She became a god

Everyone knows Wen Xichun is crazy, but Di Zixuan is the first living person to dare say that to her face.

Upon hearing this, Di Zixuan felt a pang of regret, but ultimately, anger prevailed.

"You disguised yourself as my bodyguard the whole way, faked your death to escape, and only revealed your true colors when we were almost at Qinghe. Wen Xichun, you really have some skills, daring to steal my prize?"

Di Zixuan was convinced that Wen Xichun wanted to take a share of the profits from him, so he couldn't help but continue to ridicule her.

"You usually rely on your high cultivation level, you are arrogant and conceited, and you are used to being arrogant. But do you not know that someone like you who refuses to help those in distress, treats human life as ants, and has killed countless people, will not be pitied by anyone even if you go to the Saha Hell?"

Upon hearing this, Yuantong felt a pang of pity, but ultimately said nothing.

The screams of tens of thousands of wronged souls in Pingcheng still faintly echoed in his ears, and he silently recited the Rebirth Mantra once more.

“I did not impersonate a bodyguard, and I do not need anyone's pity.”

Having said that, Wen Xichun drew her long sword and thrust it straight at Di Zixuan.

Di Zixuan, being a talisman cultivator, relied heavily on the abilities of his original body, Chen Pi, while Wen Xichun was quite different.

As the strongest sword cultivator, and a lone wolf who relies on her own efforts, her combat power is already unmatched.

Now, the body possessed is that of a secret guard carefully trained by the Chen family of Pingcheng, whose physical abilities can keep up with her techniques.

Although she was wielding a rusty longsword, it did not prevent her from delivering deadly blows.

Di Zixuan had no doubt that if he were to lose focus even for a moment, he would die at the hands of Wen Xichun.

Fortunately, he had subordinates.

Di Zixuan smirked, "Your companion has a knife to his throat from my men, doesn't he?"

Lin Jingchuan complained once again about his weak body; the sharp blade pierced his skin, leaving a bloody gash.

He still had some backbone after all, and his refusal to beg for mercy made him look down on.

Yuantong closed his eyes and remained silent, seemingly prepared to face his death.

Deep down, he always felt that dying in this world wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Wen Xichun finally stopped, and silently waited for the man's terms.

"I had no intention of making things difficult for you."

Lin Jingchuan spat at him directly, but it was too annoying that he was too far away.

"You made a vow to us against your inner demons, do you intend to break it?" Yuan Tong glanced at Di Zixuan indifferently.

"Why do you always frame people like this?" Di Zixuan sighed. "I've already said I have no intention of making things difficult for you."

"You're after Wenxi Spring?"

Yuantong suddenly remembered the quest that had been taken down. "Were you the one who took that quest scroll?"

Di Zixuan chuckled, "Jingzhe, you've finally admitted that you are you."

"This humble monk only learned of the mission by chance; please do not try to frame this humble monk."

Di Zixuan had long anticipated that Yuantong wouldn't admit it; it was just as hypocritical as the Jingzhe he remembered.

Lin Jingchuan couldn't understand what riddles they were exchanging, nor did he have time to ponder the connection between the two. He only wanted to know, "What mission?"

Yuantong glanced at Wen Xichun, who hadn't said a word since she stopped, as if it were all none of her business.

Yuantong suddenly didn't want to talk about it anymore, didn't want to talk about those dirty things.

But then Wen Xichun suddenly spoke, "Kill me?"

Yuantong was shocked. He was surprised by the ease and indifference with which Wen Xichun said those words, and felt sorry for her.

Sadly, she was unaware that many things in this world, far worse than death, awaited her.

Thinking of Ye Qingzhou's concern for Wen Xichun, Yuantong felt that perhaps the otherworldly realm of Yuya Secret Realm was one of the few opportunities he could reveal something to Wen Xichun.

"It's a mission specifically for Miss Wen. The mission is to make Miss Wen suffer through countless hardships, experience all the pains of love and desire, and taste all the facets of life."

Since the conference, Yuantong had come to know Wen Xichun's personality to some extent. Fearing that she might not understand, he added, "Nine deaths not only mean physical death, but also the loss of one's spirit."

Will her heart still beat?

"You'll be disappointed."

Wen Xichun replied with unwavering resolve; the prerequisite for heartbreak is that there is still something to cherish.

In this world, nothing belongs to her except her sword.

The straw bear had long been trampled to pieces.

She is no longer the super-strong little girl who could only carry sacks of rice.

The others were surprised by her reply.

There are too many desires and loves in the mortal world. Even a great being who is just one step away from ascending to immortality cannot guarantee that he has never been trapped by love.

Even those who attained enlightenment through killing their husbands or wives, and who achieved great mastery of the ruthless path, dare not say that they never experienced a sense of despair during the process of attaining enlightenment.

If one does not feel emotion, how can one be ruthless?

Wen Xichun was ultimately too arrogant, Yuantong shook his head and sighed softly.

That's all he had to say; this was the only thing he could do for Wenxichun.

Even if the other party doesn't care.

Di Zixuan looked at the extremely arrogant woman in front of him and laughed.

Even such an unruly person has a weakness that I can exploit.

From now on, her infamous reputation will become her shining achievement.

"I beg Miss Wen to break her sword and commit suicide!"

Wen Xichun was a crazed sword cultivator. Sword cultivators died by their swords, and she was forced to break her own sword and commit suicide. The humiliation was self-evident.

For Wen Xichun, this was indeed an extremely unpleasant way to die.

Di Zixuan was so smug. He watched Wen Xichun raise his sword and then watched as Wen Xichun broke the sword.

Then she watched as she threw the sword... toward the guards holding Lin Jingchuan and Yuantong.

In Chen Pi’s memory, this bodyguard’s martial arts skills were not particularly outstanding, so why was Wen Xichun able to kill someone with an ordinary, even somewhat dull, sword from such a distance?

He doesn't seem like an ordinary person; he looks more like a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.

But this is a strange world without spiritual energy, so how could anyone be as powerful as a cultivator?

"Hurry up..." Di Zixuan clutched his bleeding abdomen, where a withered lemongrass was stuck.

It was the dry grass that he set on fire tonight!

"Withered grass becomes a sword, you weren't born with a sword-wielding spirit, you are..."

Di Zixuan wanted to say something more, but he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

A few drops also splashed onto Wen Xichun's face, but she didn't care. She took out a few more dry grasses and killed the remaining guards one by one.

Torches were scattered on the ground, illuminating her face, making her indescribably alluring and captivating.

Lin Jingchuan observed her coldly, and felt that she resembled a woman in a painting.

But Wen Xichun doesn't have an ice spirit root, so how could it be her?

“Amitabha, this humble monk has underestimated Benefactor Wen.”

Yuantong gave Wen Xichun a deep look, and he felt that his reminder just now seemed a bit ridiculous.

But who could have imagined that Wen Xichun was not only born with a sword bone, but also possessed a heart of ten thousand swords?

With the sword bone in his body, it's impossible for him to come to this other world.

Moreover, Wen Xichun's cultivation level in this body is not very high, but its strength lies in its excellent endurance and resilience.

The only explanation for being able to use flowers and plants as swords is that Wen Xichun is a person with the heart of ten thousand swords.

Legend has it that the last person to possess the Myriad Sword Hearts was the first human cultivator in the Nine Provinces and Four Seas to ascend to immortality.

It has existed for tens of thousands of years, and the future of Wenxi Spring is limitless.