Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

The woman's soft, gentle voice inside the carriage made these young and vigorous warriors salivate and feel a surge of heat in their bodies.

"Who dares to step out of the sedan chair? Let me see for myself!"

"Hurry! Or I'll kill you all!"

"Young lady, get out of the sedan chair quickly!"

To the bandits' surprise, not only did the six guards protecting the sedan chair not show any panic, but the woman inside the sedan chair also showed no sign of alarm.

"Gentlemen, if I, a woman, were to appear, would you allow me and my entourage to pass freely?"

The woman's voice was soft and delicate, carrying a hint of vulnerability and pleading that made the bandits even more enthusiastic. They couldn't believe there was such an innocent woman in the world; she must be a rich girl who had never left her home.

"Please show yourself! We are chivalrous people who uphold justice and swear never to engage in evil deeds that harm others for personal gain."

"We are all good people."

"All those notorious criminals within Jianzhou have been wiped out by the combined efforts of the Golden Eagle Hero and the Flying Swallow Heroine."

Suddenly, all the bandits fell silent, their eyes drawn to the graceful figure that slowly stepped out of the sedan chair, swaying like a delicate willow branch in the wind.

The woman wore an exquisitely crafted and magnificent silk dress, adorned with delicate blue jade ribbons that subtly accentuated her slender waist.

Her skin was as white and delicate as snow, her eyes were as deep as lacquer, and her red lips were bright and luscious, which complemented her handsome nose and delicate face, making her incomparably beautiful.

The bandits' gazes became vacant; however, the two sixth-rank martial artists among them exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a greed that completely masked their current anger.

"Offer this woman to the old immortal of the Earth Sect in exchange for a few pills. Once we break through to the fifth rank, we will have no trouble finding a beauty."

"Except for this woman, everyone else must be killed without exception!"

After both sides reached an agreement, they immediately shouted loudly and brandished their blades, hacking and slashing at the soldiers.

Chapter 103 White Crane Temple: An Unspoken Collaborative Relationship

The woman's two sixth-rank guards quickly drew their swords and attacked from both sides, trying to stop the bandits' assault.

At the same time, a servant dressed in blue nimbly carried the woman on his back and darted like the wind into the nearby bushes.

"We must track down that woman, and at the same time, you should immediately cancel all these plans!"

Two sixth-rank military officers, leading several subordinates, instantly disappeared into the bushes, chasing after the beauty's escape route.

"Clang clang clang!"

The bandit's long sword slashed fiercely at the sixth-rank martial artist's skin, producing a crisp metallic clang, but failed to cut through his skin in the slightest.

Although the two sixth-rank military officers did not get angry, they wielded their ring-pommel swords with lightning speed and killed three bandits in an instant.

"Who isn't a sixth-rank official!"

The sixth-rank bandit shouted angrily, then brandished his fists and feet, engaging in a fierce battle with the sixth-rank guard.

For a moment, the mountain path resounded with the clanging of hammers, like the hammering of a blacksmith's hammer, and the shouts of warriors engaged in fierce battle rose and fell.

Ultimately, one-on-one combat is no match for a group attack. The woman's two sixth-rank guards and three sedan chair bearers dressed in blue were all cut down from their horses, their bodies chopped into pieces as a way to vent their anger.

All her valuables were looted.

The bandits followed the direction the woman had fled, and soon a golden eagle on a treetop let out a sharp cry.

The bodies of the five people who were with the beautiful woman suddenly underwent a strange transformation. Their flesh and blood gradually dissipated, and the five paper figures lying quietly on the ground turned into paper cutouts.

Su Nan's figure appeared under the shade of the tree in the blink of an eye. He quickly picked up the piece of paper on the ground and began to examine it carefully.

"Indeed, it's a Heavenly Sect Daoist technique; it's hard to tell the real from the fake."

"Xiao Jin, let's set off now and go up the mountain to see if we can catch that horse."

Located atop White Crane Mountain, the White Crane Temple stands as one of the nine major martial arts sects of Jianzhou, all of which are under the unified jurisdiction of the Martial Arts Alliance.

Besides Wanlou and Baihe Temple, there are other sects such as Shenquan Gang, Moge, Qianjimen, Shenxingzong, Tieyitang, Yushan, and Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce.

Under the constraints of the Martial Arts Alliance, these nine major sects rarely committed illegal or disorderly acts, and their reputation in the martial arts world was quite good.

A beautiful woman leaped from the sedan chair, frantically clinging to the back of a servant in a blue robe, and fled swiftly towards the mountaintop. 6

Two level-six bandits, leading several henchmen, pursued relentlessly.

"Boss, that wench has gone to Baihe Temple."

The man, known as the leader, stared at the woman's slender figure and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Once this young lady enters the White Crane Temple, she will inevitably be unable to escape the control of the old immortal Xugu. At that time, we will surely obtain a pill, saving us the trouble of painstakingly refining it."

The bandits followed her from a distance until they saw the beautiful woman escape to the back gate of Baihe Temple, where she gently knocked on the door seeking help.

Two young female Taoist priests emerged from the small door, led the woman into the White Crane Temple, and then closed the small door tightly.

Meanwhile, several bandits, armed with knives and weapons, embarked on their journey down the mountain.

"Chief, this new woman is even more beautiful than before. Could you perhaps increase the amount of elixirs we prepare?"

The leader looked displeased, his tone tinged with helplessness, "Who can say for sure? It all depends on the old immortal's whim."

When it comes to this matter, there were actually very few verbal agreements or transactions between the bandits and the old Taoist priest Xugu of Baihe Temple.

Occasionally, bandits would ambush a passing family at the foot of the mountain. At that moment, a skilled guard would unhesitatingly carry his young mistress on his back and rush towards the mountain peak.

The young lady's family members, including her parents and servants, were all brutally murdered and their wealth was looted. The bandits failed to catch up with the woman, and she was able to escape to Baiyun Temple for protection.

However, a few days later, the Taoist priests in the temple bestowed some elixirs, which significantly improved the bandits' skills.

The bandits sent someone to express their gratitude, but the Taoist priests at Baihe Temple ruthlessly drove them out and categorically denied the matter.

Not long after that incident, the Taoist priests of Baihe Temple stopped their efforts to eliminate the bandits and turned a blind eye to their growing power.

After a month, the bandits once again attempted to drive a young girl into the White Crane Temple. Soon after, a master quickly delivered a dose of elixir to the bandits' camp.

The bandits suddenly realized that the old immortal was a member of a reputable sect and could not possibly do such a heinous and despicable thing.

The old sage's most urgent task was to rescue the devout female pilgrim who had been displaced after her entire family was brutally murdered. This act was a great act of kindness, saving people from suffering.

Over the past year, the bandits have repeatedly used the same method to drive numerous women to the mountaintop, and without exception, the women's relatives have been brutally murdered.

Previously, these bandits were limited to plundering property or assaulting women, but now their methods have become increasingly insidious and vicious.

If they still had relatives who survived, and their families had not all died, why would they be willing to stay quietly in the mountains, waiting for others to lend a helping hand?

The bandits, harboring fantasies of rapidly improving their martial arts skills, leisurely descended the mountain path, hoping not only to obtain elixirs but also to plunder a large amount of wealth, returning with a full load.

However, before they even reached the mountainside, they smelled a suffocating stench of blood, and their companions lay dead on the mountain path beside them.

The bandits rushed forward to investigate, only to find that their former companions were all dead, some with swords piercing their hearts, others with blades piercing their throats, leaving almost no trace of resistance.

These people were all in grave danger, walking on the edge of a knife. They knew they had encountered a master. "The... the leader, he took down a sixth-rank expert in one move. This... this is truly a master."

The leader is physically imposing and has a rugged appearance, but he is actually very sensitive.

This is precisely why they were able to work seamlessly with the venerable old immortals of Baiyun Temple, establishing an unspoken cooperative relationship.

"go!"

Knowing full well that he had encountered a formidable opponent, he immediately summoned his brothers to descend the mountain together. Their actions were swift and decisive, clearly showing their deep apprehension towards the person who had made the move.

However, after walking only a few feet, the group spotted a woman dressed in red on a large rock beside a forest path.

Even sitting quietly on the rock, the woman's figure still appeared slender. Dressed in red, her graceful curves were even more elegant and exquisite.

Hearing the footsteps, the woman frowned, her gaze turning icy cold as she turned her murderous intent toward the bandits who had just come down the mountain.

Chapter 104 Killing the Boss, the Elderly Immortal

Although the girl in red is still young, she has delicate features.

Her small, rosy lips were alluring, and her high, straight nose made her facial features appear exceptionally defined. Her beauty was truly breathtaking, even surpassing that of the woman who had previously fled up the mountain.

At this moment, the bandits had no courage to appreciate the beauty before them; the sharp edge revealed between the girl's brows made them afraid to look directly at her.

She exuded an undisguised aura of righteousness.

With just a few words from the bandit leader, all the bandits felt their legs go weak and their bodies sway.

"Fei...Feiyan Heroine!"

Li Miaozhen, a holy woman of the Tianzong sect of Taoism.

Upon hearing this title, Li Miaozhen frowned. "This 'Flying Swallow Heroine' sounds really vulgar."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the red figure flashed across the ground, the long sword striking like lightning. The leader couldn't even recognize his opponent before the henchmen beside him collapsed to the ground.

"Run, run!"

"Feiyan Heroine has arrived!"

Li Miaozhen's recent rise to fame in Jianzhou has terrified these mountain bandits, who have scattered and fled in all directions.

The girl in the red robe remained motionless. Suddenly, the long sword in her hand was unsheathed, slicing through the sky and spinning several times. The sword energy was unstoppable. None of the bandits who were fleeing in all directions survived. They were all pierced through the throat by the sword and died on the spot.

The longsword was actually a magical artifact.

The renowned Flying Swallow Heroine has advanced her cultivation to the fifth-grade Golden Core realm of the Daoist sect since parting ways with Su Nan. Facing a sixth-grade martial artist, she is naturally more than capable and feels no pressure whatsoever.

The Taoist school is one of the earliest cultivation systems to emerge in the world of immortal cultivation. It focuses on cultivating the primordial spirit, supplemented by the nourishment of the physical body, and draws on the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to pursue the state of unity between heaven and man.

At the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, one can connect all the meridians in the body; at the eighth level of Enlightenment, one can perceive ghosts and spirits and see through the flow of Qi; at the seventh level of Qi Absorption and Breathing, one can cultivate internal Qi, expand the dantian, and control magical treasures; at the sixth level of Yin Spirit Cultivation, one can enter dreams to hook souls, summon the souls of the newly deceased, and sense the fluctuations of the primordial spirit.

Immediately afterwards, the longsword slashed through the sky, aiming straight for the leader's throat. A flash of bright red appeared as Li Miaozhen appeared at the hilt of the sword, gripping it tightly in her hand.

The sword energy was sharp and cold, and the chief's life was in grave danger. In this contest, the martial artist's sixth-grade copper skin and iron bones were clearly no match for the power of the fifth-grade Dao technique.

The corpse of a sixth-rank martial artist on the ground is irrefutable evidence.

"Could it be that you are colluding with Xu Gu of Baihe Temple? Confess the truth and I will help you die peacefully."

Despite his trembling body, the bandit leader was deep in thought. He thought to himself that the old immortal on the mountain, known as Xugu, seemed to be a fifth-rank master, the same level as the one before him.

If that old sage is sold now, will there be any retaliation in the future?

Most importantly, they never had a face-to-face meeting with that old fortune teller. Such transactions follow secretive unspoken rules, and even if the authorities arrest them, it is difficult to find conclusive evidence.

"no no……"

Before he could finish speaking, the leader suddenly felt dizzy and his head float up into the air, tumbling and spinning countless times.

With her head bowed, Li Miaozhen sheathed her longsword, holding it tightly to her chest. Standing proudly, she muttered softly, her face expressionless, "Why waste my breath on you!"