Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 228 - 226: The Fall of the Sword Immortal Master and Disciple

"So—!!"

"Fellow Cultivators, place your bets! Wager your hard-earned Spirit Stones on the fighter you believe in!"

At the female host's command.

From either side of the blood-splattered stage came the grinding sound of machinery.

Two iron portcullises rose, and the arena match officially began.

Qing Yueqiu emerged from the dust and mist, gripping her Luminous Shadow Sword. From beneath her mask, her crimson eyes glinted with savage killing intent, locked tightly onto the deathly pale man coming out of the opposite tunnel.

'According to my Master's teachings, the Divine Soul Cultivators of the Nine Nether Sect are the trickiest opponents. Their methods are treacherous, and the longer the fight drags on, the worse it is for me. Once they figure out my attack patterns, unexpected complications are bound to arise.'

With this in mind, Qing Yueqiu's legs filled with Spiritual Qi. She erupted with power, becoming a blur as she lunged forward.

'I have to end this quickly! I need to finish this match and get back. I can't be late for Master's morning lesson again!'

...

"Shang Miaoyan, let's just get this over with. I need to get home early tonight."

Pei Yuhang brushed away Shang Miaoyan's finger as it traced patterns on his chest, signaling for her to stop messing around. He wanted to finish up early and go home to Liyuan.

"Miaoyan can't do that, you know. I'm not some delicate woman like Ye Liyuan. I can't just rush it."

"If Xiaohan really wants to end this quickly, you should be a little more proactive. Just satisfy me until I surrender, and we'll be done~"

Shang Miaoyan winked playfully and beckoned to Pei Yuhang with a crooked finger.

Her provocative expression was utterly seductive, making Pei Yuhang curse under his breath:

"You damn vixen, don't push your luck! You're a One Sect Saintess, and you have absolutely no shame!"

"That's right, I have no shame. So how are you going to punish me, Xiaohan? Spank my bottom?~"

'Damn it...'

Pei Yuhang knew Shang Miaoyan was goading him with an obvious ploy, but—for the sake of getting back to Liyuan sooner...

He had no choice but to fall into her trap and give Shang Miaoyan what she wanted.

'Since Shang Miaoyan is being so brazen, I'll just have to get serious and take the lead. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I can go home.'

'I'll show this vixen what Peng Sword Immortal is capable of when he goes all out!'

'Back in the Saintess Hall, you never once beat me without taking your enhancers!'

...

Qing Yueqiu went all out. Sword Qi erupted from her Luminous Shadow Sword in a furious gale, instantly severing Yin Xiangzhen's limbs and head and running him through the heart.

Amidst a shower of blood, Qing Yueqiu landed as gracefully as a butterfly.

But looking at the blood dripping from the edge of her blade, she felt a flicker of doubt.

'Is it over already? How could my opponent have been so weak... No, something's wrong!'

'When I killed him, there were no cheers from the crowd. The ambient noise didn't change at all... I've been caught in an Illusion Technique!'

Qing Yueqiu recalled the combat lessons Pei Yuhang had taught her and realized she'd fallen for the enemy's trap. Her eyes widened in alarm. 'This is bad.'

...

"Shang Miaoyan, what in the world are you trying to pull? Did you just use an Illusion Technique on me, making me... do it with you in an Illusion Realm?!"

Pei Yuhang shattered the illusion, grabbing Shang Miaoyan's slender, fair wrist and yanking her toward him without a shred of gentleness.

Tears welled in Shang Miaoyan's eyes as she complained in a delicate voice, "Xiaohan, be gentle. You're bruising my wrist."

"Don't change the subject!"

Facing Pei Yuhang's glare, Shang Miaoyan said with a pout, "I know I'm no match for you when you're serious, Xiaohan. I just wanted you to spend a little more time with me, so I had to resort to this little trick."

"You—you're shameless!"

Pei Yuhang rose angrily, intending to get dressed and leave. He was done playing games with this cheating Saintess.

But Shang Miaoyan threw her arms around him, refusing to let him go.

"No! According to our Divine Soul Contract, you haven't given me today's Pure Yang Essence yet. Pei Yuhang, you have no respect for our agreement! You can't leave!"

Pei Yuhang was struck speechless by her accusation. "I have no respect for our agreement? You're the one who cheated first!"

"I didn't cheat. When we made the contract, we never said I couldn't use an Illusion Technique to stall for time, did we?"

"You!"

"Alright, now~ Don't be angry."

"Well, since you've found me out, Xiaohan... let's get started for real~"

Before Pei Yuhang could react, Shang Miaoyan flipped over and pinned him down.

...

SQUELCH—

Qing Yueqiu sliced off Yin Xiangzhen's arm with her sword, her brow furrowing in slight disappointment.

She had seized a rare opening and had been just shy of slicing him in two at the waist.

He would be on high alert now. The next chance wouldn't come so easily.

"Impressive, little girl... To think you could break my Illusion Technique."

Yin Xiangzhen clutched his severed arm, the contempt in his eyes as he looked at Qing Yueqiu shifting to wariness.

This woman's Sword Dao was terrifyingly savage. He couldn't imagine how much slaughter she must have committed to forge such a fearsome aura.

'That such a ruthless born killer is a disciple of a major Righteous Dao sect... How laughable...'

"If Illusion Techniques won't work, then let's have our strength decide who lives to see tomorrow!"

Yin Xiangzhen snatched up his severed arm and performed an Evil Technique. Blood began to boil at the stump of the limb, weaving together until a Blood Sword grew out from it.

Qing Yueqiu knew better than to be careless, but she felt no fear. A crimson light flashed in her eyes as she charged forward to meet him.

Luminous and the Blood Sword clashed, their collision making the entire arena hum.

Qing Yueqiu was secretly relieved. 'It's a good thing I disguised Luminous before bringing it into the arena. If I were using the ordinary Spirit Sword from yesterday, a clash of this intensity would have shattered it long ago.'

SQUELCH SQUELCH~

A wet, sticky sound reached Qing Yueqiu's ears, making her recoil instinctively.

'What's that sound? It doesn't seem to be coming from his body.'

'It's—coming from the Blood Sword made from the severed arm!'

An eye suddenly snapped open on the Blood Sword, its gaze locking onto Qing Yueqiu before she had time to pull back.

In an instant, a formidable wave of Spiritual Power flooded Qing Yueqiu's Sea of Consciousness, awakening her deepest fear and trapping her in an Illusion Realm to experience it firsthand.

Qing Yueqiu's eyes widened.

She saw... she saw her Master, right in front of her, intimately entangled with the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land—

The intertwined figures, the uninhibited sounds of passion.

In that moment, Qing Yueqiu thought she heard something inside of her shatter.

...

"No, I can't take any more... Spare me, my love~"

"Who are you calling 'my love'?"

Pei Yuhang reached for a piece of clothing and stuffed it into the Holy Daughter's mouth.

Shang Miaoyan had surrendered, which meant he was technically free to go... But the lust she had ignited in him could not be so easily extinguished.

Pei Yuhang's gaze grew hazy. Right now, all he wanted was to extinguish this agitation.

'I'll just pretend... it's Liyuan in my arms.'

Shang Miaoyan watched as Pei Yuhang closed his eyes, embracing her in a state of Forgetfulness.

The corners of her lips slowly curled upward.

She spat out the clothing that had been stuffed in her mouth, then cradled Pei Yuhang's head with a look of pity and whispered in his ear, "That's right... Xiaohan. Just follow your heart~"

...

"Warrior maiden, spare me! We're both of the Human Race, don't kill your own people!"

Yin Xiangzhen scrambled backward on the ground, begging for mercy. With both legs severed, he couldn't even try to escape.

But Qing Yueqiu advanced on him step by step, Spirit Sword in hand. The cheers of the crowd and their shouts of "Kill!" were like a hymn celebrating her slaughter.

Her crimson eyes glanced toward Yin Xiangzhen, sending a chill through his very bones.

"You shouldn't have defiled my eyes with an Illusion Technique... You shouldn't have insulted him like that."

"He would never be as pathetic as he was in your illusion! You're lying to me! You're lying!"

As she spoke, Qing Yueqiu viciously thrust her sword down, severing Yin Xiangzhen's last arm and turning him into little more than a living torso.

"AHHH—Dem... You're a demon!"

Yin Xiangzhen whimpered in agony. He couldn't understand what his Illusion Technique had possibly shown this woman. Why had her strength suddenly become so terrifying...?

'Is this person not some legendary Female Demon, possessing a body for her second life?'

Yin Xiangzhen, a cruel Demon Cultivator who was used to refining the Divine Souls of others, was now thoroughly, completely terrified.

He tried to beg for mercy, but his jaw was brutally sliced off by a cold flash of light.

He could only use his remaining eyes to watch Qing Yueqiu walk up to him.

"Using an Illusion Technique on me will be the biggest regret of your life."

"Who cares if we're the same race? You insulted him. You deserve to die."

A bloodthirsty excitement gleamed in Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes as she completely surrendered to the thrill of the kill.

SQUELCH!!

Luminous pierced through her enemy's spine, and blood sprayed forth like a cannon's salute.

"Han Qiu! Han Qiu!"

"Han Qiu, Han Qiu!!"

At that moment, the crowd's adulation reached a crescendo.

Everything, and everyone, was cheering for the young woman's slaughter.