CH 126

In the eyes of Yan Qianli, a trace of admiration flashed. Although they had different paths and couldn’t collaborate, he was growing more and more respectful and admiring of this woman.

Her graceful bearing, her proud and disdainful attitude, and the repeated losses he had suffered because of her in the various struggles over the past few months.

In the eyes of the demonic cultivators, all female cultivators were just tools. Although Yan Qianli followed the path of bloodthirsty battles and had long lost any desire for men and women, his ingrained contempt for female thinking remained. He had never thought much of Qiu Wuji before.

The reputation she had was nothing more than the result of those hypocritical gentlemen in the orthodox sects who would fawn over beautiful women, treating them like fairies and carrying them on flower-decorated sedan chairs, making it seem like she was incredibly powerful…

Now he realized that Qiu Wuji was truly a top-notch cultivator and the strongest opponent he had encountered in his life.

If he wanted to win, he had to strike at her Dao heart from another angle. “Does Master Qiu know that by sending everyone out, you have fallen into my trap?”

Qiu Wuji smiled faintly. “It’s nothing more than setting up some pawns and ambushing Cloud Horizon Mountain… But does Lord Yan know that our sect has been secretly practicing new techniques during this time? Even if it were you in person, you might not be able to find a way to break through the defenses of the myriad illusions and the layers of obstacles.”

Yan Qianli was slightly taken aback.

But Qiu Wuji continued calmly, “I wonder if Lord Yan is confused about where the Boneless Old Man has gone recently?”

Yan Qianli said indifferently, “A withered bone in the tomb, nothing to fear. I have made my arrangements.”

Qiu Wuji replied, “While you have been cautious of the Boneless Old Man, you may have overlooked the Poison Hand Devil Lord.”

Yan Qianli laughed, “A wretched dog who escaped with his Nascent Soul, what can he do?”

Qiu Wuji calmly said, “Our sect has a very capable disciple named Chu Tiange. You may have heard of him.”

Yan Qianli nodded and said, “This person is resilient, with extraordinary luck and achievements at such a young age. Many of our subordinates have suffered setbacks at his hands. I have indeed heard of him. Cloud Horizon Sect is truly a land of remarkable individuals, producing outstanding talents.”

“Individually, Chu Tiange may only be a junior worthy of a few praises in your eyes, and individually, the Poison Hand Devil Lord is nothing more than a wretched dog.” Qiu Wuji smiled faintly. “But when Chu Tiange carries the Nascent Soul of the Poison Hand Devil Lord and infiltrates your Nine Inferno Altar, you may need to consider the kind of reaction their collaboration can bring.”

Yan Qianli’s expression changed slightly.

“Clang!” The Autumn Water Sword unsheathed, and the shimmering divine light illuminated the night.

Qiu Wuji pointed her sword and said, “Our battle, in fact, I would prefer to enjoy the thrill of fighting against an evenly matched opponent. Disturbances from the outside only clutter the mind and offer no benefit to our paths. I have long admired your Fire Prison Sect, Lord Yan. Why not give me a demonstration?”

Yan Qianli felt that this woman was a bit cunning. You’ve covered both the good and the bad. Is this how your master taught you to uphold righteousness?

But she wasn’t wrong. A sense of heroic spirit surged within Yan Qianli, and he decisively cast aside the external disturbances, bursting into laughter. “Indeed, you are Qiu Wuji… Watch my fist!”

A wildly unparalleled fist of blazing flames came tearing through the air, accompanied by the roaring of a fire dragon, fierce and ferocious.

As the fire dragon passed through the air, the ground several yards away was scorched black, leaving behind traces of burn marks.

In the distance, Qiu Wuji’s figure became blurry, merging with the autumn water’s reflection, blending into the night sky. It seemed as though she was everywhere, and the shimmering water light submerged the flames.

“Clang!” A dazzling sword radiance blossomed under the moonlight, and an unrivaled sword aura tore through the night, cutting through both the darkness and the flames.

At this moment, people suddenly remembered that Qiu Wuji was not a water cultivator as the outside world had assumed.

She was a sword cultivator!

The most fierce, the most relentless, the sword that could annihilate everything!

“Boom!”

The entire mountaintop exploded, and pitch-black flames surged into the sky. In the dark night, amidst the black flames and the aura of darkness, the space twisted chaotically.

The onlookers in the distance could no longer see the scene at the center of the battle. They could only witness a brilliant sword light rising from the darkness, like the eternal moon in the night sky. Moonlight was like water, gently spreading across the mortal realm, reflecting mountains and rivers, connecting to the distant sky.

………

As a cultivation novel, Chu Ge’s depiction of the fight scenes was very detailed. This chapter wasn’t finished, but he found a stopping point and published it as a 2 part chapter.

Readers were both satisfied and angered by it.

While feeling relieved and thinking that the climax was well written, they were also frustrated that Chu Ge was becoming more and more excessive with the broken chapters. How could he leave the readers hanging in the middle of a fight?

However, this time Chu Ge didn’t intentionally break the chapter. At this moment, his gaze was unusually serious because he was reviewing whether the fight details he wrote matched what he had just witnessed.

It was normal for there to be differences in details, especially regarding Qiu Wuji. Since she had already broken through the boundary of the book, many of her actions no longer followed his writing, and Chu Ge was already accustomed to that.

But why were there also differences in the details of Yan Qianli? Was it because of the butterfly effect caused by Qiu Wuji’s differences, where her different attacks naturally led to Yan Qianli making different choices? Or was it because Yan Qianli had also begun to show signs of “breaking free from the Heavenly Dao”?

This couldn’t be overlooked.

Considering Yan Qianli’s level of cultivation, if he had already sensed the existence of the “Heavenly Dao,” then it was only natural for him to attempt to break free. If Qiu Wuji could do it, there was certainly a possibility that Yan Qianli could do it as well.

Perhaps it hadn’t been noticed in everyday encounters, but in this life-and-death confrontation, had he revealed something?

Was it possible for the outcome to deviate from what was written and completely spiral out of control?

Chu Ge slowly wrote a new chapter on the document, his mind tightly focused, not missing a single detail of the intertwining sword light and flames within the black inferno.

The details that even powerful cultivators couldn’t see were vividly present in his eyes.

“A few days ago, you frequently split your soul and wandered. I didn’t know where you were.” Within the flames, Yan Qianli whispered, “I thought it might have hindered your cultivation, but unexpectedly, when we meet again, your cultivation has become even more solid and profound. All changes reside in your heart, like the reflection of the moon on the water.”

Qiu Wuji swung her sword to break through the flames and calmly replied, “Likewise, your profoundness is beyond my expectations.”

“So…” Yan Qianli’s eyes revealed a strange expression, a mix of excitement and ferocity. “Your Myriad Shadow Reflections are something that completely transcends the concept of Cloud Horizon Sect. No one in the world would have thought… I don’t even know if the Heavenly Dao has thought about it… Are you trying to break free from it, aren’t you?”

Qiu Wuji’s expression turned cold.

Suddenly, a hint of white appeared within Yan Qianli’s black flames.

White flames, they clung to Qiu Wuji’s sword, spreading and scorching, silently permeating through her meridians along the Autumn Water Sword, which should have been impervious to all flames, in the blink of an eye.

“Some of the things I’ve cultivated, does the Heavenly Dao know?” Yan Qianli roared towards the sky. “To control the fate of Yan Qianli, damn you, Heaven!”

“Boom!”

The white flames surged, replacing the darkness of the night.

Qiu Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood, shocked and forced to retreat.

She could suppress these white flames, but what truly made her tremble in fear was the fact that Yan Qianli had noticed it. How could he have noticed?

This slight wavering in mentality is the cause of defeat in battles at this level!

Could Yan Qianli let go of this opportunity?

With a mad roar, a terrifying blazing wave surged up, and the entire central peak turned into nothingness.

Qiu Wuji, located at the center of the inferno, could only deploy her defenses and quickly retreat from the highest temperature area.

As the flames flickered, Yan Qianli had already intercepted her escape path, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty frenzy. “Stay!”

His demonic hand transformed into a fist, and the terrifying blaze was about to crash onto Qiu Wuji’s back.

A gleam of determination flashed in Qiu Wuji’s eyes. In mid-air, she spun around, and the partially shattered Autumn Water Sword suddenly pierced the center of the fist.

“Boom!”

The heavens crumbled, the earth shook, and the hundred-li central peak turned into ruins.

“He said I would win, so I will win!” Bloodstains traced the corners of Qiu Wuji’s mouth as her gaze hardened. “You can’t escape.”

Yan Qianli was about to mock her when suddenly his mind shook.

The white flames he had worked so hard to cultivate inexplicably regressed, rapidly transforming back into the original black flames and weakening significantly.

An irresistible pressure descended, signaling that the Heavenly Dao was correcting the course of the world: “Erasing the super dramatic technique that should not have existed.”

Superficially, this seemed to have no effect on Yan Qianli, but in the midst of battle, it was a fatal blow.

It was like wielding a precious sword, thinking it could cut through iron like mud, only for it to suddenly break… in that moment of reaction, everyone had a vulnerability.

Sun Ce died because of this.

(( Sun Ce was a prominent historical figure in ancient China. ))

And so did Yan Qianli.

With a “pu” sound, the Autumn Water Sword plunged deeply into Yan Qianli’s heart.

The flames ceased, and tranquility spread over a hundred miles. With a violent roar, Yan Qianli’s nascent soul fled away.

Qiu Wuji coughed up a mouthful of blood, too weak to give chase, and too lazy to do so. She raised her head and gazed at the moon, as if she could see a smiling face within it.

Chu Ge saved the document and published a chapter that was completely different from the actual battle process, yet there was a light smile on his face. “I said I could help you with one strike… I told you not to underestimate anyone. Come back and get spanked.”

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