Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 221 The Illusion of Liancheng
The desire to have both ways is simply about giving yourself a reason.

Song Huan's chaotic mind gradually calmed down.

Yes, it doesn't matter. It's a fact that the demonic beast poisoned the villagers, so she deserves to die. If Yunhu Mountain really wants to seek revenge for such a disciple, then I will do it.

"Witch, do you recognize my magical artifact?!"

Song Huan stopped arguing with the other party. Huang Shang raised his hand, and a small sword from his sleeve shot out into the air!

Ye Baicha remained expressionless, seemingly unsurprised by Song Huan's choice. She moved gracefully, naked, and approached Song Huan.

Ye Baicha's movements were not particularly skillful. Although she tried her best to dodge, Song Huan's hidden magic weapon still pierced through her slender left arm, causing blood and flesh to splatter.

But the girl didn't care at all and continued to walk straight towards Song Huan. She stopped when she was about twenty steps away.

Song Huan was not afraid of her approaching. His long sword vibrated with spiritual light, and the Wind-Tracing Technique swirled around him, its clear sound like the ringing of golden bells.

Ye Baicha giggled, parted her pink lips, and suddenly exhaled a puff of white mist.

Is it poison?
Just now, that toad monster revealed its use of poison, and the villagers who contracted the disease did the same.

Song Huan did not delay. He first stirred up a strong wind to blow away the white mist before stepping forward with his sword.

But when they were really close and engaged in close combat, Song Huan's heart sank.

Ye Baicha was completely naked and unarmed. Relying solely on his bare hands to control his inner energy, he met the sword's attack several times in the blink of an eye and managed to hold his own!
"The left palm strikes the Sorrowful Pine, the right fist strikes the Viewing Pavilion," Ye Baicha's petite body seemed to contain boundless power, her fists and palms fierce, while she simultaneously raised her knee, gathering spiritual energy on it, her momentum like a fierce tiger, "Give senior another kick, Cloud Tiger... Climbing the Mountain!"

The force exploded, striking Song Huan's protective aura at close range. The shockwave rippled through the fallen leaves and caused the surrounding trees to rustle!

This woman wasn't entirely exaggerating; at least her martial arts skills were indeed rooted in Yunhu Mountain.

Yunhu Mountain is a Taoist sect, and its martial arts training emphasizes physical fitness and capturing enemies without killing them, so the traces of martial arts techniques are very strong.

In contrast, the Golden Bell Sect is a typical cultivation sect, focusing on the spiritual power and profound realm of its cultivators. Although they use swords and do practice sword techniques, it is more of a way to control their cultivation.

If one's cultivation level is higher, then naturally there will be no problem.

But right now, this white tea leaf is displaying the same level of cultivation as the Opening Mansion realm!

Judging from her appearance, she should be much younger than Pei Xia.

What's even more astonishing is that, despite the spiritual energy that should have been depleted during the battle, the wound on Ye Baicha's arm, which had been pierced by the magical artifact, was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That's not right. Even with Pei Xia's physique, it took her some time to recover after being injured by Fu Hongshuang at the top of Qingfeng Sword.

Could this be the reason she uses demonic beasts to absorb the life force of mortals?

Before Pei Xia could figure it out, Song Huan had already failed.

The sword flashed, and the strike was meant to take Ye Baicha's throat, but for some reason, the vision blurred, the hand trembled, and it ended up hitting her shoulder instead.

Ye Baicha laughed and formed a palm strike called "Embracing Jade and Returning the Wind," slamming his elbow into Song Huan's chest. With a piercing cracking sound, Song Huan coughed up blood and flew backward.

"Oh, senior, is it because you see that I am delicate and weak that you are showing mercy?" Ye Baicha said with a crisp laugh.

Song Huan fell to the ground, her long hair disheveled. She looked up at Ye Baicha, but all she could see was a blur. This was...

"poisoned."

Pei Xia's voice came from beside him. He sighed and said, "This woman does have the foundation of Yunhu Mountain, but she also has other opportunities. Not only can she control demonic beasts, but she can also draw life force from the demonic beasts to refine her poison skills. The white mist she just spat out was just a way to confuse the enemy. The poison she used should be invisible, odorless and colorless."

Song Huan could barely hear anything anymore; the poison was interfering with her senses, and coupled with the injury she had just suffered from Bao Yu Huan Feng, her head was spinning and she was almost fainting.

But Ye Baicha could hear clearly. She had noticed the young man beside her before, but his cultivation level was low, only at the Refining Cauldron stage, so he must be a disciple of the Golden Bell Sect.

But to my surprise, he guessed seven or eight out of ten of them right as soon as he opened his mouth.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of inquiry in her crescent-shaped gaze: "Oh? Since you could see through my use of poison, why didn't you warn your master earlier?"

"I only realized it when I saw her poisoned."

Pei Xia was very honest: "Besides, she's not my mentor. I'm just someone passing by."

Ye Baicha pursed her lips and smiled, "Then you have very bad luck."

Pei Xia raised an eyebrow: "No, you kill even those who are just passing by?"

Ye Baicha pouted and shrugged her slender shoulders: "You've already guessed that I'm from Yunhu Mountain, so how can we let you stay?"

“Heh, as expected,” Pei Xia shook his head and smiled bitterly, “You’ve already embarked on the path of cultivation by entering Yunhu Mountain, so why bother taking risks to do these unorthodox things?”

Ye Baicha stretched out her fingers and gently tucked her hair behind her ear: "Being a disciple of Yunhu Mountain has indeed given me a lot of convenience, but as for cultivating the Great Dao, ha, judging by the way these Taoists practice, I don't know how many years it would take to reach my current level of opening a mansion."

As she spoke, a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes: "That old sect leader is especially stubborn. With the power of Yunhu Mountain, what if they occupy ten spots in Liancheng Illusionary Realm? They insist on having the entire sect fight for those two seats. If I don't find some night grass to fatten myself up, how can I defeat those freaks?"

The Illusionary Realm of Liancheng?

It sounded like some kind of secret realm opportunity, but the name made Pei Xia's heart skip a beat—could it be related to the Liancheng Fire Vein?
He had traveled extensively in Dongzhou back then, but he had never heard of any Liancheng Illusionary Realm. Even sects like Yunhu Mountain could only send people there.

However, though he was surprised, he didn't show it on his face. Since even Ye Baicha, a disciple of Yunhu Mountain, knew about it, then Song Huan, an elder of Jinling Sect, must also know. He could find an opportunity to ask him about it later.

As for now...

"Evil must be eradicated before it can be eliminated, for we've already encountered it..."

With a swift motion from his waist, a small sword, resembling rotten wood, emerged from a shimmering emerald light, standing three feet tall in the wind.

Pei Xia held the sword in her palm and twirled it: "Yunhu Mountain is an old acquaintance of mine. Consider this helping my old friend clean house."

Ye Baicha was taken aback at first, then chuckled: "You? A mere Refining Cauldron Realm cultivator?"

Turning around, their eyes met, and a sharp glint pierced Ye Baicha's eyes. In a moment of astonishment, Pei Xia's sword wind had already arrived!

With his fists and palms covered in qi, Ye Baicha still subconsciously used the Sorrowful Pine Palm to parry Pei Xia's sword.

She was absolutely confident because Pei Xia's cultivation level was what it was; no matter what, he couldn't defeat her, a mere Opening Mansion Realm cultivator, in a contest of strength.

As expected, the opposing energies clashed, and the palm firmly blocked the opposing energy on Pei Xia's sword.

But right under Ye Baicha's nose, the wooden sword actually "shed" from the sword energy!

The golden sword energy remained in the air, while the wooden sword was raised again and slashed down towards Ye Baicha's head.

How is this possible? The fact that this person can attach their qi to a weapon already proves their extraordinary martial arts talent. But to completely transcend the realm of cultivators, wouldn't that mean they've become... a master of qi manipulation?!

With the wooden sword pointed at her, Ye Baicha instinctively wanted to rush forward and attack. After all, she was at the Refining Cauldron Realm, and it was a wooden sword, so it shouldn't be possible for it to break through her protective aura.

But in the blink of an eye, remembering this person's unexpected ability to manipulate the void, Ye Baicha managed to dodge at the last moment.

In that instant, the sword deflected and grazed past the top of her head.

A faint scent of blood wafted out first, then the wooden sword's blade sliced ​​through her protective aura like paper, shaving off a large patch of her scalp.

Ye Baicha was startled – this must be an extremely high-grade magic artifact!
(End of this chapter)