Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

The two carriages traveled at a leisurely pace, one after the other.

Inside the carriage, Xia Jin leaned against the inner wall, reviewing the information on the jade slip regarding the various sword-fighting forces participating in the upcoming sword-fighting exchange meeting.

"It seems to be an exchange among the younger generation, so there shouldn't be any danger." He nodded, also letting out a sigh of relief.

After all, he couldn't be bothered with any trouble.

The carriage traveled at a fairly fast speed, and in less than half a day, it had already left the territory of Tianshui County.

Xia Jin was resting with her eyes closed when suddenly the carriage came to a sharp stop.

The swaying of the carriage caused Xia Jin's body to lean forward slightly. He opened his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Who goes there! How dare you block the carriage of my Glazed Sword Sect? Don't you have a death wish!"

The coachman's angry shouts came from outside, his voice tinged with shock and rage.

Xia Jin lifted the carriage curtain and looked ahead.

Two figures stood side by side ahead, blocking their path.

They were two people dressed in black robes, completely covered from head to toe, so their faces were not visible at all.

The two stood there quietly, motionless, their eyes fixed on Xia Jin.

Xia Jin's gaze fell on them, but she didn't pay them much attention.

However, when his divine sense swept over the other person, his expression gradually became serious.

The aura emanating from the other party was very strong, at least at the Dragon Transformation Realm level. But what truly concerned Xia Jin was not their strength, but the fact that he couldn't detect any life force in them at all.

There was no heartbeat, no breathing, and none of the pulsations one would expect from a living being.

"Not a living thing?" Xia Jin muttered to herself, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

Mu Qingxue and several of her disciples stepped down from the carriage behind.

"Who dares to block the carriage of my Glazed Sword Sect?" Mu Qingxue's gaze was icy, and she exuded a sharp sword intent. "Get out of here now, or die."

The two figures in black robes seemed not to hear anything and remained motionless.

A moment later, one of them suddenly spoke.

"His qi and blood are robust... his yin essence is pure... truly worthy of being a disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect."

Another person spoke up, their voice devoid of emotion: "Indeed, they are excellent. These people are perfect as a cauldron for the Palace Master's healing."

"Stopping our car is one thing, but you also want to use us as a furnace?!" Mu Qingxue's face turned icy cold.

"Zheng"

The longsword was drawn, and a beam of light slashed out, heading straight for one of them.

The sword energy was fierce and unstoppable; even ordinary cultivators at the Immortal Ascension Realm wouldn't dare to take it head-on with Mu Qingxue's cultivation level.

However, when the sword light struck the man in black robes, it produced a loud "clang" and sparks flew everywhere.

Mu Qingxue's pupils contracted.

The sword strike seemed to have struck a meteorite from outer space; the recoil made her hand go numb slightly, while the black-robed man remained completely still.

"This... Dragon Transformation Realm!?"

Mu Qingxue was startled, but as a true disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect, she reacted quickly. Her first strike failed, so she immediately changed tactics, the tip of her sword transforming into countless cold stars, enveloping the man's vital points.

"Junior Sister Mu, you are no match for them. Let's attack together!" Zhao Lingyun, who had been indifferent at first, suddenly changed her expression.

He quickly gave a low shout, drew his sword, and charged forward.

Among the disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect who participated in this sword exchange meeting, apart from Xia Jin, only she and Li Piaoxu were at the Dragon Transformation Realm.

If the opponent is at the Dragon Transformation Realm, then only she and Li Piaoxu can handle them!

Li Piaoxu also made her move at the same time as Zhao Lingyun.

however.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!!"

A dense chorus of metallic clangs rang out continuously.

The three men's sword strikes landed on the two black-robed figures, leaving only shallow white marks, but had no effect whatsoever.

"You're too weak! You'd better come back with us and become cauldrons for the Palace Master! That way you'll suffer less physical pain!!" One of the men in black robes smashed the sword light that Zhao Lingyun had unleashed with a punch, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph!! You think you can take me on?! You're too careless." Li Piaoxu's voice rang out behind him, and a flash of green light appeared as the sword tip pierced the black-robed man's chest.

Li Piaoxu was overjoyed, but before she could even feel happy, her expression suddenly changed drastically.

The feeling of her sword piercing the other person's body was not like piercing flesh and blood, but rather like piercing a ball of cold cotton. There was no resistance and no blood flowed out.

The man in black robes seemed completely oblivious, remaining standing steadily.

"How is this possible!? What on earth is going on?" Li Piaoxu gasped, her voice filled with shock.

Xia Jin sat in the carriage, her gaze fixed on the two figures, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

However, he still did not make a move.

These five disciples are all outstanding members of the younger generation of the Glazed Sword Sect, especially Zhao Lingyun, who has already reached the threshold of the second level of the Dragon Transformation Realm. Letting them gain more experience is not a bad thing.

Moreover, Xia Jin also wanted to see where these two things came from.

"No life force, impervious to swords and blades, and not even any vital points." Xia Jin's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "A blood puppet? Could it be a blood puppet created by the new master of the Wrathful Soul Hall?"

As he was pondering, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The two black-robed figures, who had been on the defensive,

One of them twisted his body suddenly, and from beneath his black robe, a scorpion-like stinger flew out with lightning speed, aiming straight for Mu Qingxue's throat.

This attack came too suddenly and too quickly.

Mu Qingxue was focused on attacking another person and was completely unaware of the deadly threat behind her. She only felt a chill run down her spine, and her scalp tingled.

I was careless!!

"Senior sister, be careful!" The other two disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect, who had not yet made a move due to their lower cultivation levels, cried out in alarm.

"Qingxue!" Li Piaoxu's expression changed drastically; she wanted to help, but it was too late.

Zhao Lingyun was closest, so she gritted her teeth and slashed at the poisoned thorn with all her might. The blade struck the thorn, but only sparks flew as the thorn remained motionless.

It’s over.

Mu Qingxue had already turned her head when she saw that the poisoned hook was only three inches away from her chest. Only those two words flashed through her mind.

Although she tried her best to dodge, her body couldn't keep up with her mind's reaction.

The poisonous thorn loomed larger in her eyes, and the shadow of death loomed over her.

"Hmph!! You really think you can kill someone in front of me!?"

A voice rang out, and before anyone knew it, Xia Jin's figure had appeared behind Mu Qingxue.

He didn't use his sword. With his left hand, he steadily pulled Mu Qingxue into his arms, while his right hand reached out and his five fingers gripped the poisoned thorn like iron clamps.

"Click!!"

With a crisp sound, the poisonous thorn that even Zhao Lingyun couldn't cut with her full strength was actually deformed in Xia Jin's hand.

Mu Qingxue was held in Xia Jin's arms, and a faint scent of pine wood wafted from her nose.

Her mind went blank for a moment before she realized that she had just escaped death.

"Big...Senior Brother!!"

Xia Jin put Mu Qingxue down, her gaze falling on the two figures in black robes. A playful smile appeared on her lips.

"Interesting. I knew I was right. You really are blood puppets."

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand,

"Snap!"

The poisoned thorn snapped in response. He casually tossed the broken thorn on the ground, his gaze sweeping over the two figures in black robes, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"You all step back and let me see what kind of trouble they can stir up in my hands."