changan: "Alright, Uncle Xie saved me again, thank you very much!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Changan stared at the raised bandaged hand, then quickly looked away.

"Before we return to the sect, you should follow me to avoid any accidents." He spoke again in a light voice.

Yukunshan Sword Sect.

During the rainy season in the mountains, it is sometimes pouring, sometimes drizzling, from a light breeze and drizzle to a violent storm, with raindrops as big as beans falling densely. In just one night, the stone steps at the mountain gate that stretch to the top are covered with wet fallen leaves.

Two young sword cultivators were slowly sweeping up the fallen leaves with brooms, chatting in low voices as they swept the floor.

The tall young man said, "Brother Chen brought back a photo stone yesterday. I heard that it contains classic battle scenes of our Sword Sect brothers and sisters at the Qingyun Conference. Shall we go find him and borrow it to take a look?"

The chubby disciple nodded excitedly upon hearing this: "I heard from Senior Sister Zhou that this Qingyun Conference was fantastic, especially Senior Sister Pei, who even won the individual award for best performance."

The tall young man nodded, his face full of longing: "Yes, I heard that Senior Sister Pei also entered the inner sect from the outer sect. I didn't expect her performance to surpass Senior Brother Xiao from Tianji Peak and Senior Brother Chu from Yaoguang Peak..."

As they were talking, a piece of skirt fell gently on the stone steps they had just swept.

Yin Tian stood on the stone steps with a smile on her face, raising her chin slightly: "Is Pei Nianyi better than Senior Brother Chu?"

The two disciples hadn't expected their conversation to be overheard by Senior Brother Chu's sister. They dropped their brooms in shock and hurriedly bowed, "Hello, Senior Sister Yin!"