These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

The sudden activation of the Three Immortal Swords was like a beam of light, a fleeting afterimage, so fast that Bai Youwei didn't even have time to react.

"No...! Wei Tu!!"

Bai Youwei turned to run over, but her anger overwhelmed her, causing her to stumble and blood seep from the corner of her mouth.

They could only watch helplessly as the sword flew away.

He flew towards the white-robed youth, his hair disheveled and more disheveled than ever before, having gone through so many battles without taking a break.

Between the eyebrows.

Chest.

The lapel bone!

All three positions are perfectly balanced!

He's really going to be pierced!

Lu Chengyuan laughed wildly and loudly, even laughing until tears streamed down his face, as if the humiliation of the past twelve years had been released at this moment.

No... we can't release it completely, there's still Lu Qingyan... and her!

In Lu Chengyuan's eyes, the three swords were about to pierce Wei Tu.

His smile had almost reached its peak.

Then stop.

They stopped, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Because what he saw at that moment was absolutely unbelievable, it was practically a hallucination.

"What……"

He actually saw the white-clad youth leaning against the tree. In the blink of an eye, he got up, not to dodge, but to take a step toward the Three Immortal Swords.

Then he casually reached out his hand.

He grasped the sword that was aimed at his brow, while the remaining two swords vanished in his chest.

Like a wisp of smoke.

Bai Youwei seemed to have seen a ghost, not even caring about the blood at the corner of her mouth.

How could this be? In her view, it was simply impossible. How could Wei Tu, who had reached this point, still create a miracle?!

"This is impossible! This is impossible!!"

Lu Chengyuan was nearly driven mad. He had endured for so long, and had patiently waited these past few days at the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain. How could he possibly use such a method to break his killing move?!

This is the Three Immortal Swords! It's not an arrow shot by an ordinary hunter!

Wei Tu gripped his sword, then looked at Lu Chengyuan.

"Well, you said that you can only resolve a situation head-on if you have enough raw power. I resolved it, so you don't have any objections that my raw power is stronger than yours, right?"

"That's impossible! You're only at the Fusion Realm!"

Lu Chengyuan's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

Wei Tu smiled, his face pale.

"Sorry, I've reached the Dragon Slayer Realm."

Lu Chengyuan looked closely at Wei Tu, then shook his head in horror.

"No...impossible...I checked, you were just at the Fusion Realm! You were clearly at the Fusion Realm!!"

Wei Tu smiled and nodded.

"What you just saw was indeed the Fusion Realm, but I am indeed at the Dragon Slaying Realm now. Actually, I could have reached the Dragon Slaying Realm before coming here, but just to deal with this situation, I suppressed my realm to the point where I could break through at any time. Having an extra backup plan is enough. Look, Lu Chengyuan, your strength is inferior to my master's, and you can't even match her disciple's cunning... How are you going to take revenge?"

"No...no...no!!"

Lu Chengyuan roared as if he was about to charge forward relentlessly.

However, Wei Tu made a simple move: he grasped Lu Chengyuan's Three Immortal Swords and then threw them in the opposite direction.

"puff!"

Lu Chengyuan clearly saw the sword flying towards him, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He watched helplessly as the sword pierced his chest.

"boom!"

The sword carried Lu Chengyuan until it crashed into the mountain wall behind him.

Lu Chengyuan, who had instantly lost all color in his face, was completely powerless.

Because the sword pierced his heart, he not only lost the ability to regulate his internal energy, but his life was also slowly slipping away.

Wei Tu let out a soft sigh of relief.

Then, with determination, she walked step by step to Lu Chengyuan, just one step away.

Looking at Lu Chengyuan's increasingly desperate face.

He said with a smile.

"There is one thing you did wrong."

Blood seeped from the corner of Lu Chengyuan's mouth, and he gave a somewhat bitter smile.

"Lu Qingyan is so lucky to have found a disciple like you."

Wei Tu shook his head, "That's not the problem."

"what is that?"

Wei Tu's smile at this moment resembled that of a devil. Looking at Lu Chengyuan, he didn't mind telling Lu Chengyuan a fact that would cause him even more pain.

"Actually, you shouldn't have killed your master in the first place."

That was my only chance!

Lu Chengyuan stretched his neck and used his last bit of strength to refute Wei Tu.

Wei Tu shook his head.

“I have read all the records about Little Iris Peak in the Scripture Pavilion. The sword path of Little Iris Peak is impossible to ascend to the Divine Realm. The Divine Realm is the final destination of Little Iris Peak. So even if you don’t kill him, your master will still die in that ascension.”

"..."

Lu Chengyuan stared at Wei Tu with his mouth agape in disbelief.

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at Lu Chengyuan, continuing to attack his spirit with every word as he looked into Lu's desperate and regretful eyes.

"So the biggest difference is that if you kill him, you will be killed by Lu Qingyan and end up in this situation. But if you don't kill him... he will still die in that ascension. As long as you are patient enough and plan slowly, you might be able to outmaneuver Lu Qingyan. When you choose the former, you are bound to fail."

"No...it's not like that, it's not like that...no...it's not like this..."

Blood gushed out more and more as Lu Chengyuan's final regret and wide-eyed stare widened, until his eyes lost their luster.

He could still hear Wei Tu's words.

"Even now, you're still only thinking about your regret for not succeeding. Did all those twenty years of raising you go to waste?"

Lu Chengyuan's bloodshot eyes lost their luster; it was as if he could no longer see Wei Tu.

But then he saw a sprightly old man walking towards him with a slight limp.

Lu Chengyuan opened his pale lips.

"Master..."

Tears flowed down my face.

The old man stretched out his finger and touched his forehead.

"Chengyuan, do you remember the ancestral teachings of your sect?"

"This disciple remembers..."

Lu Chengyuan's eyes were already blurred.

The old man nodded.

Read it to me.

Lu Chengyuan opened his lips, trembling.

"Respect your teachers...help your fellow disciples...uphold righteousness...eliminate evil..."

As Lu Chengyuan watched the old man's shadow recede into the distance, he couldn't help but cry out.

"Master...don't abandon me...Master..."

The old man suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at me with some surprise.

"Chengyuan...how did you become like this?"

"Master...!!"

It's like a wanderer who has been away from home for thousands of miles has finally found home.

He wanted to hold the old man's hand, just like the old man had led him up the mountain years ago.

He would smile and tap his forehead to make himself look more energetic.

He would tell himself to have a calm mind and not to be competitive.

He would comfort himself, thinking that if he didn't practice his sword skills well today, he could practice them again tomorrow...

But... there is no tomorrow.

"Master...I want to go home..."

Lu Chengyuan closed his eyes, tears soaking his gradually cooling chest.

Wei Tu closed her eyes slightly.

"boom."

He collapsed to the ground.

He did manage to break through to the next realm in such a short time, but the result was obvious: he no longer had the strength to support himself.