A great adventure in the world of immortal cultivation

Joan of Arc: Do I look like someone who is so confused? (rolls eyes)

Xiao Huohuo: That’s right, I’m very pleased that my little sister has such awareness!

Joan of Arc: Get out!

KP: Okay, in response to Xiaocao Yisheng’s request to form a team, what is your response, Joan of Arc?

Joan of Arc: ...There's nothing much to say, I'll just draw my sword.

KP: Then, seeing Jeanne slowly draw out the Red Sun Sword, Xiaocao's bright eyes dimmed slightly, and then she forced out a smile that was mixed with sadness and pleading.

Xiaocao: Sister Jeanne...are you still going to kill me?

Joan of Arc: Yes. (Nods)

Xiaocao: Was it because I killed those damned villagers? Or was it because I manipulated the tree demon to injure Sister Jeanne's companions? ...With just a nod, Sister Jeanne, I'll let them go immediately and promise never to kill innocent people again... For me, all I need is Sister Jeanne!

Han Buli: Tsk tsk tsk.

Xiao Huohuo: Tsk tsk tsk.

Joan of Arc: ...It's so noisy!

Xiaocao:!

KP: Xiaocao was surprised by Jeanne's sudden roar.

Joan of Arc: Do you...know why I want to kill you?

KP: Xiaocao seemed to be frightened by your outburst of momentum and shook his head woodenly.

Joan of Arc: (takes a deep breath) It's very simple, for three reasons.

KP: As she spoke, Joan of Arc raised a finger.

Jeanne: First, no matter how real it appears, this is ultimately just an illusion, and my goal is to win the championship. Only a fool would abandon reality for something illusory.

Han Buli: She is still so utilitarian.jpg.

Jeanne: Second, the real Xiaocao is dead. You are now just a fake, a nightmare disguised in my heart. If I were to hesitate and be indecisive just because of your poor acting skills, that would be a true insult to the deceased Xiaocao!

Xiao Huohuo: Well said!

Joan of Arc: As for the third reason...it's actually the simplest reason.

Xiaocao: What is...?

Jeanne: Need I say more... This feeling of having my dark history played upon so wantonly is so unpleasant it makes me want to stab someone! (Likely staring—)

KP:

Romeo: Now that it has come to this, it is adultery!

Grass: I see... In Sister Jeanne's heart, the best grass is always the dead grass.

KP: Muttering to himself, the human expression on Xiaocao's face faded, turning into the emptiness of a monster.

Xiaocao: Then, the best Joan of Arc should be the deceased Joan of Arc.

……

KP: Combat Return. Nightmare's strength level is similar to Jeanne's, with no level suppression.

KP: Joan of Arc, please live your life to the fullest.

Joan of Arc: Will, 24/65, success.

KP: OK, then Joan of Arc is not disturbed at all by the nightmare incarnation of "Little Grass". Her determination is firm, and all her skills in this battle are judged +10%.

KP: By the way, the time required for Liu Yuanxing next door to get rid of the illusion is ([1d5:5] + 5) = 10 rounds. As long as you can defeat Xiaocao within this time, Jeanne, you will be the champion.

Xiao Huohuo: Oh, there’s also an eyebrow pencil next door.

Han Buli: It’s stable.

Joan of Arc: Stop milking!

KP: The first round begins. The attack order is Jeanne d'Arc > Xiaocao.

Joan of Arc: I will switch to Wind Spirit Sword first, get a buff that reduces mana consumption, and then activate Cloud Steps.

Joan of Arc: Cloud Walk, 32/58, success.

KP: (You are Joan of Arc) Then, it still starts with the familiar cloud step. With the blessing of firm will, Joan of Arc's spiritual power moves as she wishes, turning into misty water vapor that covers her body, making it empty and uncertain.

Xiaocao: Blood Whip Technique, 87/100, success.

Joan of Arc: Swordsmanship (Cloud Step), 56/80, success.

Fire spiritual root bonus, 33/70, success.

KP: The blood whip attacked, but it only passed through a shadow. At the same time, Xiaocao felt the scorching sword energy suddenly coming from his side, and a look of horror flashed across his face.

剑术伤害:（【1d3:2】＋【2d6:6，4】）*1.3=15。

Grass HP: 40-15=25.

KP: Without any hindrance, the Chiyang Sword left a deep wound on Xiaocao's shoulder where the bone was visible. Xiaocao cried out in pain, with resentment in his eyes.

Xiaocao: Sister Jeanne, why are you forcing me!

Joan of Arc: Shut up, you impostor!

……

second round.

Joan of Arc: Swordsmanship, 14/80, success.

Fire spiritual root bonus, 27/70, success.

Xiaocao: Blood Whip Technique counterattack, 73/100, success.

KP: After being defeated in the first round of confrontation, Xiaocao hurriedly tried to get away and create some distance, but Jeanne was relentless and continued to chase him with a sword. Seeing this, Xiaocao had no choice but to continue swinging the blood whip to fight back. The Chiyang Sword and the blood-stained vine whip collided in the air, making a sizzling sound, and a smell of burnt flesh and blood spread in the air.

剑术伤害:（【1d3:3】＋【2d6:2，5】）*1.3=13。

血鞭术伤害:【1d10:6】＋10=16。

KP: But this time, Xiaocao's sneak attack was successful. A hidden blood vine bypassed the blockade of the Red Sun Sword from below, tore off a small piece of flesh from Jeanne's back, and devoured it in the blink of an eye.

Grass HP: 25 + 3 = 28.

Xiao Huohuo:? You're playing with snakes, you're grinding away at this little HP for so long. (Pointing and gesturing)

Joan of Arc: (half annoyed)

Han Buli: Oh, my Lao Xiao's value has reached 80 again.

Xiao Huohuo: Steamed bun, don't you want to hold on to the utensils? (Hands on hips)

Jeanne: I'll kill you when I get back to the sect! (Angry)

KP: After gaining an advantage in the attack, Xiaocao took advantage of the situation to create some distance. Then he waved his hand, and the tentacles in the blood pool instantly twisted into blood spears, stabbing towards Joan of Arc.

Xiaocao: Blood Thorn Curse, 88/100, success.

Joan of Arc: Hundred-step flying sword confrontation, 1/100, great success.

Gold spiritual root bonus, 29/80, success.

Xiao Huohuo:?

KP: Double the damage on a big success.

血棘咒伤害:【1d10:9】＋10=19。

百步飞剑伤害:（【1d3:2】＋【2d6:3，6】＋【1d3:3】）*1.3*1.3*2=47。

KP: Then, facing Xiaocao's long-range attack, Jeanne instantly pinched her fingers and controlled the sword to fight back. The Red Sun Sword was wrapped in a layer of golden light under the stimulation of spiritual power. The sharp golden energy instantly crushed the root spear into pieces, and then turned into a ray of residual light, which went straight into the demon core in Xiaocao's chest and passed through.

Xiaocao:No——!

Grass HP: 28-28=0.

KP: The battle is over, Joan of Arc wins.

Han Buli: Hundred-Step Flying Sword (X) Fairy from the Sky (√)

Romeo: The damage is just right~ My obsessive-compulsive disorder feels good~

Xiao Huohuo: ...Yes, right?

Joan of Arc: You stinky little brother! Weren't you arrogant just now? Do you have what it takes to take my Hundred-Step Flying Sword? What? You said you were going to use the Thunder Curse to take it? Be careful not to get yourself struck dumb again!

Xiao Huohuo: (half annoyed)

Han Buli: Le, first it was Brother Xuanzi, now it’s Jeanne, Lao Xiao, why are you always being suppressed by the sword cultivation value of 80?

Jeanne: This is how we sword cultivators behave! (Hands on hips)

Xiao Huohuo: Angry, very angry.jpg.

KP: Then, amidst a shrill scream, Xiaocao's figure twisted and turned into countless black powder, which drifted away on the wind. At the same time, the entire cave began to shake violently. The nightmare was over, and this illusion was about to collapse.

Joan of Arc: It's time to give out the awards.

KP: A familiar feeling of trance washed over Jeanne. She steadied herself with her sword, and after a few breaths, her vision returned to clarity. She was back at the swordsmithing tournament, facing a small black flag, severed in two. Not far away, Liu Yuanxing was engaged in a battle with another flag, though his form was disorganized, and he spent almost the entire battle fleeing. His usual mature composure was completely gone. His face, distorted by fear and terror, was covered in cold sweat, his eyes reddened, and he seemed on the verge of tears. Seeing this, the onlookers erupted in gloating laughter, and the valley was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Xiao Huohuo: It’s so awkward. Why is there a public execution involved?

Romeo: Oh my god, why is this swordsmithing tournament so bad?

KP: At this moment, seeing Jeanne, who was still dancing with the sword, suddenly stop, the crowd of onlookers gradually realized what was happening, and exclamations of surprise rang out one after another. Even Huang Mingli couldn't help but look surprised.

Huang Mingli: It only took four breaths to defeat the Nightmare Demon! Jeanne, you might have set the record for the fastest formation-breaking speed since the Swordsmithing Competition began!

Joan of Arc: Basic operation, no 6, so are you prepared for the record-breaking bonus and so on?

KP: No. (Answer immediately)

Joan of Arc: You dog KP took my sword!

KP: Now that the outcome had been decided, Huang Mingli no longer troubled Liu Yuanxing and with a wave of his long sleeve, he collected the remaining battle flags. The illusion faded, and Liu Yuanxing finally came to his senses. After a moment of stunned silence, he turned to look at the calm and composed Jeanne, his expression instantly darkening.

Liu Yuanxing: I...actually, lost to...

Xiao Huohuo: Such a short guy. (Added)

Joan of Arc: (annoyed)

Huang Mingli: Okay, the murderous intent test has passed, and I believe everyone has already seen the final outcome clearly.

KP: Amidst a noisy crowd that was two parts excited, three parts amazed, and five parts annoyed, Huang Mingli loudly announced the final result.

"I declare that the winner of this Swordsmithing Competition is Jeanne d'Arc from the Chengtian Sect!"

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It’s time to evolve to a double update (Or 4000 words per chapter). Brothers, please wait for me for a few more days. I will definitely succeed this time!

By the way, give the group friends a Py.

Chapter 137 All in vain (Day 45)

KP: So, after a full day of intense refining, the swordsmithing competition finally came to a close as dusk approached. The underdog dwarf craftsman, Jeanne d'Arc, emerged as a dark horse, becoming the youngest (and shortest) champion in the competition's history! Gentle yet sincere applause rang out throughout the valley. Aside from a few gamblers who had lost everything, Jeanne's outstanding performance had already earned the praise and recognition of the majority of the monks present and the four judges.

Xiao Huohuo: Oh, what a drop! (Clapping)

Han Buli: Oh, what a drop! (Clapping)

Romeo: Oh, what a drop! (Clapping)

Joan of Arc: Ahrigar... What the hell! (annoyed)

Xiao Huohuo: Oh, I didn't expect that stinky little sister actually won. She only learned to refine weapons a few days ago... It seems that the purity of this sword forging competition has been greatly reduced. (Sad)

Joan of Arc: What do you know? This is all my hard work and sweat!

Han Buli: It’s not hard work, it’s pure bad luck.

Joan of Arc: (pinching her nose) That was because I seized the opportunity. Unlike someone who was as timid as a mouse, he passed up a great opportunity to make money and lost 3 spirit stones in vain.

Romeo: Lao Han, I gave you the chance but you didn’t make any use of it.

Han Buli: Damn!