Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

As soon as Yu Luoning gripped the sword, a surge of spiritual energy, as abundant as the sea, flowed into her meridians through the hilt, enveloping her entire body.

Yu Luoning was overjoyed and disappeared from the spot in an instant with a light step.

With a bang, the bronze coffin crashed to the ground, sending rubble flying and creating a huge crater in the ground.

Yu Luoning landed several feet away, glanced back at the deep pit, and then at the black longsword in her hand.

Although this sword is heavy and entirely black, it possesses a spiritual energy fluctuation that benefits the wielder.

What kind of divine weapon is this?

Other swords require the wielder to use spiritual power to wield them, but this sword actually feeds itself with spiritual power. What a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket!

She looked up at Cui Xiu, her eyes crinkling, and gave him a sweet smile: "Thank you, senior, for lending me your natal sword."

Cui Xiu raised an eyebrow: "A natal sword? You're dreaming. This sword is just something I made casually back then. If you can't even wield it, you might as well lie obediently in your coffin."

Yu Luoning: "..."

You can't expect ivory from a dog's mouth!

You're the one who's sleeping on a coffin lid!

Yu Luoning gave a soft snort and gripped the sword tightly.

Not far away, the great demon raised the coffin again, and the mottled green rust on the coffin lid began to flow, revealing the totem of an ancient ferocious beast.

Yu Luoning's pupils contracted, and she gritted her teeth as she drew her sword.

She had already mastered the Shattered Moon Sword Technique.

Its true power has never been unleashed, for two reasons: firstly, cultivation level, and secondly, mental techniques.

She recalled the mental techniques that the purple-clad pervert had taught her that day.

The moon cannot tolerate the sword, but the sword will surely shatter the moon.

Shattering the moon means cutting off the moon.

The next instant, a beam of moonlight appeared at the tip of the sword. This sword beam slashed toward the white bone demon at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it was not enough to kill it, it forced the demon to take a step back.

Yu Luoning was stunned. She had never imagined that she could use swordsmanship far beyond her current level of cultivation.

Cui Xiu's narrow eyes narrowed slightly upwards, and she sighed softly.

Rotten wood!

Luckily, the Dao Pattern Stone was found right away.

The great demon was enraged, its bone claws tearing through the air, while the bronze coffin followed closely behind.

For some reason, it particularly liked to smash people with bronze coffins, but the coffins were heavy and cumbersome, and Yu Luoning could always find an opening to fight back.

After exchanging more than a dozen blows with the great demon, Yu Luoning finally discovered the strange thing.

To her surprise, she discovered that whenever the black sword in her hand struck a great demon, it would absorb a wisp of the demon's spiritual power, and then immediately send a small portion back to nourish her.

What kind of magical sword is this?

This is equivalent to having someone suddenly restore your health when you're at zero health.

Yu Luoning wiped the mud off her face and, using that momentum, went forward again.

This battle was fierce and chaotic.

Yu Luoning had more than ten broken bones in his body, and he endured the pain with the help of painkillers. Fortunately, half of the great demon's skeleton was also cut off.

She was like a tireless madwoman, vomiting blood while stuffing elixirs into her mouth, and relying on the black sword to heal herself.

Falling down, charging forward, falling down, and charging forward again.

As long as she can't be killed, she'll get back up like a cockroach.

Cui Xiu sat high up, observing everything with a cold eye.

On the third day, Yu Luoning finally collapsed.

Even with the heavy sword supporting her, she had no strength left.

She was surrounded by the bones of great demons.

She cut it off.

It's very fulfilling.

Yu Luoning lay motionless on the ground, her face covered in blood, her limbs spread out, looking just like a corpse.

At some point, Cui Xiu also landed beside her, looking at the woman who had been pulled from the blood pool with deep, unfathomable eyes.

He originally thought she could only last three hours at most, but he never expected that this girl would actually use her ruthlessness to drain a powerful demon who was two realms higher than her dry.

Although he did contribute in a subtle way.

However, the ants' disheveled yet resilient appearance is quite amusing.

A hint of interest flickered in those perpetually cold, purple eyes.

"Not bad, not quite dead yet."

Yu Luoning moved her fingers. "I... won. The Dao Stone... I won't give it to you..."

Cui Xiu was so angry she laughed. He was about to die, yet he was still thinking about a few broken stones.

He raised his hand, and a warm purple light enveloped Yu Luoning.

"Lie down inside the bronze coffin!"

"?"

Yu Luoning remained expressionless. She was usually very expressive, but at this moment she had no energy left to make any extra expressions.

The bronze coffin beside it emitted a deep, dark luster.

Cui Xiu kicked open the coffin lid, grabbed Yu Luoning, and threw him inside.

"I...fuck you...screw you!"

Before Yu Luoning could finish reciting the national essence, a loud rumbling sound came from above.

The coffin was closed, fitting perfectly.

Yu Luoning's world was plunged into darkness.

Wait a minute? Why does she feel a chill?

There was even a strange sensation coming from below.

She seemed to have pressed down on something, not a hard copper coin, but a cold, seemingly elastic human body.

Is this a coffin that already has an owner?

Purple Robe, you son of a bitch!

She cursed inwardly, feeling utterly miserable.

Unfortunately, she has no strength left in her body and is practically dead.

Based on her sense of touch, she estimated that her head was currently resting on the corpse's chest, and her feet were pressing against the corpse's leg bones.

The corpse must have been a man; his lower body was as hard as a block of black iron.

Based on this, she deduced that the body was extremely tall, at least 1.9 meters, if it had a head.

What if it's a headless corpse?

Purple clothes, still the same old thing.

"Hey bro, I'm sorry... Don't come looking for me tonight..."

This was the last thought that flashed through Yu Luoning's mind.

After saying that, her vision went black, and she could no longer hold on, plunging into darkness.

Cui Xiu stood guard beside the coffin, a wisp of lingering purple mist swirling around his fingertips.

That coffin was probably a refuge made of dark bronze from the underworld and ten-thousand-year-old soul-nourishing wood by a madman who had entered the realm of gods in ancient times, in order to deceive the heavens.

When mortals lie in it, their bodies do not decay; when cultivators sleep in it, their cultivation speed increases tenfold.

This also possesses the miraculous healing power to bring someone back from the brink of death.

She got off too easily.

Cui Xiu snorted coldly and sat cross-legged. At this moment, the backlash from the curse within his body was actually calmed down considerably by the life force overflowing from the coffin.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Luoning woke up, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

She stretched and lazily opened her eyes.

The next moment, Yu Luoning's expression became somewhat distorted.

There was a roommate lying beneath her.

A chill slowly crept up from the soles of her feet to her scalp. Even though Yu Luoning had killed people, she was still afraid of ghosts, especially Chinese-style ghosts. It was an instinct etched into her bones.

She immediately bristled, practically rolling out of the coffin, and stumbled and fell awkwardly onto the rocks.

Cui Xiu's gaze slowly fell on her. "Not bad, it seems you've recovered."

Yu Luoning scratched his head, his expression somewhat conflicted.

"Um, this bronze coffin seems really powerful. I've only been inside for a short while, and I already feel my whole body filled with spiritual energy."

Cui Xiu said lazily, "This Immortal Coffin is an ancient treasure."

Yu Luoning's eyes lit up. "So that's why you threw me in there, senior?"

Choi Soo glanced at her, as if she were an idiot.

Yu Luoning's eyes were glued to the bronze coffin. She glanced at Cui Xiu, her expression extremely conflicted.

She wanted this priceless treasure.

But this purple-clad pervert might not be willing to give it to her. What if she angers him again?

Choi Soo casually asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Yu Luoning quickly smiled apologetically: "I was thinking that this coffin is so powerful that this trophy can only be truly useful in the hands of a great master like you."

Cui Xiu scoffed, "You're not telling the truth."

Yu Luoning, having been exposed, gave a dry, chuckling laugh.

"You killed the Great White Bone Demon, so the spoils are naturally yours. I wouldn't stoop to fighting with a junior for treasure."

"Thank you, senior!" Yu Luoning was afraid that he would change his mind. She was about to put the bronze coffin into her spatial jade bracelet when she suddenly stopped.

She remembered the corpse inside.

Yu Luoning scratched his head, looking hesitant, and asked Cui Xiu, "Senior, who is lying in this coffin? Do you know?"

Cui Xiu frowned. There was a corpse in the coffin? With his cultivation level, it was impossible for him not to sense it.

Cui Xiu suddenly waved his hand and lifted the coffin lid.

He bent down and looked, and sure enough, it was empty.

Cui Xiuzi narrowed his eyes, and in the next instant, he leaped into the coffin.

Sure enough, the next level below the coffin was a hidden world, an overlapping space, and there was a person lying beneath the coffin.

The man wore a long, jet-black robe, had silver-white hair, and possessed handsome, sharp features.

Even though this person has been dead for many years, he still exudes an indescribable sense of antiquity, as if he has walked out of the distant river of time.

Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, and then, as if throwing away trash, she pulled the man in black out of the overlapping space.

Splat!

With a casual flick of his wrist, Cui Xiu tossed the stunningly beautiful, godlike corpse directly into the cold pile of rubble.

...I don't know which male guest will appear next...