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Gong Zhi glared at him coldly, his arm tense, and he tightened his grip: "Stay away from my junior sister!"

Qi Xucheng ignored her, a smirk playing on his lips as he approached Ning Yue: "...Have you had fun?"

Ning Yue got goosebumps all over and shivered.

He immediately turned around, bent down quickly, and nimbly emerged from under Gong Zhi's scythe like a small fish.

He ran straight to Gong Zhi's side, patted his chest, and looked at Qi Xucheng, saying, "How come you appear and disappear so mysteriously?"

Qi Xucheng watched coldly as Ning Yue ran away from him, without stopping her.

He raised his hand to grasp the long sword at his waist, looked down at Ning Yue, and said, "I can't let you cause any more trouble, otherwise this fight can't be fought."

……

Ning Yue smiled modestly, then tossed another fireball and showed it to Qi Xucheng: "...Oh, you mean this?"

Qi Xucheng looked down at the fireball as it plummeted straight down and crashed to the ground, sparks flying onto the hems of the nearby disciples' robes.

The disciples who were set on fire hurriedly sought out water-element disciples to put out the flames.

They screamed in terror.

Ning Yue stood behind Gong Zhi with a smile, and threw fireballs onto the ground again in front of Qi Xucheng.

"What do you mean by causing trouble? I'm helping my own sect."

Qi Xucheng lowered his eyes and pried open the hilt of his sword with his thumb. The sword flashed and Ning Yue was momentarily blinded.

Then a loud explosion was heard, and the fireball, which had not yet hit the ground, suddenly cracked open, scattering sparks everywhere.

The fireball shattered in mid-air.

Ning Yue paused for a moment, looking at the fireballs that had already scattered and died down, and lowered his eyes in deep thought.

She knew, of course, that her fireball was no ordinary Golden Core cultivator's power.

Unexpectedly, Qi Xucheng was still defeated in one move.

It doesn't even qualify as a single move.

With just one sword beam, he shattered his fireball into pieces.

Qi Xucheng still looked at Ning Yue with that indifferent yet extremely interested expression.

"...It was difficult to talk last time because there were too many people. This time it's just the two of us, so let's have a proper chat."

Ning Yue: "?"

Gong Zhi looked at Qi Xucheng with an indescribable expression.

In the end, without saying anything, he stretched out his sickle and covered Ning Yue's entire face, blocking Qi Xucheng's view.

Qi Xucheng's attention was then drawn away by the large scythe, and he blinked as he looked at Gong Zhi.

Gong Zhi looked at him calmly: "Young Master Qi, there is still a living person here."

Qi Xucheng frowned, looking at the two fellow disciples who were standing close together, watching him warily.

Gently grasp the hilt, and with a swift motion, draw the sword—

An invisible flame ignited around the blade, instantly engulfing the entire sword.

His arm was engulfed in flames.

The oppressive aura of a peak Golden Core cultivator erupted instantly—

However, Ning Yue and Gong Zhi were both at the Golden Core stage, so the pressure from the peak Golden Core stage was not that difficult for them to withstand.

Gong Zhi's scythe blocked the two of them, stopping a wisp of wind from blowing.

Ning Yue spread his five fingers and clenched them in mid-air—

A bow, as cold as a spring, suddenly took shape, with water flowing within it, reflecting the dazzling light of the sunlight.

Qi Xucheng chuckled softly—

The next second, a fierce attack came!

The sword blade was pressed against Ning Yue's neck!

Gong Zhi didn't even have time to react, after all, he thought Qi Xucheng would attack him first.

Ning Yue reacted extremely quickly, bending his waist backwards instantly, turning his entire body into a 270-degree angle.

She quickly bent over and flipped over to dodge the sword.

I'm so grateful that I'm flexible now!

Qi Xucheng's voice, however, rang out like a ghost: "...You're relaxed now?"

Immediately, the sound of a cold weapon cutting through the air came from beside my ear—

Ning Yue's eyes widened slightly, and he instinctively dodged, but a line of blood still appeared on the side of his face.

Blood streaked through the air and dripped onto Ning Yue's snow-white robe.

She didn't even have time to attend to her wound before quickly retreating—

Gong Zhi flipped over and stood in front of Ning Yue, using his sickle in one hand to block Qi Xucheng's sword.

The two spiritual energies collided, sparks flying everywhere—

Gong Zhi held on for a while, then switched to using both hands to hold the sickle.

Ning Yue immediately crushed the bow in his hand, and the water bow instantly transformed into five sharp arrows, which pierced fiercely towards Qi Xucheng.

Qi Xucheng had no choice but to give up and dodge the arrows that were hot on his heels.

Gong Zhi immediately returned to Ning Yue's side, frowning as he looked at her fair face, where a long line of blood was visible.

The wound wasn't deep; fortunately, Ning Yue dodged in time, only getting a scratch without damaging the flesh.

Gong Zhi pulled something out of his sleeve and slapped it on Ning Yue's cheek with a 'pia' sound.

Ning Yue yelled and covered his face, "It's so cold! Senior brother, what is this?"

The thing pressed against my face was extremely cold; it felt like the chill was seeping into my skin.

Gong Zhi's answer was concise: "Heal the wounds."

Gong Zhi looked very unwell, staring coldly at Qi Xucheng with his face turned to the side.

Ning Yue said "Oh" and silently hid behind Gong Zhi.

She always felt that her senior brother had a kind of indifferent feeling about everything, being very serious and methodical.

I never expected him to get angry.

Gong Zhi turned sideways and raised his hand.

Qi Xucheng squinted, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

He knew that Gong Zhi was a weapon cultivator, and he was always careful that Gong Zhi might throw out some random magical artifacts.

But there was nothing unusual happening around them.

Gong Zhi smiled at his expression.

However, that smile looked more like a sneer.

not good--

Qi Xucheng suddenly raised his sword and slashed upwards at him—

The blade was violently bounced back.

Qi Xucheng touched his throbbing wrist.

A thick white wall suddenly appeared around him, locking him firmly in the very center.

The moment I reached out and touched the white jade, a layer of frost quickly formed on my fingertips—

Qi Xucheng ignited a flame at his fingertips, melting away the layer of frost.

"Wow—" Ning Yue exclaimed in amazement as she looked at the white wall, "What kind of magical artifact is this?"

"It's just a low-grade magic artifact; it won't hold him for long." Gong Zhi frowned.

Sure enough, after Qi Xucheng swung his sword several times, fine cracks appeared on the white wall.

Ning Yue looked at it with some regret: "...It looks like it's about to break."

Gong Zhi gave a slight smile: "—Let me show you its real use."

As he spoke, he slowly stepped forward, carrying a large scythe.

Ning Yue always felt that his slender and upright senior brother carrying a large scythe was a bit of an eyesore.

Gong Zhi, holding a knife, easily pierced the white wall.

Within the white wall, Qi Xucheng's sphere of activity was not very large.

She watched Gong Zhi's movements warily, but she didn't react in time, while Gong Zhi was very focused on his goal.

—The sickle easily pierced Qi Xucheng's wrist.

Qi Xucheng groaned, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Ning Yue raised an eyebrow, his eyes brightened, and he quickly flew over on his sword.

"That's so much fun! Then Qi Xucheng won't be able to fight back!"

"Hmm," Gong Zhi nodded, glancing at the cracks around the white wall, "...it can hold for a while longer."

Ning Yue, however, was not going to hold back.

She could sense the naked killing intent in every attack Qi Xucheng made.

Qi Xucheng was truly after her life.

Qi Xucheng might have been involved in the things that happened to the Fusang Sect.

Ning Yue casually stretched out his hand, palm facing upwards—

A beautiful arrow covered in frost appeared in his hand.

Ning Yue looked at Qi Xucheng, who still had the same expression, seemingly not caring at all.

"Isn't it a bit unfair that I scratched such a delicate face?"

Ning Yue raised an eyebrow, and the arrow shot into the white jade.