Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

As he recalled Yue Jianghan's face, which had caused him so much worry and concern, Erhei felt as if an endless fire was surging within him.

The demonic energy within him suddenly swelled, causing the tsunami behemoth to grow larger as well!

The enormous beast, almost comparable to the snow-capped mountain, bit down on the mountain drawn by Gu Xingzhuo and threw it diagonally upwards!

boom!

The billowing dust and snowflakes shot into the sky, obscuring the view for thousands of meters around!

Erhei focused his energy into his dantian and thrust both palms upwards.

The tsunami behemoth opened its blood-red maw and charged straight upwards, smashing the mountain formed of solidified ink to pieces with its terrifying fangs and claws!

boom--

Accompanied by a deafening sound.

The giant mountain shattered, turning into ink that fell to the ground like a torrential rain.

But as the mountain crumbled, a figure unexpectedly appeared in mid-air!

Erhei's eyes widened in astonishment as he stared in disbelief at the silver-haired girl who appeared a thousand meters in the air.

What's wrong with this girl...?

As doubts arise, the answer becomes increasingly clear.

Erhei stared incredulously at Gu Xingzhuo in the distance, who gave him a faint smile.

This guy...

When he was drawing the magnificent mountain landscape, did he hide his junior sister behind it...?

As the giant mountain formed from solidified ink was thrown into the air and crushed in mid-air, Ye Yuchan, who had been hiding behind the mountain, was naturally revealed.

And at this moment, Ye Yuchan—

The magical artifact, Black Rain, transformed once again into a hand cannon-like black light.

But it's different from the pure spirit energy cannonball from before.

Ye Yuchan gritted her teeth, her face showing obvious pain, and reluctantly kept taking out gold coins from her storage ring.

Then, under Erhei's watchful gaze, he frantically stuffed money into his own dark, gaping cannon muzzle...

Five hundred thousand... one million... two million...

What's breathtaking is that the more gold coins were stuffed in, the more intense the golden light emanating from the spirit energy cannonball became, and it seemed to stabilize, allowing Ye Yuchan to continuously condense spirit energy.

Three million... four million...

Ye Yuchan's face had begun to turn pale, not because she had consumed too much spiritual energy, but because...

That's way too expensive!!

Five million... six million...

The power still didn't seem to meet expectations, and Ye Yuchan was so angry that she threw the entire storage ring into the black light's cannon.

hum~

With a deep rumble, the black cannon muzzle flashed with a dazzling golden light.

And the spirit energy cannonball compressed to its limit inside… Erhei only glanced at it, but he could tell immediately—

This is absolutely saint-level power!

You must get out of the way!

At the same time this thought arises.

Gu Xingzhuo pushed forward with his right hand.

The black ink rings surrounding him suddenly appeared around Erhei, sealing off all his escape routes!

Erhei: "..."

He could break free from the confinement of this ring.

But it will take time to unravel!

It would take at least half a minute to escape, but before that—

The silver-haired girl, standing a thousand meters tall, poured her last bit of spiritual energy into the black light of the magical artifact.

The dazzling gold, symbolizing luxurious wealth, reached its ultimate limit at this moment.

Ye Yuchan grinned, her face pale with exhaustion, but she roared, "If you can catch it with your bare hands, then try it!"

"These are tens of millions of capitalist cannons..."

"If you're so capable, then show me how it works!"

He finished speaking.

Shining with golden light.

The golden light, seemingly capable of obliterating the entire snow-capped mountain, hurtled towards Erhei below with terrifying force.

A girl named Ye Yuchan is thousands of meters in the air.

She completed her most powerful... burst of energy to date.

47. Comprehending the sword, comprehending the knife

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The cherry-haired girl atop the snow-capped mountain felt a violent tremor beneath her feet, and a terrifying roar, as if the heavens were collapsing, echoed in her ears. She stumbled, and her unsteady steps caused her previously solid body to sway and shake.

Jiang Shaoguang was also startled and quickly turned around. In his line of sight, he saw the silver-haired maid shooting out an extremely terrifying golden beam of light from high in the sky. He was so frightened by the power that was no less than that of a saint that he could not close his mouth.

Tai Baiqiu also glanced in surprise at the beam of light that seemed to contain some new Dao, but shouted, "Don't get distracted!"

Jiang Shaoguang snapped out of his daze, quickly suppressed his doubts, and continued to gaze intently at the Bagua Qingyan Diagram before him.

only--

Ding Ding Ding!

The intense collision tore countless invisible cracks in the void, and Fan Luokui's knife and those silver threads had already created an immeasurable number of conflicts!

now.

Affected by the violent shaking, Fan Luokui lost her footing and was caught off guard by the red-clad woman who was already poised to strike.

In an instant, a battle more intense than ever before unfolded between the two.

This is different from the initial evenly matched situation.

At this moment, Fan Luokui was completely on the defensive because she had only revealed a small flaw. She retreated all the way and tried to adjust her pace and breathing.

Sharp silver threads swept past her ears, cutting through her cherry-red hair.

A thin, long wound suddenly appeared on her cheek, and scarlet blood flowed to the ground.

Tsk.

Fan Luokui pouted, feeling particularly unwilling and unhappy that she still couldn't keep up with the sage's speed.

But she knew she couldn't back down any further.

Because behind him, there was another sword cultivator busy comprehending the diagram.

Fan Luokui's footsteps touched the ground, and she suddenly stopped retreating.

The moment she looked up, what appeared before her was an extremely dense net made of silver threads.

The speed and the extent of its coverage made Fan Luokui feel extremely insignificant.

She gritted her teeth, then drew her Frost Sunflower Blade and planted the blade straight into the shop in front of her.

A resolute intent burst forth from his pale golden, dragon-like eyes, and boundless sword intent permeated the Frost Sunflower.

This cold blade, forged by the Forging Saint and primarily used for making shaved ice (just kidding), and for slaying all things, possesses the characteristic of being one with the heavens and earth of this far eastern snowfield.

A silver net is coming.

Given the sharpness of this thin line, if it were to strike directly, Fan Luokui's body would undoubtedly be split into hundreds or thousands of pieces in the blink of an eye. Regardless of whether her soul could survive, her physical body would certainly perish on the spot!

Therefore, this move absolutely cannot be used.

A giant silver net hurtled towards them, accompanied by the red-clad woman's maniacal laughter, and at the same time—

A particularly terrifying blizzard suddenly swept up from the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

The snowflakes falling from the sky were imbued with Fan Luokui's sword intent. Each crystal-clear flower, like a priceless treasure, slowly drifted down, their number as immeasurable as the countless stars in the night sky.

Delicate snowflakes are something that can be easily crushed by human fingers.

But the moment the sword intent emanating from that icy blade, Frosty Sunflower, spread outwards, imbuing the myriad snowflakes with its essence—

As snowflakes fell, a flash of light appeared.

The enormous silver net suddenly burst open, revealing countless tiny cracks. Any silver thread touched by the fragile snowflakes would vanish without a trace in the next instant!

If the red-clad woman's silk threads were fast enough to be swung into a giant net—

Then Fan Luokui's sword intent was fast enough to merge into the vast expanse of white snow in this world.

Each snowflake is a knife.

This blizzard-like, intense snow wave was the force Fan Luo Kui used to fight against the silver net.

The giant silver net was torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, but the woman in red ignored it and continued to attack Fan Luo Kui like a madwoman.

"You must die!! You must die!!"

She roared, howled, and ripped her throat.

The Frost Sunflower Blade remained embedded in the ground the entire time. Facing the red-clad woman rushing towards them, Fan Luokui neither intended to draw the blade nor to dodge.

Instead, he let a snowflake drift past his shoulder.

The silver thread, powerful enough to cut Fan Luokui in two, flickered before their eyes, but at the same time, the frail white snow touched the red-clad woman's flesh.

The crimson dress was torn open, and the pain from the wound on her fair skin was particularly clear. The woman in red stared wide-eyed, stopped in her tracks, and retreated dozens of meters.