Ji Yunting felt as if his opponent’s sword techniques were bearing down on him like a landslide and tsunami, each strike heavy as a thousand pounds, shaking his arms numb, splitting the skin between his thumb and forefinger, with blood dripping along the sword hilt.
His proud swordsmanship, in the face of Chen Ye’s violent sword momentum, was like paper, easily torn apart!
"Puh!"
A moment of carelessness resulted in Ji Yunting being struck in the chest by the spine of the Iron Sword. His protective spiritual light shattered instantly, and his whole body flew backward like a broken kite, landing heavily on the ground, spewing a mouthful of blood.
The long sword in his hand flew out of his grasp, embedding diagonally in the snow far away.
"You... you..." Ji Yunting struggled to rise, but felt unbearable pain in his chest, with every bone in his body seeming disjointed, unable to muster any strength.
He looked in terror at Chen Ye slowly approaching, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"You... you can’t kill me!" Ji Yunting shouted with a trembling voice, finally realizing he had kicked an iron plate; this seemingly ordinary Loose Cultivator before him was far beyond his imagination!
Chen Ye’s eyes were icy, stepping closer step by step, his voice chilling: "Who can be killed and who cannot?"
He raised his Iron Sword high, with the sword tip glowing in cyan, pointing at Ji Yunting’s throat.
"Stop!"
At this critical moment, an angry shout came from outside the forest.
Subsequently, several figures rushed in, led by a middle-aged cultivator with a steady aura, whose cultivation had surprisingly reached the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, a senior member of the Ji Family.
When he saw the scene, especially seeing Ji Yunting severely injured and on the brink of death, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, roaring as he prepared to take action.
Chen Ye caught a glimpse of the familiar golden hair swaying gently at the treetops behind the middle-aged cultivator, sneering coldly in his heart.
Sure enough, it’s Bai Susu’s trickery... this bastard!
But with Bai Susu here, he had no more scruples today!
Chen Ye hesitated no longer, his Iron Sword flashed cyan light again, mercilessly slashing towards Ji Yunting’s head!
"Puchi!"
Blood sprayed as a good head flew skyward!
"How dare you, brat!" The Ji Family elder’s eyes were wide with anger as he roared and prepared to strike.
Chen Ye’s eyes narrowed as he was about to circulate his spiritual power to receive the blow head-on, but suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulder.
A petite golden figure, incredibly light like a feather, landed on his right shoulder!
It was a golden-haired, fair-faced little girl.
She reached out her small hand, stroking Chen Ye’s head, looking down at the group of cultivators:
"Chen Ye is mine! Whoever dares touch a hair on him!"
Before she finished speaking, she waved her jade hand.
A ragged puppet full of sword marks and a bloody head with a terrified expression was thrown from her Storage Bag, rolling to the feet of the Ji Family elder.
"What? Isn’t this... Guardian Yan of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect..."
A sharp-eyed Loose Cultivator recognized the head’s identity, exclaiming in astonishment, causing an uproar in the field.
That was truly a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator!
Even... even died?!
"No, this girl, she’s Bai Susu of the Lingyin Sect! Known as Lingyin’s first prodigy!" A Loose Cultivator cried out.
The Ji Family elder looked at the head that rolled to his feet, eyes wide open in death, feeling a chill at his skull.
Guardian Yan of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, coupled with that Tier Two Puppet, equivalent to two Foundation Establishment combat powers!
Even so... just died like that?
His lips quivered, looking at the petite golden-haired little girl on Chen Ye’s shoulder, his voice changed tone: "True Inheritor Bai... there... there must be some misunderstanding here!"
Bai Susu reached out her pale, tender little hand, gently patting Chen Ye’s head, as if comforting a family spirit beast, then lazily glanced at the Ji Family elder:
"Misunderstanding? I don’t care about any misunderstanding."
A golden light flashed from her sleeve, a golden Sword Qi speeding to pierce through the Ji Family elder’s forehead in an instant!
Then, several sword lights appeared.
Like King Yama naming names, the most boisterous Loose Cultivators from before were slain one by one.
These Loose Cultivators were considered experts, but facing Bai Susu, they couldn’t even let out a scream before falling down straight.
Those around who still harbored hope, thinking they might profit from the chaos, were now frightened out of their wits, not daring to breathe a word.
They never imagined that this seemingly dainty and cute golden-haired girl could be so ruthless, killing without hesitation!
True to the rumors about the White Demon, indeed not an empty name!
Rather than being sect members of Lingyin, it’s more like they belong to the Emotion Crossing Sect!
Bai Susu nonchalantly retrieved her Flying Sword, looking at the other Loose Cultivators, smiling sweetly: "Now, does anyone still have any objections?"
"No... none! True Inheritor Bai is wise and mighty!"
The remaining Cultivators dared not hesitate, scrambling to drag the Ji Family members who had already collapsed in fear, fleeing headlong towards the forest’s edge.
Leaving only Chen Ye, the few still-warm corpses on the ground, and the glittering "little ornament" on his shoulder.
"Not bad, not bad, your shoulders are quite wide, it feels comfortable standing on them!"
Bai Susu’s little feet stamped satisfactorily on Chen Ye’s shoulder,
"So, how is it? Taking a stand on your behalf like this, is it majestic enough?"
This bastard...
If she hadn’t brought those two disciples along,
would today’s events have happened?
Chen Ye thought to himself, but could only say against his will: "True Inheritor Bai’s divine might is unmatched; Chen admires you. Just... True Inheritor Bai, could you next time... leave a few alive, to inquire about the reason?"
He didn’t sympathize with those Tribulation Cultivators, but Bai Susu’s decisive nature was truly nerve-wracking.
"Hmph! A bunch of ants, kill them and be done, why so much nonsense!"
Bai Susu snorted softly, jumping off Chen Ye’s shoulder, casually asking,
"Where are your two disciples? Haven’t been scared to death, have they?"
Chen Ye actually detected a trace of guilt on her seemingly arrogant little face.
His hand itched, wishing to properly teach Bai Susu a lesson.
She brought the two disciples out secretly, but couldn’t even ensure their safety!
In some sense, Bai Susu was endangering their lives...
Chen Ye took a deep breath, courteously replied: "They’re safe, resting in the cave."
Bai Susu had thought Chen Ye would be somewhat angry for luring his two disciples out.
Unexpectedly, she heard no dissatisfaction in Chen Ye’s words.
Her brows raised immediately, giving Chen Ye a sidelong glance:
"Oh? You’re... really without any complaints? Tsk tsk tsk... what a coward! Not at all like my father! Not bad, not bad, a servant should be like this, without a single grievance toward their master."
She walked with her hands behind her back, grumbling at Chen Ye,
"Aren’t you going to take me to see your two disciples? Don’t let anything actually happen, I’m quite fond of those two girls."