"Starting a fight right upon meeting, that’s really unexpected..."
On Taichu Peak, Pei Wanyu stood with her arms crossed, a slight smile on her face as she looked at the two beams of sword light in the distant sky.
Originally, she thought Qingyue would provoke Zhu Nanzhi with words first, but she didn’t expect Qingyue to know how to use Jin’an to cause Zhu Nanzhi to lose her composure.
But what surprised Pei Wanyu even more was Zhu Nanzhi’s direct sword attack.
Making a move as Xiao Yinruo presented her invitation, it was an extremely rude gesture no matter how one thought about it, especially since Zhu Nanzhi was the Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace...
But in such a setting, Zhu Nanzhi unsheathes her sword without any hesitation.
"This girl is sharper than I thought."
Pei Wanyu murmured to herself, wondering how her good disciple would resolve the dispute between the two women?
With a slightly restrained smile, Pei Wanyu furrowed her brows slightly: "Why is this little girl Nanzhi so crazy?
Let’s wait and see... if my good disciple can’t handle it, then I, as her Master, will have to step in and separate them."
’This woman knows full well that my husband is my man, yet she dares to hug him in front of me, how shameless?’
’Daring, daring to touch my husband...’
’I won’t let this woman off...’
Under the boundless sky dome, wearing a light blue dress, Zhu Nanzhi’s slender fingers flitted like butterflies as she cast a spell, exuding a pleasing aesthetic.
Her left hand forming spells, she unleashed Zhan Ming.
Though it was daylight, behind Zhu Nanzhi, a full moon appeared, its lunar glow like water, accompanied by Sword Qi scattering like celestial maidens, sweeping towards Mu Qingyue.
Endlessly alive—Moonlight!
Zhu Nanzhi wasn’t purely a Sword Cultivator; all she learned and used was based on the Supreme Forget Love Immortal Technique, and though she was enraged, she was still aware of the weight carried by Mu Qingyue’s title of ’Sword Immortal’.
Therefore, her attack was a perfect combination of Immortal Technique and Sword Dao.
Her sword was not particularly fast, but the Sword Qi rising to the heavens was filled with lunar brilliance, brilliantly painting the sky.
Though it was still early morning, the sky seemed to be at the cusp of dusk.
Zhu Nanzhi’s sword light surged like a flood, while she herself vanished into the endless lunar glow, disappearing without a trace.
Amidst the lunar brilliance, another beam of sword light that resembled winter snow emerged.
This sword was far less grand and beautiful than the surrounding lunar glow, but it carried a sharpness within its simplicity, directly reaching the sky dome.
The black and white ’Morning and Dusk’ merely swung, producing a sharp and resonant clang, just one ’Broken Realm’ Sword Qi shattered the sky full of lunar brilliance.
Mu Qingyue effortlessly locked onto Zhu Nanzhi approaching from the left, turned her sword tip, and an icy pressure like invisible air currents surged forth like water waves.
But in the next second, under her black veil, her delicate brows furrowed.
"I, I will never forgive you... daring, daring to touch my husband!?"
Zhu Nanzhi’s classical features bore azure eyes with a hint of madness. Within the unfolded Forget Love Domain, Spiritual Power surged, recklessly disregarding Mu Qingyue’s sword pressure and charging straight through.
With her mind filled with ’my husband was touched by other women’, Zhu Nanzhi attacked without flaw, and her momentum soared even higher.
To her, the Forget Love Path was the Jin’an Road. As long as there was her husband, she feared nothing.
Releasing her sword hilt with a gentle hand, Zhan Ming stood poised before her, the blue and white Immortal Sword around it radiating with flowing light, exuding a righteous aura amidst the commanding Sword Qi.
Zhu Nanzhi’s hands formed spells; the pure white Spiritual Energy from cultivating the Forget Love Path transformed into ’Mirror Water’ Sword Qi, which became unyielding due to her current mood.
Within the Array, wind and rain converged, and Sword Qi rebounded like tidal waves, forcefully breaking through Mu Qingyue’s sword pressure, each strike stronger than the last.
The sword cries became sharply piercing.
Wind and rain converged, condensing into a single fine line, piercing through the void.
Eight winds and rains—Convergence!
Releasing Sword Qi, Zhu Nanzhi sprang into action once again, her expression undoubtedly menacing, as her left hand executed another Immortal Technique.
Water and Wood Grow Together—Flow!
Mu Qingyue, just after swinging her sword like a carefree brushstroke to block Zhu Nanzhi’s straight Sword Qi, ’Morning and Dusk’ resonated, poised to sever that sword beam. In the water, flowers bloomed; each petal’s unfurling represented boundless Sword Qi.
Mu Qingyue could sense Zhu Nanzhi was also between the sea of flowers, treating the released magic as insignificant, fearing no backlash.
Zhu Nanzhi’s hostility was far beyond Mu Qingyue’s expectation.
With her beautiful brows furrowed deeper, Mu Qingyue’s figure was like a piece of flying snow against the current, each swing of her sword shattering hundreds of petals.
The closer she got, the clearer she heard the sinister voice Zhu Nanzhi released from her slightly parted red lips among the sword cries.
"Shameless, brazen... touching my husband, unforgivable, inexcusably..."
Seeing Zhu Nanzhi’s almost suicidal attack, a ripple stirred within Mu Qingyue’s always cold heart.
All along, she’d been holding back. After all, leaving some leeway for her junior brother’s ’fake lady’, the junior brother would surely be grateful.
But Zhu Nanzhi was too aggressive.
’She’s only a woman who staged a fake marriage with my junior brother. Why does she think she can claim him for herself?’
’I am his Senior Sister, and I’ve never accused you of taking him away. Yet you feel justified in your actions?’
’Even if you did marry him, being his Senior Sister, doesn’t that make me your Senior Sister too?’
Especially since this impudent girl whose cultivation, Sword Dao is inferior to mine, how does she plan to contend with me!?
Mu Qingyue’s long silver hair flew, the Sword Qi of the Broken Realm Realm erupted fully, instantly forming an ice and snow sword domain, colliding with Zhu Nanzhi’s Forget Love Dao Domain.
The Sword Qi in the sky rolled back like a curtain of water, and a heavy clang reminiscent of a blunt object resounded, while the sword domain and dao domain collided like two giant grindstones, producing a sharp and piercing sound.
Zhu Nanzhi, with her mind full of her husband being touched, only verbalized pressure on Mu Qingyue when she couldn’t hold back her emotions; most of the time, she employed a reckless style, indifferent to the difference in their realms.
Mu Qingyue, a woman of few words, released her negative emotions through her ’Morning and Dusk’.
One was chillingly reticent, the other sternly unspeaking; both wielded Immortal Swords as expressions of their will.
The frosty sword light arose.
Willingly withdrawing slightly from the sword domain, Mu Qingyue remained emotionless as she waited for Zhu Nanzhi to close in, then carved a brilliant arc.
Zhu Nanzhi’s dark green tresses fluttered; Mu Qingyue’s Sword Qi besieged her from all directions, yet even so, she thought of not embarrassing herself before her husband.
Her eyes shut, her left hand formed a spell; the Spiritual Power within her swelled like a raging sea, suddenly increasing by several times. In the blink of her eyes reopening, her already azure eyes streaked with misty blue light, washing away much of Mu Qingyue’s sword brilliance.
Left hand drawn with sword finger across the sword body, thrust forth with a sword.
Urging The Pristine Immortal Body’s body and soul to unify, as she cleansed much of Mu Qingyue’s sword brilliance, Zhu Nanzhi with Zhan Ming erupted with Sword Qi several times more abundant than before, flaring like a horn piercing the sky.
Clear Wind and Moon—Refining Heart!
The grim Sword Qi’s cold light permeated to the core. Mu Qingyue naturally sensed the sharpness this sword brought to her Sea of Consciousness and body.
’Aunt coveted my junior brother, yet there’s so much enmity from this woman who’s only been with him for a mere year and some months, on what grounds?’
Mu Qingyue pondered as she swung a sword, devoid of embellishment, but with an icy and snowy phenomenon trailing off the blade.
When the two swords intersected in a cross, Mu Qingyue’s figure whistled as it shifted, akin to a soaring white crane.
Stationary, Zhu Nanzhi tilted her head at a 45° angle and squinted at Mu Qingyue, showing her a smile for the first time: a morbid smile with eyes glinting eerily.
"Mu Jianxian, why do you dodge?"
Zhu Nanzhi slowly turned, her sword tip aimed towards Mu Qingyue’s location, blood gently flowing over the back of her hand gripping the sword hilt, yet she was indifferent to it.
And in her sight, a wisp of silver hair in the air was shredded by Sword Qi.
At this moment, all around Zhu Nanzhi was her own flowing Forget Love Taoist Skill and raging Sword Qi.
The clouds in the sky rolled like boiling water, and Zhu Nanzhi, her expression grim, gazed at the ever-silent Mu Qingyue, poised to draw her sword anew—
"Nanzhi, that’s enough."
To her Master’s voice, Zhu Nanzhi turned a deaf ear, but—
"Sigh~ Nanzhi, do you want Lu... your ’husband’ to see you ?"