Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 141

Li Jin’an ignored the demon soldiers surging towards her. She lowered her gaze to the small paper crane in her hand, imbued with Xie Huaixue’s serene aura, and opened her Dao companion’s reply on the battlefield.
It wasn’t a spiritual message, but a captured sound clip.
Xie Huaixue’s smiling voice sounded, “I’ve brewed tea with Qingxiao Peak’s snow water. I’ll be waiting for you to bring back your gifts.”
Behind it, there seemed to be a noisy voice saying, “Tea? What tea? Don’t give it to her.” It sounded like it came from the disrespectful elder who was most at odds with Li Jin’an.
Unfamiliar, unrecognizable, couldn’t tell who it was.
Li Jin’an put the small paper crane into her sleeve and sighed softly. Her longing for Xie Huaixue reached its peak, and her gaze upon the demon realm opposite became even sharper and more impatient.
It was these damn things, constantly jumping around and disturbing the peace, preventing her from drinking Xie Huaixue’s brewed tea.
Unforgivable!
She found the demon race hideous and ugly, and the demons opposite her viewed her the same way.
Although the demon realm claimed forty-eight cities, the vast majority of demons didn’t reside in them. Each had their own concentrated tribal lands. After all, there was no day or night distinction in the demon realm; everywhere was pitch black, so living in the wilderness was no different from living in a city.
However, the demon race’s hierarchy was meticulously strict. Any demon able to enter a city was at least at the Golden Core stage or above; Foundation Establishment stage demons were merely servants within the cities.
Even though many had fled before Li Jin’an swung her sword, it was still enough to annihilate a good number of lower to mid-level demons. What’s more, she had directly turned an entire city to ash, tearing off the demon race’s dignity and trampling it underfoot, grinding it hard.
This was why it was a customary rule on the Lancang Continent that high-level cultivators should not interfere in low-level battlefields. When they went berserk, no number of cities would be enough for them to destroy.
But Li Jin’an had no intention of discussing martial ethics with the demon race. She was here for one purpose: to force the demon race to rebel.
Li Jin’an would make Wu Zhaoxing understand that Xie Huaixue was a being she couldn’t even mention.
She didn’t believe that with such provocation, Wu Zhaoxing could still sit still. Even if Wu Zhaoxing endured it, the other demons certainly wouldn’t.
Jijin Sword Sovereign, who had perfected the art of provoking enemies for twelve hundred years, was already naturally skilled at this. As expected, the high-level demons nearby all converged to surround Li Jin’an.
Li Jin’an lightly tapped her sword tip, advancing instead of retreating, and swung down another sword strike.
Boom!
Sword qi, blazing with sparks, descended.
Terrifying fiery light descended from the sky, and the blazing fiery trees and silver flowers bloomed once more, quite reminiscent of ‘a waterfall plummeting three thousand feet’.
Manic and violent, it covered the sky and earth, sweeping away everything.
All the demons in this place felt an instinctive terror as their bodies trembled and quivered before their will, yet they had nowhere to escape, watching helplessly as they were swallowed by the fiery light.
What was more terrifying than the boundless demon horde was Jijin Sword Sovereign’s sword. Whether it was low-level minions or Soul Transformation stage, Void Refinement stage demon generals, none could escape.
This was Li Jin’an’s second sword strike.
Before unleashing her third sword strike, Li Jin’an had already lost patience. She flicked the sword tassel on her Blazing Radiance Sword with her fingertip, then sneered with a mocking smile, “Coward.”
Though unstated, who she was referring to was obvious.
Since you made such grand pronouncements and called her here, don’t be shy and hide!
She even had to go actively seek them out.
She swiftly flew deeper into the demon realm, precisely locating several Convergence stage demon commanders gathered together, and greeted them with her third sword strike.
The previous two strikes were a horizontal sweep and a vertical cleave; the third was a thrust.
The sword was unleashed.
Heaven and earth overturned.
The sword’s momentum was mighty like heavenly might.
The sword qi, condensed into a fine thread, pierced precisely through the necks of the four demon commanders, simultaneously obliterating their spiritual souls that attempted to flee.
As Li Jin’an flicked her wrist, raised an eyebrow slightly, and gracefully executed a sword flourish, the corpses of the four demon commanders crashed down.
Jijin Sword Sovereign successively demonstrated to the world: the ferocious attacks of an ancient savage beast, the Jijin Sword Intent that spread like wildfire, and meticulous, precise control of spiritual energy, as well as fundamental sword arts that, without any complex moves, were the most unadorned yet the most terrifyingly lethal.
Without needing supreme and exquisite sword techniques, a single person with a single sword could cut through the entire demon realm.
Returning to simplicity, turning complexity into simplicity.
Li Jin’an didn’t need to resort to schemes or play tricks from behind the scenes. Her sword could cut down all injustices.
This was her answer to Wu Zhaoxing and to the cultivation world.
Fufeng Domain differed from other realms. The number of cultivators far exceeded mortals. Gatherings were not primarily city-based but centered around the outposts of various cultivation sects and the markets that emerged from them. Elders and disciples would take turns guarding here, allowing them to rush to the battlefield at the first sign of conflict.
Not only Xiaoxiang Sword Lord and Junxing Sword Lord were gazing towards First Heaven Gorge, but elders from other sects were also looking on.
Although half a realm away, cultivators possessed excellent eyesight, making it no different from being present. They had witnessed Li Jin’an’s three sword strikes firsthand. The powerful gusts of wind stirred by the sharp sword qi felt as if they brushed past their ears, raising goosebumps on their skin.
Qi Lingzi, Tan Yanyi, and Ling Qiu’s cultivation was insufficient. They stared wide-eyed but still saw nothing, like blind people with their eyes open, growing extremely anxious. They could only impatiently bounce around Xiaoxiang Sword Lord and Junxing Sword Lord.
The two Sword Masters had no choice but to forcefully open their three ignorant eyes with their spiritual senses.
Even as tears streamed down their faces, they absolutely refused to close their eyes until they had witnessed their master’s earth-shattering, ghost-weeping three sword strikes. Only then did they contentedly close their eyes, red as rabbits.
Tan Yanyi lifted her chin, wiped her tear-filled eyes, and with reddened eyes, said proudly, “When Blazing Radiance Sword is drawn, who dares to contend?”
Ling Qiu enthusiastically followed her second senior sister’s rhythm. “The demon race is dead; Jijin shall rise!”
Qi Lingzi paused, then, under the expectant gazes of her two junior sisters, squeezed out a line of poetry, “Golden spears and iron horses, devouring thousands of miles like a tiger!”
The elders from other sects, still marveling at the three sword strikes, heard these three excessively audacious remarks. They looked at Xiaoxiang Sword Lord and Junxing Sword Lord, chuckling and giving them a thumbs-up. “As expected of Jijin’s disciples.”
Qi Lingzi, Tan Yanyi, and Ling Qiu happily lifted their chins even higher.
As Sword Cultivators who had made considerable achievements in their respective sword paths, Xiaoxiang Sword Lord and Junxing Sword Lord could better understand the terrifying power of Li Jin’an’s three sword strikes. They were still deeply immersed and couldn’t extricate themselves. After regaining their composure, they lightly exhaled a turbid breath, sighing endlessly.
“Just now, I almost couldn’t control my sword.”
Her mind was seized, and the sword intent within her was remotely stirred, eagerly wanting to unleash a strike alongside it.
It wasn’t submission to Li Jin’an’s Jijin Sword Intent; it was more like a pilgrimage-like following.
Xiaoxiang Sword Lord and Junxing Sword Lord exchanged glances, both seeing shock in the other’s eyes.
“Fortunately, we’re no longer at an age where we’d die for face. Otherwise, seeing these three sword strikes, our sword hearts would probably be unstable.”
How terrifying.
Ordinary people, upon seeing these three sword strikes, would probably lose even the courage to draw their own spirit swords.
Those who were struggling to climb halfway up a mountain would take a breath and then see someone effortlessly fly past mountains they couldn’t even see the top of, a feat they could never hope to match in this lifetime.
That was a despair where one’s ambition was utterly crushed.
“Indeed, Jijin has reached the realm of the Great Dao’s simplicity.” Junxing Sword Lord rubbed her face, unwilling to make the atmosphere too heavy on such a joyous day. She said playfully, “You and I are only one thing away from those three sword strikes.”
Xiaoxiang Sword Lord looked at her.
Elders from other sects also looked over, wanting to hear her professional insights as a Sword Cultivator.
“A Dao companion with even more unfathomable cultivation.”
“…”
Xiaoxiang Sword Lord turned away speechless. She really shouldn’t have bothered with her.
Tan Yanyi stood on tiptoe and patted Junxing Sword Lord’s shoulder sympathetically. “Heavens, you’re talking nonsense.”
Becoming Jijin Sword Sovereign is hard. Is finding Qingxiao Immortal Venerable as a Dao companion easy?
The two most renowned and legendary geniuses and supreme beings of the human race aren’t like cabbages that you can just pick up whenever you want. Otherwise, why would there be so many mediocre people in the world?
Junxing Sword Lord’s mouth twitched. Although, this brat was just as infuriating as her master.
However…
Tan Yanyi, whose face was squashed, looked at Junxing Sword Lord in confusion.
Junxing Sword Lord smiled at her, her smile carrying a hint of killing intent. “You comforted me very well. Don’t do it again next time.”
To avoid being demoralized by the master, then angered by the disciple—her emotions were entirely swayed by the people of Jijin Peak.
If I can’t beat the master, can’t I at least bully the disciple?!
Qi Lingzi and Ling Qiu, sensing Xiaoxiang Sword Lord’s gaze, disloyally ignored Tan Yanyi’s pleading eyes and quickly changed the subject. “Is Master still slaying enemies? Why can’t I see anything anymore?”
Junxing Sword Lord looked up in astonishment. “Jijin’s traces have disappeared.”
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Dao Sect, Main Sect Hall.
Another lively small paper crane flew from the direction of Three Realms Mountain, landing in Xie Huaixue’s palm.
Dao Lord Jingting cast a disdainful glance at Chixin Sword Lord, her meaning clear: Oh, you’re her own master, yet Li Jin’an didn’t even send you a paper crane.
This glance had virtually no impact on Chixin Sword Lord, because she was also someone who forgot her master once she had a Dao companion. One could only say that certain spirits of their lineage had been well passed down, ensuring there were successors.
Chixin Sword Lord knew what Li Jin’an would do without even looking at the paper crane. She casually asked, “She couldn’t wait, so she’s going to penetrate deep alone and directly attack the Demon Palace?”
Xie Huaixue nodded. “Yes.”
Li Jin’an’s original words were—
A voice, warm and smiling, sounded in Xie Huaixue’s ear.
“Xie Huaixue, Immortal Venerable Xie, Huaihuai, A-Huai, Xie Huaixue, when I overturn the Demon Palace, you and I will not only be Dao companions witnessed by the Heavenly Dao, but also Dao companions who left the most magnificent mark on the demon race. When I bring back the merits for you, you and I will be equally renowned, our names passed down through eternity.”
That spirited, wild, and untamed energy almost burst out in front of Xie Huaixue, as if Li Jin’an was mischievously blowing into her ear with a wicked grin.
Xie Huaixue lowered her gaze and smiled, then seriously told Chixin Sword Lord, “She will bring us merits.”
Chixin Sword Lord felt something was off. She knew her child; she was absolutely not someone who would remember her widowed, lonely master at home while fighting. However, she slanted a glance at Dao Lord Jingting, returning the look she had just received.
“She held her sword for three years without moving it. If you don’t let her fight to her heart’s content, she won’t come back.”
Meanwhile.
Li Jin’an stood in front of the dark, towering Demon Palace like an unwelcome guest, strangely raising her eyebrows.
“No one home? Then there’s no helping it. This Venerable will plunder, pillage, and commit all sorts of evil.”