Chen Ping's Sword

After Ji Mingyue severed her robe and broke her bonds, in that moment, her heart was like dead water. Yet, in a mysterious way, she aligned with the eternal moon, embodying the intent of spiritual annihilation.

Vaguely, she felt an illusion.

She was not a person, but a radiant moon.

No matter the vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world, she hung high in the sky, without joy or sorrow, shining eternally.

Amid the clarity of the Sword Technique, changes emerged.

Facing the Profound Ice Hand Seal, unavoidable and unstoppable, just as it was about to freeze her completely, she pierced through it with a sword, breaking the seal and, in an instant, slaying Gu Qingshuang, the Saintess of the Extreme Yin Sect.

Her mind soared to an inexplicable realm, yet the True Qi within her body didn't rise immediately.

After breaking the Profound Ice Hand Seal, her internal organs were shaken. A chill invaded her body, and she cried out immediately, knowing it was inconvenient.

A thought flashed through her mind: 'I haven't delivered the message; I cannot die here.'

As her figure flickered, she drew out a long streak of moonlight, darting swiftly into the forest.

She aimed for the southwest direction.

An unexplainable instinct told her that someone awaited her not far ahead.

This feeling had no reason.

But she believed it.

"Outrageous, truly outrageous."

Elder Xuan Bing's face seemed to drop ice shards.

To have a junior girl, who could normally be crushed effortlessly, act presumptuously before him, not only killing the sect's crucial Saintess but escaping alive, left him exceedingly displeased.

Watching Ji Mingyue turn to flee, he chased her without a second thought.

Murderous glints flickered in his eyes.

"This time, even if King Jinghai blames me, I must capture this girl, torment her, and let her savor eighteen methods of death."

"As for the Fourth Prince of Beizhou, I'll just pick an outstanding female disciple from the Extreme Yin Sect to impersonate the Commandery Princess. After all, the alliance is just a fig leaf; everyone knows the truth."

Elder Mingyu subtly squinted his long eyes, noticing a hint of deathly aura on Elder Xuan Bing's face without knowing why.

Having cultivated the most sinister and cruel Nether Dragon Scripture of the Profound Yin Sect, he was well-versed in the art using Nether Insects, fed with Profound Nether Qi, capable of Breaking Armor and piercing defenses with ease.

This expert, accustomed to dealing with the aura of death, naturally held profound expertise in it.

He assured himself it was no mistake.

Yet, it was puzzling.

Elder Xuan Bing's cultivation had long reached the Unity Realm Second Level True Qi Spirit Transformation Realm. With the development of spirituality, he could avert disasters autonomously, unleashing enormous power with ease.

A master of such a level, if not faced with a Celestial List expert, could generally retreat effortlessly even when confronted with an unparalleled opponent.

Though the escalation of that little girl's realm was unusual.

No matter how extraordinary, it was likely due to deep foundation and sudden enlightenment.

In this world, some are indeed favored by fate, capable of reaching the pinnacle of enlightenment others might never in a lifetime.

But regardless of enlightenment, no matter how high the spiritual cultivation attained.

The accumulation of physical body and True Qi requires a process.

It doesn't instantaneously reach an enormous depth like Creation from Nothing.

Therefore, whatever absolute Secret Technique the Little Commandery Princess realized, her True Qi strength inevitably requires time to hone; her current power is negligible, incapable of resisting Elder Xuan Bing's pursuit.

Moreover, she suffered a mortal wound; Frost Condensation within, her blood on the brink of solidifying—lest she stop to heal and expel the chill, she risks becoming a frozen corpse.

Could there be an ambush ahead?

As he thought about this, Elder Mingyu did not hesitate.

He too pursued urgently.

Over the years, with cooperation between Xuan Bing and Mingyu, their Cultivation Techniques complemented each other with shared interests, offering a mutual sense of understanding, refusing to let his partner fall into a careless ambush.

Whatever ambush lies ahead, while together, they fear nothing.

Following and providing cover was feasible. Given his suspicion, Elder Mingyu's eyes flickered, his body swayed, releasing a cloud of insects, splitting into a shadow, quickening his pace, roaring forward.

"I remember this path clearly—once capturing a musk deer here with Seventh Brother. His skill at grilling meat was quite fine, though fearing pursuit was too close, the Fire Control was somewhat lacking, leaving the venison with blood streaks."

Recalling that day, Seventh Brother earnestly remarked that fresh game meat with blood streaks may taste slightly off, but it was more nourishing and beneficial for the body.

Ji Mingyue couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile at this thought.

Had they been caught by the Beizhou Barbarians then and died together, it might not have been so bad.

'No, what's wrong with me? How can I curse Seventh Brother to die early? Bah, bah, Seventh Brother surely will live to a ripe old age. I just don't know if he would know or be saddened if I died on this mountain.'

Ji Mingyue could run no longer; her True Qi was entirely depleted.

The sudden elevation in realm, breaching the Sword Technique Extreme Intent level of the Unity Realm, brought both benefits and drawbacks.

The benefit was her every move had exponentially greater power, increasing countless times.

The drawback was that after briefly fighting and fleeing, her entire reserve of True Qi was depleted in no time, like water released from a sluice gate.