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

Xia Jin narrowed her eyes slightly.

He didn't want to cause trouble. Leng Wushuang had asked him to lead a team to participate in the swordsmanship exchange meeting, and he had intended to keep a low profile.

But the problem is,

He doesn't cause trouble, but this thing seems to be trying to provoke him.

Behind Xia Jin, Li Piaoxu and the others had already placed their hands on the hilts of their swords, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

Xia Jin saw all of this and had already made up her mind.

His gaze fell on the woman in the pink dress, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Where did this old woman come from? Making such a racket so early in the morning, disturbing everyone's peace and quiet. What? Does this Taixu Sword Sect belong to your Hehuan Sword Sect? Don't you know the rules?!"

As soon as Xia Jin uttered these sarcastic words,

The woman in the pink dress froze on her face, her pupils trembling slightly, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

After several breaths, she slowly raised her hand, gritting her teeth as she said, "What...what did you just say? You said I...am an old woman?"

The last three words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, incredibly sharp.

However, Xia Jin seemed completely oblivious to the other party's venomous tone, remaining calm and composed.

"What? Did I say something wrong by calling you an old woman?" His gaze swept over her face again without any attempt to hide it.

"Look at yourself, all that heavy makeup, you must have put on at least three or four layers of foundation, right?"

As she spoke, Xia Jin suddenly reached out and pulled Mu Qingxue, who was standing next to her, into her arms.

"Look at my junior sister Mu." Xia Jin raised her right hand and gently pinched Mu Qingxue's cheek.

With that pinch, a faint pink hue immediately appeared on her fair skin, as delicate and smooth as a peach.

"Her face was fair with a rosy glow, as tender as a peeled egg. It didn't need rouge; it had a natural peach-blossom hue. It didn't need face powder; it was so smooth you could see your reflection in it."

Xia Jin released her grip, her gaze returning to the woman in the pink dress. She pursed her lips.

"Compared to the other side, tell me, if you're not an old woman, then what are you?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned.

Mu Qingxue was held in Xia Jin's arms and found that her cheeks were burning hot, and her face turned red all the way from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears. Her sword heart, which she had cultivated for many years, was pounding wildly in her chest. She was even more nervous than when she first held a sword.

However, what truly alarmed her was that...

When Xia Jin said those words, a sweet feeling welled up in her heart that she couldn't quite explain.

"Pfft, Senior Brother Xia, that's quite a nasty remark!" Li Piaoxu was the first to laugh out loud.

She usually doesn't talk much and always has a cold face, but at this moment she couldn't hold it in any longer and covered her mouth to laugh out loud.

That smile was like lighting a fuse.

Zhao Lingyun, standing beside her, couldn't hold back either, her shoulders shaking with laughter, tears welling up in her eyes.

The other disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect laughed heartily, their fatigue from days of travel vanishing in an instant.

"Old woman... Hahahaha! Senior Brother Xia, how did you come up with that word?" Zhao Lingyun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked teasingly.

"Look at her face, it's turned green!" Another junior sister pointed at the woman in the pink dress, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Laughter filled the air at the Glazed Sword Sect, while the atmosphere at the Joyful Union Sword Sect was completely different.

The disciples looked at each other, their expressions extremely strange.

They looked at their senior sister's face, which alternated between pale and flushed.

To be honest, they also felt like laughing.

But they dared not.

Because the woman in front of them, whom Xia Jin had ridiculed mercilessly, was none other than Yang Qing'er, the senior sister of their Hehuan Sword Sect.

Within the Hehuan Sword Sect, Yang Qing'er was always the one who had the final say. Her fellow disciples all trembled with fear and treated her with utmost respect in her presence. If anything displeased them, they would be scolded at best, and whipped at worst. Some were even forced by her to kneel down and kowtow to admit their mistakes on the spot.

Narrow-minded and vindictive.

These eight words perfectly encapsulate Yang Qing'er's character within the Hehuan Sword Sect.

So at this moment, although the disciples of the Hehuan Sword Sect secretly felt relieved and even wished that their senior sister would suffer more lessons, they dared not show it on the surface.

However, their eyes betrayed them.

Xia Jin saw the fleeting pleasure, the corners of her mouth that she tried so hard to suppress but couldn't help but curl upwards.

interesting.

Xia Jin chuckled inwardly; it seemed that Yang Qing'er's popularity within the Hehuan Sword Sect was truly not that great.

At this moment, Yang Qing'er was almost going crazy.

Having cultivated for over two hundred years, she held a high position within the Hehuan Sword Sect. Wherever she went, she was always surrounded by admirers and fawned over. Disciples from various sects treated her with utmost courtesy and respect.

Mocking her?

No one has ever dared to do it.

Not to mention she's old.

For a female cultivator who practices the path of desire, this is even more devastating than stabbing her directly in the heart.

Yang Qing'er's chest heaved violently, her powdered face was completely distorted, and the resentment in her eyes was undisguised.

"You bastard, you're asking for it!!!" With a sharp shout, she moved.

Suddenly, the pink ribbon around Yang Qing'er's waist burst open, and a long sword as thin as a cicada's wing shot out like a snake from its hole, piercing towards Xia Jin's throat.

This sword strike was swift, ruthless, and vicious.

The sword was almost transparent, and its trajectory was barely visible in the air, with only a faint, cold light flashing.

A deadly move.

A blatant killing move.

Although Yang Qing'er was arrogant, her skills were indeed not weak, after all, she was the senior sister of the Hehuan Sword Sect.

She used all her strength in this sword strike, aiming to end Xia Jin, the first person to dare to mock her.

"How dare you!!!" Mu Qingxue was the first to react.

She suddenly broke free from Xia Jin's embrace, her hand already on the hilt of her sword, her whole being like a drawn sword, radiating murderous intent.

"Senior Brother Xia, be careful!!!" Li Piaoxu, Zhao Lingyun, and the others exclaimed in alarm at the same time, drawing their swords in unison.

However, they were all a beat too slow.

Yang Qing'er's sword was too fast. By the time they reacted, the tip of the sword was already about to touch Xia Jin's throat.

But that only applies to Mu Qingxue and the others.

In Xia Jin's eyes, this sword...

Slow! Too slow!

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a noisy woman." A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

One finger.

Xia Jin's right index finger struck the sword precisely.

That seemingly light and effortless flick contained an extremely terrifying power.

Yang Qing'er felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword, her tiger's mouth instantly split open, and her entire arm was numb from the shock.

The longsword flew out of his hand and embedded itself in the trunk of an ancient pine tree several dozen feet away. Most of the blade was embedded in the trunk, leaving only the hilt vibrating outside.

Yang Qing'er's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before she could react, she saw a hand rapidly enlarging in front of her.

"Smack!!!"