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The enchantress’s movements were downright seductive, but that icy face and that cold, grating voice made it impossible for anyone to feel the slightest desire.

When the middle‑aged man heard her brazen words, his face instantly darkened. "Yaōjī, you’re getting far too arrogant!"

"It’s not that I want to be arrogant, but can you actually manage to take me down?"

Provocation, disdain, contempt—all sorts of meanings erupted in that instant and were all laid bare before the middle‑aged man, making his face turn an ugly iron‑blue on the spot. "You..."

"Cut the crap. I’ll send you on your way!"

With that, Yaōjī stamped off the ground and shot forward like a low-flying swallow, lunging at the middle‑aged man. The willow-leaf Saber in her hand, thin as an eyebrow, hung in the air like a crescent moon, shedding a ghostly cold gleam.

"Swoosh!"

The Willow-leaf Saber in Yaōjī’s hand slashed straight out, driving straight for the man’s throat.

Seeing this, the man’s expression changed, and his body arched backward almost on instinct to dodge.

That sudden lean back let the Willow-leaf Saber brush past him by a hair, but then the blade snapped back in an instant and stabbed viciously down toward him.

Yet before the saber could land on him, the man spun like a top, dodging swiftly off to the side, and at the same time his right leg came up and lashed out hard at Yaōjī.

"Whssht!"

Yaōjī shifted her footing by just a fraction, slipping out of the way with perfect precision.

As soon as she dodged aside, the Willow-leaf Saber in her hand whipped forward, and she hurled it straight at the middle‑aged man!

"Whssht!"

Flung from her hand, the Willow-leaf Saber streaked toward the man like a bolt of lightning.

When he saw this, the man’s face changed again and he hurriedly dodged.

"Snap!"

At that moment, Yaōjī stamped off the ground, her whole body shooting out like an arrow loosed from the string, racing straight toward the Willow-leaf Saber she had just thrown.

In the next instant, she had already snatched the Willow-leaf Saber back into her grip, her body suddenly twisting as her right leg lashed out. At the very moment her right leg shot forward, a blinding cold gleam sprang from the boot at her foot, stabbing straight at the middle‑aged man.

The abrupt change made the man’s pupils contract at once, shrinking into the most dangerous needle‑thin points!

He had never imagined there would be a hidden blade in Yaōjī’s boot, and that it would spring out at a time like this with lightning speed.

"Pchhk!"

A dull, muffled sound followed, and a crimson wound appeared on his body.

Landing a hit, Yaōjī didn’t pause for even a heartbeat, surging at him again with the unstoppable force of a splitting bamboo.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

The Willow-leaf Saber in her hand swept out, the air before her seeming to be sliced open, the sound gratingly sharp.

Facing that fierce slash, the man ignored his wound and hurriedly sprang backward to retreat.

There’s a saying: when he’s down, take his life. Now that Yaōjī clearly had the advantage, there was no way she would let him slip away.

Seeing her swooping down on him, the man’s face sank; his right hand flicked!

"Clang!"

The next moment, several steel claws sprang from the back of his right hand, like the talons of a heavenly wolf, intercepting Yaōjī’s killing strike.

"Swish!"

He had just managed to block that vicious, deadly blow and hadn’t even had time to catch his breath when Yaōjī’s Willow-leaf Saber came slashing in again.

Seeing this, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest, hastily lifting his right hand once more.

"Clang!"

A crisp clang rang out around them, sparks flying.

Right after, Yaōjī’s right leg snapped out, kicking toward him, and the blade at the tip of her boot was like the scythe of Death itself, enough to chill a man from the depths of his soul.

"Swish!"

The man twisted his body to the side to dodge, but at the instant he turned, Yaōjī’s right leg had already lashed out. The kick landed on empty air, yet her body flickered in that same moment, and the Willow-leaf Saber in her hand chopped down at him again!

Yaōjī was fast—so fast she left the man no time to react at all.

"Pchhk!"

The Willow-leaf Saber in her hand bit into the man’s shoulder, and scarlet blood gushed out immediately, staining his shoulder red in a heartbeat.

"Swish!"

Yaōjī yanked the blade free, and at the same moment her right leg snapped out hard.

"Bang!"

Her kick slammed heavily into the man, sending him flying backward and crashing hard into the ground.

He had barely hit the ground when Yaōjī’s figure blurred, and in a whirl of motion she flashed to his side in an instant.

"Heavenly Wolf, I told you—your head is mine today!"

As she spoke, Yaōjī’s right foot tensed, and the blade at her boot tip swept straight across the man’s throat!

"Pchhk!"

He didn’t even have time to resist before Yaōjī slit his throat. His whole body jerked uncontrollably, convulsing like a man in an epileptic fit.

"You... you..." Terror filled his eyes as he stared at Yaōjī, both hands clamping desperately over his throat, trying to stem the blood gushing out.

"You thought I really couldn’t kill you?" Yaōjī said with open disdain. "You’re wrong. You just had too many men; killing you in the middle of them is too much trouble. I had to lure you out."

"And you really were dumb enough to chase me out here," she added, neither too light nor too heavy. "All right, now I’m going to borrow your head for a bit."

With that, Yaōjī used the Willow-leaf Saber in her hand to slice his head clean off.

Once she had severed his head, Yaōjī let out a long, pent‑up breath. "Finally killed you. Now I can finally go back to see Master."

Just then, a deep voice sounded at her ear. "You were three days faster than I expected."

Hearing that voice, Yaōjī’s face lit up with excitement, and she quickly turned toward its source.

She saw an old man come into view, holding a long tobacco pipe and dressed like some rustic farmer.

"Master..."

The old man beamed as he watched Yaōjī rushing toward him. "Girl, you’ve grown a lot in this stretch of time. But the people you’ve been killing are all small fry, riffraff not even worth mentioning—targets so low you don’t even need to use Inner Strength."

"Next I’ll take you to challenge stronger opponents, to get you used to using Inner Strength," the old man said softly. "Can’t have you practicing moves forever."

"Master, does that mean I can’t go back to see Xunhuan even for Spring Festival?"