Chapter 46

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An ordinary person, a person without a spiritual root, managed to infiltrate the Spirit Mountain by pretending to be a deity and with a bit of luck, and he was living quite comfortably. What was even more outrageous was that he not only flirted with beautiful female cultivators but was now challenging a cultivator in public, truly acting without any regard for the law!

In Mu Shen's view, this was no longer simple arrogance and ignorance, but a deliberate insult. He would settle the score himself without needing others to intervene. "Who do you think you are? I'll deal with you alone!"

Mu Shen waved his hand, summoning a flying sword: "Boy, I'll make sure you have no place to bury your body!"

Wujiao feared death, and he feared dying a miserable death even more. Therefore, whenever a great calamity was about to befall him, he would always change his usual demeanor. This was merely a result of human nature, a desperate struggle for survival. To put it bluntly, it was a fight to the death. However, compared to ordinary people, he had a bit more quick wit and madness.

As long as Xiang Rong and Gou Jun did not interfere, there was no harm in fighting Mu Shen. Even if something unforeseen happened, it was his fate. As Yun Shengzi said, having lived, having fought, this life was enough!

Moreover, with a beauty by his side and a fair lady watching the battle, it was hard for a brave man not to be filled with passion!

Wujiao calmed Xiang Rong and Gou Jun with his words and was about to assume a fighting stance when a sword light suddenly attacked, leaving no time to dodge. He hurriedly raised his sheathed short sword to block it.

A bright light flashed, and a dull sound echoed in his ears, as if he had been hit by a fierce tiger. A powerful force surged toward him.

His arms shook violently, blood spurted from the sword wound, and he fell backward against the mountain wall with a "bang," unable to stop his fall, landing on his buttocks. Despite his狼狈 (embarrassing) situation, he clung to the short sword, still dazed and disoriented, but he did not let go. Though his muscles ached, he could barely endure it. The key was that he was still alive, and all his limbs were intact and undamaged! Only his chest felt congested, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wujiao did not have time to feel lucky as the blood spurted onto the short sword in his hand. He felt a sudden lightness in his heart, and the congestion eased. He hurriedly wiped the short sword to prevent it from slipping and to maintain a firm grip. However, he did not notice that the blood seemed to have disappeared, as if it had seeped through the sheath and along the hilt, going where it should go...

Mu Shen easily succeeded, but his face showed no joy, only greater shame and anger, and his killing intent grew even stronger!

That boy had blocked his flying sword with bare hands, already causing him to lose face. Now, with a sheathed short sword in his hand, he was even more reckless, truly a stone from a cesspool, both stinky and hard!

Mu Shen made a hand seal, and the flying sword circling him "clang" rose high. As he channeled his magical power, the sword light grew brighter.

More than ten yards away, Xiang Rong and Gou Jun watched with their hands in their sleeves. Seeing Mu Shen and Wujiao engage in battle again, their expressions were ambiguous.

That disciple from Jade Well Peak might have a protective treasure, but he was still an ordinary person, while Mu Shen, though of low cultivation, was a cultivator. Despite the vast disparity in strength, they were evenly matched for a moment. "Haha, Manager Mu, let's see how you handle this!"

At the entrance of the cave, two women leaned on each other, their eyes fixed, and they remained silent.

They thought the scholar would have been killed long ago, but to their surprise, he was not only alive but also full of vigor, ready to challenge Mu Shen. His bold words, though of no practical use, were stirring and moving! And as an ordinary person, he had endured great hardships to reach the Spirit Mountain, not to cultivate or refine elixirs, but to fight to the death. What was his purpose? Could it be as he said, sigh...

Ziyun looked at the ragged figure and felt her heart troubled. It was like a long-dormant cold spring, suddenly stirred by the wind, rippling and shimmering...

Wujiao, realizing he was unharmed, felt slightly relieved. He glanced up and saw the sword light flashing. He did not have time to get up and used all his strength to leap out. Mu Shen was only three to five yards away and instantly reached him. Before Mu Shen's flying sword could land, Wujiao swung his sheathed short sword with both hands and struck hard.

Mu Shen was about to activate his flying sword when a figure approached.

That boy, who had been lying on the ground, half-dead, how could he suddenly change and become so fierce?

Mu Shen was slightly taken aback and casually channeled the sword light downward. The figure suddenly dodged to the side and shouted, "This move, driving tigers and leopards with a waist strike..." Mu Shen hurriedly drove his sword to block, instantly drawing a line of blood on the other's leg. But the sheathed short sword was like a venomous snake, swift and fierce. Unable to dodge, Mu Shen was hit hard in the waist, and despite his protective magical power, the force was overwhelming. He staggered back a few steps, and the other's voice rang out again, "This move, the most ruthless groin strike..."

Again, one move after another, these were merely common military techniques, but to use them against a cultivator was truly unprecedented. Such relentless attacks were extremely annoying!

Mu Shen stepped back, making the flying sword circle him.

Wujiao's only fighting technique was close combat. Seeing that Mu Shen had seen through his intentions, he still charged forward regardless. Another "tear" and his arm was cut by the sword's aura. But he still swung his short sword fiercely, and with a "bang," it shattered the other's protective magical power.

Mu Shen immediately jumped up as if on fire, unable to bear the pain in his lower body.

That boy, looking so frail, how could he have such strength? And when he went mad, he attacked the vital parts, too despicable!

Mu Shen, filled with shame and anger, lost his composure, grabbed a talisman, made a hand seal, and waved his hands, sending a series of fireballs and binding magical power down. Still unsatisfied, the sword light roared...

Wujiao tried to take advantage of the opportunity to get closer, but his movements suddenly slowed. He knew something was wrong and used all his strength to break free, but the fierce fireballs and sharp sword light were like a sudden downpour, relentlessly attacking him.

Ziyun watched closely, her expression changing.

An ordinary person's body could not withstand the power of magical techniques. No matter how he struggled, he would eventually be reduced to ashes in the flames.

Without thinking, she took two steps forward and waved her long sleeves, ready to help. But before she could summon her flying sword, she fell to the ground. Her face changed, her body swayed, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Yezi quickly reached out to support her, surprised, "Sister, you want to save him..."

At that moment, someone timely warned, "Fellow Daoists, do not make a mistake!"

It was Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, still standing in place, but their hands were already glowing with sword light, clearly prepared.

Ziyun did not speak, but sighed inwardly, turning her head, her eyes filled with a hint of melancholy. Like the cold autumn water, lonely and desolate; like the absence of a crane, sad and lost!

At this moment, Wujiao finally forced Mu Shen to use his full strength. But he himself was slow and clumsy, unable to dodge the series of fireballs and sword light, and could only retreat with difficulty, swinging his sheathed short sword with both hands, struggling in despair, fighting against his fate.

Cultivators were powerful, even if they were villains, they could use magical techniques and show their might. This was unfair to good people, and no one seemed to uphold justice. Damn Mu Shen, what gives you the right...

Wujiao was at a critical moment, desperate and helpless, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt indignant. He stopped retreating and swung the sheathed short sword like a club, wildly. The fireballs and sword light were unstoppable and instantly engulfed him.

Mu Shen stepped back two yards, continuously channeling killing intent, thinking he had succeeded, and spat in hatred.

Boy, I'll crush your bones and scatter your ashes, and then retrieve the treasure...

Ziyun was watching, her expression stunned, then turned and gently leaned on Yezi's shoulder. Yezi noticed her sister's abnormality and looked back. But she turned away, her melancholy eyes lost in thought.

In a corner of the hill, a white wildflower had been shattered by the sword's aura, leaving only withered petals and leaves on the ground...

"Bang—"

At this moment, no one expected any surprises. A battle between a cultivator and an ordinary person would end here.

Unexpectedly, another explosion came from the hill, the fireball burst, the sword light flew back, and a figure staggered out, barely standing, looking around in confusion. He appeared even more ragged, with only his boots and half of his shirt remaining, barely maintaining a shred of dignity. His exposed skin was covered in blood and dirt, his hair scorched and disheveled, and his face blackened by smoke, looking like a wild man from ancient times, having fought his way through thorns and brambles...

Not dead?

The green mountains, the white clouds, the warm sun hanging in the sky. And the stunned Mu Shen, the two managers with puzzled faces. Especially that white figure, like a lotus in the rain...

Really not dead!

The flames gradually died down, the heat still lingering, and the suffocating killing intent still permeated the air!

Wujiao came to his senses from his confusion, looked down at his hands. The originally old short sword was now brand new. The sheath with dragon scales and the cold jade hilt were exquisitely crafted, as if made by nature!

This was fine, but the key was that it had saved him again. When the flames and sword light descended, it seemed that black smoke had emerged from the sheath and, with his desperate swings, turned into a black wind that suddenly dissipated. At that moment, all the attacks were instantly nullified. As for the details, he had no idea.

However, with a treasure protecting him, what was there to fear! I will seek justice for myself, I will take revenge...

Wujiao suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with madness: "Mu Shen, can you still fight?"

Mu Shen stood there, still stunned and confused.

That boy clearly had no magical power, how could he withstand my relentless attacks? Was it because of the sheathed short sword, or was there another reason? What is he saying, can you still fight? Truly arrogant and ignorant, beyond reason!

"You, an ordinary person, are talking big..."

"I, an ordinary person, will teach you a lesson, you cultivator!"

"On what grounds?"

"On the grounds of righteousness and a full heart of passion!"

"Putting on airs!"

"This move, the fierce tiger descends and shakes the eight directions!"

Just as the two were engaged in a verbal battle, a figure suddenly leaped up—

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