Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Unfortunately, he can't break through now, because after tasting all the humiliation Shen Xuejun gave him until he got used to it, he found that his strength was still not as good as Shen Xuejun's back then.

Unable to break through in the present, he can only seek new humiliations to stimulate himself. If he can't do anything strong, can't he do anything weak?

What I said to my eldest disciple, Shanhe Su, was just a temporary bluff.

It's unacceptable that a detached cultivator, especially one from a major righteous sect, would need to use a widowed woman to overcome his inner demons.

But if he first said he would kill her, and then changed his mind and said he wouldn't, but instead took her back and treated her well, suppressing his inner demons, then his act of forcibly taking the widow would become very noble!

This world glorifies hypocrisy; it's the same everywhere. People demand that good people be spotless, and even the slightest stain will be condemned. But if someone turns from evil to good, tolerance will follow, and they might even receive praise and commendation.

“Mrs. Zhen, if you had chosen me back then, I wouldn’t have had to go through this ridiculous ordeal…”

You brought all this on yourself. I'm going to lock you up and humiliate you, let those bastards take turns humiliating you, and finally make you beg me to grant you death. Then I'll mercifully and kindly give you some peace and quiet!

"Once I become stronger, Sect Leader Shen, you won't be able to escape my grasp!"

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The Sword Profound Sect's entourage entered the capital with leisurely arrogance, without much fanfare, but they also traveled in a high-profile manner on their swords, descending from the sky to the vicinity of the Princess's residence.

This wondrous sight of flying apsaras drew a crowd of onlookers below, who gasped in amazement.

The Sword Profound Sect cultivator on the flying sword sneered at the lowly commoners below.

"What are they doing? Is it a wedding procession? But that doesn't make sense. The princess is marrying into the Moon Royal Clan. Aren't these immortals from a sect?"

"I don't know, but let's just take a look. Anyway, it's quite rare; you don't usually see it."

A sedan chair flew out of the Princess's residence. No one was carrying it, but the sedan chair suddenly rose into the air and flew into the procession of the "immortals," causing the people below to gasp in surprise once again.

Without any explanation, these people who suddenly appeared disappeared after taking away a sedan chair. The government offered no explanation either. The people discussed it excitedly for a long time, but eventually left with little interest.

Outside the capital, not long after leaving the capital's territory, the Sword Profound Sect's entourage suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a man sitting cross-legged on a flying sword seemed to have grown impatient. He stood up from the sword, adjusted the Peppa Pig mask he had just carved on his face, and said:

"Robbery! Sexual assault!"

Chapter 49 They've Got Met a Tough Guy

Chu Mingkong glanced over and saw that the Sword Profound Sect's group was large, with only a dozen or so disciples that could be ignored. There was one man who had come to snatch people from the princess that day, three old men dressed as elders, and Venerable Wenxin standing next to the sedan chair.

His gaze fell upon Venerable Wenxin. When this man appeared in the memories projected by his master's wife, Shen Xuejun, he was a spirited and handsome young man full of vigor and vitality. Now, however, his expression was one of dejection and despair. The gentle smile on his face seemed to be artificially sculpted, and there were some strong emotions hidden deep in his eyes, but they were all suppressed by his strong will.

"This is unheard of. Has he gone to practice some evil art? Logically speaking, the higher one's cultivation level, the more one's spirit and energy should be like this. This guy is even worse than the old men next to him." Chu Mingkong wondered, and became more wary.

In the Sword Profound Sect's group, Shanhe Su frowned solemnly, the sword hanging behind him flew into his hand. He looked at the familiar-looking person opposite him. The clothes were different from what he had seen last time, but the strange mask made a deep impression on him. Last time, he had fought with this person for several rounds but failed to see through his secrets. His defeat at that time seemed more like a clever escape.

Behind the man in the pig mask were two mysterious figures cloaked in capes. None of the three had any noticeable fluctuations in their auras. Unless one's cultivation level was extremely high, it would be difficult to conceal one's spiritual energy fluctuations to such an extent. The man was even stranger; he was standing right in front of them, yet it was difficult to detect his presence.

Shanhe Su wanted to avoid a direct confrontation, so he acted as his master's mouthpiece, asking on his behalf:

"Do the three of you have some misunderstanding? This is a team from my Sword Profound Sect. The gentleman behind me is Venerable Wenxin, who has come to take care of an old friend. If you three have mistaken me for someone else, please do not interfere with the affairs of my sect. I am Shanhe Su, and I thank you all on behalf of my master. May I ask your honorable names?"

As he spoke, he knew in his heart that the other party was hiding their identity because they were definitely coming for them. The polite words they were using were just to buy them a few breaths of time to give the elders in charge of the sword formation time to prepare.

"We're going to rob you!"

Chu Mingkong didn't bother arguing with these people. He knew the importance of a swift victory. If things dragged on, reinforcements might arrive. The emperor was now the one who sent his mother to the capital. Once he heard the news, he would definitely come to protect the prince and help him take down Lady Zhen.

His figure vanished right before the eyes of the Sword Profound Sect disciples. They could only observe his presence with the naked eye, and now they had completely lost track of his movements!

"Tighten the formation and protect the elders!"

At Shan Hesu's command, the disciples of the Sword Profound Sect looked surprised and doubtful, but they gathered together in an orderly manner, facing outwards to defend against any possible attack.

But it was too late. One of the disciples' heads exploded, and no one saw how the attack was made. The disciple's remains fell from the sky.

"What kind of technique is this? I can't sense it at all. Does such a technique really exist?!"

Shan Hesu was completely bewildered, his understanding of the world turned upside down. However, as a disciple honed by a major sect, he was more composed in the face of adversity. He did his best, and nearly a hundred flying swords formed from sword energy rushed out like diarrhea, forming the first layer of sword formation defense to buy time for the elder.

whoosh-

A disciple next to Shanhe Su burst open like a watermelon; this time, he caught it.

"It's an arrow! This person fired it from the shadows!"

His sword formation rapidly changed shape, with a talisman appearing between each flying sword. The talismans and swords together formed a shield, while the Sword Profound Sect disciples inside completed their formation. Thus, the Sword Profound Sect's forces had deployed several barriers, both inside and out. Facing an enemy of unknown origin, they all chose the safest approach: everyone focused on defense, prioritizing protecting the elders as they activated the Immortal-Trapping Sword Profound Formation. No one dared to be reckless.

"These guys are so disciplined! They just went into hiding without saying a word. I wonder if Fengying is ready yet," Chu Mingkong thought to himself.

Inside the sedan chair, Madam Zhen was terrified. She knew that this was the commotion caused by Ming Kong's attempt to abduct her, but the aftershocks of the fierce battle still lingered in her mind. She possessed great cultivation, but had never experienced combat.

"This is terrifying. Mingkong should be alright, right...?" The beautiful woman frowned, looking worried, and clasped her hands together on her plump, white breasts.

Suddenly, a woman's stern voice rang in her ears:

"Mingkong asked me to take you away. Don't make a sound, understand?"

Madam Zhen was unaware of Chu Mingkong's specific plans, but upon hearing his name, she chose to believe him. The abilities displayed by this invisible woman were similar to those Mingkong had previously demonstrated when he secretly took her out to play.

Feng Ying embraced the beautiful woman, and the effects of his colorless shadow technique extended to Madam Zhen, leading her quietly out of the sedan chair without anyone noticing.

The elusive woman glanced at the elders, especially the middle-aged man whose expression seemed unusual; she was eager to launch a sneak attack.

If the attack succeeds, the battle will be over, and these people will have no power to resist.

But Feng Ying also knew that these people of high status all possessed some kind of life-saving magical treasures, and it would be quite troublesome if the sneak attack failed. Moreover, Chu Mingkong said that the priority of this operation was to kidnap people, and once they were captured, they could leave. She decided to proceed cautiously.

A dagger silently pierced Shanhe Su's waist. His face twitched, and the sword formation became unstable for a moment. Chu Mingkong, who was guarding outside, seized the opportunity and swung down the Asura Greatsword.

This sword not only bore his extreme Yin Fire spiritual energy, but with a single strike, the blade also faintly bloomed with a lotus of karmic fire. The lotus of karmic fire regarded the enemy's power as a sin to be cleansed and burned to ashes, and the domineering devouring intent of the extreme Yin Fire spiritual energy also eroded it, instantly smashing open a gash.

"The sword I stole from someone else is so useful!" Chu Mingkong exclaimed in surprise.

The moment those defenses broke through, Feng Ying carried Madam Zhen and quickly escaped, disappearing far from the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Just as Chu Mingkong was about to call for his master and mistress, the two figures who were the final safety net, to leave, an even more domineering array covered this area. The faces of the elders in charge of this Immortal Sword Mystic Array turned red, and they then spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Despite everyone working together to cast the formation, the backlash still resulted in severe injuries. One of the elders, after taking a pill, said weakly:

"Elder Wenxin, I'll have to trouble you to hold on for a while. The sect has reinforcements nearby, and they'll be here to help soon... Cough cough! Why is my life force fading away? What is the origin of these people?!" The old man's pupils dilated as he rapidly withered and died.

The Immortal-Trapping Sword Formation can absorb more power from the higher the swordsmanship level of the person trapped. As long as the formation remains unbroken, the opponent's swordsmanship level will be continuously suppressed.

Chu Mingkong looked at the giant sword Shura in his hand. Its aura had vanished, suppressed to the point of being like scrap metal.

The elders finally understood what was happening. Why had they encountered someone at the Sword Immortal realm?! Their faces contorted with rage and resentment at their impending doom, they glared at Venerable Wenxin, spitting blood as they urged him on:

"...Quick! You take control of the Sword Profound Formation. Quickly eliminate these people... We can't hold out for long! End the battle immediately!"

Chapter Fifty: You Should Commit Suicide

None of Chu Mingkong and the others had ever experienced the Immortal-Trapping Sword Formation, the very sword formation that the founder of the Sword Profound Sect had used to kill himself. However, having personally experienced the power of their swordsmanship being forcibly suppressed by the sword formation's laws, even the slowest person should know what it was.

The true trump card of the Sword Profound Sect was this sword formation created by the sect's sword immortal ancestor!

"I knew I shouldn't have come. Judging from the situation, the sword formation would be much weaker if I hadn't come. I should have slept a little longer..."

Zuo Qiuchi muttered with a troubled expression, silently put away the Extinction item, and sat down cross-legged as if he were sitting on a cloud in the sky. There was no need to worry too much about Chu Mingkong, since they knew each other well, but Shen Xuejun was a different story.

"My lady, when the sword formation unleashes its sword energy, do not dodge. Try your best to withstand it."

Shen Xuejun, draped in a cloak, remained silent, only shifting her head slightly as if to ask her the reason.

"What is a person's sword intent? It's best to keep it a secret as much as possible before it's completely guessed," Zuo Qiuchi replied reluctantly.

"My sword intent is that if the first strike misses, the next strike will be even more powerful, so you'd better watch out and don't instinctively dodge the sword energy and hurt me."

"What if I keep dodging and avoid all the sword energy of this sword formation?" Shen Xuejun rarely spoke up, but she was confident in her combat strength.

“You can try it, but I don’t recommend it. Personally, I choose to face it head-on,” Zuo Qiuchi said mysteriously.

Shen Xuejun pondered for a moment, a certain guess flashing through her mind. Even Zuo Qiuchi herself chose to face and block the sword energy directly, so there might be something unreasonable in her sword intent. For example, if she dodged, the next sword would definitely strike the opponent.

"After you comprehend this sword intent, will you deliberately swing your sword in the air when fighting a powerful enemy?"

“Of course!” Zuo Qiuchi said matter-of-factly.

Shen Xuejun understood. This Giant Sword Immortal was incredibly cunning. He might seem careless on the surface, but when it came to the seriousness of battle, he was utterly treacherous. He would often deliberately miss several sword strikes before engaging someone, and then unleash his most powerful, guaranteed-hit strike in the very first exchange.

No wonder he's hard to beat.

Chu Mingkong flew to his two voluptuous masters and mistresses, shielding them behind him, and then took out his spear and straight sword.

"Fortunately, I know a lot of it. I'll test the power of this sword formation later. I'll ask my master's wife and master to help me withstand the aftershocks."

“This sword formation won’t last long. If you can’t hold on, just say so.”

After saying that, Shen Xuejun placed her jade hand on his back and tried to temporarily channel her energy into him. However, the extreme yin fire spiritual energy in Chu Mingkong's body resisted the external force, so Shen Xuejun had no choice but to condense a powerful spiritual energy barrier in front of him.

Suppressing the anger that surged into his mind, Venerable Wenxin did not waste the opportunity provided by the sect elders. He locked the target of the Immortal-Trapping Sword Formation onto the masked man in front of him.

Above the sword formation, a blood-red, devastating heavy sword, condensed from Zuo Qiuchi's sword intent, pointed at Chu Mingkong and the others, radiating a fiery red light. The blade slowly rose, its surface slicing through the void, the scorching heat blurring space and causing a distortion. Normally, this wouldn't seem like much, but now, facing a sword strike that absorbed the sword techniques of Chu Mingkong and Zuo Qiuchi, the oppressive force was awe-inspiring.

The people of the capital had just finished watching the spectacle of the immortals' procession and were preparing to leave when they were all drawn to the strange phenomenon in the distant suburbs.

It was broad daylight, and what was happening in the distant suburbs was beyond the sight of ordinary people like them. However, the huge azure-black array stained the sky there with an unusual color, and a huge sword blade appeared, revealing a hint of its sword intent. The people felt a tightness in their chests and difficulty breathing.

Staring at it for too long can even cause burning and whitening of the eyes, almost leading to blindness.

The heavy sword formed by the Binding Immortal Sword Array slashed down fiercely, the wind pressure scattering the clouds, and a sword aura that almost tore the sky apart fell!

As the sword energy pounced like an ancient ferocious beast, Zuo Qiuchi and Shen Xuejun alternately unleashed their spiritual energy barriers, instantly piling up countless barriers. However, all of them shattered under this sword strike. When the fiery sword energy reached Chu Mingkong, although it had been weakened considerably, it was still formidable and not to be underestimated.

"This was created by Old Master Cui with painstaking effort; a quick, sharp cut!"

Chu Mingkong blocked a sword strike from his master with his sword. The veins on his arm bulged, and he was forced to retreat a lot, but in the end, he still managed to cut the sword energy in half with great difficulty.

On the other side, Venerable Wenxin sensed the barrier aura in front of the man in the pig mask. He recognized who the owner of this power was. The Shattered Dream Technique has a mysterious ability, much like catching someone in the act of adultery. It can always keenly perceive the information that stings the hearts of those who cultivate the technique.

That person behind me is definitely Shen Xuejun. Why is she here?!

"Sect Master Shen, why are you here, obstructing the affairs of my Sword Profound Sect? You're hiding your true intentions, daring to do it but afraid to show your face!"

Shen Xuejun was puzzled, wondering how the other person had recognized her. She had clearly concealed her aura even with the barrier, making her difficult to identify. Since she had already been recognized, she simply removed the hood of her black cloak.

Beneath the coarse cloth hood, a beautiful, noble, and graceful face was revealed. Even though she had been recognized, the beautiful woman's expression remained indifferent and aloof.